Yuris fell from his horse and fell to the ground, and Ethan stood in front of Yuris with his sword in hand.

Out of the woods came a group of men and horses, led by a tall man, holding a black war hammer covered in plate armor, wearing a huge winged helmet, and a hideous black wolf painted on top of the red burqa, straddling a tall black horse. He was accompanied by two heavily armed knights, one of whom Ethan recognized, who was none other than the attendant of the little marquis Willy.

Ethan snorted coldly and clenched the hilt of his sword, as long as the group of people approached, he would kill him, even if he was deprived of a hand by the old knight, he would not pay attention to these people in front of him, but now he also needs to protect his injured and unconscious little master Yuris, and his own movement will definitely be restricted.

The group stopped ten paces away from Ethan, and the leader said, "Sir Tucker, don't come unharmed."

"Portis, do you still want to die?" Ethan recognized the crest on his burqa and heard his hoarse voice. This man was none other than Portis, the blood wolf, the brother of Woking III and the executioner of Dale Wof.

"Sir Ethan, it's been almost twenty years since the Battle of Withered Tree Beach?" he said, taking off his winged helmet, pointing to a huge scar on his face, "This is a gift from you to me, I didn't expect us to meet again in Red Limburg, I have been looking for you for a long time, you are one of the most famous knights of Lane and you are now living as a dog." Portis laughed and mocked Ethan.

Ethan didn't say a word, he raised his sword and rushed forward, he jumped high and pointed a sword at Portis's head, and the fang-red body of the sword cut a red afterimage in the air.

With a clash of gold and iron, fangs slashed against a silver spear, and Ethan quickly backed away, only to see Portis still sitting on horseback with a playful smile on his lips, and the knight beside him blocked the blow for him. There was a hint of surprise in Ethan's eyes.

"Report your name!" Ethan realized that such a knight was not simple, and he did not dare to be careless.

"Oh, name, remember, the man who defeated you today is called Silver Snake," said Silver Snake, driving his crotch horse towards Ethan.

It was too close for Ethan to dodge, and his injured left hand was cut open by the silver spear. The silver snake turned the horse's head and attacked Ethan again, Ethan turned sideways and shouted, the red sword qi split the head of the galloping war horse, the silver snake fell off the horse, but quickly got up and danced at Ethan with a spear.

Every time the spear stabbed out, it was like a silver snake, fast and ruthless, Ethan was injured, and could only fight with one hand, the red sword qi and the silver flash collided with each other, startling Portis's subordinates behind him to exclaim.

Ethan noticed that although the spear of the silver snake was impenetrable, and his long sword was difficult to get close to, and could only be passively parried, the feet of the silver snake did not move in place when the spear was wielded, and only relied on leaning forward and backward and extending his arms to control the distance of the attack. After all, Ethan was a seasoned swordsman, and he immediately thought of a way to deal with it. He blocked a round of attacks and leaped backwards, and sure enough, the silver snake could only stop his spear and pursue it.

Ethan ran forward to a tree stump with his feet forced, jumped high and turned over the head of the silver snake, the fangs and the silver snake's helmet made an unpleasant friction sound, and when Ethan landed, the silver snake's helmet had been cut in half by the long sword fangs, and blood flowed from the silver snake's head, but he laughed and pointed behind Ethan.

Ethan looked back and saw that Portis and his men had already taken the unconscious Yuris, and he was about to pursue him, when there was another sound of gunfire behind him.

"We're not done yet!" the silver snake licked the blood that ran down its nose, a hideous smile on its face.