The distance is only six meters!
After Mrs. Rowling left, Marcus hid in the bedroom, because the bedroom could be connected to the tunnel and he would be safest if the situation changed.
After noon, he heard someone coming in and immediately hid under the bed. Then he heard the servant's voice and understood everything.
No one rescued him, and even if he ate, Marcus' strength was slowly recovering.
He decided to wait in the lord's room. If the "coward" was greedy for women and entered Rowling's room, he would still have a chance.
Unexpectedly, Olan's voice soon appeared without any need for night.
Although Marcus could clearly see Olan's appearance at this time, the blood in his hand kept flowing onto the sword and dripping onto the floor.
In the same room, soldiers were fighting hand to hand, Olan set up the middle!
"Put down your sword and kneel before Your Excellency. Your Excellency has already said that you are willing to forgive all sinners!"
Rowling on the side saw that the person coming was Marcus, and she had an idea and immediately used him to exonerate herself.
Olan couldn't find fault with what he said. Even if he persuaded Marcus, he also let himself (Lowling) escape.
Titan stood behind Oran, swallowing hard. He didn't expect to have a fighting opportunity so soon!
Marcus, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to Rowling's voice. He stared at Oran and put his head in the middle.
Olan only had the little fat guy around him at this time, and he was used to bullying the smaller ones.
A man of few words is not cruel, so he said kindly, "Put down your sword, and you will be reborn!"
Marcus' body shook like a dying flame.
Even at just six meters, it was extremely difficult for his eyes to see. In his eyes, Olan's figure suddenly grew shorter and longer!
In Oran's eyes, Marcus looks like a drunkard...
"kill!"
Marcus suddenly roared, his beastly instincts clearly visible,
If you kill everyone standing in front of you, then there will be no problem!
Titan knows he is useless, but he still wants to go!
He stepped out without fear of death, slashing with his sword, saying, "Here comes someone!!!"
The Titan advanced and Oran retreated. The two figures were nearly level with each other, and Marcus's sword also came to kill.
No matter how strong the master is, if he wants to kill two people who are far apart from each other, he must use at least two swords!
Marcus swung his sword with his right hand, and the Titan stabbed him in the left side.
If the first sword pierced Titan, he would not be able to pull it out quickly and continue to draw the sword even though he was injured, so he chose to slap the little fat man away. However, this action would be slowed down and the second sword would be slower.
bump!
Titan spun around and fell down...
But the Titan distracted Marcus, and Olan's sword instantly approached Marcus' shoulder!
The angle was slightly off, but Marcus dodged it without any risk, and Olan swung his sword again!
But Marcus judged from the swing range of Olan's body that this was a "flat slash sweep" and squatted down one second in advance, but Olan swung in the air!
Exchange offense and defense!
The second sword light flashed over, and between life and death, Olan counterattacked with his sword based on instinct.
After years of hard training, even if he is not in good health, he can still react calmly when faced with danger.
bump!
The two of them were facing each other sword-to-sword, holding each other against each other with their sword handles!
Marcus turned his body sideways. If Olan was tempted and pressed the sword, he could cut off one of Marcus' palms, but his neck would also be swept by Marcus's other sword-wielding palm.
Olan did not take advantage of the victory because he lacked physical strength.
All this time, he had been injured by the Vikings and suffered from weak old injuries caused by his uncle, which made him unable to recover his strength and failed to swing the next sword. Therefore, he had a brush with death at this moment!
Things that people hate or despise may one day save their lives.
Seeing that Olan didn't even try to move, Marcus could only turn his arms and change his moves to attack, but his speed was at most less than 60% of his peak.
The sword of Marcus, a knight's steel sword that had been used to kill many people in a row, had long been chipped. It had just collided with the leather armor of the Titan. Now it was difficult to suppress the "Immortal Sword" that was carefully crafted by the blacksmith.
Olan blocked with all his strength, but the upper half of Marcus's steel sword broke immediately!
At this time, Tuman and others rushed in, leaving Marcus with the last chance.
Half-cutting the sword, he also wants to kill the devil!
On the battlefield, warriors who are constantly fighting against their enemies and risking their lives for the most part can make it difficult for their opponents to breathe just by their aura.
Lord White Eagle's usually confident "king's spirit" is of no use at this moment!
Olan's eyes can keep up with the sword light, but his body is too slow!
In the last two meters, Marcus reached forward and rushed forward.
brush!
An iron needle swiped Marcus's left thigh,
Tuman was closest to the door just now, and Titan's voice was not completely heard, but he heard it and became alert.
And when the sound of three people taking action broke out, he finally confirmed that a fierce fight was going on inside.
He rushed in first and pulled out the iron needle, but he hesitated to aim it at "Olan's back head" or "Marcus"?
Therefore, the attack time was slower and no one was injured.
boom!
But Marcus finally collapsed, his willpower unable to support his body.
Broken Sword is still a little short of the Oran Eyed Boy,
Before he fell, his eyes fell in Luo Lin's direction, and then he passed out.
Luo Lin was afraid that Olan would be angry, so she shouted urgently, "He put down his sword and fell at Your Majesty's feet. He has surrendered to you, Your Excellency! Please let me go, let me go!"
The woman's voice was almost "hysterical". She saw the knight led by the White Eagle angry.
She's scared, she doesn't want to die!
Oran remained motionless. When his calmness faded away, he realized the horror of "approaching death".
The dozens of seconds of fighting made him sweat all over.
The crowd of subordinates surrounding him made it even harder for him to breathe, and his legs felt like they were pinned, making it difficult to move.
"The so-called 'Dawn' is no match for me!"
Olan finished speaking confidently, sheathed his sword, and glanced at Kunsang.
"Your Mightiness?"
When Kunsang came closer, Oran's lips dropped with sweat on his forehead, and he whispered into his ear,
"Clear the place and help me leave, I'm paralyzed..."
Numb!
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At around eight o'clock in the evening, the castle held a celebration ceremony again to celebrate Oran's entry into the city.
Mrs. Rowling and her son Dasif were imprisoned in the chapel.
"Cross" accompanied the mother and son, but Olan did not bully them, and there was still enough food and water.
He also arranged for a servant to pay attention to the needs of the mother and son at all times.
Bol and Marcus were treated by Oran's doctors.
The overall situation has been decided, but he has not yet thought about how to deal with these two bastards.
Marcus fought bravely even though he was injured, leaving a deep impression on Oran.
Such a useful murder weapon would be too much of a disadvantage if it were not used against one's own enemies.
Rowling wanted to save her son and sister Bol, and Bol forced a storm into the fortress to rescue Marcus. Marcus also said in a letter that he loved Rowling.
The relationship between these people just happens to be connected. With some methods, it should be controllable.
But if he thought about that last moment, if Marcus still had the strength, he might actually kill him, and the anger in Olan's heart overwhelmed his reason.
No matter how wise and decisive a person is, once he encounters a crisis of his own life and death, it will be difficult for him to objectively make the optimal solution...
At the banquet, Olan kept thinking after announcing the start.
It wasn't until Titan's voice came out that Olan turned his attention to the table.
The sword Marcus slashed just now was blocked by Titan's leather armor. Although the leather armor cracked, it did not cause too much damage to him. After a few hours, Titan regained his energy.
And for his heroic actions, he was rewarded by Oran,
In front of Olan's seat, there were six people sitting on each side, with the little fat man on the left.
This is Oran's new rule. Whichever subordinate makes a great contribution will be ranked first at the next formal banquet.
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In the past few months, Tai Tan had gained dozens of pounds and continued to eat heavily during the banquet.
But Olan had no intention of letting him gain weight anymore and shouted,
"Titans come out."
After swallowing a mouthful of scones, Titan licked his fingers and immediately got out of the queue.
"Tuman come out."
Olan called Tuman, who was sixth from the left, to come out again.
Then he said, "Here's to the two warriors."
After Tuman entered the room, he was the fastest to take action, and since he was from Rowling Castle, Olan pretended to give him a little sweetness to appease the new members.
The ale in Oran's glass is actually water. Excessive drinking will affect his thinking. He prefers tea.
After the cup was finished, Oran ordered to Titan, "Starting tomorrow, you will be Ben Bo's trainee knight and messenger."
The little fat man was so happy that he couldn't control himself and knelt down to kowtow.
This was the gesture he made to beg for mercy when he was beaten and driven away in the past.
I don't know how to express happiness and loyalty at this moment, so this scene happened.
"Very good." Oran was very satisfied.
Some people were happy while others felt uncomfortable. After Tai Tan and Tuman returned to their seats, Nanding stood up and said that he was responsible for the failure to check the room this time.
Olan didn't want to punish him, but he still had to show his face.
So he replied, "After returning to this city, I will make the most favorable decision regarding the rewards and punishments for this action. Tonight, let the wine blend into your blood, forget your worries, vent everything, drink!"
The castle's original maid was also called to join in the fun.
Two castle servants who were proficient in musical instruments were also called up.
The sounds of lutes and bagpipes spread.
No matter what frictions there are on weekdays, these subordinates or newcomers have forgotten their worries at this moment, their faces are getting redder and redder, and they are enjoying themselves.
When the banquet was coming to an end, Nanamp approached and whispered, "Your Excellency, His Majesty Ella has sent an envoy over. He has already crossed the border. The 'border scout' sent someone over as quickly as possible to inform him."
"What does this man want to do?"
"It should be to supervise our behavior and urge us to send troops as soon as possible."
"Which royal noble is it?"
"An unfamiliar face. He is not among the intelligence we collected about the kingdom's nobles. His name is 'Saers Morgan'."
"Sales?"
"yes."
"Send someone to keep him in the city. We will set off back the day after tomorrow at the latest."
