Chapter 2: The Home of Milk and Honey

Chapter 3: Memories of Sin and Atonement

The armor made a violent crashing sound, and the Glent Tiger broke through the Nord warriors' defenses, and the giant spear stabbed Arka, who rolled on his side on the ground in a brilliant way, dodging the spurs of three spears and taking the left leg of a warhorse with an axe.

"Bermond Bihoff?" the knight's gaze became serious, he had never heard of the infantry who could survive the cavalry lunge charge, except for the terrible warrior of the battle of Tiha.

"Unfortunately, I'm just the Wolf King's teeth. Svadias. ”

"His name is Arka Cesa, but I am the mortal enemy you are looking for. The knight, who had lost his shock power, was caught in the battle formation of the Nords, and was instantly dismounted by a split, letting out a seeping scream, and Oldman, covered in blood, raised his battle axe behind the shield wall, "If it is only against the soldiers, I will fight you to the death." ”

"Not bad. Arka's face was calm, his gray hair moving in the wind, and he pointed his axe at Grent, "You have no choice but to kill me or die at my hands." ”

"Well," said the knight's gaze, "I don't mind Harangus having a barbarian's head on his coat of arms. ”

Ou Ruoya slammed away the royal guards beside her, pulled out her dagger and pointed it at her throat, "Otherwise, I'll die here first!"

On the top of the mountain, seeing that the resistance of the Nords was always tenacious, Duke André's face became solemn, he put down his wine glass, raised his right hand, and prepared to let the reserves into battle.

"Let's charge together, my lord. Destroy the power of the Bikhovs here, then raid Tiha and Sagoth. Reclaiming Kalade's honor is just around the corner......" Haraus mobilized André passionately, but the old nobleman only waved his hands slowly and looked at him with a sneer.

"Haraus. When the old men of Tiha fled to Suno, they tried to whip my son. "The reason is simply that my son Grent didn't cook enough one-year-old cows for them with the most elaborate and solemn rituals of the old empire, and he didn't have enough virgins who happened to be fifteen years old to help them drink." ”

In the shouting of killing, Andre's smile grew cold, "Don't you think." Is the empire really old, so old that it needs to be shattered completely, and then cut again according to the new rules of fairness—sanction the Knights!Honor is with us!" He lowered his arms and charged down the valley in a leading manner. More than 300 knights in standard armor raised their spears and drew their swords. Follow him as he charges down the mountain. The valley trembled violently as the horses galloped, and the follow-up crossbowmen and heavily armed sergeants rushed forward on the corpses of the cavalrymen killed by throwing axes.

"Your Excellency!" the newly promoted Captain of the Guards rushed to the stunned Harlaus, "- Praise to Philae Inhardt! ”

Haraus looked back and was shocked to see the wolf smoke rising in the direction of Coolin Castle. The banner of King Calad of the Knights of the Guards was cut down on the castle. The flag of the snow wolf of Bihov fluttered proudly.

In the valley, the infantry collided with the knights. Tomahawks and spears repeated the killing, and screams and cries resounded through the air. Haraus stood still, looked at Culin Castle, and suddenly laughed to himself.

"A good Andre, a good Bemmond. I thought I had already exhausted my fortune for the Empire. Who knows, but he has become a pawn across the river. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and turned to a bone-chilling cold, "Andre lured me here just to give the knight of the guard to the snow wolf of Nord - and Bermond. I'm afraid that I will arrive at the battlefield early, but I will use my son as bait. Kill us in batches. ”

"My lord, Kurin has been lost. Not to mention the fact that the Knights of Sanction have a bad idea against us. Robert, the chief knight of the guard, said calmly, "Our lone army has no chance of winning against the Nords in the shadows, and we should leave immediately." ”

"You're right, going back is the way to death. But we're still going back to Coolinn, just to surprise Bemmond. Haraus laughed, pointing to the castle and raising his spear, but there was a flickering chill in his eyes, "More than two hundred brothers and friends are unknown in Kulin, and they can't just leave." The knights of the empire never leave any companion behind, just as they never forget the deception of today's betrayal. ”

"As you wish. The Knight Commander remembered the legend of Harlaus's undefeated, "The Knights of the Guards are the sword of my king, and I am at your command." ”

A few dozen knights followed Haraus away, leaving the bleeding valley beneath his hooves. The fighting in the valley was even more fierce, with jackdaws flapping their wings and horses galloping, and blood and dust obscuring the moonlight.

Fires burned out at the same time in the castle and valley of Kulin, and cries of war rang out from all sides. The Order of Sanction swept through the Nord infantry phalanx like a wave of rage, leaving hundreds of Nord and Swadian corpses behind.

The Nord's shield walls and battle formations were cut to pieces, and the first charge of the Sanction Knights took half of the Nord's lives. However, like wounded lone wolves, dozens of lone royal guards and senior soldiers roared into the knights' group, splitting the stagnant hundreds of cavalry and horses into several pieces, shocking the proud Suno knights.

The fierce battle continued until dawn, and the banner of the snow wolf of Bihov appeared in the distance at the end of the valley. The horn of Svadia's retreat suddenly sounded, and the knights of sanction who were still fighting chopped or slashed, and fought their horses out of battle, leaving behind the crossbowmen and Swadia sergeants who had fought bloodily, and galloped towards the far part of the valley, leaving behind the desperate howls of their comrades.

"Bemundejarr is back! Odin is above!" a cry of joy echoed through the valley, and the Swadians, who were still resisting, turned as white as snow, threw away their weapons, and trembled and prostrate on the ground, begging for forgiveness from the Nords.

"No, I'm not a good son either!" Oldman struggled to grab his father's hand, but fell to the side of the bed from blood loss and weakness, and watched as his father lifted the tent and walked out.

There was a faint aroma wafting outside the door, and the flames burning on the rosin shelves were scorching the pure spices—at Bemond's orders, the great cremation ceremony was ready, and the Nords, dressed in black, stood silently awaiting the arrival of the head of the Bihoff family. The soldiers, who were ordered not to cry, bit their tongues, but tears rained down.

If you can't die on the battlefield. The Nords would walk to the cremation site themselves when they were about to die, waiting for Odin's call.

Step by step, Bemmond quietly walked towards his cremation place. The bleeding wound took away the warmth, the starry sky swirled in his eyes, and the earth twisted beneath his feet. In the dark, he saw his lover smile and stretch out his hands to him. "Avila, wait for me......," muttered to himself, as Bermond Bihof Tez collapsed outside his son's tent, accompanied by Oldman's cries of pain and the requiem war song that sounded far and near.

"Jackdaw, our oracle. Guide the immortal warriors;

Spread your wings to the other side of the sea, through the cold earth;

Call upon my God, my Father, and my Mother—

Odin my god, I brought the round shield and the long axe of Nord;

Mountains my Father. I brought the faithfulness and sacrifice of my sons;

My mother of the sea, I brought the blood and heads of my enemies;

Please accept the honor of the warriors, and let us be above the stars;

Please accept the cries of your children, let us be above the snowy mountains;

Embrace the weary soul. Let's be above the waves;

Let the axe and the shield be the grave. ...... with the stars and the sea"

Twenty-four years later, in early winter, the fortress city of Dehrim was bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

Merchants and troops flowed through the wide streets, and the young infantry, who were in high spirits, stuck at the gates, picking and choosing among the honest peasants who wanted to go into the city to sell two rabbits, and making the peasants with shabby hats and honest smiles almost cry out loud—while their superior, Sergeant Hilburn, who was on duty at the gates, leaned sickly against the city walls, looked at the richly dressed merchants outside the gates, and swore and pulled out the few dinars that he had left at the end of the month. A face that looks rugged because of its full beard is particularly gloomy.

The slightly narrow gates were blocked by this minor dispute. A thin, gray-haired, Nordic merchant drove the carriage to the front of the door, watching the farmer bewildered and stumbling under the interrogation of the soldiers. An anxious look appeared on the old man's face. He frowned frequently, irritated by the noise in front of him and the impatient urging of the traveler behind him.

The young soldier felt himself in the center of attention, and became more and more aggressive, "Well, old thing, you sue me - how can you prove that this rabbit was picked up at your door, and not poached in the woods of the lords?" he pointed at the farmer, his freckled young face flushed with excitement, "Haha, I can't tell, you're going to the gallows!"

The merchant shook his head, quietly took a few silver dinars from his bosom, handed them to his horse boy, and motioned with his eyes for him to go up and relieve the siege.

"Master Sergeant, I have here proof that he has picked up the rabbit," Ma Tong, a tall young man with a round fat face and a smile on his face, "please make a decision, wise adults." He stretched out his hand and quickly sent the dinar into the soldier's hands, his broad body blocking everyone's view.

"Ah...... Aha," the soldier laughed, "I remembered that in the winter, there were some silly rabbits. He kicked the farmer in the ass and watched the farmer fall to the ground, laughing out loud, "Just like this old fellow......"

"I think it's just like you, you idiot. A slap interrupted the soldier's laughter, and the ill-faced Hilburn appeared at the city gate, kicked the soldier over, snatched the dinars, and looked at the old merchant with a smile, "I think I saw someone trying to bribe the loyal soldiers of the Empire?"

The nobles and the great merchants had already entered the city, and the only remaining little traders and barefoot peasants in shabby clothes, riding little donkeys or bald horses, and poor barefoot peasants who had not yet entered the city at this time, turned their heads to the side under the threat of Silborn's gaze, and the gates fell silent for a while.

Hilburn withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, squinting at the thin merchant, and saw that the old man had dark eyes peculiar to the Kujits, a deep scar on his forehead full of wrinkles of suffering, and a thin, thin figure, dressed in a nondescript Nord robe.

"Maybe we can borrow a step to speak?"

"Of course, if you understand the rules of Lord Hilburn in Decherim City, I'd be happy to talk to you alone at the tavern. ”

"Sir, I have come from Coolma, which is full of horses and plagues. "And (to be continued......