To the southwest of Mount Turan is the plain of Collès, a flat river. In this vast plain, almost half of the territory of the Plantagenet Dynasty was once occupied, but now because of the frequent wars, large areas of farmland have been trampled by the hooves of the army, and the flames of war are raging on this land, and the beautiful Colles Plain is now devastated and desolate. The only life on this plain is now the displaced people who have fled the war.

The crowd of people who came from unknown places numbered in the hundreds, walking on a path in tattered clothes, and the line was long because there were many old people and children. The man at the head of the group stood at the front of the line frowning silently, as if he was worried about something, and as if he was dissatisfied with the speed at which the people were moving.

"The old men got into the carriage, and the women put all their luggage on the carriage. The man carries the child on his back. Bakken, you take a few good riders to patrol around the team, and if you find that the army does not want to engage them, come back immediately. We're going to move faster, there's going to be someone here at any time. The man who spoke was visibly anxious.

"Boss Reha, it's not the way we can do this. There were a lot of women and children in the ranks. There is simply no way to speed things up. A strong man said angrily. In the sunlight, his skin turned blue-black.

This group of people is naturally the bandits who left Mount Turan, and the man at the head is Reha. It's just that at this moment, Leha no longer has the lazy appearance he had when he was in the cottage, although he was wearing a tattered clothes, it made him look calm.

Reha thought for a moment, and called, "Roman, you mount my horse, and now go to the Duke of Fernandi at once, and ask him to send troops to meet us." Roman answered, mounted his horse, took directions, and left. Duke Fernandi's domain was thousands of miles away, and Roman was very dangerous alone, but he did not hesitate to carry out Reha's orders.

"Alas, I really miss the days when the empire was still there. A man behind Reha said.

"Yes, at that time, I guarded the territory of the empire with the boss. Accustomed to the life of licking blood from the knife edge. These nearly ten years of comfort have almost rusted my body. A person next to him also said. He was thinking back to his old military career.

"I really don't know what the boss thinks. actually gave up the territory to occupy the mountain and become a bandit. Even if the waste bundles unite against us, what can we do? The other was muttering as well.

"Well, that's not what we should be thinking. All we have to do is follow the boss. I've heard that Fernandi wanted to work with the boss as well. But the boss didn't agree. I don't know the details. The man who started said.

The Plantagenet dynasty had seven archdukes, all of whom were on the borders of the empire. Since the Bloody Night of the Empire, four dukes have upgraded their territories into kingdoms and gradually expanded their territories. The other two dukes only strengthened the defenses in their territories, and did not have any intention of sending troops. The last one vanished after the Night of Blood. Except for some relatively light and easy-to-carry armaments in the territory, the rest were left in the Duke's Palace. There were also some armies that disappeared with the duke, although there were not many, but they were all at the level of commanders and generals. The rest of the men came to Duke Fernandi.

The vanished Duke was previously known as the Grand Duke of Halle. Harley, Reha. The Grand Duke of Halley reversed his name and led his men down to Mount Turan and became king. The people who knew about it were one more than Archduke Halley and his men. This man is Duke Fernandi, who has a lifelong friendship with Duke Harley.

Duke Fernandi is arguably the weakest of the seven dukes. Because he is the only one of the seven dukes who does not know martial arts and does not know how to fight. He was not a knight, but a magician. Magicians don't need much worldly power. Especially a fifteenth-level magus like him.

The past has been buried in the dust for a long time, but there are many things that don't change over time. Take the trust between Harley and Fernandi. More than a decade later, Harley is still clear about the conversation he had with Fernandi that day. That day, Fernandi drove to the Duke's palace in Harley alone and handed him a child who could not walk.

"Old friend, I see the future in the magic ball. The empire will be shattered, and hope will be buried. Night has come. And this child is an unknown variable in the future. Fernandi said to Archduke Harley in a low voice.

Duke Harley frowned, his words were enough to make him be punished, but a fifteenth-level magus would never do this if he didn't have some kind of strong prophecy about the future. Grand Duke Harley turned to the child in the hands of the magician and said, "What should I do?"

"After the fall of the Empire, take him away from here. At least don't get involved in these things until the situation is clear. Also, this kid has a special body and can't practice magic. I don't know why. Even, I can't see this child clearly. Fernandi said. Of course, the fifteenth-level magister is not blind, and the "can't see clearly" in his mouth is naturally not seen with his eyes. The Magister then added, "Also, my friend, leave him before he reaches adulthood, and don't let him know who you really are. I have a feeling that this kid is going to change the landscape of this continent in the future. And after that, come to me. Magister Fernandi finished speaking and hurried away.

Harley looked at the boy he was holding in his hand and was silent for a long time. However, after the night of blood, Archduke Halle came to Mount Turan as Fernandi had told. And this kid is naturally William.

In addition to the life-and-death trust between the two, this incident in Fernandu's Toharé also has the kind of chivalry in Harley's heart.

The Eight Knights' Spirits Admired by the Plantagenet Dynasty. Honor first, loyalty and trustworthiness, bravery, courage and martial arts! In Fernandi's heart, Harley is the only one who can take on these ten words.

Reha, no, it should be Harley. Harley looked at the group in front of him, there were old people, children, and many women. They need to be guarded. But the men in the team were holding their weapons tightly, but they didn't know what they were fighting for. Although with their own prestige, they can follow them without hesitation, but ...... He, Grand Duke Halle. Generalissimo of the Plantagenet Dynasty, what can he do to give back to those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for themselves? Thinking of this, Harley took a deep breath.

His horse had been ridden away by Roman, so he stood on the stone, looked at the men, and shouted, "Knights!"

The team slowly stopped. Many men looked up at Harley. Didn't understand why the word was shouted.

Harley didn't seem to see the blankness in people's eyes. He continued to shout, "Knights, remember, the oath you took when you first joined the army, what was our purpose in keeping our names incognito for more than ten years, was it to show off our strength to the enemy, or was it to gain more benefits? no! none of this was what we wanted!" Harley roared.

"I know you're all confused right now, not knowing where we're going or what we're going to do. I tell you now, let's go home! to our own territory, to guard those who are suffering!" Harley roared hoarsely.

"In the face of a strong enemy, be fearless and fearless! Be bold and loyal, worthy of the empire! Be upright and outspoken, and would rather die than be ashamed! Protect the weak, and no one is to blame! This is your oath, remember it firmly! With the glory of my Duke Harley, I will bestow you the glory of knighthood!!" Harley roared.

The men involuntarily raised their chests, and at this moment, they were no longer bandits. Twelve years later, they were once again a glorious knight! A wave of blood stirred in their chests, and they remembered the vows they had made in the past.

I swear to be kind to the weak!

I swear to be brave against rape!

I swear to fight all mistakes!

I swear to fight for the unarmed!

I swear to help anyone who asks me for help!

I swear I won't hurt any woman!

I swear to help my brother knights!

I swear to be sincere with my friends!

I swear that I will die for what I love!

Harley drew his sword from his waist and stabbed it into the sky: "Knights, there are friends, brothers, and even family members you haven't seen for many years! They are suffering there! They need your protection, and there is our glory! Should we go forward to protect our glory now, or should we go elsewhere to enjoy the plundered harvest?"

"Forward!forward!!forward!! the knights were enthusiastic.

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No matter how scrappy the people who have regained their knighthood under Harley's leadership, William Jr., who has left the cottage, is not very happy now. Since leaving the cottage, there is only one person with him, Augustus. Originally, it didn't matter, even if he was alone, William would have survived. Although he doesn't know if he can beat Bakken with all his might, it will not be easy for Bakken to win against him.

"This stuffy guy can't say a few words a day, although this thing is indeed a good helper, but a person who can't speak, it's too boring on the way. A depressed William muttered.

"Where are we going?" asked William Augustus.

"Listen to you. Augustus replied with some confusion.

"So what are we going to eat tonight and where are we sleeping?"

"Listen to you. ”

"We've got to have a means of transportation. Take horses, for example. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Do you know where some of your friends have gone?"

"I don't know. ”

William sighed. No more trying to say anything to him. He felt that talking to Augustus was simply making himself unhappy. William grabbed a few demon wolves behind the mountain, skillfully dissected the demon wolf's body, and then threw it to Augustus. The meaning is very clear, let Augustus roast wolf meat. Augustus was silent. He is also very skillful in using a few branches to put the wolf meat piece by piece and roast it on the fire.

The two of them solved the dinner problem in silence and tacitly, but they couldn't sleep here. He was to travel with Augustus overnight to the city of Turan. Then he moved to the south of the empire. William knew in his heart that if he couldn't improve his strength as soon as possible, he would only have a tragic death.

Reha's words came to mind at this time: Fighting is the fastest way to improve strength. Now it is a troubled time, and there are endless wars. William, however, was not qualified to play a role in these plunders. He looked elsewhere. The northern part of the empire is the Grey Mist Wasteland, inhabited by barbarians and orcs. Although they are not very intelligent, they are strong individually. William wasn't sure what he could capture in a horde of barbarians or orcs. Besides, they are poor. What could it be? And to the south of the empire is the Warm Winter Plateau. There lived this dwarf.

"Dwarven slaves are in high demand right now. Well, if you're lucky enough to catch a dwarven craftsman, you'll be able to sell it for at least five hundred gold coins. William laughed.