When he was ambushed in front, Daemon and the old veterinarian were very anxious, and the old knight was unwilling to put down the knight's shelf, so he never changed his leather armor, and everyone had to let him sit in the car, so at this time, there were only three people in the rear: the old knight, the veterinarian and Daemon.

The old knight rolled over and jumped out of the car, first he took off his robe, revealing the white plate armor inside, and then he called Daemon over, "As my squire, or apprentice, you must help me remove this plate armor"

"When will I be your squire," Damon muttered in a low voice, but he didn't dare to slack off in the movements of his hands, after all, the head of the regiment in front of him and his party were in trouble.

When Dimon unloaded the plate armor weighing thirty or forty pounds, five or six minutes had passed, and the old knight was only wearing a rusty chain mail, and the old knight took the giant sword Han Bing, which Daemon had dragged over rather than taking it, and carried the cold ice on his shoulder with only one hand.

The old knight swung his greatsword a few times, and the broad blade of the sword blew a strong sword wind that almost made Daemon and the veterinarian unable to stand. "Pick up your weapon and follow me," he said, turning back the way he had come

"But aren't we going to the front to help the head of the group," Damon froze in place

"Boy, I'll teach you a truth now, capture the thief and capture the king first!" said the old knight, pointing to a small hill beside him.

Dimon looked in the direction of the knight's finger, and indeed saw movement on the hillside, and before Damon could react, the old knight pulled Damon onto his lean old warhorse, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the horse ran forward like an arrow.

Because of the thin figure of this group of people, the two of them rushed all the way along the way, and they did not receive any obstacles.

In the blink of an eye, the war horse carried the two of them to the leader of the group of people.

"This is a big goblin, usually their stature is second only to the orc warriors, a few points taller than the ordinary green-skinned orcs, this big goblin is bigger than all I have killed before, I'm afraid there will be more than a dozen of them every day," the old knight said lightly.

But Dimon was a little speechless, he was obviously frightened by the monster in front of him, although Dimon had never seen an orc warrior, but the perennial tavern waiter work also made him hear from all kinds of mercenaries that the normal orc is close to two meters tall, and this is just a young orc, the really terrible is the orc warrior, it is said that the body is half as big as the young orc, but what he sees in front of him is far more huge than the orc in the mercenary's mouth, I saw it slumped on a chair made of thick branches, the fat on its body was like melted cheese spread on the chair, it held a human thigh in its hand and bit it, not caring about the arrival of the two people in front of it。

Dimon didn't dare to wonder whose leg it was, because he was afraid it was Wright who had helped him.

Before Dimon could pull out his crimson, the old knight had already dismounted from his horse and dragged the ice to the ground and ran towards the big goblin, and Dimon clearly felt the murderous aura emanating from the old knight's body.

Seeing that someone was rushing towards him, the goblin got up and threw the thigh bone, which was hung with only bits and pieces of human flesh, and the bone whistled towards the old knight like a bolt from a bed crossbow. Just as Daemon shouted danger, the old knight grabbed the ice with both hands, raised the giant sword and swept away, and his thigh bone was instantly swept away by the giant sword. With just this sharp sword, Dimon seemed to see the demeanor of the old knight in front of him when he was young.

Although this "arrow" was swept away by the old knight, but his wrinkled face was pierced with two broken bones the size of a fingernail, and the old knight did not care, still holding the giant sword in his hand and rushing towards the big goblin. From the chair behind him, the goblin picked up a great axe, the handle as thick as a tree, the body of which was made up of a large black piece of cast iron, and the ice was as small as a toothpick in front of it.

The knight held the sword in both hands and slashed towards the goblin, but his height was only up to the navel of the goblin, and the length of the ice was only up to the goblin's chest, although the sword was cut very deeply, but the leader of the goblin was full of thick fat, and it did not hurt the vital point, only green blood and some fat flowed out, because the cut was too deep, the old knight could not pull out the cold ice from the lump of meat.

The big goblin was obviously enraged by this sword, and with a shout in his mouth, he held an exaggerated giant axe and swept it towards the thin human in front of him, the old knight couldn't react, and was swept out more than ten meters at once, because he was wearing only a piece of chain mail, and the old knight spit out a mouthful of blood when he stood up.

"Boy, don't stand still in a daze, I've broken my ribs, now I'll teach you something" The old knight swallowed a mouthful of blood and said, "Now!