Although it was afternoon, the dense thicket of trees was very gloomy. The troops took a short rest during the march, drank some water and ate some food. Everyone was confused because these few days of marching seemed to have no goal at all, just constantly circling in the dark area, sometimes even dividing into smaller groups. Although these divisions were on a scale of three hundred wild camps, the main force of the nobles had also been divided before, but it was only a brief separation, basically re-concentrating within a day, and so on.

  This undoubtedly made many people feel discontent, especially the knights, but they would not openly confront for now. Indeed, after a commotion, a brief sound of fighting was heard.

  "My lord, must it really be death?" asked Pamol, stepping forward.

  In front of a platoon, a sturdy soldier was captured, with his mouth stuffed with clothes, his face covered in blood, and he muttered curses.

  "I've said it before, disobeying orders will result in immediate death!" Fang Xin took a deep breath and slowly drew his long sword: "Take him away, hang him to death!"

  At this moment, the remaining soldiers were reorganized into a team of thirty elite guards, with Casey being chosen as their leader. With a sly smile, he put the rope around his neck and hung it from a tree. With a sudden pull, the soldier's sturdy body began to struggle violently, kicking the tree trunk with all his might, causing the tree to shake back and forth with each kick.

  Indeed, he was a soldier who had been hanged and yet still possessed such great strength.

  But he was only human, and there wasn't much time left; his kicking grew weaker, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, his eyes glazed over, and his body went into the death throes.

  The knight watching had a gloomy face, but didn't say anything. This was the eleventh one along the way. The savior acted ruthlessly and heartlessly, making everyone feel a mix of anger and awe.

  These feelings, all were seen by Fang Xin, but even if the overall goal is to gain merit, however for war, these things are all must-haves of military law, establishing the foundation of authority through mysticism and cruel military law - of course, Fang Xin also knew that now it's almost time to reach the limit, if he can't achieve a great victory, he will almost be counter-attacked.

  Fang Xin had no chance to command people's hearts and armies before, but now that he has put it into practice, he finds it is not difficult.

  Fang Xin took a deep breath, no longer looking at the still slightly trembling body, and quietly waited... The time was almost up, Fang Xin felt: "Pass it on, don't light it, take out the bread and meat slices, distribute them, today is for two people, understand?"

  The two knights exchanged a glance, and one of them said emotionlessly, "Yes, I'll give the order at once, milord!"

  Hearing the knight's voice, Fang Xin shuddered involuntarily in the dark. This voice was a kind of coldness from the heart, a kind of accumulated discontent. Fang Xin looked into the distance, without even turning his head, and his tone was also spewing icy chill: "Since that's the case, then go do it!"

  Due to the prohibition on starting a fire, the 1,300-strong army wandered around the jungle in circles for six short days. Food was about to run out, and abnormal casualties caused by wild beasts and venomous snakes had already reached 111 people - they were powerless to fight.

  At this moment, a black shadow appeared beside Fang Xin, whispering something in his ear. Fang Xin listened and finally revealed a hint of a smile, the time had come.

  "Gather all knights, prepare for battle!" Fang Xin gave the order.

  As soon as they heard the words "prepare for battle", all the knights looked at each other in dismay, then gathered together and advanced. One thousand two hundred soldiers were immediately summoned to follow the knights forward.

  And almost simultaneously, a legion of dark knights numbering up to five hundred was preparing to emerge from the forest.

  When the shrill whistling sound pierced the air and entered the ears of High-ranking Dark Knight, Jan Blatcher, he was somewhat numb and did not react.

  In the past six days, his enemies had launched countless surprise attacks with bows and arrows, it was too much, that damned Hannit, who kept circling in the thicket, but did not dare to confront him head-on, as soon as he got close, there would be these guys lurking in the dark shooting cold arrows to block him.

  But as he emerged from the jungle, suddenly, Jane Bratcher's eyes snapped tight because he felt danger, and the sky turned black.

  "A hail of arrows", this was not a lone archer, but rather hundreds of them firing in unison, amidst the flashing lights and flames, Jane Bratcher raised her small shield.

  The shield clattered loudly, Jane Bratcher let out a muffled grunt, the spot where the small shield hadn't covered was splattered with blood on her shoulder, and almost at the same time, her two attendants in front of her convulsed for a second before heavily falling to the ground.

  In this instant, fifty dark warriors were deprived of their lives.

  It was almost a battle instinct, Jane Bratcher roared: "Charge!"

  This sound, resounded throughout the space, and a black light flashed on Jane Bratcher's body. Immediately, the eyes of the nearby dark soldiers turned red, and they let out a roar, rushing up to follow, but in the dense forest, they had just started, and within a short minute, their speed couldn't be increased.

  "Second wave, fire!" Not far away, at this point in time, came the icy command voice, causing Jan Bratcher to tremble suddenly, and in his eyes, he saw rows of archers drawing their bows, at which point he suddenly felt a strong aversion to the thick fog in the dark forest. This was not only because only Dark Knights could see through the dense fog, but more importantly, the enemy's archers couldn't see clearly tens of meters away from the charge - the ignorant are fearless, and can wait for orders to shoot arrows in a specified direction.

  But in the blink of an eye, this trepidation disappeared, replaced by that deep-seated yearning, a yearning for fresh blood, a yearning for slaughter, a yearning for death, a yearning for darkness. This is the irrepressible yearning after advancing to become a Dark Knight.

  "Peng", another rain of arrows, Jane Bratcher grasped a long spear on the horseback with one hand, and threw it out with all her might. Instantly, the long spear flew out, she clearly saw that this long spear was inserted from the front chest of an archer to his back, and fresh blood spurted out from the front and back of his body.

  The heavy armor and small shield clanged loudly on his body, the arrowheads breaking off on the hard parts, but from behind came the dense sound of piercing into flesh.

  A dark light flashed on Jian Bratcher's body, and he suddenly accelerated his speed. Finally, he appeared in front of the archer, saw the archer's panicked expression, and was filled with pride. His eyes were filled with a fierce desire for revenge.

  Just then, a menacing voice came from the air, he hadn't reacted yet, his body was already trembling violently, the knight's armor couldn't even block it, the icy arrow tore through muscle and internal organs, blood was sprayed out by the huge pressure, dyeing a patch of air red, this powerful impact sent him flying off the horseback, slamming onto the ground.

  The dark knight's powerful warhorse was still charging forward, trampling several archers in an instant. However, the horse's hooves snapped off, and it let out a mournful cry as it fell to the ground with a heavy thud, accompanied by the sound of shattering bones - both the horse's and those of the people crushed beneath it. Upon hearing this, High-ranking Dark Knight Jan Bratcher's heart sank into darkness - What is this? No, this is a crossbow, fired at close range directly at him!

  That damned Hannett, he's actually using a weapon that goes against the code of chivalry!

  Consciousness had sunk into darkness, Jane Bratcher's last consciousness was to hear the familiar spell voice, and then her last bit of consciousness turned blank.