Rise In Calradia

As the night darkened, the rain dissipated along with the dark clouds, revealing the bright moon that had been hiding behind the clouds, like a shy beauty in a new outfit showing her figure in front of everyone, and the silver brilliance suddenly spilled over the entire land.

The breeze blew across the grass, making a sound of "sand", and countless raindrops stuck to the leaves swayed down, like another light rain, falling on the beetles sneaking up, scaring them to hide again Place. In this wilderness area in the suburbs, everything is so natural and peaceful.

But with the arrival of an uninvited guest, all this peace was broken.

The huge four-legged animals quickly stepped across the grass, stomping the grass that had just drunk the rain to give life to the soil, and the insects ran and avoided in horror. The little beasts that came out for food also scattered and fled on the flat grass. The monster just guessed an ugly road, full of broken grass and mud.

The monster ran wildly on the grass for a long time, stepped on the flat ground, over the undulating hills, until the sound of the river could be clearly heard, then slowed down and stopped gradually. At this time, all the hearing creatures around could hear the heavy breathing.

A person wearing armor that can no longer see the color also jumped off his horse, dragging his tired body and leading the horse to the river, letting the horse drink some river water.

"Where is this ghost place?"

Obviously, the owner of this horse, our Lord of Swadia Baron Von Byron, who is known for his bravery, can't feel the charm of the nature around him at all. He frowned and fumbled out the pocket of flint and flint from his backpack on horseback, but before he could find some dry wood to make a fire, the sound of birds in the distance made him shiver and shivered. The blood-stained mace was also held in his hand.

"No, it will be troublesome if the fire light attracts the Nords."

Without knowing where he is, Byron must prepare for the worst. He didn't want to attract a group of Nord fighters who wanted to take his life or capture him in exchange for ransom because of the fire, even if he was cold and tired now, and desperately needed a fire for warmth.

After carefully observing the surrounding environment, he carefully took off his armor. Without the help of an attendant, this was a very laborious job. He took off all the armor and weapons, and took off the armed clothes under the armor, leaving only a shirt on him. He tried to find some food in the backpack on the horse's back, but this was his war horse after all. Apart from a little oatmeal for feeding the horse, all that was left on the horse was spare weapons and gold for emergency use. Byron had no choice. He couldn't eat iron and gold, so he could only share those oatmeal cakes with Thunder. At least that was food, although it was unpalatable and toothy.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of oatmeal, Byron tried to go to the meeting a few hours before what happened. During the battle, arrows and axes hit his head more than once, although it was generally harmless, but it made his mind a little confused.

He remembered the tragic battle when he led the crowd to rush out of the siege. The Nords seemed to have received some order, and they used their bodies to block their horses in a desperate manner, and forcibly stopped their charge with their lives. Fatis and his cavalrymen desperately escorted him out of the encirclement, but most of the soldiers were left behind and completely surrounded by the Nords. They wanted to escape back to the battlefield on the Swadia side, but what was unexpected was that King Haraus retreated his troops, and the Nord army advanced further. Everywhere they looked, they were Nord soldiers.

Their small group of troops saw Byron's shiny gilded plate armor, which was high-quality equipment that only the lord could afford, and rushed towards them in a swarm. They had to change their course. Where there were few Nords, they charged towards which side, dozens of heavy cavalry, just escorted Byron all the way to the rush, and when they completely rushed out of the battlefield, the men next to Byron There is less than half. Either they got separated in the charge, or was dragged off by the Nords and besieged to death.

But when they rushed out of this battlefield, they discovered that a cavalry with more than one hundred and well-armed was waiting for them on the periphery of the battlefield. In addition to the many Nord warriors who rode on horses, there are also many hired riders in there. Byron and Fatis use their butts to know what will happen if the two sides really fought against each other.

At this moment, Fatis truly embodies what is called chivalry. He resolutely led his family's cavalry to stay entangled with the Nord cavalry, and asked Johnny to **** Byron to escape quickly (in fact, from the perspective of strength, this actually adds a burden to Byron). Byron had wanted to leave with Fatis, but he refused, saying that he would not leave behind the vassals who supported him, and Byron must return to the fief to regroup and persuade Byron not to stay and take advantage of this opportunity. Hurry and leave.

Finally, Byron left with tears and told Fatis to live to see him no matter what. And his knight, the cavalry heroically led launched a final charge towards an enemy ten times his own...

Byron took Johnny, and the two of them ran all the way, and along the way, small groups of cavalry and Nord patrols who were in charge of chasing and intercepting them continued to attack them. They fled all the way. Byron had to hide in the forest and found a place. Let the horse rest for a while. But before they could rest well, the Nords reappeared behind them. During that escape, Johnny rode away most of the chasing soldiers and gave Byron a chance to escape the forest.

After that, he was running around like headless flies, until the sky dimmed and the thunder was exhausted, and he was forced to find a place to rest. When he came back to think about his situation, he had already lost his way. However, judging from the surrounding environment, he is more likely to run to Nord's side.

When thinking about these things, sleepiness gradually hit him. He just lay on the grass and fell asleep without a comfortable bed or pillow. Only the thunder that heard him snoring all night knew how heavy he was sleeping.

When the sun shines on his face the next morning, Byron suddenly wakes up from his sleep. The first thing he does after waking up is to look around him and make sure that he is not in the Nord’s dungeon. Or in the robber's shack. Fortunately, everything is normal, his armor is still in place, but the clothes and cloaks hanging there are still dry. It took him almost an hour to re-arm himself. Wearing these armors without the assistance of others was a disaster. It was even more tiring than fighting on the battlefield. At this time, he was wearing chain armor and those expensive plate armors. Parts, stuffed the too eye-catching gold-plated breastplate into the bag, stuffed all the clothes and decorations with its own emblem except the most important seal into a separate package, took the short knife and the pocket crossbow and ran to one. Among the bushes, dig holes to bury them. He didn't dare to throw it away or throw it into the river at will. If he was found out, he would be miserable if he reported it to the nearby Nord patrol.

But when he had just packed these things and was about to go back, the thunder's angry hiss made his hair stand up. He immediately grabbed his crossbow and dagger, and the cat ran back to the previous position. Only then did he discover that two young men in linen clothes and yelling in the Nord dialect were trying to lead their horses. One of them was holding the reins of Thunder with his back arched and the other was busy. Untie the knot tied to the tree. That knot was tied by Byron last night. It got damp and is now very difficult to understand. The Nord, who dyed his hair golden with soapstone, has already started to cut it with a knife. It's up. It can be seen that these two guys are like poachers, and now they are interested in Byron's horses.

The Thunder is Byron's beloved and the best BMW in a million. The behavior of these two little thieves angered Byron. He didn't care if the other party had any accomplices, and shot an arrow at the Nord who cut the rope, shooting it through his heart. Another Nord was jumped by this sudden situation. When he found his friend was lying on the ground and a man in armor with a weapon rushed towards him angrily, he dropped the rein in fright. Began to run away.

But unfortunately, he ran in the wrong direction. He ran away from behind Thunder, only to be smashed into the river by the angry war horse. When he was struggling to climb ashore, Byron grabbed his neck with one hand and pressed the sword against his heart.

"Dr??bmigikke. (Please, don't kill me

At this moment, the Nord was trembling all over and begged Byron for mercy, the yellow liquid under his crotch polluted the river on the bank.

"Jegsp??rgerdig, hvorerdettested? (I ask you, where is this? Thanks to the power of the system, after reading many Nordic poems, Byron has been able to use Nordic for some simple communication.

"Gelberg, deterGelberg! (Jerberg, this is Jerberg! Replied in horror.

"Hvorerdenn??rmestelandsby? (Where is the nearest village? At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Byron's anger was half gone, and in the mouth of the poacher, he learned some useful news.

The poacher trembling and pointed his finger in one direction. Byron nodded in satisfaction, and then the sword-holding hand increased a little bit: "Congratulations, you are going to meet your gods, the thief who died in the hands of the warrior. !"

After Byron finished speaking, the short sword quickly penetrated the linen cloth and skin, and penetrated deeply into the opponent's heart.

The man opened his eyes wide, feeling the blood constantly seeping from his heart, and Byron pushed him into the river, watching his blood stain red water, watching his body sink to the bottom of the river.

"Hey, it's a pity. I originally wanted them to look more like they were killed by robbers. It was a miscalculation." After killing people, Byron suddenly became regretful.

"I should really study hard with Kress."

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