In the evening, everyone had packed up their preparations and changed into light leather armor and prepared to set off, and Wright set out in two hours with the Bliss brothers and two war dogs to investigate the situation.

Dimon took a short-handled war knife from the truck, waved it in his hand a few times, looked at the combat knife about the same height as him with a little satisfaction, and was just about to put it on his back, when a low and hoarse voice came from his ear, "Boy, I advise you to take a weapon that you can wield" The old knight, who was sitting on the edge of the wagon, said, he rubbed his beard with wine stains, and he stood up with great difficulty in plate armor, and took a two-handed sword from the cart, it is no exaggeration to say that the sword is longer than all the spears in the warband, the blade is even longer than Damon's height, and the blade is as wide as Damon's thigh, and Daemon was stunned for a moment.

The old knight looked at Dimon with a little smugness, and he said lightly: "This sword was won by me in a martial arts competition at the age of 16, and I named her Han Bing" The old knight looked at Han Bing like a lover, and gently stroked his sword body.

"It seems that you must have been a very great knight in the past, as far as I know, plate armor is only available to wealthy knights, and I heard those drunkards in the tavern brag that if you lose the game, your horses, weapons, and armor will belong to your opponents, so you must be a champion" Daemon said with some admiration as he looked at the old knight

The old knight couldn't help but drift a little when he listened to little Damon's praise, although he was usually crazy, but there would be a few hours of sobriety in a day, the old knight looked at Dimon proudly and said: "Yes, I have won countless competitions and won countless championships, if... If it weren't for that—" The old knight pressed his hands to his head, his eyes full of indescribable pain.

Dimon hurriedly changed the topic, he was afraid that the old hero in front of him would collapse again, he could imagine how hard this matter hit him, even if Dimon was curious now, he would not be stupid enough to continue asking.

"So which sword did you use before you got it," Dimon tactfully diverted the subject.

The old knight gradually regained his composure, he did not speak, but walked to his warhorse, untied a sword from the saddle and walked towards Damon, this sword was different from all the swords that Daemon had ever seen, it did not have a blade, but its dark sword had a total of six edges, each side had four blood grooves, and only the head of the whole sword was open.

"It was a spear competition, he and I have sprinted twenty-three back and forth, broken thirteen bars of spear, there is no intact spear on the field to allow us to continue to the next round, the war horse is also tired and unstable, under the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, we chose to dismount the competition, first the mace, and then the chain flail, we are still inseparable, the armor on the body has long been broken, and finally we all took out their best weapon, he used this cold ice" The knight's tone gradually began to feel a little emotional.

"After slashing each other's shields on three sides, we were all powerless to fight, but the shouts and cheers of the people forced us to continue this close duel, my helmet was smashed by his greatsword, he cut off a piece of my scalp, and my sword almost smashed his ice, my sword pierced through the hole in his armor, pierced his ribs, the blood flowed on the blood groove and stained my sword rose, he could no longer hold the ice, he took off his helmet and threw it on the ground and chose to admit defeat, I became the champion of that game, I have to admit that he was the strongest swordsman at that time, but he should be the same as me now, old and frail, if he was still aliveand I hope we can compete again."

Damon couldn't help but be a little fascinated as he listened to the knight talk about his legend. The old knight said, "I was going to leave it to my cowardly son, but he—" the old knight's voice began to tremble again, "and now this sword is given to you, boy, don't let me down like my uncompetitive son."

Damon took the sword from the old knight's hand, and found that this strange black sword, made of unknown materials, was not as heavy as it looked, on the contrary, the blood groove on the body of the sword reduced the weight of the blade, even lighter than the war knife he was about to carry on his back.

He solemnly swore to the old knight, "I will definitely use and care for this sword well, and I will never let you down."

The old knight looked at Dimon with some relief and said, "Very good, boy, since you have taken this sword, then you are the heir of my Gerody, every blade will have her own name, you must love it as if you were your lover, now that she is yours, come and give her a name."

Dimon looked at the knight with a resolute look in his eyes and said, "Her name is Crimson."