A cool breeze blew through the Soti pine forest, the leaves rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound, and the fragrance of wheat wafted from the fields in the distance, and peace and silence descended on the land.

Bertor took the reins and walked the forest path with Tallinnam, who was already a knight of the kingdom, this was their familiar home, and he knew every trail in the forest so well, because he was the owner of the land, and Tallinnham had been helping him take care of the land for several years.

They are squire-lords, and at the same time, they are close comrades-in-arms. In recent years, news has been coming that Tallinnham is Berto's illegitimate son, but the upright Berto never explains. People who understand you don't need to explain, and people who don't understand you don't need to explain. This is the credo that Berto has always adhered to.

The foals crossed the hills, crossed the babbling brook, they had not been so relaxed in a long time, the unpolluted air was so fresh, Berto took a deep breath of the forest air, this is the breath of life, the breath of life. Compared to a few months ago in the Elthollen Forest, it's so much better.

For the past few months, they had been on the road, battling the armies of the undead, the vampire-polluted land was so foul-smelling, the air smelled of putrefaction, and the images of rotting corpses awakened by necromancers, dragging their severed arms through the fields, were so disgusting. Contaminated land may not be cured for decades. Berto is glad that his territory has not been polluted, even though the threat of vampires and greenskins never stops.

Recovering from his memories, Berto found himself far away, even out of his own territory.

Tallinnham followed leisurely behind him, and for a moment Berto looked at him with great relief. Eight years ago, when Tallinnham was a poor boy, he chose him. At that time, he was so young and immature. Now, his body and face are covered with knife marks and scars, which are the traces of the baptism of the years, and they are the testimony of glory.

Compared to Bretonnia's new knights, Berto felt that Tallinnam was more worthy of being a true knight, having explored, shed blood for the kingdom, saved Bretonnia's legions, and even received the blessing of the goddess of the lake. It's all real.

And in these years, the young men who have just come of age in Bretonnia and have been promoted to knighthood are of little merit except for a white, tender and handsome face and hereditary status. At times, Berto even worries about the future of this kingdom. However, he is not a king, and he can't do much, so he can only go with the flow of the times.

As they walked, they came to a dilapidated tower, a defensive tower built decades ago. The tower is dilapidated, the base is overgrown with weeds, and even the marks of stone bullets can be made on the tower. Berto knew that they were traces left by orc catapults. Every once in a while, the Greenskins and Beastmen wreak havoc on the territory of Bretonnia, and the wounds of war are still indelible. Berto remembered the appearance of the green-skinned beasts, they were tireless, and only the battle could excite them. Moreover, the numbers were endless, and Berto even suspected that these beasts did not reproduce normally, but grew out of cracks in the stones. The Frontier Princes have always been considered the frontier of the human world, but Berto has always wondered, what is south of that?

A rapid sound of horses' hooves attracted the attention of the two, and the elven war horse under Berto's crotch neighed uneasily, and Berto was about to leave, but a troop of cavalry appeared not far away. Not your average cavalry......

"It's the Blood Knight!"

Tallinnham shouted.

"Four, five...... No, it's a team!"

The approaching figure made Tallinnham more and more nervous, although he knew that there was a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and us, but out of knighthood, he could not fear the enemy, and neither Tallinnham nor Lord Berto fled. Instead, he confronted this rushing army of blood knights.

"May the goddess of the lake bless you, Tallinn. ”

Berto turned and smiled, calmness and reason written all over his old face. He knew that the brave who met on a narrow road would win, and not only would it not be in line with the knightly way to escape, but they might not be able to escape......

"May the goddess of the lake visit us!" 135 Chinese

Tallinnam retorted, drawing his sword as he spoke.

"Oh, forget it, the goddess of the lake has never favored me, not before, and never will be. I won't have a chance to be a Knight of the Holy Grail in my life, but you can. ”

Berto smiled and took the knight's spear from Tallinnam.

Twelve Knights of the Blood Keep were greeted by them, their armor a terrifying dark red as if soaked in blood. Handsome faces were hidden beneath ornate armor, and Tallinnham knew that these knights were no ordinary humans, they were all vampires. Being able to become a blood knight, these vampires are definitely the strongest of their kind. With a human physique, he is no match for vampires at all, even if he is a knight of the Kingdom of Bretonnia, he can only barely manage one team against another. Even the Knights of the Holy Grail did not dare to underestimate them. And now, Berto and himself, the two of them have to face a whole team of blood knights. It's sad and lamentable, he and Lord Berto fought in all directions, had countless adventures, and finally fell under the sword of a group of blood knights who met by chance.

"So, where are you going?"

Riding on his warhorse, Berto shouted. Even though there was a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy and us, there was no trace of fear on the old lord's face. The silvery-white knight's armor glistened in the faint sunlight.

Soon, on the opposite side, among the twelve blood knights, a leading knight walked out. It was a knight taller than the other vampires. His fiery red armor was extravagant, with swirling shoulder armor and two eagle heads carved at the end. The cuirass is painted with the emblem of the red dragon, and the lifelike relief has an undercurrent surging, as if it were a living, beating heart. Similarly, the Blood Knight Commander walked towards Lord Berto with a spear in hand.

"It's just a matter of borrowing, old knight. You can go away, for the sake of the few of you, I don't slaughter the weak. ”

The Blood Knight Commander was in full armor and said arrogantly. They were not far away, they were not close, and their voices had to be heard clearly by roaring.

"The real weakness lies in the heart, not in the body. ”

Berto responded coldly-

"In the name of the goddess of the lake, far from my land. Otherwise, under the spear, all beings are equal. ”

After hearing this, the Blood Knight Commander sneered, he did not respond directly, but turned around and nodded to his subordinates, only to see the twelve Blood Knights retreat neatly, they held spears and swords in their hands, but they did not make a gesture of charging and fighting.

Just as Tallinnham was puzzled, the Blood Knight Commander tightened his grip on his spear.

"Come on, knight, we're one-on-one. I admire your warriors. Today, if you win me, I'll let my troops bypass your territory. But if you lose, I'll pick your chest open and gouge out your heart and hang it in my hall as a victory item. ”

The Blood Knight spoke, and the war horse under his crotch had already let out a low roar like a war beast. It was a death horse made of white bone and carrion, its skin covered in heavy armor, making it look less terrifying.

Under the bleak sun, the old lord Berto put on his helmet and visor, and experienced countless life-and-death battles, then, again, it might as well be good.

The horses neighed, and the two knights launched a ferocious charge towards each other......