However, when the four horsemen passed the foot of the hill, the gate of the castle opened, and a group of more than 100 horsemen rushed out of it—the training and movement of cavalry between cities was not a problem, but this group did not look like it, and the momentum of galloping down the mountain was extremely anxious. The dust and smoke agitated, almost covering the few people who were hiding on the side into natives, and the female knight couldn't help but curse loudly!

However, the dust and smoke in front of him dissipated, and the old knight's gaze immediately stopped for a moment at the person who was far away, and suddenly spoke: "Go, go and see what is going on." ”

"Teacher!"

"Forget it, there's no point, you didn't know him on the first day, when will he give up this opportunity?"

"When Mrs. Shi was glaring at him with that cauldron?"

"But now that Master Mother has been summoned to God's side, what method can we use to stop him?"

"No way ......"

"He does that a lot?"

"As long as it is a military operation, Mr. Oran will want to take a look and understand the combat effectiveness of soldiers everywhere, even if it is a few straw knights killing bandits...... Why are you here?"

The female knight turned her head, and then not only her eyes widened, but her red lips also widened...... Apparently forgetting that she was on a galloping horse at the moment, the dust immediately taught her a lesson, and she almost fell off her horse with a cough.

The female knight's gaffe was not an isolated one, and the other two knights were also staring back, watching the emaciated horse easily follow their semi-thoroughbred warhorse, running with ease—the speed difference between the horse and the horse should have been more than half, and that was a natural qualification decision. It is not possible to change even if the weight is different, as long as it does not exceed certain boundaries. The speed of the horse in the first few hourglass scales is independent of weight. But the horse, which had no blood, pedaled a leg a foot shorter than a war horse, but clinged to the figures of several knights. Not a foot falls.

What exactly is this magic for?

Confirming the magic fluctuations on the horse was not an easy task for several knights, so the awkward silence lasted until they caught up with the old knight again, and it was generally certain that the horse had no magic on it. And the doubts have not diminished, but have become more numerous.

Is it the legendary clumsy but gifted mutant horse? Or is it some kind of subtle spell? Is this guy the lucky one who is shrouded by the goddess Temorrah, or is it the hidden son of a nobleman?

It doesn't seem right......

Fortunately, they had galloped for less than half an hourglass, and the noise ahead made them temporarily put aside this difficult to answer thought...... The old knight rode his horse and stood quietly on a small ramp, watching the messy battlefield below.

In fact, it is not a battlefield, although there are already quite a few dead.

In the middle of the main road. Several wagons carrying goods formed a large circle, the horses had been unloaded, and around a box carriage inside, more than a dozen ragged corpses were crawling around, and blood stains were all over the ground. In the middle of the car, more than a dozen guys in groom robes, each armed with a weapon, guarded a group of bandits outside.

It is said that it is a bandit, but in fact, there is not much threat...... At any rate, there were no more than fifty people, and the tattered clothes on their bodies could barely be called 'armor', but they were really nothing more than linen cloth tied with planks and pieces of iron. The weapons in his hands were pitchforks and flails, and the few swords and axes were inevitably rusted and mottled, not to mention the mounts, whose swarthy and emaciated bodies from lack of food looked like they could not be chopped with knives and axes. A gust of wind can blow a knife - which is naturally an important reason why the merchants were able to support the arrival of reinforcements.

"Spare your life, spare your life...... I'm not a robber, I was just caught by them......"

"Knights, spare your lives...... We don't want to rob either. But the two Counts fought a territorial war, and our harvest was ruined. No way ......"

"We still have old people and children at home, waiting for dinner......"

More than a hundred cavalry swarmed in. It formed the outermost layer of this mess, and the wooden pole riding spear was already a powerful killing weapon for the tattered rotor of the 'bandits', so these unlucky guys had collapsed in the blink of an eye, and dozens of the outermost ones threw down the tattered weapons in their hands and fell to their knees, crying and begging for mercy like hundreds of hornets.

The so-called territorial wars were certainly not a great battle for conquering cities, but disputes between local nobles - the lords of the countryside were not as graceful as those of the great nobles, and it was not uncommon for them to gather their knights and private soldiers in a large-scale private fight, even the laws of the empire allowed it—but they were required to be carried out within a demarcated area and according to strict restrictions.

This was undoubtedly a good strategy, and when nothing of war could add glory to the knights and soldiers, there was something else to satisfy their pursuit of glory. It was only for the commoners that such an encounter was almost equivalent to a natural disaster - the nobles did not care if fields, farms, or even some hapless villages were included in the battlefield. But at the turn of summer and autumn, replanting is simply impossible, losing the food that is about to be harvested, in addition to being a robber to fight to the death, they have only a way out of collective suicide, how to choose naturally is a matter of course.

"A bunch of unlucky farmers? The gray-haired young man glanced at the situation in front of him and chuckled: "Where did this novice merchant come from? ”

"Coward!" the female knight sneered, "How terrible are dozens of robbers......?"

Her voice paused halfway, and suddenly understood what the other party meant...... Of course, there was nothing to be afraid of those robbers, and they were no different from disarming, but what the gray-haired fellow meant by that seemed to be in other danger?

"You mean, these city guards ......?"

"These city guards are not here to rescue, they are here to take advantage of the fire to loot. Those farmer robbers. It's just a 'reason', and what they're going to do is probably kill these bandits and businessmen together. Otherwise. A single charge can take out these bandits, there is no need to make an encirclement at all. This is the intention to catch all of them and leave nothing behind......"

The old knight spoke slowly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the knight's sword: "I thought they were just blackmail at most, but I didn't expect that they were really going to do it." Kids, I'm so sorry to get you involved. ”

The gray-haired young man smiled silently, but did not turn his horse away.

Because it was a little late to escape.

"What are you guys doing? Why are you here? We suspect you have something to do with this robbery, so we threw down our weapons and dismounted. Come back to the city with us for interrogation!"

The soldiers who were originally cruising on the outside of the encirclement reacted quickly, and in a few words they had approached the ramp, and after making sure that the four horses in front of them did not have any family emblems on them, they immediately became murderous, and the series of questions that were used as painting skin were not over, and they had already raised the crossbow machine in their hands. The ban on crossbows on the continent has been issued for thousands of years, and even light crossbows are forbidden items in most places, and regular city guards are no exception, although this kind of weapon is lethal to enemies below the rank of mid-level knights, and each large and medium-sized city will be prepared. But unless it comes to a tense moment such as being besieged, it will not be lightly handed over to the soldiers with equipment.

It is precisely because of this that these obviously incompetent guys in front of them are so fearless - the crossbows in their hands are not those who are lying on their stomachs, even if the opponent's ability is beyond them, in the threat of a dozen bows and crossbows. I also had to be obedient.

"Be honest, don't try to play any tricks, see clearly. We've got the finest crossbow and steel arm from Burgundy, the city of magic. Even if you're wearing armor, you can still pierce ......" The leader was triumphant. Then I was pleasantly surprised: "Hey, you're still a female knight, and you're having fun......

The end of the word turned into a half-hoarse chirp, for the knight threw a small knife into his throat with a flick of her hand, and made him fall from his horse with a flutter. The twitching corpse made the gray-haired young man raise an eyebrow.

It's the first time I've seen a knight who is good at using throwing knives.

In fact, it is not an ordinary throwing knife, it is more realistic to say that it is some kind of deformed flying axe, the semi-circular blade is a palm wide, but after throwing, as soon as she retracts it, the weapon that pierced the enemy's throat is returned to her hand, and then she raises her hand, and then collects it...... In an instant, two more unlucky people fell from their horses, blood splattering.

At this time, the remaining ten unlucky people finally understood what was happening, but at this time, the three people on the other side had already clamped the belly of the horse, the long sword in their hands was like a rainbow, and the neighing of the war horse was three more people who were either pierced through the heart or cut their throats, and skillfully used the dead corpse as a shield, and the crossbow arrows shot by several city guards in a hurry missed their heads, either piercing the unlucky companions, or flying by the armor of several people, except for piercing the robe of a knight. Heavy bows and crossbows are powerful, but they are more difficult to load, and once they have fired, they are wasted, and by the time they try to draw their swords, the enemy's horses have already swooped into their companions, making it even more difficult to use the rat thrower. As a result, in this brief hesitation, only three of the dozen knights remained. By the time they were screaming and screaming, it was too late to escape.

In the blink of an eye, life and death are clear.

The gray-haired young man was silent, the combat effectiveness of the knights in front of him was a little unexpected to him, although the three young men were only at the level of intermediate knights in terms of strength, but against opponents with bows and crossbows within this distance, in fact, the experience of the battle was far more important than the strength, the reaction speed of these people and the control of the horses were first-class, especially the attack method was clean and neat, extremely efficient, the blade was either in the throat or straight to the chest, obviously designed for battlefield fighting, it is estimated that even if the female knight does not have magic weapons to help, it is estimated that these dozen people will not be able to hurt the three of them。

Such a knight is not an exaggeration to say that he is a Jin Jinhua Praetorian Guard, right?

This groan seemed to the knights to be no different from frightening, and the young men each let out a few sneers before leaving the poor 'commoner' alone.

The enemy on the other side of the mountain pack did not react, not that they were unalert, but that they did not have time at all—their attack had already begun, and a group of unlucky 'bandits' had been largely slaughtered. Eighty or so horsemen began to storm the formation around the bend. Although the bodyguards and coachmen of those caravans also had a lot of weapons, the steel-armed crossbows in their opponents were extremely powerful. The walls of the carriage were torn in half like sheepskin, and the people behind them were almost unavoidable. The few longbows they had used to deal with the robbers could barely hit the soldiers on horseback, so that in a matter of moments, only a few men remained in the convoy of twenty or so men, and the situation was precarious.

"Teacher, what should I do?"

"Of course you can't keep this kind of bastard, but ...... Now we can only disperse them. ”

The old knight hesitated slightly, but the answer was as simple as 'let's go' or something.

It was simple, indeed—for the knightess casually drew a wand from the wrap around her waist—a slender grip of ebony, on which a bright ruby was set. With a finger in his hand, a little red light had already exploded in those city guards!

People turn on their backs.

The original heroic gallop turned into a charge towards death, and the dark red flames ignited a qiē within twenty feet around him, and a few unlucky people who took the lead in the charge instantly became 'Scarlet Knights' with people and horses, and the twenty or so untrained horses around him were even more chaotic in an instant! For low-level knights, magic is equivalent to a god, even if there are more of them, it is in vain, so wait until the second and third fireballs explode among them. Without hesitation, all the riders scattered and fled, leaving only two dozen unfortunate men who had been burned by the flames to fall under their horses, struggling like flies. Eventually, it will turn into a mass of coke.

The wind blew the scorching stench over the hill, and the knight frowned and twisted her head to the side. But I just happened to notice the sneaky figure of the gray-haired boy—who was wrapping the hapless bastard's crossbow into two large bags in a cloak and hanging it behind the saddle. After thinking about it, he picked up several knights' swords. It's all hanging around the waist, and the nondescript appearance makes people feel gimmicky.

Seeing the female knight's gaze, he smiled slightly, looking strange, so he suddenly exchanged two big eyes. And this behavior also made the old knight frown, and he couldn't help but remind, "Although that kind of thing is worth a few gold coins, it can't enter Kendem Rose." ”

But the young man smiled even more cheerfully: "With your help, at least it shouldn't be difficult?"

The old knight snorted, and did not speak again, but led the group down the ramp, joined the caravan with only five or six men left, and went all the way forward.

The owner of the caravan is a middle-aged businessman, who originally came from a situation where he was bound to die but escaped death, so he was naturally grateful to these knights, but after taking out a bag of dozens of gold coins and being indifferently rejected by the old knight, he could only start to act with the convoy.

However, soon after the road, the female knight left her teacher, and urged the horse to the gray-haired boy with a fierce momentum, and snorted coldly with a frosty face: "When you get to Kendem Rose, get out of the way you give me, and if you dare to follow us and blend in, I will burn you into a roast pig, do you hear!"

The young man blinked, and the look of his inaudible expression made the anger in the female knight's heart double the rage!

When he passed by by the wrong horse, the two young knights who followed the female knight looked at the gray-haired boy with a little less hostility...... It's not that the so-called friendship has been cultivated in battle, it's just that this guy died by himself, and now whether it is a female knight or an old knight, it is obvious that he has no good feelings for this guy who appears halfway, and there is less possibility of competition, and they naturally have no hostile interest.

So the road was peaceful, but after two more hourglasses, the group had entered the city of West Kendemros.

The four buildings of Kendrumros are almost identical, all of them are built on two mountains with three heavy towers, and the city's dwelling place is behind the three walls, and beyond that there are the fields and hills of the Horse Plain River, and there are no other walls) - behind the four high walls of Kendrumroth, which overflows with traces of time, is the seat of Illyria, and the walls of Illyria are actually the inner city of the king.

The four knights separated from the caravan before crossing the city gate, and did not wait in line slowly at the city gate, but directly entered the city through the corner gate reserved for soldiers, and passed through the streets and alleys behind it, at the end of a slightly deserted path, there were already more than ten heavily armed knights waiting on the side of the road, seeing them coming, the leading heavily armed knight bent down on the horse to salute, and when he raised his body, he just showed the huge golden flower badge on his chest.

The petals are golden, and the pattern is covered with three layers, which is the style of the high-rise Knight of the Golden Flower.

He raised his head, but there was a little more doubt in his voice, "I heard that how many people in the group are four?" he asked carefully, so that the four of them couldn't help but be slightly surprised?

Then when he turned his head, he happened to see twenty or thirty paces behind the people, a tame horse slowly pacing, behind the saddle hung two huge burdens, and riding on it, smiling, hanging a few knight's swords, who is not the nasty gray hair with a thief on his face......?