The town of Morak.
By the time George rode the horse captured from the Temple of the Inquisition, he made a long circle along the shoreline of the Red Scale Lake, and finally returned to the blacksmith shop in the small town of Morak, it was already around eight or nine in the morning. . The local residents have ushered in a new day, and the entire town of Morak has also woken up from the dark night and regained its vitality.
However, all the residents had a tacit understanding and avoided the blacksmith shop that was not far away from them. No matter the topic of their chat, the steps of their feet, or the sight of their eyes, they always bypassed the blacksmith shop, as if it was an area that did not exist at all.
There were only crows circling and gathering above their heads, like a group of well-dressed gentlemen in evening gowns and big-brimmed hats, lining up in an orderly spiral formation, swooping down one after another to enjoy the meal. A feast of corpses littered the ground.
Still some distance away from the blacksmith shop, George could already clearly see the battle-torn Shura field. Obviously, this was an encounter between two armed forces. Both sides were equally powerful, and both sides suffered losses in the end. One of the forces is very identifiable. The black gilded robes and black large-brimmed hats all over the place make it impossible for anyone other than the black guards. Their presence is also the main reason why local residents dare not approach them.
The other force is very interesting. There were a large number of people and well-equipped equipment, but they were the targets of massacre by the black-clad guards. Dozens of corpses fell with their backs towards the center of the battlefield. Apparently, he tried to escape when the battle was one-sided, but was killed by the enemy from behind.
On the bodies of these people, George found a very familiar family emblem-the Macbeth family.
Why are Macbeth's family troops here? Why did he fight with the black guards? Countless questions arose in George's mind, and curiosity drove him to get closer to the battlefield to investigate more information.
Suddenly, a blood-stained hand emerged from the ground near George. After pushing hard a few times, a large, mud-covered face wearing a cavalry hat with the Macbeth family crest printed on it finally emerged. .
"Young man, silver hair, black plush cloak, may I ask if you are... Viscount George?"
After seeing George on the side, the big face buried under the cavalry hat immediately realized his current embarrassment. He struggled a few times quickly, trying to crawl out of the soil as soon as possible, but he didn't want to because he didn't have any help. But the body didn't come out at all.
"Yes, brother, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later when you come out."
Amused by this cavalryman who looked like an Akita dog stuck in the doorway, George smiled while reaching out his hand to help him pull up.
He never expected that with this pull, a "big carrot" would be uprooted.
Following George's strength, the knight, together with the mount under his crotch, finally rushed out of the earth. The moment he rushed out, George saw clearly what kind of dirt was pressing on the knight's body. It was clearly the corpses of dozens of black-clad guards!
After one person and one horse jumped out of the ground, they took a step forward, turned around, and stopped. Their smooth movements made it impossible to find any sense of disharmony. Although the armors on the cavalry and his mounts were in tatters, and the physical strength of each man and horse was at the end of his strength, the chilling aura subconsciously exuding from him still made George's nerves tighten unconsciously.
George had just met the Imperial God of War James Tarris and a group of warriors belonging to the Knights of Champions. However, because their mounts were taken away, the previous battles were limited to the raids of these elite warriors in the Temple of Inquisition. George's understanding and evaluation of champion knights is limited to the level of "elite human warriors, Crusader Guards and above".
However, the champion knight in front of George has all the equipment and mounts. One person and one ride are in unison, with perfect understanding. This level of cooperation, coupled with the empire's top equipment, makes the combat power of the cavalry and mounts superimposed. Quantitative changes have reached qualitative changes, and the quality of his individual soldiers far exceeds that of ordinary flesh and blood bodies. Even when compared with the cutting-edge force of the power camp-Thunderbird, there is not much difference!
This is the pride of mankind, the strongest Tier 4 unit of the Parada Empire today, the Champion Knight!
However, the champion knight's face was covered in mud and his hands kept slapping away dust, which made George unable to respect the strong.
"Mr. Cavalry, how should I call you?" George, who couldn't wait any longer, launched a simple water polo technique and washed the champion knight with some mysophobia from head to toe.
"Ah...Thank you, Mr. George. I'm really ashamed to ask you to help me again. My name is Don Quixote Macbeth, the commander of the Macbeth family's first garrison."
The champion knight who called himself Don Quixote Macbeth scratched his helmet in shame. His fighting energy was exhausted and he was buried underground. At this time, he couldn't even shake the dust and mud off his body.
"Mr. Commander, why don't you tell me what happened here."
"As you wish!"
After some talk from Knight Don Quixote and some known information, George finally successfully escaped Xantos, and the situation in the blacksmith shop was completely completed.
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