Before them lay the corpses of three hundred dark soldiers and two hundred noble troops, their blood congealed into ice. Busy soldiers and peasants stripped the bodies of clothing and armor, then burned them - yes, burned them - for in the depths of the Dark Territory, it was traditional to cremate the dead to ward off evil influences.

  Fang Xin was very interested in this, and with his calm gaze, he watched these busy figures. The thirty imperial guards dispersed, forming a subtle formation that would prevent any possible attack. Further away, the camp was set up, with 350 people remaining after about 50 casualties. However, they had all become accustomed to collective combat, and their weapons and equipment had been replenished with victory.

  And at a short distance, there is a castle, the castle and manor are completely different, the castle is a defensive fortress built with solid stone materials, the stone wall is surrounded by a moat, a drawbridge and a gatehouse to protect the only gate of the castle.

  Round arrow towers shot arrows down, catapults were desperately hitting a section of the city wall, where nearly a thousand nobles' army was.

  Fang Xin's eyes flickered, and at this moment, no one was staring directly into his eyes. Otherwise, they would have seen the contempt, coldness, and self-confidence that bordered on arrogance in his pupils. Since being ambushed last time, Fang Xin naturally understood the key to it. Not only did he recall the troops from the wild camp, but also used the tactics of dividing the troops to fight separately, and citing the reason that they were not good at attacking cities, he directly ordered them to come down and let the noble army attack this castle.

  Borrowing a knife to kill someone, it's obvious what he did. So what? He is still the commander and has won two major victories, solidifying his position. The implementation of his power struggles has always relied on momentum rather than secrecy.

  However, after annihilating 800 dark soldiers in the wild, this castle has only about 100 soldiers left. Otherwise, the noble army would not have agreed to attack the castle. Therefore, the battle of the castle is also nearing its end. Sure enough, it didn't take long for a cavalryman to arrive. Facing the approaching cavalryman, he calmly assessed and estimated the casualties of the noble army.

  "My lord, our army has breached the castle!"

  "How many casualties did our army suffer?"

  "Our casualties are around 150 men." The cavalryman replied, "About 100 were killed in action."

  Fang Xin's eyes narrowed slightly, he had already obtained the most valuable intelligence. When they set out, the noble army had about 1,300 troops. In the wilderness, there were natural casualties of about 100, and after two battles, they lost another 300. This time, they lost another 100, now they only have around 800 left.

  Of course, there are about 700 aristocratic troops behind, but unless they are cleaned up, not a single one will be left on the territory, otherwise, at most, there can be mobilized about 300.

  "Three hundred against a thousand? Fang Xin estimated the ratio of the army, hesitated for a moment, and without seeing Isadore Hagtifa, he couldn't help but sneer: 'Convey my order, the whole army will enter the castle and gather in the square.'"

  "Is it a summons?"

  Sir Ike Boest was dismounting, removing his blood-soaked armor when he heard the command and stopped, looking at Sir Imogen Busie.

  Seeing his eyes, Imogen Busi let out a cold laugh and said: "Let's go first and see what else this savior has to say."

  Imogen Bouch's reaction was not unexpected, Ike Boest. The rule of the nobility is deeply rooted, and as a knight, it is rare to be promoted from free people, most are noble family members or branch children, so they are also considered core members, naturally understanding the meaning above, or at least understanding part of it.

  Although it is said that this Hanni is indeed very powerful, but it's not enough to make them betray the interests of their family.

  "Almost every knight knows that now the Dark Legion has two thousand people, and has lost one thousand three hundred. The main force has been destroyed. Now is the time to take advantage of the victory and attack. Whether or not there is a savior seems to be irrelevant anymore. I think our lord should have received the news and be preparing to set out."

  "What you said makes sense, so we must make preparations!"

  "Hannett the Free Man, Hannett the Knight, Hannett the Gentleman, Hannett the Savior. Maybe we should call him Saint Hannett, shouldn't we? A great and martyred saint!" Ike Boest looked at his companions with a cruel snicker: "What a pity that my arrow didn't kill him last time! His luck is really good."

  "He is a martyr of fate, while we are the favored ones. The gods will surely bring down storms to strike our enemies and deliver victory into our hands." Imogen Busi's gaze swept over as she said, "However, your last move was a bit too hasty, I think. Each of the lordly masters won't like your impulsive actions, although I also want to kill this arrogant guy who thinks he's above everyone else."

  "Oh, my friend, I always feel that this person should not be allowed to continue on, of course, the lord's opinion is correct, let us let him live a few more days!"

  At this time, Clemency Kivos walked over, both knights fell silent and quickened their pace. The knight's circle was small, so everyone's reaction and psychology were basically understood. This middle-aged knight was extremely taciturn, speaking little, but his movements and eyes were equally sharp and piercing - his martial skills could not be underestimated, and he trusted Harnett very much, especially after winning several consecutive victories.

  Only a knight who has been through many battles can understand that this is not too intense battle means the art of war, or luck.

  Unconsciously, knights also split into two camps.

  Arriving at the square, thousands of excited soldiers were loudly discussing, they were stirred up by victory.

  On the high platform in the center, those who could go up were naturally knights. The knights were relatively silent, looking at each other and surrounding a strange atmosphere.

  The four seats naturally belonged to two great figures and two magicians, while others could only stand on both sides.

  Suddenly, a loud trumpet sounded, and instantly almost every soldier stood up straight, no longer speaking. Indeed, Fang Xin, wearing knight armor, walked over with bloodstains on his body, but under the sunlight, he was shining with dazzling brilliance.

  Behind him were thirty attendants.

  "It's time for the Savior to make his appearance." Fang Xin stepped forward, and the Jade-like Intent suddenly shook, its spiritual power expanding across the entire high platform. On the platform, almost all of the knights felt this extraordinary aura in an instant, and it was unclear which knight first bowed down to pay their respects, while the other knights also involuntarily bowed their heads, as if facing the highest lord.

  Fang Xin didn't even look at the knight, his gaze swept across the entire arena, and suddenly the whole scene fell silent.

  "I believe everyone has a good understanding of me. I come from a tenant farmer's family, my ancestors have been fighting for five generations, my father and grandfather both sacrificed themselves in the ten-year war when I was only 10 years old, you can imagine how difficult my family situation was at that time."

  A commotion broke out in the field, and everyone was forced to recall painful past events.

  "My first experience of battle was when I was twenty years old, the Baron sent me to deliver a message. That year, as everyone remembers, on my way there, I single-handedly killed a Dark Knight, eliminated ten soldiers and was knighted as an apprentice knight. Later, with three cavalrymen, we annihilated the dark army that invaded a village."

  "Sir, I am one of the survivors from that village. Our whole village thanks you. Without you, we wouldn't be alive today." At this point, a soldier bravely stood out in the square.

  The merits are burning, turning into spiritual strength that envelops the whole scene, pulling their emotions. Fang Xin smiled and opened his mouth, every word deeply entering people's hearts, making them feel shocked and fearful. The heart of reverence was born from the bottom of their hearts. He continued to speak: "Although the war has won a victory, it is not enough. Why do we have to go through so much suffering? Why do we have to endure pain and separation every ten years? Why do our sons have to sacrifice on the battlefield again and again?"