The Witcher: From the Academy of Knights

Clang!

Orens grinned grimly, holding the cross sword with both hands, and swung it like a battle axe. Phils' face changed slightly, but he could only block it with his sword.

The collision between the blades made a fierce sound.

"Is this the only thing you can do? Phils!"

Orens laughed wildly, raised his foot suddenly, and kicked Phils flying.

Bang!
Under the tyrannical force of the great knight, Phils flew upside down a few meters away, and when he landed on the ground, he almost made a deep hole.

"Cough cough!"

Phils got up from the ground, his face extremely gloomy.

At this moment, he is sure that he is not Orens' opponent.

Continue to fight, the only thing waiting for Phils is failure!

On the spot, Phils' eyes flickered.

On the other side, Orens's pace quickened, his figure was like a ghost, and he came to Phils almost instantly.

However, at this moment.

Fiers raised his hand suddenly, and a silver-white ring at the fingertips burst out with dazzling light in an instant, as if stopping the surrounding space.

Orens' pupils shrank, and the expression on his face seemed to freeze for a moment.

"die!!"

Phils let out a low growl, stabbing out the long sword in his hand as if with all his strength.

The cross sword entwined with crimson energy seemed to be able to pierce steel, as if it could penetrate Orens' body in the next moment.

A trace of coldness flashed in Phils' eyes.

Ding!
But at this moment, in front of Orens, an invisible dark shield suddenly appeared, blocking Phils' attack.

Just a moment.

Orens had regained control of his body. He saw the timing, held the cross sword in both hands, and slashed at Phils in front of him.

laugh! !

Following the swing of the cross sword, it was as if a cloud of blood had exploded on Phils's chest, and the aged lion of the western region let out a muffled grunt.

Immediately afterwards, like a dying old man, Phils stepped back one after another.

Falling to the ground, Phils clutched his chest.

"You have violated the honor of knighthood!"

Resentment flashed in his eyes, but he looked towards Sauron in the distance. Without the intervention of the other party, he might have killed Orens by now.

"Using supernatural items is not a knight's glory!"

Sauron said expressionlessly.

There was a throbbing flash in Orens' eyes. Just a moment ago, he did feel the shadow of death, which seemed to have enveloped his head.

"The power of a wizard?"

Orens muttered to himself, but a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

In his cognition, Phils is not a wizard.

However, the opponent's method just now belongs to the category of extraordinary.

"Kill me, Orens."

On the ground, a sad smile appeared on Phils's face, and he said quietly: "It seems that my era is over!"

After all, Phils slowly closed his eyes.

Orens didn't talk nonsense, he stepped forward and killed him completely with his sword.

With the death of Phils, the war is gradually coming to an end.

……

The sky in the distance is slightly white, and the brilliance of dawn spreads to the earth.

In the new calendar year 827, the hot season, the end of June.

The moment the army led by the great knight Orens broke through the gate of Stormwind City, the half-year-long war in the western region finally came to an end.

With the death of Phils, the cities in the western region were defeated.

Stormwind, the castle.

In Nuo Da's hall, Orens sat on the chair belonging to the Duke of the West, looking at the kneeling lords of the West in front of him, with a look of high spirits on his face.

"From today onwards, I am the Lord of the Western Territory!"

Orens' eyes flickered, and beside him, the bachelor Frost also had an excited expression on his face.

Since Phils' death, Orens has been unstoppable in the western region. In just over a month, he has completed the unification of the western region.

Princess Histor, who was far away in the peak mountain gorge, immediately appointed Orens as the Duke of the West Region in the name of Queen Tal after learning the news of Orens' victory.

Since then, the Western Territory has changed hands!
And the Western Territory, which has experienced a brutal war, is now also seriously injured. In the entire thirteen cities of the Western Territory, there are actually less than [-] soldiers that can fight.

Therefore, facing Hester's request for troops, Orens felt very embarrassed.

It stands to reason that Hester had given him a lot of help in order to become the Lord of the Western Territory, and Orens shouldn't refuse the other party's request now.

However, the current situation in the western border is really difficult.

The successive wars caused the order of the entire western border to collapse. Although Fels died, there are still many people in the western border who are unwilling to submit to Orens.

Facing such a western border, Orens also needs some time to stabilize everything.

"Has Sauron not come back yet?"

After the lords of the Western Territory below expressed their loyalty to him one by one, Orens nodded slightly, and then looked at Bachelor Frost next to him.

"Yes, Duke Orens."

Frost pondered for a moment, and said, "Master Sauron has not contacted us for five days since the last time."

"However, he sent Lal to Stormwind City and took away many blood crystals!"

Orens frowned.

Afterwards, he shook his head. Ever since he knew the identity of the wizard Sauron, Orens knew less and less about his only son.

However, he didn't care too much.

With Sauron's current strength, even if he is not necessarily an opponent, so the opponent is in the western region, but there is no danger.

"there's one more thing."

At this time, Frost spoke again, and pondered: "I must remind you that His Majesty's envoy has urged us for the third time."

"You have to think about sending troops to Fengshan Canyon."

Hearing Frost's words, Orens had a headache.

It's not that he doesn't want to support Histor, it's that he has more energy than he wants, and the current situation in the Western Territory also requires a stable army.

"Send two thousand soldiers to Fengshan Canyon first."

Orens rubbed his forehead, waved his hand and said, "Tell Hist's envoy that I firmly support His Majesty as Queen of the Principality of Tal."

"It's just that in today's western region, it is really impossible to allocate too many troops."

"His Majesty Histor, please give me some time. When the situation stabilizes, I will personally lead the army and help her win the battle for the throne!"

"Yes, Lord Duke."

Frost nodded, then turned and left, conveying his meaning to the messenger.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the high tower located in the valley in the west, Sauron looked at the mirror in front of him, and a thoughtful gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Did you escape?"

A thought flashed across Sauron's eyes, and he raised his hand to stroke the crack on the surface of the mirror, thoughts flickering in his mind.

Normaros had been killed, and the tower he left behind was quickly found by Sauron. As a quasi-witch, Sauron did not leave much wealth behind. (end of this chapter)