William pounced on the rushing cavalry, sideways to dodge the cavalry's attack. He tossed and turned between several cavalrymen, but for a moment he did not fall behind.

He lay on his back and raised his sword in both hands, which parried three spears. William exerted all his strength, holding back the green tendons, his face was red, his ears were red, and his eyes were round, but the three spears were still pressed down inch by inch.

The remaining two horsemen, seeing that William had been restrained, ignored him and rode after Peter Jr.

William watched the shimmering metallic tip of the spear slowly approach his throat, and his hair stood on end, and in his desperation, he roared and exploded with a huge force, shaking the parrying spear away.

William scrambled to the ground to avoid the rain of spears and the trampling of horses' hooves.

In his panic, he didn't grasp the weapon in his hand and accidentally dropped it aside. William kept rolling on the ground, and in his frustration he pulled a dagger from his riding boots and made a hard cut in the leg of a horse beside him.

The horse was in pain, the horse lost its front hooves, and the man and the horse fell down one after another. William took the opportunity to free the encirclement from the ground and stood up.

Seeing this, the two cavalrymen did not intend to step forward, but swept the formation next to them and watched with great interest. William glanced at them, then turned his head to look at the cavalryman who had just risen from the ground. I saw that he first shook his head, discerned the next direction, and then glared at William.

William tightened the dagger in his hand, pursed his lips, and shrugged his shoulders at the opposite cavalryman in a defiant expression.

The cavalryman was furious, stuck his spear on the ground, drew a huge two-handed sword from the saddle beside him, and slashed it a few times, then rushed at William with his head down. William was careful to distance himself from him, but whenever the distance between the two was too far, a cavalryman rode behind William to drive him.

William had no choice but to maneuver with the big man with a two-handed sword in the small encirclement.

He carefully avoided the big man's indiscriminate slashing and kept wandering around in circles, and the dagger in his hand was held tightly. He rolled his flexible eyes, estimating the distance between the two sides from time to time, and always saw the right time to dodge the big man's attack.

The big man was very angry, and when he heard the ridicule of the two companions, he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, staring at William and preparing to win with one blow.

William had a defiant and mocking smile on his face, but he was very calm in his heart, and he kept estimating the distance between the two sides, thinking about how to break through the encirclement formed by the two cavalry after victory. However, this provocative appearance fell in the eyes of the other party, which completely angered the big man, and he let out a howl in anger, and rushed over with his two-handed sword regardless of it.

William was overjoyed to see that his opponent was completely overwhelmed by anger, and he bent down slightly, stomped on the ground with his feet and turned the dagger in his hand. When the big man rushed to a sufficient distance, William pounced in the direction next to him, and then took advantage of the fact that the big man forcibly changed the center of gravity of his body because he changed direction, but he couldn't keep up with the rhythm due to inertia due to excessive force. William walked around behind the big man from the side, hugged the big man with one hand and wiped his neck with a dagger with the other.

The two cavalrymen were taken aback and hurriedly rode forward, but the encirclement was not big or small, and the distance of the charge was still not enough, and the cavalry did not get up in speed.

William managed to shrink behind the corpse of the great man, and rushed towards the cavalry with the corpse on his head. "Poof. "The spear has pierced through the corpse, and will stop in front of William's lower abdomen. William pursed his lips tightly, gripped the barrel of the gun with one hand, and took a big step, the spear plunging into his lower abdomen.

William bit his lip and slashed him in the calf with a dagger while the cavalry was panicking because the spear was jammed. The cavalryman was thrown off his horse by William with a sharp tilt of his body, and then learned of his life. He sideways dodged the spear coming from behind and faced the last of the horsemen.

William looked at the spear stuck to his body, gritted his teeth, and pulled it out with great force, and he still put the corpse in his hand aside. One hand vigorously covered the wound in the lower abdomen, and the cavalry who looked at the opposite side and saw that it was an attack gave up the idea of putting on a bandage.

When he had dealt with the last remaining cavalryman, he sat limply on the ground, panting heavily. He struggled to tear off a few rags, stuck a wound in his lower abdomen, and rolled over on his horse. He looked in the direction where the two cavalrymen had left, then turned his head to look at the infantry behind him, and could only let out a helpless sigh, tightened the spear he had just picked up, turned his horse's head, and rushed towards the infantry.

William rode into the crowd and fought hard. He didn't know how many injuries he had suffered, and he was bleeding profusely.

He kept chopping and slashing on his horse, and when he was gradually surrounded by the sea of people, he jumped off his horse and fought hand-to-hand with a group of well-trained soldiers. William stabbed the big man in front of him with a long sword that he didn't know where to go, and looked around, and the remaining soldiers were shocked by his bravery and didn't dare to step forward for a while.

He looked at the remaining soldiers, there were probably forty or fifty people, and after secretly estimating his physical strength, he couldn't help frowning.

Blood flowed down the sword to the ground, and William's hands could no longer be discerned. He exuded a thick smell of blood all over his body. The large and small wounds on his body all tell the tragedy of the fight just now, and now the pain is unbearable because of the relaxation of the spirit.

Little by little, the remaining soldiers moved forward, carefully approaching the distance. William grinned widely, shrugged his shoulders with difficulty, made an abusive gesture, and turned and ran out in the direction of the jungle. The soldiers looked at William in disbelief, and then chased after him with mocking sounds. William and his pursuers plunged headlong into the jungle from which they had just escaped, and played a game of hunting.

William struggled to find his way through the jungle as he ran towards the place where the caravan had been attacked that day. The pursuers behind him kept shouting.

After he circled around the jungle for an unknown amount of time, the figure of a chasing soldier behind him was nowhere to be seen, and they were all overwhelmed by the dark jungle and disoriented. William exhaled a long breath and sat under a big tree to calm his agitated mood and slowly regain his strength.

William walked cautiously through the jungle and gradually approached the place where the caravan had been attacked that day, and he lurked in the shadows of the jungle to carefully observe his surroundings.

Then I saw that the wagons of the caravan were empty, and several piles of goods as high as a hill were piled up in the small clearing. Some soldiers are laying out the corpses together to form a Kyoto temple. The jungle crows are silent, and the atmosphere is strange and dangerous.

A middle-aged blond man in silver armor and a black lion's cloak was slowly picking up a steward's corpse with a spear, which was slowly nailed to a towering tree.

The middle-aged man waited for the blood to drip down the trunk of the tree and carved it on the ground with a saber encrusted with rubies on the hilt. Slowly, blood dripped into the lines he had carved, and the whole pattern was dyed blood-red. The middle-aged man shook his head and hummed a cheerful song while painting himself with a sword. By the time he stopped, the blood had finished dyeing the pattern. William lay motionless and discerned for himself.

The pattern was the same as the last time the chapel priest had touched it, and a lion with its bloody mouth wide open roared vividly.

The middle-aged man escaped from the white handkerchief, carefully wiped the saber in his hand, stared at the saber, smiled with satisfaction, and then inserted back the scabbard hanging from his waist. He took a mask handed over by the attendant next to him and slowly put it on his face.

The hideous mask was facing in William's direction, and his eyes were red and looked terrifying. The middle-aged man gracefully bowed, and then said softly: "This friend has been watching for so long, shouldn't he come out to meet?" On behalf of us at the Lancaster Family, I would like to extend a warm welcome to you. ”

William smiled bitterly and slowly stood up, he patted the dirt on his body, straightened his clothes, and checked that there was nothing rude before he smiled and said, "I, Wilhelm Frederick Ludwig, accept your invitation. ”