War came earlier than expected, before sunrise, the castle's bell rang out.

  The bell tolls incessantly and can be heard almost within a radius of ten miles around.

  At this time, Fang Xin was eating porridge. At this point in time, a month had already passed and he had become familiar with the situation within his territory. As a free citizen, due to his occupation as a messenger, he began to get familiar with riding horses and also trained in the Yue Men swordsmanship, making some progress.

  He has an income, but when it comes to eating, he still eats black bread and oatmeal porridge.

  For Hanni, this was already good food, but for Fang Xin, it was simply something pigs would eat. Thinking of the fragrant roast duck and fine wine he had enjoyed in his original world made him feel like there was a difference between heaven and earth.

  Upon hearing the bell toll, Fang Xin suddenly froze for a moment, and a memory emerged.

  At once, he immediately threw away the half-eaten porridge, put on his armor and grabbed his long sword, vigilantly gazing outside - where the sound of horseshoes was coming from.

  "The army of Count Brieman is approaching, all vassals must retreat to the castle before tonight!" A loud voice echoed from the fog, accompanied by the neighing of a horse.

  Take a few more steps forward, and it was only then that I realized that with the sound, the nearby tenants were all shouting loudly, they seemed to have been prepared early, frantically coming out of the grass nest.

  "Hannett, you've done well. Go to the castle quickly, the Baron wants to see you." The knight saw Fang Xin fully armed, which was very conspicuous in the chaotic crowd.

  "Yes, Sir Jasmyn, I'll go at once." Fang Xin suddenly remembered.

  The man was Ser Jaremy Rykker, one of the six knights of the lord, clad in heavy armor and accompanied by four knight-attendants. He looked to be around forty years old.

  The sky was overcast and the fog was very heavy. According to memory, Fang Xin quickly rushed towards a slightly farther castle. At this time, more than 20 soldiers had gathered in the castle. Seeing Fang Xin, they all recognized him and let him in directly.

  The castle was all bluestone, and in the morning the thin fog seeped into the house through the high and narrow windows bit by bit.

  Building a stone castle costs a lot of money and takes many years to complete, and this castle is no exception. The grain stored in the castle can generally be used for one year, and a garrison of about 100 people can resist ten times as many enemies. The baron's castle has been passed down for 500 years.

  Misty air fills the stone walls, footsteps echoing.

  "Is it another war with Count Bremen? Immortal and indestructible? What kind of person is he?"

  Within this small territory, the evil legend of Count Bridesman is spreading. It is said that he obtained the power of the devil and became immortal. Every ten years or so, he rises up to invade and conquer in all directions, and the surrounding areas begin to resist.

  Hannett's family has already sacrificed two generations for this. Ten years ago, Hannett's father died in battle here.

  But it's strange that there is such a legend, why didn't other regions react and eliminate it?

  Fang Xin thought so when he walked into the inner city.

  He made his way through the hall, but couldn't walk in a straight line because there were many people inside. He wound his way past tables and between people.

  "Baron? Are you looking for me?"

  "Yes, the war has started again. You go and inform Chekley Ray Viscount, Hab Dabs Baron, Colenburn Taverner Baron, and also Eli Lickock Hereditary Knight, Everi Biddle Hereditary Knight, understand?" Lord Edy Derrick raised his tired head and handed over a stack of signed and sealed parchment papers.

  Without explaining why, it seemed to be a matter of course. Fang Xin took over the sheepskin paper and said in a humble yet serious tone: "I'll go now..."

  "Go choose a horse!" Baron Edi Driek handed over a small bag absent-mindedly: "Here, this is for you to use on the road, go quickly!"

  Fang Xing took over the money bag and looked around cautiously.

  Yu Ruyi gave him a very strong feeling. These people all carried a heavy and powerful aura, it was this aura that made him not dare to have any abnormalities at all.

  However, he still used the jade Ruyi to record their auras, among which one was particularly eye-catching, that is, an old man wearing a pastor's robe. This old man was also shrouded in black air, but on his body, there was a bright power flowing through.

  Later on, with the baron's orders, he obtained a horse, not a warhorse, which was something that only knights possessed, but it was enough to serve as a mount.

  "What a thick fog!" At this time, the sun came out, but the fog had not yet dispersed.

  "Yes, every day there is a thick fog that only clears up at noon. It won't completely disperse until the evil Count Briemann fails!" The old groom said with a cough.

  Fang Xin didn't say another word, he obtained some basic riding skills and quickly led the horse out of the castle. Once outside the castle, he jumped onto the horse's back and galloped towards his destination in memory.

  The fog was indeed very large, and in the fog, from the already withered cornfield edge, galloping by, in this breath, Fang Xin felt as if he was in a horror European movie - far away on the horizon, there were only a few lonely trees, those branches strangely pointing towards the sky, combined with the coldness, creating an atmosphere that was simply too similar.

  Just then, Yu Ruyi suddenly moved, Fang Xin subconsciously dodged, and heard a "plop" sound. After a few seconds, Fang Xin finally understood what had happened.

  Even if he was used to killing and being decisive, he had never truly faced such an experience - an arrow was now lodged in the trunk of a tree behind him, penetrating three inches, and strangely, the tree seemed to wither and die at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  From Yu Ruyi's perspective, it can be seen that the arrow carries a thick dark aura, and Fang Xin's face suddenly turned pale.

  "Ah, he actually dodged it, go, kill him!" A terrifying voice came from the fog, the voice was hoarse.

  In the darkness, a group of people emerged. In the center was a dark knight riding a war horse and wearing armor, surrounded by nine others armed with various weapons, including an archer.

  As soon as he appeared, Fang Xin immediately rolled off his horse and rushed into the dense fog of the forest.

  He rushed into the woods, and suddenly he felt something, and immediately rolled on the ground again. Sure enough, with a "poof" sound, another arrow grazed his back and shot empty, falling onto a tree trunk. However, Fang Xin rolled in and disappeared from sight.

  The fog was too thick, but Fang Xing didn't notice at all. In Yu Ruyi's eyes, although the surroundings were shrouded in dark energy, the ten enemies' bodies had a heavy dark energy, like several candles. The black knight in the middle was almost as bright as a torch.

  Six men advanced slowly, the knights did not enter, and the archers also stayed outside. The knights' horses were not suitable for the thicket, and the archers were the same. As for the other two, they were the knights' attendants and would not leave.