The knights who retreated from the forest had a hint of fear on their faces.
Some of them lost their horses, some lost their weapons, and some even lacked arms and legs.
These wounded soldiers who had difficulty walking barely managed to leave the forest with the help of each other.
The forest and the village that were their playground yesterday had turned into a terrible cemetery today.
Many young knights couldn't help but tremble in fear when they thought of the battle just now.
But what made them feel even more desperate was the death of the branch leader. That was Setas, the hero who followed the old Lord Ross and participated in the Red Dragon Crusade...
The knight walking at the end couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the group of beasts trampling Setas' head into a puddle of mud.
He tried to get rid of this fear, but the shadow in his heart still lingered.
After going through untold hardships, he finally led the surviving members back to their base.
However, what greeted them was not hot soup and fine wine, but a scene that was more confusing and even terrifying.
None of the Knights who were supposed to stay behind were missing. The original station was empty, and there was an ominous atmosphere in the air. The original team members, including those powerful magicians, seemed to disappear overnight.
In their place were thousands of strange knights.
They were in order, like a well-trained army, building fortifications at the Knights branch.
This sight filled the last knight's heart with doubt and fear.
It wasn't until an old knight saw the flag erected on the top floor of the original captain's room in Setas that he suddenly knew what happened.
"Everyone! Everyone!!"
The old knight shouted to the group of dejected knights.
"All! All assembled!!!"
"what's the situation?"
"I do not know......"
The knights were still confused, but at this moment, a group of tall cavalry guards rode out of the camp, came to them and roared at them unceremoniously.
"Are you considered knights of the Red Dragon Knights?! Everyone, stand up!"
The knight who shouted was wearing an iron bucket-like helmet. This helmet was so representative that even those young knights who had just joined the Red Dragon Knights recognized it at a glance.
The knights who were still listless or even in despair immediately stood up straight. Even the knight with a broken leg stood up immediately with the help of other knights.
Because the iron bucket helmet worn by this knight and the flag raised high symbolize that this group of knights is the elite knights directly under the Lord of Arnan County, the South County Crusaders.
The South County Crusaders were originally affiliated with the Red Dragon Knights, but after Lord Ross inherited his father's title, he selected all the elite members of the Red Dragon Knights and established this knightly order, and continued to recruit troops in the future.
Now it has become an elite division whose number is no less than that of the Red Dragon Knights, but whose combat strength is almost comparable to that of the regular army.
But what now scares the remnants of the Red Dragon Knights is not only the appearance of the South County Crusaders in such a remote area, but also the fact that everyone in Arnan County knows about it.
Wherever the Crusaders in Nan County are located, death and destruction will inevitably come.
So why are they here now? ? ?
As a heavy sound of horse hoofbeats echoed in the silent wilderness, the knights of the Red Dragon Knights shuddered involuntarily. They raised their heads and looked forward.
They saw a tall and burly man riding a red armored war horse slowly coming to them.
After seeing this man, the old knight knelt down on one knee with a plop. He pulled out his long sword, held it with both hands, inserted it into the ground, and shouted respectfully.
"See Lord Lord!!"
The other knights were shocked and knelt down to greet their lord.
The man wore a red dragon-shaped helmet, and the eyes shining through the gaps in the helmet exuded ferocity and cruelty.
He said nothing, but with every exhalation a suffocating smell of death filled the air.
The depth and coldness reflected in those eyes seemed to hide endless ice.
And this man is none other than the lord of Arnan County, the little Ross who rules this land with iron and blood, Eric Darren.
"Where's Setas?" His hoarse voice echoed in the empty hall, and every word was full of power, as if it could tear the air apart.
The majesty in that voice was impossible to ignore.
He was tall and tall. Although he was not as tall and exaggerated as Setas, his body wrapped in red armor was very strong and his lines were smooth. His whole person exuded a terrifying aura of calmness and authority.
This is Eric Darren, the lord of Arnan County. His existence itself is a kind of power and a sense of oppression. Under his rule, the residents of Arnan County lived a stable life, but they also had to endure his iron-fisted rule.
"Return to the lord! Ser...Captain Setas...died in battle!"
The old knight knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and his body was trembling. He didn't know whether he would make this big man angry after saying these words.
But among the people who still exist, he has the highest military rank. If he doesn't say anything and is found out later, I'm afraid the skin cramps will be mild.
"waste."
But Eric did not fly into a rage as the old knight thought. Instead, he said these words in a cold and emotionless voice.
"Lord...you, why are you here at this time..."
The old knight plucked up the courage to ask, because he was really confused. The originally scheduled inspection time was tomorrow. Why had this big shot arrived now?
Eric did not answer the old knight's question, but glanced coldly at the defeated soldiers, and then waved his hand.
"Take them down and send them back to the city."
As soon as they heard that they could return to the city, the knights' faces immediately showed expressions of surprise.
You must know that most of their families are in Sankre Town, and they are stationed here just to make a living.
But after hearing this, the old knight was so frightened that his legs became weak and he couldn't even stand up.
A terrible thought came into his mind.
"...Lord...please, may I ask...where are the original brothers of the Knights...?"
Eric, who had originally planned to leave, slightly overshot his head after hearing these words, stared at the old knight, grinned, and said in that terrifying voice.
"You'll see them soon."
The old knight's face was ashen as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Half an hour later, the South County Crusaders executed all the members of the Red Dragon Knights, including those stationed in the camp, and chopped off their heads, claiming that the Red Dragon Knights had collaborated with the orcs in the Wasata Forest to rebel.
And he also received a piece of news at the last moment before the old knight was executed.
"My lord! My lord!! Why do you want to kill us!! What have we done?!"
"As long as the Red Dragon Knights exist, that old guy's shadow will always hang over me."
For the first time, Eric Darren told the old knight about the past.
"Everything I own is named after that old guy. Even my name...what do you call me in private? Little Ross?"
Eric grabbed the old knight's neck and said with a sneer.
"And now, there is a perfect opportunity to let all of you losers die as rebels, and I will completely replace you losers with the name of the Southern Crusade."
He was very happy because the old knight just told him something in order to survive.
Something that only those who participated in and survived last night's battle would know.
After personally cutting off the old knight's head and throwing it into the fire, Eric looked towards the Wasata Forest. His eyes were sharp, and he seemed to be eager to see the orc village.
"Dear Princess, your knight is here to see you."
