"You guys keep shouting for me and talking about sword duels. Doesn't Lord White Eagle really like to duel with others (wedding jousting)?"
Marcus said with pain, his teeth almost shattered.
"grown ups!"
"explain!"
Then, the voices of three soldiers came out from this large grass forest, intermittently.
The general idea is that I, Marcus Milo, am willing to have a duel between "real men" with Mr. Oran, without any helper. All glory in life and death belongs to the Lord.
The matter of "wedding jousting" has spread north and south through letters exchanged between merchants, border knights, local priests and priests from other regions.
To the north, it spread to the Viking settlement in Danfa District, and after a while, it will also enter the Pictish (Scotland) area, making these Yankees have a great impact on this "White Eagle Lord" who married a female member of his royal family. interest.
To the south, it has also reached the ears of "Hundred Flowers" and "Wild Boar" who are doing evil on the border. In two days, the "Wales" area, which is being violently attacked by Wessex, will also hear about it.
Oran was portrayed as a terrifying demon who let his men go on a killing spree in the church, killing the red-haired knight who was valiantly pursuing his love.
In the Middle Ages, there was no tool for monarchs to "refute rumors." If it was not within your own territorial jurisdiction, once the rumors spread and were fueled by interested people, it would last for several years or even ten years.
When the rumors of the contest in Oran had the most intense impact, one sentence could describe it.
"Your infamy is known to all from Ireland to Frank."
…
A real man?
Oran dismissed it, and while urinating, just by moving his mouth, he could make these three hundred men kneel down and bow their heads in salute with just one sentence.
Holding power is a real man!
Marcus fully expected Olan's forehead to heat up in response, but no one paid him any attention.
"Sir, go ahead... go to hell, a mouse hiding in the grass is worthy of a sword duel with you."
The first important minister, Ladd, was halfway on the wrong path and finally pulled back in time.
call out!
Another six or seven cold arrows were fired into the grass, one of which almost hit Marcus.
no solution anymore……
"I repent!"
"Restraint and flexibility are the only way to survive," Marcus responded with his voice again.
He picked up a war bow from the corpse of the fallen soldier beside Caolin, pulled out the bow and arrow inserted into the soldier, followed the three soldiers, and walked out slowly.
Everyone will be dominated by anger. He saw so many men dying and forgot the last time he tried to fight with the sword.
He wants to kill Oran!
"The distance is more than 100 meters. No matter how fast I am, I can't rush over instantly, and there must be someone at the post above. I only have a chance to shoot an arrow..."
This is his plan.
The difficult life on the border made Marcus strong and strong. As long as he didn't show pain, no one would think he was seriously injured.
When he walked out wearing a black leather armor, without a helmet, and without pulling out the sword from his waist, just carrying a bow, no one thought that he was still thinking of shooting Oran!
Ninety-five meters away.
"Stop!" Ladd yelled.
Ninety meters away.
"Told you to stop, don't you hear me?" Ladd shouted again, "Drop your weapons."
The three soldiers are threatened by Marcus and must move forward.
"If you don't leave, you know what will happen to my sword. From this distance, I can kill you two with at least one sword strike!"
Marcus forced the soldiers around him to keep walking.
Eighty meters away.
The archers on the guard tower prepared to draw the bowstring.
"Walk faster, or I'll cut you in half with a sword!"
After saying this, Marcus felt pain all over his body, so much so that he almost had to pee!
Marcus is the leader of the three soldiers. They know how strong he is. Although they know that Marcus is injured, they are naturally afraid of him.
But looking in front of them, they saw fierce-looking White Eagle soldiers, and the archers on the outpost were also preparing to shoot at them. The spirits of the three of them had reached the critical point of fear!
The Sword of Dawn walked slowly, and Nanding thought of that day...today she wanted to return the favor.
Nanding took the initiative to stand in front of Olan. His body of nearly two meters completely blocked Olan. Even if Marcus fired his arrow now, it would be difficult to hit Olan.
Nanding is ready to leave "blood cross" sword marks on Marcus.
Oran said under the protection of Nanding, "I would like to see how fast it is. Can it be faster than my bow and arrow?"
After saying that, the archer was ready to attack.
At this time, Oran completely saw the appearance of the "Sword of Dawn".
The face is resolute, which is a mature look revealed by being exposed to wind and rain for a long time.
The hair is slightly longer and the facial features are strong.
He walked very slowly, probably with injuries on his body, and he exuded an aura like a ferocious wolf, a wounded wolf!
Thinking that this man was half Viking, Oran was in a position where he wanted to subdue him but was worried about it.
Oran made a look - Thirty meters!
This is the limit of what you can tolerate. If you don't stop putting down your weapons, then go to hell!
When the distance reaches fifty meters...
Marcus couldn't walk anymore, and wanted to raise his bow and fight for his life, but the distance was too late, more than ten meters away, and he couldn't see Olan's figure clearly. Until now, he couldn't see Olan's face clearly, so he could only follow the sound from his voice. Determine the direction of the team's protection.
"Get on your horse and charge forward!"
Sudden!
The sound of horse hooves came, and three riders appeared like ghosts on three horses from the woods behind the left rear of the post.
One of the tall black war horses had a short-haired knight on top. She had a sword on her waist and spurs on her crotch. The war horse was hurt and rushed over at high speed. On the other side, she drew her short bow and shot at Oran!
In such a high-speed moving state, only Eastern nomads or good hunters who have practiced archery since childhood, plus luck, can succeed.
The person coming is none other than Bol!
She brought two apprentice knights who had been rescued by Marcus,
There are always people in the world who think they are unique and capable of achieving great achievements, but they are often just stepping stones.
Bol succeeded in attracting (deceiving) these two people to join him with the dream that if he killed Oran, he would get "everything".
The three of them came here riding the castle horses.
Relying on his familiarity with the terrain from his days studying on the border, Bol walked to another unattended place. He led the horse closer just now, but when there were Olan's men in front of him, the three of them directly mounted their horses and rushed over, making everyone Unexpected.
They pretended to rush to Oran.
Voices of "Protect Your Excellency" were heard everywhere, and Olan quickly retreated. The soldiers around him stepped forward to resist, forming a shield wall. Several long spears penetrated between the shield walls.
However, the three knights suddenly turned and rushed towards Marcus.
The scene became chaotic. The three soldiers who were threatened by Marcus ran away in different directions, attracting fire from the post above. The three were lucky to escape the first wave of attacks, but Oran's soldiers immediately stepped forward and stretched out their spear handles. These three people stabbed and killed!
In the brief moment of confusion, Marcus grasped at straws. He recognized this war horse as the strongest horse in the castle - the beloved horse of the previous baron!
After the death of the previous owner, Mrs. Rowling rewarded the horse to her sister Pole.
The Boer man was very ambitious. He ate and lived with her and kept the horse under control. After practicing day and night, he finally became her favorite horse.
She rode it when she came to the outpost to learn skills, and Marcus also trained it several times.
Bol called out and told the horse to rush to a stop in front of Marcus. He moved quickly. Bol took Marcus's hand, screamed for strength, grabbed the reins of the horse, and asked Marcus to jump up forcefully. .
"Walk!"
At this moment, another cold arrow flew from the sentry tower above, but it only swept past the tail of the extremely fast Hummer and the other two riders.
Seeing Marcus being surrounded, he passed through the grass and forest and disappeared without a trace.
"Can this move?!" Ladd yelled.
"In the face of danger and good luck, bring him back, kneel before me, and beg me for forgiveness."
Oran said expressionlessly.
But Kunsang saw Olan touching the lord's "power ring" several times, and he understood that Your Excellency was angry!
This action means that the noble power is dirty with the dust of abjection and needs to be decontaminated.
The two riders who had just rushed into the battle were unlucky and were picked off by spears and bows. One of them vomited blood and died. His horse was also injured and had a broken leg. The other one was not injured and was immediately recruited into the team.
"Why did you let people break in if you didn't assure me that the surrounding area was under control?" Kunsang accused.
Ladd was filled with regret. He thought no one would show up again, so he just asked the thirty people guarding the rear of Oran (private soldiers from his own territory) to all move forward to see how he was cursing Marcus. Unexpectedly, there were variables!
Faced with Kunsang's questioning, Ladd couldn't bear to lose face. He walked over to the other left rider and drew his weapon.
"I surrender……"
"Vote to your mother!"
Phew!
A sword went straight through the rider's heart.
Ladd was never merciful to those weaker than himself.
Bullying the weak and flattering the lord - this is his way of chivalry!
