The battle broke out suddenly, and the end was fleeting.

When three of Viscount Claude's most powerful knights were killed, they had lost the strength to resist Ronan.

The militia, which was already scattered and lacked command, witnessed the unattainable knight being shot with ease, like a hare hunted in the countryside.

At that moment, everyone lost the courage to resist, and they all dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands and begged.

Seeing this, Ronan naturally would not let his subordinates torture and kill.

He asked the knight squire who led the team to manage his team, and after collecting the opponent's weapons, he just watched the opponent.

Except for a few elites, the army of this era has no loyalty at all, and once the general or lord who leads him is killed, he may immediately cause a rout and choose to surrender.

After all, most of the soldiers were originally just serfs farming under the lords, who were forced to go on the battlefield after being forcibly drafted.

It's okay to fight a tailwind battle behind the knight, but once you fall into a headwind, you can only bear 20% of the battle damage if you die, and your morale is basically gone.

Loyalty is even more of a joke, and many people can't even recognize the name of their lord, and are completely pushed by the crowd.

Ignorant, when I woke up, I was surprised to find that I had actually gone to the battlefield.

Therefore, Ronan is not worried about these militia turmoil, and even as long as they stutter, they can immediately switch to his own subordinates.

Letting his soldiers clean up the battlefield, Ronan rode his horse closer to the opposing lord.

The carriage there had long been surrounded by Ed and his men.

Since he grew up in Triumph City, Ed also received a certain aristocratic education.

Therefore, in the face of the enemy nobles, before Ronan gave an order, he didn't do anything to him, just stared at him and asked him to unload his weapons.

Viscount Claude knew that the situation was gone, and he threw the long sword on his body to the ground with great interest.

When he saw Ronan coming on horseback, he looked at him with his head held high and his face unchanged, trying to save the last of his face.

In fact, he was really not too afraid, unlike the commoners who had to fight with their lives, the nobles had their own aristocratic battle etiquette.

Under normal circumstances, the winner does not kill the loser.

It's just that what worries him a little is that the cause of this battle is his own unsightly greed, which is a great blow to his reputation.

What's even more troublesome is that he may not find anyone to help him deliver the ransom.

However, the other party does not know his details.

Viscount Claude comforted himself that it was okay for him to bluff a baron.

But in the next second, his face changed drastically.

"Just cut it." Ronan glanced at him, not paying much attention.

It's not that he doesn't know the conventions of the nobility, if in normal times, in order to ensure his reputation among the nobility, he still has some scruples.

But don't look at what time it is.

The Black Death was rampant in the kingdom, and a large number of small and medium-sized nobles died of the disease.

Death and natural disasters don't recognize the rules of your nobility, and who can control Ronan when everyone is in danger.

Besides, in this remote area, as soon as the body of a person is lost, it will be taken away by a wild dog brown bear, who knows that he killed it.

Keeping people is just for that ransom, but after seeing more of these nobles who have taken refuge in Triumph City, Ronan has already refined a pair of fiery eyes.

At a glance, I could see that this was a poor bastard who couldn't squeeze oil and water, and all his belongings were in the back of these carriages.

Cutting down three knights from other people's houses is also a scourge to keep.

"Wait, wait!" Seeing that the knight in front of him had already raised his sword, Viscount Claude's face changed greatly.

Driven by the desire to survive, the mind is running at high speed.

He hurriedly spoke, "I'm still valuable!" I'm Lord of the Rhine! A treasure of the family! News from the border! The secret of the Kobo family! Also, there's ......"

The blade swung towards him, and Viscount Claude closed his eyes in despair, only to find that he had not felt the pain strike for a long time.

He opened his eyes and saw the blade that had stopped less than half an inch above his head, and exhaled deeply.

The nerves under the high tension were instantly relaxed, and the feeling of detachment from his whole body made him unable to control his body and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

On the other side, Ronan pondered the news that the other party had been forced out in the face of death.

Most of the treasures are bluffing, and he is not interested in the secrets of the Kobo family, but the situation on the other side of the border,

The Claude family's Rheinland is close to the border between the kingdom and the Northern Lion Principality, and judging from his situation, there is something wrong with the border?

"Very well, if you don't want to die, tell me everything you know." Ronan didn't specifically point to any issues.

Viscount Claude raised his head, glanced at him, and replied weakly:

"Yes, but you need to take me to the nearest city first, otherwise I won't say."

After thinking of something, he hurriedly added, "Also, don't try to force me with torture, the White Bear Breathing Method has the power to cut off your heart." ”

"The Claude family would rather die than be humiliated!"

Ronan didn't respond, it was impossible for him to change his itinerary for the sake of him alone, and commanded the knight squires beside him:

"Was there anyone else here in the carriage when you caught him?"

"My lord, there was a white-haired old man beside the other party at that time, who was watching behind."

"Bring him here."

Looking at the departing attendant, Viscount Claude's expression remained unchanged, "It's useless, that's my most loyal subordinate, and I won't say anything." ”

After a while, the white-haired old man who came to Ronan bowed to him and said respectfully: "This lord, I am Artur, you can also call me Old Motou." ”

He glanced at Viscount Claude and continued, "I have served the head of the Claude family of the Rhein Leader for three generations, and I have also served as the president of the Insel Waterway Business Association for quite some time, and I can answer any questions you may have. ”

Ronan looked at him with some surprise, and couldn't help but look back at Viscount Claude again, the meaning of the expression on his face was obvious.

This doesn't seem like what you said.

"Are you crazy!" Viscount Claude glared at Old Mo in disbelief, his expression far crazier than when he was defeated by Ronan.

"You're betraying! After death, you are destined to fall into the Infernal Hell and endure never-ending torment! ”

"No, Eli, it was you who abandoned the glory of the Claude family first." Old Mo's wrinkled old face was solemn, "In the face of the attacking 'lions', you chose to flee in fear, surrendered the Insel River, and let the Rhine Territory on the east bank become a hunting ground for lions, and countless people were slaughtered because of you, and from that moment on, you have lost the sacred reputation of the Claude family." ”

After seeing Viscount Claude turn his head with a pale face and actually choose to escape from the old man's sight, Ronan was a little puzzled.

Things didn't seem to be what he had thought.

He thought that Viscount Claude had fled the territory to escape the Black Death, and if so, he had no reason to wince.

In the face of invincible natural disasters, the strategic abandonment of territory is beyond reproach, which does not affect the glory pursued by the nobles.

Those who are spurned are cowards who flee in the face of the enemy's attack.

"Damnation awaits those who retreat! Eli, look up and look at the person standing in front of you, look at those noble eyes, don't you understand! ”

Old Mo Tou's tone was high-pitched, "The curse has come, and your fate has long been doomed!" ”

Ronan touched his bright purple eyes, and then he understood.

He also thought that he had finally opened the king eight qi of the traverser, so that the enemy's subordinates could bow down, and they relied on their own bloodline for a long time.