The young man wearing an Eastern Roman Empire-style fillered hat-knit helmet was nervously swinging the sword in his hand towards the stout man in the baron Emond's team, who was covered in mud.

The thick man covered in dry mud and called McKinson was definitely a tough guy. He had no intention of dodging. He just blocked the large one-handed armed axe in his hand in an understatement. He could only hear a crisp sound of iron collision. Komuning's young comrade's hands were almost unconscious by the huge force, and the dagger in his hand almost flew out.

But since this young warrior was able to escape from the slave ship with Komuning and survived his life for so long, he obviously had two brushes. He almost intuitively raised his left hand holding the shield and blocked him. Sure enough, he immediately felt the huge kinetic energy from his left hand in the splash of wood chips.

The strong man's attack had no intention of pause. The sharp armed axe quickly hit and slashed the young Dongluo warrior's shield, which was gradually damaged beyond recognition.

"Damn it, it's not a solution to continue like this!" The young Dongluo warrior on the far left of the front line was anxious as if he was an ant on a hot pan. He was really worried that when the not-so-sturdy wooden shield would be cut through. In that case, the only one who faced the sharp armed axe was his arm with only a thin layer of leather wrist guard protection.

"The opportunity is here, this stupid bear is exhausted!" The young warrior from Donglu felt that the muddy warrior swung his axe slower than the other time, and his breathing gradually became louder, and his mind was unable to help but be active. He was about to take advantage of the time when the muddy and thick man swung his axe and quickly set off his sword and inserted the short sword into his chest, completely ending the damn passive beating situation.

"Drink, go to death!"

The young Dongluo warrior seized the opportunity and quickly stepped forward and stabbed a sword in the gap when the muddy and thick man had just pulled out his axe. However, what he happened to face was not a pair of terrified eyes, but a pair of traitors who had succeeded in their plans.

"Puff!"

For some reason, the muddy and thick man actually changed his slump and slashed at the young Dongluo warrior at a very fast speed.

For a moment, blood spurted out from the arm of the Dongluo warrior. A large piece of red blood spots that did not belong to him appeared on the thick man, who was originally covered in yellow and dry soil. An extremely tragic howl came out from the fierce slashing sound.

"No, Luke!" Komuning turned his head when he heard the sound, but what he saw was the forearm of the young comrade who had accompanied him all the way and the terrifying wounds that exposed the white bones that were constantly gushing out from red blood.

"Um!"

Another axe, blood and minced meat splattered from the young Dongluo warrior's face, and then fell weakly to the ground in the direction of the thick man's axe. The body kept spasming and twitching in a pool of growing blood.

Komuning was stunned for a moment. He felt that time seemed to be starting to slow down, the air began to become sticky, and all memories of Luke continued to flow into his mind.

"Sir, I have seen you before. I am the son of the carpenter in the village next to you. My name is Luke. God, it is really not easy to find people you know in this army full of strangers, haha." As the baggage carriage and the armor of the soldiers rubbed and collided, a young man with a familiar ragged hat shyly spoke to Komuning.

"Sir, this is a trap, we are in a trap!" The heat waves blowing from the dry air of the Samarian Emir country wrapped in tiny sand and slapped Komuning's face. A jujube wood spear flying at high speed became bigger and bigger in Komuning's eyes, but were blocked by a familiar brown-eyed comrade holding a thick wooden shield.

"This is our only chance to survive. Sir, no matter what success or failure, I will do my best to follow you to fight a path of blood." In the wet and dark slave cabin of the slave ship, which was mixed with all kinds of odor and musty smell, under the faint fire light shining outside the prison door, Luke's bright eyes looked at Komuning eagerly like a torch.

"There are robbers ambushing! Sir, please take your supplies and your compatriots back. Just leave it here to us!" Arrows flew across the forest road of the Principal of Provence. Luke and his comrades immediately held up their shields and blocked the refugees who escaped from the slave ship together.

"Sir, are we considered poaching? No matter so many, people are almost hungry to put their backs on their chests. Alas, when will this day be like this? I don't know when I can return to my hometown, nor do I know how my father and mother are like!" In a dense forest in the Duchy of Swabian, Komuning and his surviving comrades were eating the rabbit meat from hunting under the bright moonlight. Lu Ke lowered his head and said sadly.

Along the way, Komuning grew up from a little white who had never seen blood, from a sentimental person who would cry for his deceased comrades when others slept in the night to an old bird who had been covered in blood in the battlefield and was used to seeing a parting of life and death. However, facing the tragic situation of his partner who had been with him who had been with him before going to the battle in Dongluo, he was still greatly touched in his heart.

"No, no! Hell, ahhh!" Komuning's elderly middle-aged comrade Alexander shouted loudly, his heart was overturned, enduring great sorrow, and opened the sword stabbed by the Emund Baron in front of him, but turned to defense to attack, and actually beat the Emund soldier who had just gained the advantage in front of him so hard that he couldn't raise his head.

However, a person's sudden outbreak and bravery cannot change the entire situation of the battle.

"Look, look, the left and right wings of the sir Simon's team are about torn apart! My friend, today the goddess of luck did not favor you, you are going to pay money again!" The old potter in the civilian audience tightly clamped the wooden fence on the edge of the competition venue, and shouted excitedly to the fat businessman next to him who was ashamed.

Miller on the far right side was somewhat defeated by the veteran Guyon who was facing him. He was hit by an axe in his abdomen, but was blocked by the strong mail. Fortunately, he was fine. But Miller's attack speed and strength after being hit by this axe could not help but drop a lot. He almost struggled to withstand the enemy's storm-like attack while retreating in small steps.

"Stop being stunned, are you afraid of your life?" Back in the middle of the competition, Gabriel helped Komuning block the sword that was cut by a soldier with nausea in his ears, and shouted loudly at Komuning, who had not recovered. This shout made Komuning quickly wake up from his grief, come back to his senses, and hold the dagger that was still dripping with blood in his hand.

"Damn it! I, I must kill the dirty dog ​​thing that is stuck in mud on my body with my own hands!"

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At this time, Simon was fighting with Baron Edmund in no way, and had no time to care about what happened next to him. Both sides were carefully looking for the opponent's flaws in order to quickly defeat the opponent and open up the situation.

"Hehe, timid mouse, your cover helmet looks quite valuable. I really don't know where you, a poor guy, got it. But it doesn't matter. I don't care at all, because this helmet will be my spoil in a while. Maybe I have to say thank you in advance, thank you for your generous gift." Baron Edmund is really a talkative person. Every time the two of them fight, they can't help but talk. Perhaps they hope to infuriate their opponents in this way, disturb their minds, and reveal their flaws.

"Haha, dear Baron Edmund, I think your sword is pretty good, and it's even gilded. It's a pity that it's a bad thing. It's so insulting to put it in the hands of a lady like you, who has no power to tie up. It's just right for me to use. In addition, I once heard a gypsy say that one day I'll fight a lowly illegitimate child on the court. Judging from all the signs, is that illegitimate child the only one you?" Simon scoffed at Baron Edmund's mockery and immediately retorted, which made Baron Edmund's face red in anger for a moment, and even his hands holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Although Baron Edmund was trying to control his emotions, he still couldn't help but attack Simon, an ignorant young man.

"Table!"

Simon held the sword in both hands and raised his hand to block the sword that was slashing straight towards his forehead. Before Baron Edmund could withdraw his sword, he made a quick decision and stepped forward and kicked Baron Edmund in the abdomen. Simon also wanted to take the opportunity to swing the sword and slash Baron Edmund at Baron Edmund who had hit him, but the latter had already retreated quickly with caution, and distanced himself from Simon, holding the sword again.

This kick left a smelly and disgusting footprint-like filth on the bright burqa that Baron Edmund put on the outside. Although it was not very harmful, it was extremely insulting.

"Silly Donkey!" Baron Edmund looked down at his burqa that was sticking to feces and smelly at this moment, and his face turned green. He raised his head and shouted at Simon, but he rushed up like a stupid donkey.

"He's anxious!" Simon thought to himself, looking at the sword that Baron Edmund slashed from his head, lifted his arm to his head and blocked the attack.

However, Simon, who had a lot of experience, suddenly felt something was wrong, and it was already a little too late to react.

"No, this bold and careful Edmund, this sword is only half a sword!" Simon felt that his sword was just lightly hit, and then a huge pain came from his chest.

"No! Young Master!" The fat man beside Simon was shocked.

"Simon!" In the noble audience, Rejel stood up anxiously, shouting loudly with a hoarse voice.

"Oh!" Baron Berg closed his eyes tiredly and touched his forehead with his broad palm.
Chapter completed!