In the woods under the moon, the Nord woman from the other side of the sea walked gently towards the battlefield of the bloody battle, her horsetail fluttering lightly in the wind, and her face with a faint but incomparable determination.

The cold moon loomed in the clouds, and the gloomy shadows of the trees melted into her eyelids. The mixed smell of blood and earth poured into her breath, and the dying moans of the woods and the clashing of weapons beat against her heart, reminding her of the seashore of Dola Chaze three years ago.

"Let's go!" Nock blocked the bow of the ship with his long sword horizontally, the wounds on his body were shocking, and his body covered with wounds burst out with the strength and violence of a lion at this moment, like a mad tiger, vigorously slashing at the Nord pirates gathered in all directions, "Let's go!

The hired pirates of Noor took a few steps back, coldly waiting for the mad man to bleed to death. On the rough beach, the eyes behind the Germanic iron helmet were like the eyes of a pack of wolves.

"No, I'm going to ...... with you" she jumped out of the boat in a frenzy, trying to hug the cold body.

"Smack-" However, she was responded with a resounding slap in the face.

"Do you want me to die in vain? Nock sneered and threw her the blood-stained saber, "Take it, don't come back for the rest of your life." ”

"Noka, my own brother. His husband drew two daggers from his leggings, one across his neck and the other at the darkness behind him, his voice even weaker, "If I die here, you won't get all you want—let Mathilde go, she'll have nothing." And even more of a poor woman. ”

The waves of memories came rushing in, and finally converged into a whirlpool full of blanks, in the deepest and most untouchable pain in the depths of her memory. It was her beloved husband who lay in a pool of blood from axes and javelins, but while gulping and foaming at the blood, he tried his best to squeeze a smile out of himself, "Go to the other side of the sea, Mathilde!"

In the moment when Mathilde was lost in deep memory, the light and shadow of the autumn leaves suddenly collided, bursting out with a touching blood shadow and light.

"Die!" Robert's horse galloped like lightning.

"Die!" Bemond roared and jumped forward. "Blake!"

Blake gritted his teeth and stepped forward with his sword, and Bermond slammed on the blade of Abile's sword, and his body flew up like an eagle. Pulling out the snow wolf's fangs from the shoulders of the seventh knight who fell in mid-air, he slashed at the Iron Mask Knight galloping with blood in all directions.

"Hmph!" the knight sneered as always, "this time it's more than just a wound, Nosam!" Bemond made a quick turn in the air. Avoid the knight's assassination. The Snow Wolf's Fang sent out a dazzling white arc of light, slashing heavily into the knight's chest and abdomen in a high-speed stagger, and the knight sneered and leaped into his horse, spear and serpent stabbed Bemmond's shoulder, bringing out a dazzling stream of blood.

In an instant, another slash struck the galloping horse in mid-air like a thunderbolt, and Blake leaped high and slashed at the knight with both hands with his sword—the Iron Mask Rider leaped from the ground with his spear on the horse's back. The spear of the counterattack instantly cut Blake's shoulder blade.

"Let's go!" Bemmond jumped onto the horse, and grabbed Blackcra, who was bleeding from his hands and shoulder blades, onto the horse. Gritted his teeth and stabbed the horse's buttocks with a knife, and ran away violently.

"Don't try to escape!" the knight who fell to the ground bent and retreated, and the two fleeing horses converged into a cold star in his pupils—he exclaimed, and shot his spear at Blake's back.

"Ding-" A silver throwing knife came first, smashing the knight's whistling spear. However, the castrated spear only lost its sight through the heart, but it still pierced Blake's shoulder, stabbed Bemmond in the back, and caused Nosam's blood to flow all over the river beach outside Deherim.

"Look at the back, the iron bump. Your opponent is Lord Cress. Kress stepped forward, shielding Mathilde, who looked obviously wrong, and looked Robert up and down, "It's really majestic, this armor can be sold for thousands of dinars if you peel it off." ”

"Where's Suno?" Mathilde said as he regained his composure, drew his sword and stood alongside her, raising an eyebrow.

"That country lady owes me only ten dinars, and she ran away. Kress took out the other five throwing knives and stared at the exposed skin on Robert's neck guard, but did not forget to taunt Miss Suo, "But maybe I fainted, but I didn't catch up anyway." ”

"Ladies, let's stop here. As the black horse carrying the unconscious Bedmund and Blake drifted away, the black-armored knight Robert slowly removed his helmet, "I have to start with you first." ”

In the backlight under the moon, Robert's face could be faintly seen. He is a middle-aged man who looks gentle and silent, his thick black eyebrows fly obliquely into his sideburns, and his eyes are slightly closed as if he is very tired, hiding the vicissitudes of life that have been annihilated for countless years, but the white scar at the corner of his right eye shows the tossing and turning of his dangerous battle. His chin was stiff, strong, wild and unrestrained, and yet the corners of his mouth always maintained a polite, gentlemanly smile - every feature contained a contradictory but fascinating charm.

"It's not bad, I can't bear to stab it with a throwing knife. "But it's not very valuable compared to that armor." This face can only be exchanged for a beer in the backstreet. ”

Robert frowned deeply, "Huh?"

"Mr. Knight is a gentleman. Knowing that the helmet you take off is not easy to break, and you can sell it for a good price. Mathilde smiled, "Actually, we don't know each other, and we don't have a holiday. You don't have weapons and horses now, and I mention you to take off your armor again and surrender with dignity in your burqa. ”

"Nice build. Robert's eyes snapped open, "If you have any life." ”

In the grass, the wet Miss Su Nuo pushed aside the long grass in front of her, and spit out a few blades of grass in her mouth, but just saw the man in black armor suddenly lowered his center of gravity, and swept through the four lightning flying knives, his fingers and shoulders rushed blood, but his body pounced like a cheetah, and jumped up on the ground without stopping, and the sonorous iron armor stepped on the ground with a deep footprint.

At that moment, Robert opened his ten fingers, and inside were two shining silver throwing knives.

"Now there are weapons. Robert laughed loudly, the cloak behind him danced, and in his eyes were Mathilde, who was coldly holding his sword, and Kress, who was silent behind her.

"Don't die! Miss Suno shoved a delicately made wooden reed into her lips, "Don't waste it, I've been looking for it for so long by jumping into that river!"

With the breeze blowing in the forest under the moon, Mathilde's heart beat faster.

"Your accent comes from a noble ancient family in the north of Nord, and you are a lady with noble blood in your veins. Robert's hands were bleeding, but his long eyebrows were flat, and his gaze was eagle-like to the women in front of him. "I have never done anything to the noble lady, but today you must not leave alive. ”

"Shouldn't I be honored by the ancient etiquette, Lord Knight?" she suddenly realized that the black-armored knight in front of her, who was not willing to get his fingers pierced by the blade and was about to approach step by step in the slash of the sword, hid a rebellious and conceited heart under his silent eyes, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Trouble carving my husband's family coat of arms and me together on the tombstone. ”

"Willing to help. Robert's eyes remained unwavering, but he calmly took a step closer.

"Blue eyes, I'm not sure. In the Earl's kitchen, my throwing knife can shoot down three flies in one slash," Cress stepped further and whispered, "but he was half caught with his bare hands. You're more in charge of the money than I am, so run away. ”

"You know the goods. You're going to die, though. Mathilde raised an eyebrow, "Why don't you break this tin can into eight pieces together?" ”

"I'm not doing it for nothing, ma'am. Kress took the last half of the walnut crisp to swallow, "Remember to convert it into eight dinars - my little life can probably manage that much money." When I sent it to the old maid's house, I said that I had worked as a milkman in Suno and was doing well. ”

However, at the moment when they were talking softly, Robert's originally calm body suddenly lowered, he bent his waist, jumped his feet, stretched his arms, waved his palms, flicked his fingers, and pounced to the right like a black phantom between the electric lights and flints, and the silver light burst out in his ten fingers, and in an instant, he shot out two sharp knives stained with his own blood.

"Damn, I finally put on the skirts of the ladies once!" Kress splattered blood on her shoulder, and a throwing knife grazed her shoulder, "Death to me!"

"Ding-" The flying knife made the black shadow flutter and stagger, and the weak shoulder and neck emitted a trail of blood, but it still pounced on the Nord woman.

"Praise Odin!" Mathilde swung Nock at him, his sword smashing into the flying knives, "Help me!"

The indomitable knight suddenly lowered his shoulders and bowed his head, as if he had stumbled to the ground, but avoided the sharpest of the sword, Mathilde raised his eyebrows and shook his sword, and his powerful long legs slammed forward, and the long sword stabbed down like a poisonous snake.

As the blade roared, Robert raised his eyebrows and raised his arms, and a huge cloak was thrown from behind him, covering Mathilde, who was only slightly startled, and a swift sword flower pierced the tough cloak hole into a cloud of debris.

"Throwing knives!

Kress took a deep breath and stepped forward and waved.

Her hands froze in the air, her eyes a little distracted with shock - Robert's right hand pierced through the debris and held the slender sword strongly, but his left hand grabbed Mathilde's neck with force, lifting the beautiful Nord woman high and spun her body around Cress. (To be continued......)