Our family is in decline

The baron looked around. The battlefield gradually calmed down. All the knights in Bastia had fallen, and only wails and moans echoed in his ears.

Those who are still standing now are the soldiers. They seem to have not calmed down from the battle just now. The fanaticism on their faces has not subsided, and they are looking here with fiery eyes.

Leonard could be on par with him alone, and if these were to attack him, it would only take a row of shots to put him to death.

But the baron didn't care. His eyes stayed on Alvin who fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Lost...

Who would have thought that these heavily armed Bastia knights would lose to the soldiers of a fallen lord.

This is a complete joke and a huge shame.

He spoke eloquently before the fight, but when he turned around he was beaten and babbled nonsense. What kind of magic is there in this land?

"This is not your battle. Treat the wounded quickly and clean up the battlefield. Do you still want me to teach you?"

Leonard's voice came through the helmet. He did not want the soldiers to interfere in the battle between them.

That's the respect one knight pays to another knight.

The baron also came to his senses, I haven't lost yet!

Because my fight is not over yet.

The Baron turned his attention to Leonard again. He could feel the other person's attitude. The two obviously did not communicate directly, but they could understand each other's intentions. Their intersection was nothing more than a battle.

It can only be said that sometimes the meaning between men is very simple.

Just now, his attention was actually distracted by Alvin and the battle situation, but now he could finally put it all aside and have a real battle between knights.

"My Lord, Baron Lawrence." The baron was not in a hurry to fight, but assumed a noble posture and raised his sword in front of him, "It is an honor to fight with you."

"Huh! There's no point in talking. Hamlet doesn't welcome intruders."

If the opponent puts on such a posture, it stands to reason that as a knight, Leonard will also declare his name and then enter the knight's duel.

But Leonard didn't have a good face to show him. It wasn't that he didn't know the rules, but respect didn't mean being polite.

At the same time as he followed the lord, he began to pay less and less attention to these "face-saving projects".

Anyone who tries to get involved with Hamlet is his enemy, let alone these guys who dare to target the lord, they deserve to be damned!

Seeing Leonard's attitude, Lawrence could only smile helplessly. He was indeed an intruder, but he was now reduced to this situation.

Feeling the body's relaxation from the previous battle, the fingers holding the sword couldn't help but open and relax, but in an instant they clenched firmly and charged forward.

"Knight's Glory!"

Abandoning all burdens, Lawrence burst out with unprecedented strength. He no longer held back at all, but used all his strength as soon as he took action. The long sword swung in his hand to cut off a series of fierce attacks.

"Hamlet must win!" Leonard was also unwilling to be outdone and slashed out his sword, and the two collided again.

duel!

kill!

The battle that broke out between the two was even more intense than before. In a short period of time, Leonard was hit by two swords. Fortunately, the quality of his armor was good enough to block the sword.

But the Baron didn't fare well either. He was also struck several times by Leonard's sword, and his armor had several dents.

But the two continued to slash as if they had no influence at all. This kind of battle is like two cans blasting each other, and there are only two results. Either they are exhausted, or the cans are pried open, otherwise the battle will be difficult to calm down.

This is also the reason why Leonard doesn't want ordinary soldiers to intervene. Not only can they not keep up, but they can easily disrupt his own rhythm. Also, if they break in without full-body armor, they will definitely be missing arms and legs.

If he were to shoot, those unstable ballistic trajectories could easily involve him.

After a blow, Leonard did not take the opportunity to pull away. Instead, he raised his hand to hold the sword body, trying to insert the tip of the sword into the gap in the helmet in a thrusting manner.

This move is very useful when facing enemies with high armor. Aim at the gaps where the armor is connected, such as the armpits, neck, and mask. As long as you insert it, you can cause a lot of damage and gain an advantage.

Therefore, many knights would wear a robe outside their armor, just to cover the gaps. Leonard also had a large cross robe that symbolized the church before, but he no longer wears it.

But the Baron is not a novice. Doesn’t he still know how to open a can?

He quickly raised his sword to block, and at the same time kicked out to force Leonard back.

But the situation was not that simple. At this time, Leonard actually let go of the hilt of the sword. He held the sword with both hands and turned the sword around like swinging a baseball bat.

The protruding sword grid hit the helmet hard and made a dent, and the Baron's whole head couldn't help but tilt to one side.

Yes, he was pretending to trick the opponent into making a move. This move can use the sword grid as the tip of an armor-piercing hammer, but it requires certain skills. Most people don't dare to use it casually, otherwise the sword blade will scratch themselves. palm.

But at the same time, the baron also kicked out, and Leonard couldn't help but retreat after receiving a heavy blow to the abdomen, giving him no chance to pursue.

The series of explosions and the intense consumption of the life-and-death confrontation made both sides unable to help but pause for a moment after they distanced themselves.

Leonard held the hilt of the sword in his hand again, his heavy breath emanating from his helmet.

The impact on his abdomen was slowly easing, and his other hand couldn't help but touch the armor on his abdomen and found a dent.

This is the armor deforming to absorb energy and at the same time dispersing the power to other parts of the body, otherwise the kick just now would never have been so simple.

The Baron was even worse than Leonard. He forcibly pulled off the deformed helmet, revealing the middle-aged man's face. At the same time, there was a stream of blood flowing down his head, which was obviously the blow just now. Caused.

However, the deformation of the helmet also absorbed most of the power, and the Baron was in good physical condition, so he did not fall into dizziness.

The Baron's face did not show any more fluctuations due to the injury. This injury was not enough to affect his condition.

But injury means that the balance between the two is broken.

I saw him throwing away his helmet, reaching into the animal skin pouch on his waist to take out a tube of potion and drinking it, not knowing what the effect would be.

"This is not the behavior of a knight." Leonard dismissed it, his tone full of ridicule.

If you drink medicine during a duel, you will be nagged for the rest of your life.

"You didn't accept my duel challenge just now." The baron played a clever trick and could even laugh at this time, but the smile was full of bitterness.

Leonard knew that he was delaying his recovery, so he immediately charged forward with his sword without any nonsense.

Without a helmet, just one strike from the sword will destroy the opponent after the ensuing battle.

The advantage is mine!

The baron didn't panic at all, because the medicine had already taken effect.

"Clang!"

The two long swords collided, just like they had done so many times before, but as soon as they met, Leonard felt that the feedback force was even heavier.

But before he could react, the baron showed even greater speed and pursued him.

Although the potion did not have much side effects, the price was that the effect would disappear quickly. He had to defeat his opponent within this time period.

Bastia lost and he had to win!

Under the influence of the potion, the Baron explodes with greater strength and speed. What is most terrifying is that he can bear and control this power.

Leonard was suppressed by his violent attack for a moment, with sword marks exploding all over his body one after another, and some parts of his armor that had been attacked many times could no longer hold up.

The successive heavy blows made it difficult for Leonard to parry. Without waiting for Leonard to react, the baron clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and slammed the weight at the end of the hilt against his helmet like a heavy hammer.

He can also use similar moves.

A sudden dizziness took away control of Leonard's body, and the Baron took the opportunity to swing his sword with all his strength and slashed at him.

With the power of the fierce attack, the sword edge finally tore through the battle-scarred armor. The Baron kicked Leonard away and then pulled out the blood-stained sword.

"Hahaha!" The excitement of the drug made him unable to control his emotions, as if he was about to have a final carnival.

Leonard, who suffered heavy blows one after another, felt dizzy for a moment, but in the blink of an eye he was struck by a sword. Severe pain tore through his body. The kick made him fall to the ground, and blood flowed from his chest. The front rip spilled out.

Lance, who was treating the wounded and gathering the horses, seemed to notice something and couldn't help but look over.

When he found out that the baron was playing tricks, he couldn't help but frown.

You can fight me, why are you drinking my medicine?

"Leonard, stop playing around, we still have a lot of things to deal with." Lance's voice came slowly, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power.

Leonard, who fell to the ground, could feel the dizziness subside instantly, and clear perception took over his body again.

It was in this way that he could feel his flesh and blood healing, and the fatigue accumulated in the battle quickly dissipated, and instead, power as hot as the scorching sun emerged from his body.

That is the power of the lord, just like the sun, spreading power to the earth.

"The sun hasn't set yet~" Leonard stood up again with his sword in hand, his posture completely uninjured.

The Baron naturally felt the change coming from Leonard, and immediately wanted to go up and swing his sword to touch up.

"Get away!" But when he slashed at Leonard's head with his sword, the champion's certificate had already been raised again, and he blocked it without any weakness.

The next second, Leonard kicked out, and the violent burst of force directly knocked the baron back.

"I am bathed in the sun." Leonard held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and held up the championship certificate, his belief was extremely firm.

Lance, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, was even more shocked. Leonard clearly had not awakened his extraordinary power, but...

Yes, Junia said she felt the power of the Holy Light in him, and now Lance can see it too.

The dazzling light lingered around him, even resonating with the sun in the sky.

The Baron couldn't see this, but his instinct between life and death told him that the next move would be a decisive move, and he immediately roared and charged regardless.

"Bastia will never fall!"

"Enjoy the brilliance of the scorching sun!"

Leonard moved almost at the same time, raising his sword in front and charging.

It was obviously an ordinary long sword, but it seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light. His charging posture was like a holy spear in the hands of an angel.

The distance between the two was shortened instantly, and the excellent armor was pierced like a piece of paper. It looked like a blazing spear of light piercing the Baron.

The two figures stopped. The Baron looked down at the long sword that penetrated him, and before Leonard could react, he suddenly drew it out.

The damage caused was more exaggerated than if it was inserted, and blood even flowed along the gaps in the armor.

And this blow completely drained the baron's life force away, and he fell to the ground on his back. The strength in his hand could not help but loosen, but the hilt of the sword was still firmly held in his hand.

"Yes...I lost..."

Who would have thought that Baron Lawrence, who had participated in many battles and used the heads of barbarians as stairs to climb up step by step, known as "Bastia's Left Hand", would fall in such a countryside.

What’s even more ridiculous is that he doesn’t even know who his opponent is until now.

And this is also the fate of the intruder who disregards human life and drives the wolf to try to start a massacre in Hamlet.

I'm afraid it's only now that Lawrence realizes that this scheming and unjust war has finally come to an end.

But that was him, not Leonard.

He could feel the years of hidden wounds dissipating, as if the shackles were being removed. He had never felt so relaxed, and his body was so full of energy that he couldn't help but raise his sword high and roar.

"Hamlet must win!"

Freed from the shackles of psychological and hidden wounds, Leonard returned to the realm of master at this moment!

The surrounding soldiers who were immersed in the battle finally reacted, and cheers rang out one after another.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and save people, don't let them die, this is all money."

Lance walked out of it. His figure showed no trace of exhaustion after the battle. Instead, he showed a leisurely demeanor, as if he had been taking a walk just now.

The soldiers also came back to their senses. When the excitement subsided, they were left with intense fatigue. Even with Lance's treatment, the blood they shed was real.

And Lance didn't give them too strong a blessing, he just repaired the hidden wounds left by their training.

The reason is very simple. The consumption of spiritual energy by large-scale enhancement is very exaggerated. He can only select some outstanding ones to focus on enhancement, and then give others small enhancements.

That is to say, after this battle, some people here are destined to widen the gap, but this is the reality.

The strong are always strong because they occupy more resources.

But don't forget that these people are destined to be transferred to the personal guard. Lance does not need anyone to protect him. In other words, these are special troops he specially trained to fight against extraordinary beings and all kinds of random monsters.

Still complying with Lance's creed, whatever benefits you enjoy, you must bear certain responsibilities.

But now it is more important to clear the battlefield first.

Lance dragged a person in his hand and threw it beside the baron. Looking at the exquisite armor, couldn't it be that kid Alvin?

Feeling the Baron's body, Lance raised his hand and healed most of the penetrating wound, leaving a skin wound as a souvenir for him, as long as he didn't die.

"Sir, what is this?" Leonard noticed Lance taking action.

"These guys are all subordinates of the great nobles, and they have a lot of money." Lance raised his foot and kicked Alvin to indicate: "I offered one hundred thousand gold coins for this one, and he had to agree. How could I be willing to let them die? ~”

The smile on Lance's face became more and more crazier... (End of this chapter)