"The Assuna attack has been going on for three days now, and we have destroyed five of the rudimentary siege engines they made, but more enemies and more equipment have been transported here, this desolate place. Perhaps the Father of this world has forgotten us, and the casualties of the Knights of the Holy City are growing, and I have seen with my own eyes that laughing Puyol being pushed off the walls and then quietly dying. ”

Carefully resting the quill on the table, the baron straightened up and walked out of his room. There was an inexplicable smell in the air, perhaps a mixture of blood and sweat, or a mixture of souls and the living. Jean Jacques came in full gear, the tiredness on his face raising doubts that the gray-haired old knight would suddenly fall asleep the next second.

"It is impossible for the cavalry we sent to deliver the news to the Holy Citadel, the Asuna are good at tracking and hunting, and a few single messengers leaving the city are just sending them to death. The old knight said hoarsely, and he spat the ground, with a few faint streaks of blood in it. "Are you still thinking about breaking through? Without capable knights, how can Rothdorf defend, the enemy will not be able to attack this place for the time being. The baron replied.

"The cardinal's health is getting worse and worse. In Rothdorf, he has no effective treatment at all!Don't forget, if we don't come to Fort Clark suddenly, the ghost will know how far things will go!" The old knight's face was close to Lildra's ear, and the spit even flew to the baron's eyes, "We must break through, take the bishop, and surprise the Duke's Royal Highness, so that he has to accept the king's edict." The baron turned his face and looked the old knight in the eye: "And what about Rothdorf?

"Fuck Rothdorf, I just need the bishop, do you understand, bishop?" Jean Jacques pressed the baron against the wall, and the rough stone collided with his armor, making an ugly grinding sound, "Are you afraid of death? Are you afraid of leaving this stone coffin that gives you a sense of security? Your Excellency Baron Owen Lildra, the kingdom does not have so much time to waste, tonight, tonight we must break through!"

Leaving the baron silent, the old knight strode away without looking back, while the nearby soldiers exchanged bewilderment, wondering why the two skilled knights were arguing.

The baron looked up, the weather was supposed to be sunny. Now the clouds were low, darkening the entire sky. He wrapped his cloak tightly and climbed the hard wooden ladder to the city wall.

The wind on the walls of the city blew the banners of the knights of the Holy City, and several soldiers on the defence bowed their heads to the young knight. After returning the salute, the baron stepped past the respectful soldiers and watched as the Arsuna grew stronger.

For three days, tribes continued to join the besieging camps, and correspondingly, the enemy's internal strife increased. However, the incessant attacks still had a great impact on the knights defending the city, who were exhausted from fighting to deal with the attacking enemies in all directions.

Casualties, inevitably expanded. The Donald Knight's gadgets may have some effect, but with an army of nearly 10,000 men, Rothdorf seems destined to fall.

The baron began to try to keep a diary.

He didn't know what choice he had to make. Whether to wait for the ethereal reinforcements of the kingdom in Rothdorf, or to break through with Jean Jacques and fight for the last chance of life.

Fleeing on the pastures of a people on horseback, or fighting in a doomed fortress, the Baron did not want to make a choice from the bottom of his heart.

But he had to do that. He jerked his head back, no longer looking at the scenery outside the walls.

As night fell, the people in the fortress knew that some of the knights were going to escort the cardinal away from Rothdorf.

No one signed up, and the knights just stood silently, waiting for Jean Jacques and the commander of the castle to choose the most warlike knights.

Lildra was of course chosen, and the rooster rider stood behind him.

It's on the run. The rooster rider's voice was not loud or small, but it was enough for everyone present to hear it clearly. Jean Jacques paused, but he didn't scold, just casually continued to choose the knight.

The attendants stood blankly aside. Some of their masters, some abandoned them, and some would continue to join them on the battlefield in Rothdorf.

Baron Lildella saw his little squire, Rurik, staring at him with a blank eye. The baron knew that he could not take him with him, but would he just leave a young child here to die?

He couldn't hold back any longer, and under the surprised gazes of the rooster jockey and everyone, he strode up to Rurik. The knight Jean Jacques was about to stop his impulsive move when the baron spoke.

"Get on your knees!"

The little squire knelt down in confusion, and the baron jerked out his sharp knight's sword and rested it on his shoulder. The little squire understood something, and his body began to tremble violently, and the old knight stopped his steps and sighed slightly.

"Remember your oath, and in the name of the Father, have mercy on the weak, and in the righteousness of the Lord unto death!"

Rurik, the little squire, took a deep breath, and shouted with all his strength: "In the name of the father, have mercy on the weak, and in the righteousness of the Lord, unto death!"

His slightly shrill voice echoed in the hearts of everyone present, and the knight looked at him with satisfaction, and slapped him on the shoulder three times with his sword: "I, lord of the Bernard Valley, baron of the kingdom of Bamholm, Owen Rildra bestows the honor on the knight of Rurik Bedoya, God willing!"

Rurik, the former little squire, was a squire when he knelt, but he was already a knight when he got up.

"Mr. Rurik, congratulations. The commander of the castle walked over, and several knights behind him carried the armor and weapons of the previous fallen knights, "This is a relic belonging to the heroic spirits of the predecessors, I am in charge for the time being, give you their honor, don't let me down." ”

Rurik took over the heavy armor, tears streaming down his face, and the knights began to cheer, and the atmosphere of the freshly slaughtered was overwhelmed.

The sound of swords drawn continued, and more knights walked towards their squires. The commander of the castle patted the baron on the shoulder and sighed: "You will be a great general, you will be very good at inspiring our morale." ”

The baron looked at Rurik, who was crying with joy, and replied lightly: "No, I just want them to live." Leaving the surprised commander behind, the baron's last words came: "At least the infidels don't kill the knights casually." ”