A bonfire of greenskinned corpses burned high in front of the castle gates, the scorching light of the flames shining on their faces.

With the complex aroma of bones mixed with wine, it is also destined to be a duel with no less style.

Bair raised the blade of his sword and played with the training wooden sword.

"Ladies first, you attack first."

Nork. Nord's blood was strong, and he couldn't see the tongue on the other side, so he drew his sword and stabbed him.

But the stab is fake, and it is really a left diagonal slash, trying to abolish Byer's defense and make his arm lose his strength.

Bair was not weak, on the contrary, in Bretonnia, where force was worshipped, every nobleman's son had to learn a certain martial art.

Beyer's original body doesn't take part in chivalrous knightly trips, more because of his mother...

In a moment, the wooden swords intersected with a sharp sound.

A huge cheer rang out, it was the exclamation of countless militiamen, their battle was nothing more than stabbing, slashing, and then dodging, in their eyes, a feint confrontation was extremely exciting.

"You're in such a hurry."

Baier looked at the blade he was holding, his feints were too early, and he didn't have a lot of combat experience.

It's enough to deal with Greenskin, but it's a lot worse for him.

And this guy seems to be a bit left-handed.

The blade of the sword is retracted, and the light of the fire makes it easy for the enemy to see each other clearly.

Because he was wearing plate armor on the opposite side, and the soft tissues of his body were still covered with armor, he wiped the blood off it with his hands, and relied on the reflection of the armor on the green-skinned flames to stimulate Byer's eyes.

A little clever!

But many times the battle does not rely on eyesight, but instinct, and not being able to see the enemy clearly does not mean that you will really become weaker, but that cowardice will become weaker.

He fiddled with his armor, definitely in a reflex position, and Baier seized on it and stabbed him in the shoulder.

The clear sound was the sound of the training uniform and the wooden sword coming into contact, and a moment later it was the incredulous face of the young knight in the firelight.

"I..."

Before he could react, the Lord of Entrat shouted.

"Byer. Door. Baie hits the shoulder! ”

Just like a child's game, he can no longer use his left arm, but can only switch his sword to his right hand.

He couldn't believe that the person who was hiding behind the crowd and commanding, a man about the same age as his brother, was so powerful.

The swordsmanship he practiced hard seemed to be a naughty boy from a peasant on the side of the road.

Seeing the change in his complexion, Baier was already in control of his victory.

Fighting is not about technology, but about mentality, and without the will to fight, without the heart to win, he cannot win.

When he takes the initiative, he has already lost his rhythm.

The two older people who were there in particular were well aware.

Sir Flender and Mill. Mr. Hogg couldn't help but nod faintly at Bayer's grasp of the battle situation.

Bayer saw that the time was ripe, and Dirk was missing a left-handed sword. Nord has been unable to organize an effective attack.

Stab him in the left with a sword first!

The knight didn't react, there was no such thing in his dictionary as a duel and attacking wounds!

He subconsciously ignored the possibility that the opposite side would attack his left hand, resulting in another stab.

Then the bayonet continued, and the force broke through the opposing stance, stabbing him in the chest again.

As his body stepped back, he stepped forward.

Then turn to the right and left, strike two swords in a row, and then "cut off" his arm.

After a few moments, Bair gathered his sword and bowed away.

The people watching in front of the door all gave a huge cheer, it was really a wonderful combo!

At this moment, under the light of the flames composed of green skins, in the atmosphere brought by the duel, everyone with wine, bread, and barbecue gathered happily.

The poet and the playmaker sang Beyer's generosity and bravery for the masses.

Lords, knights, retinues and peasants all have their own wine glasses at this moment.

The knight looked at the situation for a moment, then immediately grabbed Byer's arm.

Bair asked, turning his head.

"What's the matter, Mr. Emmental?"

Nork. Nord had goosebumps crawling all over his body in an instant, and he completely lost no matter what, mentality, body, and martial arts, he was defeated.

"I lost... Thank you for the advice! ”

And at the moment Mill. Master Hogg asked Flender stealthily.

"How is Mother Ling's doing?"

Flender understood.

"Yes, my lord, she is a nobleman of the empire, and she is by no means a mountain villager, but she contracted lung disease, coughed a lot, and finally left a year ago."

"The last will is to tell the young master to do as he pleases, which is the right way."

Mill. Hogg nodded repeatedly, took out a gold coin, and handed it to Flender.

"Count me as an apology for taking the liberty of the question, and take it, loyal sir."

Flender's face flushed, but thinking of what his young lord had eaten at the banquet, he still took the currency with the lord's head tattooed.

Then when Flender left, Mir. Mr. Hogg made an OK gesture to the window on the castle floor...

Bair took out the sandwich he had made and continued to taste it, and he sat in the militia like a soldier leader, not a lord.

At this moment, the soldiers he led came and said with adoration and gratitude.

"Your Excellency, you are truly brave and unparalleled in the world."

Bair swallowed the bread. "Yes, you are the one who struck the greenskins, and you are the one who protects the castle, and I am just working together."

The soldier licked the corners of his mouth, as a peasant, he had no education, and he choked up for a moment and didn't know how to continue.

And Bair saw Mir behind him. Mr. Hogg waved him over.

"Leave for a while and remember to enjoy." Bair patted the soldier on the shoulder and walked towards Lord Mir's room.

When Beyer went into the room, where candles were lit and illuminated the little room, the living room of the castle, he chose a chair and sat down opposite Mr. Mill.

Mir's expression was serious, as if the wine he had just drunk was a fake, and he said in a clear voice.

"I just made up my mind, our two realms are very close, and I can't continue to be a lord."

"I'm weaker than the lords of my time, and I won't chase the Way of the Holy Grail, but there's one thing I can't let go."

"That's the territory, and—" He was silent for a moment, and continued.

"I want Shetling and Fort Entrat to form a federation!"

Bayer thought that the federation represented revenue sharing, and in this world it represented family relationships, that is...

He's going to talk to Mir. Mr. Hogg becomes a family!?

Bayer was about to shake his head immediately, he was just here to make money, not to be your son.

Bair immediately got up and prepared to leave.

And then Mir. Mr. Hogg clapped his hands.

"Let me introduce you, this is my daughter, Ellie. Hogg. ”

"If nothing else, the alliance is formed, she will be your fiancée!"

A young girl walks down from the second floor.

I saw that she was fair-skinned, with blonde hair falling down and draped over her shoulders, and her figure was both plump and concave.

She is as beautiful as the elves described in The Lord of the Rings, and her hair is draped in a pale golden cloak.

She pulled up her dress and bowed.

"Door. Good evening, Lord Bye, and please advise me in the future. ”

She looked up and smiled sweetly, like a freshly brewed ale that made people excited, and her cheeks were red.

And then Mir. Mr. Hogg turned his head to look at Byer, only to find that Byer had stopped in front of him in a half-up position...

"What's wrong?" Mr. Mill asked.

Bair said right away.

"It's okay, father-in-law, when are we going to sign the alliance deed?"