There are less than ten great knights in the Principality of Lion on the surface, but only on the surface, and nothing can be explained.

Kant was very aware of the temperament of the aristocracy, and their strength was like an iceberg on the sea, and what was exposed was only a corner. And the strength hidden in the shadows may be several times that on the surface, as a background.

There are really guys who don't know whether they are alive or dead to deal with the nobles based on the strength of the nobles on the surface, and in the end it is estimated that they will die in vain.

As far as Kant himself is concerned, even if he now shows extremely terrifying power and strength, who knows, these are not Kant's real hole cards?

Even the castle of Drehem, which is still hidden in the shadows, and the town of Aaron, are not Kant's hole cards.

Kant's hole cards are actually a system that is connected to him and does not distinguish between them.

With a system, countless riding and slashing worlds can be used as his backing, and the volume is countless times larger than the world that Kant currently knows.

...

Many times, Rolf, who leads the desert bandits, likes to use the swiftness of the desert bandits to play with their enemies.

This time, however, he didn't.

Because, it is no longer needed.

At the intersection of the abandoned farmstead, twelve knights and four knight squires were standing guard.

They lay on the ground and kept watch.

Snoring.

In just ten minutes, the sixteen members of the Order were already asleep on the ground.

I really don't blame them, they are so tired that they can't do it if they want to hold on to it.

In order to exterminate the despicable rebel army as soon as possible, the five knights originally marched to this vicinity for a day and a night, and the people were sleepy and tired.

They finally rested for a long time, but they were attacked by rebels several times their size, and fell into a desperate situation surrounded on all sides.

Dragging their exhausted bodies, the knights fought with all their might, desperately breaking through, and after leaving behind more than 4,500 corpses of robes, they were able to escape.

After that, they didn't even care about the bleeding injuries, and wore heavy armor, and fled for more than ten miles, and finally managed to survive to this abandoned farm.

Their bodies have almost run out of oil, and their spirits have reached the peak of exhaustion.

If there were always enemies chasing after them, these knights might be able to continue to flee farther away with their extremely strong belief in survival, and then they would either be chased and killed, or they would simply die of exhaustion halfway through.

However, they didn't find the pursuers, and they were lucky enough to hold on here, and when they reached the limit of their bodies and spirits, once they relaxed, they could no longer hold on.

The members of the Knights who were on guard slept as a matter of course.

Even in the abandoned farmstead, in a dozen stone houses, there are more than 400 members of the Knights.

There was a lot of snoring, and there was not a single person who was awake.

Even the only great knight had overdrawn his extraordinary strength in the previous battle, and he was actually the most exhausted of all of them.

The rats hiding in the stone house quietly emerged from the burrows, stealthily gnawing on the rotten flesh of the knights' wounds, squeaking happily from time to time.

Even so, it did not wake any of the Order.

The sound of Dada's horses' hooves came from the main road of the farm, and sixteen hundred desert bandits and their elite bandits, led by Rolf, cast a dark shadow in the dark night.

The desert robbers had their faces full of flesh, and their fierce and unruly eyes shimmered with bloodlust.

They have never been good at stubble, whether it is in the continent of Calradia, or in this world, their hands are covered in blood.

"Huh!"

Rolf looked at the sixteen members of the Order lying on the ground at the intersection of the abandoned farmstead.

"It's so much better than I expected!"

Rolf once again compared the knights to the cavalry of the Calradia continent, a mocking smile on his lips.

Neither the Svadia heavy cavalry, nor the Kugit riders, nor the Salander riders, nor even the desert bandits he led, would have behaved so badly under the same circumstances.

Even if they cut themselves with the blade of a knife and stimulate themselves with pain, they will never let themselves sleep peacefully.

After all, it is a world of war.

The Southern Commanders have been at ease for too long.

Decade!

These knight lords have not experienced a real war, it has been ten years.

Under the prosperity and extravagance of the Southern County Territory, these iron horsemen of the Wild Lion Principality, who were once able to dominate the battlefield, have also fallen a lot.

They weren't as elite as they thought they were.

Whether it's the clumsy camping before, or the ridiculous rest now.

The only thing that is a little chivalrous, that is, the outlaw breakthrough in the canyon before, which was specially designed by Rolf.

On the battlefield, there is no room for luck.

Something will happen.

"Guys, pick up your scimitars!"

There was a hint of cruelty in Rolf's eyes, he stretched out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth slightly, and ordered coldly: "Cut off the heads of these knights who sleep like pigs!" ”

The dark clouds were blown by the west wind, obscuring the bleak moonlight, and even the moon did not want to witness the next human tragedy.

It was a brutal massacre.

It is also the easiest that Rolf has experienced when he came to this wonderful world:

A war!

The moonlight once again shone on the ground, illuminating the rebellious figure of the desert bandits leaving the abandoned farmstead.

Blood was dripping from the scimitars hanging from the waists of the desert bandits.

In the abandoned farm, a strong bloody aura rose to the sky, and the wild wolves ten miles away all followed this breath.

There are vultures in the sky, flying from far away.

438 knights, knightly squires, and a grand knight sleeping soundly in this abandoned farmstead.

They will never wake up again.

...

The next morning, in the middle of the Resniston River, aboard a three-column warship, Kant had just finished a delicious and nutritious breakfast.

Two slices of fragrant bread baked from finely ground wheat flour, sandwiched between a slice of charred desert antelope meat on the outside and tender on the inside, and a hard-boiled egg of the Sand Grouse Grouse from Aaron, raised in the forests of the Sanwaya Mountains, are served with a mouthful of fresh broth.

It's a beautiful day.

After breakfast, donning a velvet robe, Kant stepped out onto the deck to admire the beautiful scenery of the Resneston River in the morning sun.

A layer of snow-white mist rolled on the surface of the river in the distance, revealing a dense atmosphere.

The brilliance of the morning sun sprinkled on the deck, shrouding Kant's body, the warm brilliance made Kant refreshed, and the extraordinary power in his body also became lively and flowed on its own, as if his extraordinary power was drawing strength from the brilliance of the rising sun.

Above the river, the mist gradually lifts, revealing the sparkling water.

From time to time, a cheerful waterfowl flies over the Restiston River and catches a fatty fish in the wilderness on both sides.

A beautiful view.

A mage dressed in fine linen robe came to the deck and said respectfully to Kant, "Honorable Lord, Mr. Rolf has sent a message of good news from the battlefield of the Southshire Territory, and I ask you to speak to him. ”

Kant turned, and the morning breeze ruffled his dazzling blonde hair, and his amber eyes shone with curiosity.

"Oh, good news?"

There was a smile on Kant's face, good news is always pleasant.

"Yes! Mr. Rolf reported that last night he had designed to use the lowly rebel army in the Nanjun Territory to sneak attack the five knights of the Nanjun Command, completely annihilating the 5,000 members of the five knights, and at the same time severely inflicting heavy damage on the lowly Nanjun Commander rebel army. ”

The mage bowed slightly, and respectfully reported the news to His Majesty Kant.

"Good news indeed!"

Kant knew Rolf, a guy who loved to do this kind of self-serving thing.

Since it was designed by Rolf himself, it is thought that the desert thieves under his command will not have much to lose.

In terms of Kant's current power, even if those desert bandits were all wiped out, it would not be a big deal.

Therefore, Kant did not ask about war damage.

"Since Rolf is going to talk to me, I'll go and hear what he has to say!"

Kant said with a smile, Nanjun Ling only dispatched 20,000 heavy cavalry, and now that 5,000 have been completely annihilated, the remaining 15,000 is not a big threat.

Kant was already able to roughly guess what Rolf wanted to say to him, and his mood improved.

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