Trained warriors are well aware of the difference between the advantages and disadvantages of various weapons.

In the case of the most widely used longsword on the West Coast, the ornate ornaments used as identity markers were usually found on the gauntlets, weight balls, and hilts, and the blades of the swords were not set unless the brains were burned out or they were just the decoration of the rich who loved vanity.

The specific shape of any weapon has a very specific purpose, with a sharper and thinner tip designed to pierce armor, and a rounded tip typically found on large two-handed swords with a slash as their primary attack.

The widened blade is designed to make the sword more durable, and the blood groove carved in the middle of the sword reduces the full weight of the weapon without losing strength, and also makes it easier for the user to draw it out of the enemy's body.

These specific details turned into a way for an experienced warrior to judge the opponent's main means of attack - and in the eyes of the 26-year-old Sivalier noble knight, the great sword in Henry's hand could be described as a complete monster.

That's not to say that it's overly capable in any way, on the contrary, every truly powerful weapon is an excellent and mature creation that balances its attributes.

Henry's broadsword has a medium-wide blade, a long hilt and weight ball, and the slightly narrower tip allows it to thrust effectively against armored enemies - even the weight of the greatsword alone is enough to cleave any opponent who is not plated.

"Why is it careless?" the Sivalier knight with a one-handed sword oozed a fine cold sweat on his forehead, and his habitual thinking made him sneer at Henry with a glance like other vulgar mercenaries before, and only then did he realize what a terrible weapon this great sword could be in the hands of an experienced warrior.

The knight gritted his teeth, the death of the careless sergeant was a strong warning to him, and he kept his distance in front of Henry, which made the sage's eyebrows furrowed.

Henry was not afraid of any brave enemy, on the contrary, this timid and cautious opponent gave him some headaches.

The slightest hint of wind and grass was like a frightened bird, and although it seemed a bit of a nest, it was just a testament to the knight's experience - the deadlock was broken in the next second, and the annoyance of the combined injuries and pain made Bjorn on one side make an impulsive and confused decision, and he frantically brandished the Danrasso battle axe and rushed out of the distance that Henry could cover.

"......," the sage's eyes twitched, but it was useless to say anything at the moment, and the berserker with incredible combat strength kicked a Sivalier sergeant to the ground of serious injury, but he also received a sword in his own arm. Once again, the elites of the Knights' Kingdom showed excellent qualities, and the two sergeants who were originally on Henry's side instantly rushed forward to form an encirclement of Björn, and the three sword and shield sergeants at the well behind them also seized this opportunity to attack the ladies and the horses.

Hit on both sides.

Henry was once again in a dilemma, Björn in front of him rushed forward, surrounded by layers of layers, and the few poorly armed women behind him were certainly no match for Sivalier's elite - he had no choice but to abandon one or the other.

"Ahhhh He turned and tried to rush in that direction, but the knight of Sivalier, who had been waiting for the sage to relax for a moment, did not miss this opportunity-

"Stampede-huh-" He sprinted short towards Henry's side, an angle that was the blind spot of the sage who turned. The chivalry was highly condensed and focused, but when he was halfway through, Henry glanced coldly at this side, and then made him stop embarrassedly, and decisively raised his sword.

A standard parry, as Henry's greatsword was strikingly sized, and the knight propped his other hand on the spine of the sword to increase his ability to withstand the impact.

His reaction was swift and decisive, and Henry's standard horizontal slash was almost as soon as the knight raised his sword.

Flashing and flickering, the knight of Sivalier thought about how to deal with the impact of the blow and then adjust his stance and regain his distance—he had thought carefully about almost all the problems, except for one thing that was wrong, one thing that would cost him his life.

That was the fact that the noble knight's sword, made of stainless steel, worth ten thousand dennos, was powerless to resist when it met Henry's Kramer.

"When—"

The steel blades that stood in the path of the greatsword twisted and deformed with a crisp thud and then broke in two, and the knight of Sivalier watched as his eyes widened as he cleaved his sword. The severe unreality slowed the flow of time, and the slowly but unstoppable beauty of the creature split the steel and the palm holding the spine of his sword, and then slashed his entire jaw out in the next second.

"Poof-sss

"Hurry up and help them!" the team leader shouted to Henry, who was slammed off his greatsword, who was outnumbered but barely able to hold on.

Not so on the other side.

"Ahh

"Boom!" Lysa slammed the shield with a thick piece of firewood to make the sergeant stumble, and then the lady in her twenties pulled Minna back with Mira, who was dizzy.

"Stop him. Eight to three, one of the Sivalier sergeants who had taken the time to look back in absolute superiority shouted, and the two turned towards Henry.

The sage was fast, he slowly raised his great sword as he ran, and then rushed straight to the side of the well, stomping heavily on the edge of the stone, and the whole person soared into the air.

"Bernte! Divos!" shouted his companion to warn the Sivalier sergeant to defend, but by the time he noticed Henry's attack, he hastily raised his shield.

"Snap-click-" The heavy sword with a large downward slash easily cut the metal edging of the wooden shield and then directly slashed to the position of the shield cap, blood surged, the sword and shield sergeant's expression distorted and he screamed in pain, his shield hand was almost cut off by Henry's sword, but he still did not flinch in this pain.

The crisp "click" sound was the result of the sergeant's whole body tilting the shield in a hurry, Henry's big sword was stuck on the shield and could not be pulled out, and the two sergeants next to him seized the precious opportunity of their companions to sacrifice their lives to create and rushed over with their shields on the left and right.

Without hesitation, the sage let go of his sword, and with a heavy kick to the left, the sergeant staggered, and then without looking at the whole man, he put his back on the shield behind him.

The sergeant on the right thought this was a great opportunity and raised his sword to stab at Henry, who was close at hand, but a tremendous force immediately came from his feet, causing the sergeant to fall directly to the ground and gnaw on a mouthful of mud.

Henry's expression was silent, and before the sergeant who had fallen to the ground could get up, he saw the sage raise his mud-stained boot and stomp heavily on his face.

"Noon, Noon, Noon!" he cried out, and after a dull "thump-", Henry stomped on him so hard that he was sure to die, and then he picked up the sergeant's one-handed sword, and turned his head back with a calm expression.

"Isbeth, de, Moensto. The two remaining Sivalier sergeants, looking grieved, gritted their teeth and cursed Henry for being a monster, to which the sage replied with a sting.

"Haaaa

A sword stab cut open the tendon of his arm, and then he just twisted his wrist and pulled back the one-handed sword, slicing his neck along the way.

Blood spurted wildly, and as the sergeant fell, Henry backhanded another sword and slashed open the mortally wounded sergeant's skull.

"Knock-" The weak body fell to the ground with a heavy weight, and the crisis was resolved, but on the other side, Bernie, they were already struggling to support it at the moment.

"Boom-click-click" Henry brutally drew his broadsword from his shield after throwing away his one-handed sword, he looked at Minna, who was covered in blood, and the blonde girl nodded to him with one eye closed to indicate that there was no problem. "Ahhhh

"Ahem—" The two sergeants, each with one arrow, fell to the ground at once, while Evan and Jericho, who had run through the door on horseback, quickly replenished two more arrows.

"Haaaa

The addition of reinforcements changed the situation, and the three Bernies, who had struggled to support themselves, fought back and soon routed the remaining Sivalier sergeants.

The two sword and shield men who were lured away were eventually killed by the siege, and the hard battle ended with victory on the mercenary side.

"Whew-" The blood-stained sword was plunged deep into the mud, and a dirty Bernie gasped for air.

Sivalier's elite sergeants fought to the last moment, and the trauma inflicted on the squad was not insignificant.

"Whew...... Hah, huh...... "Everyone except Henry sat on the dirt floor with a big grin, not caring about how dirty the blood-stained ground was, just trying to catch a breath.

"These ...... These guys"

"Probably the West Valiers sent a sentry here...... Vavasika was a military powerhouse, and they sent these men to keep an eye on them, so that they could inform the people at Fort Ellen if there was any disturbance. ”

Bernie took a few breaths to calm his breath and then said this, his judgment was in line with what Henry had thought before, but the mercenary team leader said this at the moment obviously so that Henry would not suspect that these people were aimed at them.

The sage was noncommittal, he just stood calmly and looked at the Miras on the other side.

"Anyway......" Bernie put down his sword and walked towards Henry, the sage turned back, and the blonde-haired squad leader held out a hand to him.

"Thank you, we probably wouldn't have made it through without you"

Kindly indicating that Henry had no reason to refuse, he took the big rough hand.

"Thank you for saving my daughter, thank you" Bernie said, "My friend"

"You're welcome," Henry smiled.

The smoke curled from the cooking, and after taking a short break to treat the injuries of their injured companions, they scavenged a lot of food supplies everywhere. The weapons and equipment of these Sivalier soldiers became trophies for the mercenaries, but to Rodney's disappointment, they did not store anything like plate armor in the hut in order to hide their identity, and the only weapons they carried were their usual weapons.

Broken swords and severed shields were placed beside the dead knights and sergeants, and the corpses lay neatly on the ground, along with Björn of his own.

This respect for the dead opponent further confirms Henry's speculation about Bernie's identity - it is polite for the average mercenary not to strip everything on the other party and sell it, and it is even more common for the corpse to vent its dissatisfaction.

It is one thing to leave the bodies in place without any cover or treatment, and the other reason is that West Coasters, who have not embraced the traditional beliefs of the White Church, prefer wild burial to burial and cremation.

This is the reason why human bones can often be found in the depths of the forests that stretch at the foot of the eastern side of the Tambur Mountains, where people on the west coast sink their bodies into the sea when they die, and those who release them into the wild in the forests and plains.

This tradition of returning to the land where they were born and nurtured may have some connection with the elves, and after the supplies were completed and the group said goodbye to their departed companions, the group set out on their journey again.