"I also want to kill your father, Oldman. ”

"I know, Oroya. The young man smiled bitterly and turned his head away, "So I am atoning for his sins and all the Nords, and asking for forgiveness from Nosamu and the Swadians who died in vain." When the situation calms down, I'll send you back to Svadia. Go far and don't look back. ”

The two were silent, Dada's horse's hooves striking on Oroya's heart.

"Oroya, that's ...... There seems to be a fire in the direction of Kulin?" Suddenly, Oldman reined in his horse, his body visibly stiffening. Oroya crossed his shoulder, saw smoke rising from the other side of the mountain, and heard the angry shouts of the Swadians and Nord echoing far away through the valley.

The wailing peasants scattered out of the valley. The blood-stained scouts staggered with the sad news that the Swadians in ambush in the valley had launched a furious assault on the castle of Kulin while the Bihovs were on their way, and the banner of the Harungors had been planted on the castle.

"Dismount and go back at once, and don't come with you. Oldman's face grimened, and he gave Oroya a one-handed axe and pushed the young woman away, "This is a battlefield that belongs to the Nords. ”

"Nope. Recalling her father's end, Oroya hugged him tightly, "I'll never do anything stupid again." I love you, Oldman. From this day forward, I am neither a Swadian nor a Nord. ”

"I love you too, and I'm brave for it. Oldman hugged her gently, "It's like the mountains and the sea." I will never leave you. ”

"Let's go!" the young warrior snatched the broken Snow Wolf Battle Banner from the scout's hand and handed it to Oroya to raise it high. He pulled out his tomahawk. Take your lover and gallop on a prancing horse, and take the lead in running to the burning castle. "Warriors of Bihoff, Odin is with us!"

The unusually bravery of the weak lord shocked the warriors of the village of Kwyn, who were at a loss for what to do with their weapons down. At this time, the leader of the veteran soldiers, Arka Cesa, came out of the crowd. Be the first to draw your weapon.

"Forty-two years ago my grandfather swore to the mountains and the sea that the name of Cesar would forever be the tooth of the snow wolf of Bihov. "Today, I am glad to see the young snow wolf show the bravery he deserves—let the blood of the Swadians appease the wrath of Bikhov!"

He led the singing of the war song on the other side of the sea, and his singing voice was generous. The surrounding warriors shouted in unison. Raising his sword, axe and spear, he strode to keep up with the future lord.

"Odin my god, I have brought the round shield and the 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"

Unbeknownst to Arca Cesa, a pair of gloomy eyes were looking at his gray back in the distance.

A battlefield full of singing near and far.

The high-spirited Nords, led by Oldman, rushed to Kulin Castle in high spirits, and the snow wolf banner fluttered in the hands of a beautiful maiden, with the holy and grand moon shadow on the horizon in the background.

Kwen and Kulin were only two or three miles apart, and from the corner tower they could see the fire in the village. Shocked by the loss of the castle, the Nords swarmed back to the castle, gathered in the valley into a long snake, and marched rapidly towards Kulin at the top of the mountain.

Seeing the wolf smoke of the castle in front of him, Oldman looked solemn and said, "Oroya." I'm not a warrior skilled in martial arts, but I have to fight and bleed there as the son of Bikhov. So I might die. You should wait for me here now. And pray that I can bring back the honor of the snow wolf. ”

"I am the daughter of a knight, and my oath is sacred and steadfast. Oroya hugged him tightly with one hand and gave him a resolute look in return. "Look at my mouth, it's also purple. Just because when I decided to poison you, I also ate arsenic every day. I was willing to die with you back then. ”

The castle was just before the valley, and the Nords let out a ferocious roar and ran with their weapons and shields held high.

In the midst of the battle song, there was a sudden mutation.

Dense Swadiya figures appear on both sides of the hilltop.

"Stupid Nord brute. A middle-aged nobleman with a thin body and a beautiful beard appeared on the top of the mountain, looking at the silent Nords in the valley, "What kind of decay is the nobles of the imperial capital to be driven by such a foreign race to flee from the land of Sagoth to Suno." Fighting against such a barbarian is simply an insult to the noble history of the Haringus family. ”

At his side stood two noble knights, one with a thin face, prominent cheekbones, and a swarthy complexion, seven or eight points similar to him, and the other was heroic and long-standing, and at the moment his eyebrows were tightly knit, looking solemnly at the unfazed Nord soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

"Then, Sir Harlaus, you will be willing to fight for me here. See how my tiger cub Grent led the Knights of Sanction to strangle these Nord barbarians?"

He beckoned, and the attendant unloaded the wine from his horse, chilled in ice, and poured a glass for the old nobleman and the young knight. "Come, let's toast to the main knights who led the Knights of the Guards to conquer Kulin Castle!

"The resistance of the Nords is so weak, the Knights of the Guards are nothing more than a massacre. And your warriors are ready to crush the beast of Nord, Duke André Harongoth. I deserve to be here to witness the fearlessness and valor of the Knights of Sanction. With that, Haraus gracefully held out his glass to Earl Glens. "Glent, my dear friend, drink this glass of wine and celebrate your victory in advance. ”

"Stay, Haraus. It's not too late for me to charge back. The Harengers family did not have the habit of drinking vegetarian wine for no reason. The young knight gave the order, and the soldiers of the brigade left the group, but he finally turned his face and looked cold, "Harlaus, what kind of person are you? persuade Marshal Mars to quietly gather an army to attack Nord, and then leave all the dismounted knights and hoplites in Jeerberg, and encourage my father to run thousands of miles with light horses to attack Kulin, and finally give up his own captain of the guard as bait, set up a situation to capture Kulin and lay an ambush here......"

"For Kalade, my friend. Haraus smiled and drank the wine from his glass.

"Good, Kalad needs a military genius like you. The Harongoth family was also happy to meet young nobles who had a special friendship with us. André Harengus gestured for his son to charge, and with a smile he handed Haraus a glass of wine, "One more glass, our wine is only for friends and undying enemies." According to the nobles of Tiha and Sagos, the latter's body was buried in our family's cellar for fourteen floors. ”

"Aim--salvo!" a cold command sounded from the top of the mountain, and hundreds of Swadia light crossbows fired hail of crossbow arrows, and the Nords fell to the ground as if they were cutting wheat.

Oldman twisted and hugged Oroya tightly into his arms, holding the shield in one hand and pulling the reins of the horse with the other, and the warhorse man stood up, and was immediately shot through the head by several crossbow arrows, and fell to the ground with a scream. He rolled to the ground with Ou Ruoya in his arms, and turned around a few times before stopping castration, but his body was bruised and painful, obviously injured.

The Svadia knights charged after a few waves of furious fire - a rare flat area in the valley for cavalry to charge and harvest.

"Draw your bow, draw your bow, and prepare to throw your axe!" Arka cried out to organize the warriors to act as a shield wall and stop in front of Oldman, "Oldmanyar, your heart is too soft—but you must know that if they don't die tonight, we will die in the dirt, and your Urroya and my sons will fall here." ”

"Uncle Cesar......"

"Shut up, you bastard boy. I've only taught you throwing and axes, and they're just unsavory killing techniques—for your father thought you had better not go to war, but to be a wandering lord. It's different now, learn from me and keep your eyes open to Bihov's wolf killing array. ”

"Come with me, northern wolves!" Arkahaha laughed and shouted as crossbow bolts struck hundreds of round shields side by side, raising his arms and shouting, "Senior soldiers march forward with their shields, royal guards prepare with axes, and senior archers scatter volleys from the high ground." Let these fools who dismount and have lap legs know how powerful the tomahawks are!".

However, the royal guards holding various heraldic shields remained unmoved, looking at Oldman in their eyes and not at Alka. Clusters of arrows and crossbow arrows fired fiercely in the air, and the Swadian knights galloped forward, hundreds of pitch-black spears standing coldly and facing Arka, who was shouting loudly in the melee.

"Don't move here, Oroya. Oldman gently pushed the woman away, his eyes meeting Arka's, resolute, "Bihov and Cesar deserve to bleed together - royal guards, rush with me!"

"For Svadia!"

"Odin is on top!"

The roaring roar was deafening, and the ironclad knight smashed through the chaotic battle line of the Nords like an angry lion, and the senior Nord soldiers in the front row flew back with shields and shields, and the spears in the charge pierced the Nord chain mail like cutting paper, and more than two hundred heroic Nords fell in a breath.

The next moment the Nords' swords and axes began to take revenge, and the vanguard knights who stopped the charge were split into several pieces by the men and horses. Heavy throwing axes and throwing spears were fired at the cavalry group, and the following cavalry collided with each other by surprise, and the men flipped on their backs.

The valley was strewn with blood, and in the darkness Grent noticed the brave Nord veteran Arka who, with his mask down, his shield and spear, charged Arka with thirty-eight Swadian Knights. (To be continued......)