Knight with Wand

The hall, which had not been washed clean of blood, was once again splashed with scarlet.

The sound of the swords clashing echoed in the hall, along with the screams and curses of the dying.

The guard swung the steel knife that sealed his throat, splashing the cold red.

After all, they were just farmers who had worked hard in the fields. They had no numerical advantage. Even if they were wearing armor and had experienced one or two battles, how could they be the opponents of the guards who had practiced martial arts since childhood.

The boy with red eyes tried to protect his companion uncle who fell to the ground. Little Brandon screamed with fear, but his incomparable anger drove him to stab the guard who could not resist with a short blade.

The lord's guard raised the long sword that was still bloody, and his eyes under the mask were slightly hesitant.

While swinging it down, he moved his wrist, or turned to use the handle of the knife to knock the courageous boy to the side.

Looking at the boy who was screaming in pain and could not get up again, the guard did not continue.

The baron's order cannot be disobeyed. The child will surely die, but it is the same if someone else does it. There is no need to let the blood of a child stain his knife.

Not far away, Ivan, who was pressed to the ground by several soldiers, was glaring with anger. Shame and shame made him almost bite his teeth.

"Let me go! Lar, I promoted you to a sergeant, not to let you shame me! I order you to let me go immediately!" He roared and struggled hard.

The furious knight was still very powerful. If he was not seriously injured, how could a few people suppress the knight of the Order of Arms who could tear a tiger alive.

Sergeant Lar and the soldiers strangled the knight's body in a muffled voice, and they cried out in their hearts and mouths.

"Lord Ivan, the lord has ordered not to embarrass us."

How dare they let go? If they offended Knight Ivan today, the worst thing would be to be whipped and dismissed, but if they did not obey the baron's order, their fate would not be so simple.

Hearing the hoarse voice of another of his men holding his neck as he was dying, Ron, who was fighting desperately against two men, was distracted by the boy's scream.

".Kens! .Brandon!!" Ron made a slight mistake and was stabbed to the ground by the halberd of the lord's guards in an instant.

"——Ah!" Ivan was furious. He ignored the pain in his body, grabbed the lining of the sergeant's breastplate with his right hand, roared and threw it off, freeing his right arm.

With his body loosened, the knight took the opportunity to turn around and punch, knocking down a man on the left.

The left arm that was freed from the restraint took advantage of the situation and elbowed the soldier who was pressing on his back.

The remaining soldier who was pressing on his legs saw this and suddenly opened his mouth and screamed. As if kicked away by an invisible force, he stepped back and fell to the ground. He lay down and found a suitable posture, closed his eyes and dared not listen to the lord's family affairs anymore.

Ignoring the soldier who took the initiative to retreat, Ivan, who had broken free from his restraints, stood up, rushed into the crowd, knocked away a guard, and instantly drew his sword to pick up the spear that was stabbing at Ron.

He turned around hurriedly and blocked the fallen refugee leader with his sword.

Ron, who had a chance to breathe, had the opportunity to climb up with difficulty, dragging Brandon beside him and the last few surviving men who were deceived into the tower fortress, retreated to the side of the corridor and stood back to back.

Looking up at his companions who had fallen in a pool of blood and twitching, as well as the leaders of other refugee gangs and the Shatai soldiers who were gradually surrounding him, Ron smiled bitterly.

The guards surrounded him, and his team was probably still on the city wall at this moment, waiting for the good news of being classified as the territory's military and civilians.

This news. Maybe it's true.

But the leaders of their refugee team seemed not to be counted.

Unexpectedly, Baron Shatai ran back to the town at some point, and summoned himself and others into the fortress to discuss matters under the name of Ivan.

Shameless and insidious guy

Spitting sadly, Ron hugged the boy who was curled up in pain beside him.

If he died, he died. His life should have died long ago after his wife and children were killed, but this child was implicated by him.

The fat baron on the throne, his beard raised with the anger on his fat face, slapped the armrest and scolded his second son: "Only a few days? Are you crazy? For a few lowly mobs, you disobeyed your father, your monarch?"

Baron Shatai didn't understand what was wrong with this rebellious son. He had to stop him from killing the chicken to scare the monkey, especially the refugee leader who threatened him, who must die!

He didn't object to incorporating those thousands of untouchables. It happened that nearly half of the residents were killed or injured and needed to replenish the population. But if he didn't kill the leader and break up the formed foreign group before these thousands of people became a force, how much trouble would he have to add to these thousands of people in the future?

Ivan held the long knife tightly, breathing heavily like a bellows, and the wounds in his body that had not yet healed seemed to break again, but he had no intention of feeling the pain. His eyes, which seemed to be burning with fire, had never been like this before, despising and hating the face of his biological father.

"You are the one who is crazy, father. The untouchables you mentioned once stood on the city wall with me and faced death side by side. They defended the town with me and saved Shatai.

And you abandoned the territory, the people, my wife, my son, and my wife and children, just to transport even one more box of treasure in the cabin.

Today, you humiliated my reputation and killed these warriors who jointly defended the city of Shatai. I am ashamed of your meanness." Knight Ivan gnashed his teeth in shame and anger.

"You beast!!" Baron Shatai raised his eyebrows and was furious: "You have followed Baron Sefin for so many years, and you only learned to disobey your king and father?"

He found that this second son, who was sent to the family of an ally as a servant since childhood and received more than ten years of knight education, was really taught to be a fool.

Although he didn't like this often foolish and straightforward youngest son who contradicted him, he was still satisfied with his loyalty and bravery in the past.

A family member with a dull mind is very suitable for consolidating his own and his brother's future rule.

But now that he has made such a rebellious act, Baron Shatai cannot tolerate his authority being challenged in public, even by his own son!

Ivan was not ashamed of his father's questioning. Compared with the words and deeds of Baron Sefin, whom he once served, he hated this father who betrayed his family and people even more.

".Disobedience? No, I abandoned you to my father. You are not worthy of being the monarch I am loyal to." The knight's eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger at this moment.

Baron Shatai laughed in anger after hearing this, and said to his rebellious son: "You bastard, you betrayed your lord. I will deprive you of your title and territory now! You will be demoted to a criminal!"

"Just take the territory."

Ivan, who had realized his mistake, remained unmoved: "But my title was conferred by Lord Sefin. I did not violate the oath. Even if you are my father, you have no right to deprive me of it!"

Take a deep breath, the young knight raised his long sword to the baron's guards.

"I swear on my honor, I will use my life to fulfill my promise to the people behind me. If you want to kill them, you will step over my corpse today."

Ron covered his wound and looked at the back of the young knight guarding in front of him. He had thousands of words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start. Even the knight he had served had never treated him like this.

The lord's guards looked at each other with their weapons in hand. The expressions under the human masks were very embarrassed, and some of them were unable to move forward or backward.

Having known Baron Shatai for a long time, they had a vague respect for the second son of the baron in front of them.

But that was all. The guards would not sacrifice their wealth for respect and disobey the lord. They just sighed. The upright "Feru Sword" was easy to break, so the Kantadars should use the "Uria Knife".

Baron Shatai was so angry that the fat on his face was trembling.

He urged the hesitant guards loudly: "What are you doing? Take down this fool, and I will forgive you whether you live or die. Hurry up and kill those annoying lowly people."

The guards sighed, raised their weapons, and tried to subdue Knight Iven who was blocking the way as much as possible.

Bang!

There was a loud noise.

The door that should have been strictly guarded by the soldiers outside was suddenly pushed open.

The abrupt sound was like a pause button, making everyone in the solemn hall look over, and the originally noisy sound was slightly silent.

Baron Shatai looked around in surprise and saw two strange figures walking into the hall.

He wondered how the guards outside dared to allow outsiders to break in without his order.

Leon pushed the door open and swept his eyes across the hall.

Groups of Shatai soldiers. The bodies of refugee warriors. Strange heavy-armored warriors. Knight Ivan, Ron, and Little Brandon surrounded by the columns.

He finally looked at the fat noble in the gorgeous clothes of Kantadar on the lord's throne.

Without asking, just smelling the bloody atmosphere in front of him, Leon understood everything.

Staring at the young knight in plate armor and the petite girl, Baron Shatai frowned, raised his chin and asked: "Who are you? Where are you from? Why did you break into my fortress!"

Leon did not answer, but walked forward slowly, looking down at the figures lying in the pool of blood.

He remembered that these people had fought on the city wall, and worshiped and thanked him after the war.

However, they did not fall in the sea of ​​corpses of the dead. Instead, they died under the swords of the living.

Seeing the two knights coming back, Ron's heartbeat quickened, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "My Lord! Save us! At least save Brandon!"

Ivan stepped back a few steps, opened his eyes wide, and felt relieved for some reason. His excited and angry expression slowed down a little.

The refugee leader's cry for help made Baron Shatai feel annoyed and puzzled.

He was already furious, and now he was even more irritated by the black-haired young man who broke into the hall and ignored his questions.

Concerned about whether they were envoys sent by other lords, the fat baron raised his voice: "I ask again, who are you? Tell me your purpose!"

Slightly leaning forward with his fat body, he looked at the "internal" affairs he was dealing with halfway, and changed the subject: "No matter who it is, in the name of Lord Shatai, I want you to leave my hall now."

After the voice fell, Baron Shatai finally saw the other party turn his gaze back, as if he had reacted to his words.

Leon did not follow the order, he intended to end this farce.

Drawing the long sword from his waist, the black-haired knight walked straight to the lord's throne in front.

Such obvious hostile behavior startled Baron Shatai, who turned and shouted angrily: "How dare you! Guards! Kill him!"

Listening to the order issued by the lord, none of the Shatai soldiers who were originally obedient dared to take a step forward.

Stop the two messengers of the gods?

Thinking of the thunder that fell from the sky, especially the horror and ferocity of the blonde Valkyrie, the warriors raised the tips of their spears, lowered their swords, and stepped back in a hurry, fearing that they would block the progress of the two.

"Damn, you? What are you doing? Are you going to betray me?!"

Baron Shatai realized that something was wrong and panicked.

Looking at the guards who did not listen to orders and frantically avoided, Baron Shatai had no time to doubt. Seeing the black-haired knight with a sword getting closer and closer, his face changed drastically and he stood up and called for help from his confidants.

"Guards! Stop them!"

"Protect the lord!" The heavily armored warriors who had just returned to Shatai City didn't know why these soldiers were so frightened by just two people that they reacted like traitors.

As the baron's guards, they turned their weapons diligently, knocked away the crowd of soldiers blocking the way, and ran to the steps to guard. Baron Shatai's heartstrings relaxed, and he felt safe enough, and shouted: "Go kill that madman!"

Several guards raised their long swords and spears, and rushed towards the black-haired knight who was walking with swords.

Walking through the road that the guards on both sides avoided, Leon called softly: ".Olivia."

The girl with golden hair and golden eyes heard the voice and strode past her lover.

The petite body lowered, and the feet wrapped in shin armor slammed on the floor, and the scale armor skirt dragged and fluttered.

——Huh!

The guard was amazed at the wind-like speed of the girl with tied hair, and his back was numb with shock. He hurriedly chopped down the halberd blade that misjudged the distance.

It didn't hit, but the hand felt heavy. Before he could see the movement here, he had been bullied to the right front by the blonde girl, and he also caught a glimpse of the other party's iron fingers grabbing the front pole of the spear.

The waist felt a shock through the thick armor, and the guard's vision rose into the air in the next second.

Olivia tightly grasped the halberd, took control of the long handle, and swung it horizontally, knocking the body of the Kantadar warrior in front of her away.

"——Ah!" The guard screamed and the weapon fell out of his hand, and the whole person was thrown into the crowd.

Clang!

In a flash, the girl turned around and held the halberd she had snatched upside down. With a crisp sound, she forked the attacking long sword and smashed the tail rod with her left hand.

Bang!

The second guard flew backwards.

With both hands turning to hold the halberd, she danced with a terrifying wind that broke through the air and swung it towards the guards who were blocking the way in front of her

Ping-pong sounds were heard.

One weapon after another fell out of her hand, and one blade after another twisted.

The girl pounced into the flock of sheep like a lion, smashing and swinging horizontally and vertically. In front of the heavy halberd with a tiger's wind, there was no enemy.

The lord's guards were thrown to the ground, their armor scraped against the floor, and they slid into the soldiers on both sides, screaming and falling between the palace wall and the corridor pillars.

The bewildered guards retreated further, listening to the heart-pounding bangs, and they were glad that they did not block the Valkyrie's way.

Baron Shatai's eyes widened in horror, and he realized that something was wrong in his horror, and tried to escape from his seat.

Turning around in panic, his hands and feet suddenly became cold.

The black-haired knight holding a long sword had come to his side without knowing when.

"Who are you! What do you want to do?! Hurt a lord! My family will not let you go! The king will not let you go!"

Stepping back, staring at the indifferent black eyes with murderous intent, Baron Shatai's voice almost changed.

In a panic, he pulled out the gilded and stone-inlaid sword on his waist and waved it, but his sparse martial arts that had been abandoned for decades made his movements very slow.

With a scream, the severe pain made Baron Shatai hold up his right hand, and the sword slid down the steps with a clang.

"Wait a minute! Who sent you here! I can give you ten times! No! A hundred times!!

Come on! Save me!!

Protect your lord! Iven! Iven save me!!

Don't! Don't. Woo--!!--."

Iven, who was not far away, closed his eyes. The disappointed young knight was not sad for the death of his despicable father, but just didn't want to see his pitiful appearance.

Begging for mercy and help came to an abrupt end.

The steel sword that cut off the sword pierced into the opponent's heart, and the cold light stained with blood passed through Baron Shatai's chest neatly from behind.

"When I think you can also be called a knight, I feel that this title is not worth it."

With a sound of a sharp blade scraping against bones and flesh, Leon drew back the sword and turned the hilt.

The blood that was still warm fell from the sword and slanted on the throne.

Baron Shatai's fat body lost strength, and he fell backward from the high steps with a bang.

The blood pooled and merged into a pool. The dying throat gradually disappeared.

The monarch of Shatai City was killed, and the hall fell into silence.

Everyone felt at a loss. No one rebuked such a great crime, and no one wanted to avenge the dead lord, whether it was his guards or his wife and children.

Leaning on a spear and halberd to guard the steps, Olivia lowered her eyes slightly and glanced at the dead baron's body.

The girl's golden eyes seemed to be thinking.

Putting the blood-stained long sword back into the sheath, Leon stood beside the lord's throne and looked around the hall.

He looked at the young knight who was still staring at his father's body: "Baron Shatai City was killed by a griffin knight from Orland.

From now on, Sir Ivan is the new lord of Shatai City.

Does anyone have any objections?"