"You guys shout for me again, saying that you want to fight alone with a sword, doesn't the White Eagle Lord like to fight against people (wedding competitions)?"

Marcus said in pain, his teeth almost crushed.

"Your Excellency!"

"Say!"

As a result, the voices of three pro-soldiers came from this large grassy forest, intermittently.

To the effect that I, Marcus Milo, am willing to have a duel with His Excellency Oran between "real men", without any help, and all the glory of life and death be to the Lord.

The matter of "wedding jousting" has been spread to the north and south by correspondence between merchants, border knights, local clergy and clergy from other regions.

To the north, it spread to the Viking settlement of Danfa, and after a while, it will enter the Pickett (Scotland) region, so that this group of northerners will have a great interest in this "white eagle lord" who married the daughter of his royal family.

To the south, it has already reached the ears of the "Hundred Flowers" and "Wild Boars" who are on the border of evil, and even in two days, the "Wales" region, which is under fierce attack by Wessex, will hear about it.

Oran is portrayed as a terrifying demon who allows his men to go on a killing spree in churches, slaying the red-haired knights who are valiantly chasing their love.

In the Middle Ages, there was no tool for the monarch to "refute rumors", if it was not your own territorial jurisdiction, once the rumors spread, coupled with the promotion of well-intentioned people, it would be a situation that would last for several years or even more than a decade.

Oran's rumors of martial arts, when the impact was the most intense, one sentence was enough to describe,

"Your notoriety is known to everyone from Ireland to the Franks."

……

Real men?

Orlan disdained, urinating on his own, just moving his mouth, a word can make these three hundred subordinates kneel and bow their heads.

With power, this is a real man!

Marcus was expecting Orlan's head to be hot in response, but no one paid attention to him.

"Your Excellency, you go...... Fuck you, a rat hiding in the grass, and deserve to fight you with a sword. ”

The first minister, Rade, said that halfway through, he was finally on the wrong path and pulled back in time.

Shout!

Six or seven more cold arrows were fired into the meadows, and one nearly hit Marcus.

I can't help it......

"I repent!"

Marcus, who "restrained, flexible, can survive", responded with a voice again.

He also picked up a war bow from the corpse of the soldier who had fallen earlier, and pulled out the bow and arrow inserted into the soldier's body, followed the three soldiers, and slowly walked out.

There will be times when people are dominated by anger, and he sees so many of his men die, and he forgets the last time he holds a sword and desperately thinks about it.

He wants to kill Oran!

"The distance is more than a hundred meters, no matter how fast I am, I can't rush over in an instant, and there must be someone at the outpost above, I only have a chance to shoot an arrow......"

That's what he was calculating.

The hardships of life on the border have made Marcus physically strong, and as long as he doesn't show a painful look, no one will feel that he is seriously injured.

When he walked out in black leather armor, without a helmet and without a sword drawn from his waist, but with a bow, no one thought that he was still thinking about shooting Orlan!

Ninety-five meters away.

"Stop!" Ladd shouted.

Ninety meters away.

"Didn't you hear you stop?" Ladd shouted again, "Lay down your arms." ”

The three pro-soldiers are threatened by Marcus and must advance.

"Don't go, you know what will happen to my sword, at this distance, I will kill you two at least with one sword!"

Marcus forced his soldiers to keep walking.

Eighty meters away.

The archers on the watchtower prepare to pull the bowstring.

"Hurry up, or a sword will break you at the waist!"

After saying this, Marcus felt pain all over his body, and he was about to pee!

Marcus is the leader of the three pro-soldiers, and they know how strong they are, although they know that Marcus is injured, they have a natural fear of him.

But looking at the past in front of them, the white eagle soldiers who were full of fierce gods and evil, and the archers on the outpost were also ready to shoot at themselves, and the spirits of the three of them were already scared to the critical point!

Dawn Excalibur walked slowly, and Nanding remembered that day...... Today I want to return the color.

Nanding took the initiative to block in front of Orlan, and his nearly two-meter body completely blocked Oran, even if Marcus shot an arrow now, it would be difficult to shoot Oran.

Nanding was ready to leave a "Blood Cross" sword mark on Marcus's body.

Oran said under Nanding's protection, "I'd love to see how fast, faster than my bow and arrows?"

With that, the archers were ready to go.

At this time, Orlan completely saw the appearance of the "Dawn Excalibur".

The face is resolute, this is a mature look revealed by the wind and rain for a long time.

The hair is slightly longer and the facial features are tough.

Walking very slowly, it is estimated that he is injured, and the momentum he exudes is like a fierce wolf, a wounded wolf!

Thinking that this man was half Viking blood, Orlan was at the point where he wanted to accept it, but he was not at ease.

Orlan made a look - thirty meters!

This is the limit of what you can tolerate, if you don't stop putting down your weapons, then die!

When the distance comes to fifty meters......

Marcus couldn't walk, and wanted to bow directly, but the distance was too late, more than ten meters, he couldn't see Orlan's figure clearly, and until now, he didn't see Orlan's appearance clearly, so he could only judge from the voice and the direction of the team's guard.

"Get on your horse and rush over!"

Suddenly!

The sound of horses' hooves came to the ground, and three riders appeared ghostly from the trees behind the left side of the post, riding three horses.

One of them was a tall black war horse, a short-haired knight on it, she had a sword at her waist, a spur under her crotch, the war horse was in pain, and rushed over at high speed, and on the other side, she pulled out her short bow and shot at Orlan!

In such a state of high-speed movement, only the oriental nomad or the hunter who practiced archery since childhood, with the addition of luck, can succeed.

It's Pol!

She took with her two apprentice knights who had been saved by Marcus,

There are always people in the world who think they are unique and can build great feats, but they are often just stepping stones.

Bol kills Orlan to get the dream of "everything", and successfully attracts (tricks) these two people to join.

The trio rode the castle horses here.

Pol relied on the days of studying art at the border, and was familiar with the terrain, walked to another unattended place, and approached with his horse just now, and when he was under Orlan in front, the three of them directly got on their horses and rushed over, which was unexpected.

They pretended to rush to Oran.

The voice of "protect Your Excellency" rang out, Orlan quickly retreated, and the soldiers around him stepped forward to resist it, forming a shield wall, and between the shield walls, several spears pierced out.

The three riders suddenly turned and rushed to Marcus's side.

The scene became chaotic, the three soldiers who were threatened by Marcus ran away in different directions, attracting the fire of the outpost above, and the three of them were lucky to dodge the first wave of attacks, but Oran's soldiers immediately stepped forward and stretched out their spears to stab these three people!

The brief moment of chaos made Marcus grasp the life-saving straw, and this war horse himself recognized as the most fierce horse in the castle - the favorite horse of the previous baron!

Since the death of her previous master, Madame Rowling has given her horse to her sister Pol.

The Boer people were ambitious, ate and lived together, suppressed this horse, practiced day and night, and finally became her favorite horse.

She rode it when she came to the outpost to learn the arts, and Marcus trained it a few times.

Pol snorted, causing the horse to rush to Marcus and stop, moving quickly, Pol took Marcus's hand, neighed and exerted force, while grabbing the reins of the horse, making Marcus jump hard.

"Let's go!"

At this moment, cold arrows flew from the watchtower above, but only swept the tail of the extremely fast Humvee and the other two riders.

Seeing that Marcus was surrounded, but penetrated into the grass and disappeared without a trace.

"Can this go?!" Ladd scolded.

"In the face of danger, and with good luck, bring him back, kneel before me, and beg my forgiveness."

Oran said expressionlessly.

However, Kunsang saw Orlan touch the lord's "power ring" a few times, and he understood that Your Excellency was angry!

This action indicates that the noble power is dirty with the dust of the lowly and needs to be decontaminated.

And the two riders who rushed into the battle formation just now were unlucky, they were picked off by spears and bows and arrows, one vomited blood and died, his horse was also injured and his leg was broken, and the other horse was not injured and was immediately requisitioned into the ranks.

"Didn't you assure Your Excellency that the surrounding area has been controlled, why do you still let people break in!" Kunsang was accusatory.

Ladd regretted it, he thought that no one would show up again, so just now he asked the thirty people who were guarding the rear of Orlan (the private soldiers of his own territory) to all look forward and see how he cursed Marcus, but he didn't think about it, there were still variables!

Faced with Kunsang's questioning, Rade couldn't hold his face, walked over, and drew his weapon against the other rider who had been left behind.

"I surrender ......"

"Vote for your mother!"

Poof!

A sword pierced directly through the rider's heart.

Rad has never shown mercy to those who are weaker than himself.

Bullying the weak with the strong, flattering the lord - this is his way of knighthood!