On the road from Tianjicheng to the Prince's Pass.

Gurulu

Horseshoes are treading on the soft ground, behind a row of horse-drawn carriages full of goods, the wheels make noises as they drive.

Under the banner of Wangzhongcheng, they had a white skull banner with a golden crown on a black background.

The family coat of arms and the name of the closed city come from the founder of the Manwudi family, who killed a river king in the area.

This is a batch of materials sent to the front line, mainly carrying Dorn wine used to treat soldiers, dried bacon, and some gold and silver.

Due to the high temperature and dryness throughout the year, Dorn cannot store fresh pork, beef, and mutton for a long time. He can only choose to dry it as soon as possible to remove the water and salt it to preserve it.

The Wangzhongcheng of the Manwudi family is very close to the Prince's Pass. Although they are not 'guardians of the pass', they have a close relationship with the Fule family in Tianjicheng.

This time the 'Guardian of the Pass' Franklin Fowler made a mistake and violated the laws of the kingdom, and he must be severely punished.

The Fowler family is also actively lobbying other Dorn nobles to join them. Although the Manvudi family did not expressly express that they would follow the Fowler family against the king, the risk of raising the flag is too high, but it still provides the defenders secretly. Provided some material support.

For example, this batch of reward materials will be transported to the back of the Prince's Pass, and the person who is now in charge of escorting this batch of materials is also Dickon Manwood, the second son of Earl Manwood.

The young Dorn aristocratic master is not a knight. Dorn is a little incompatible with other places in Westeros because of historical, cultural and other factors. Therefore, there are very few knights in Dorn.

At this moment Dickon Manwood was riding a war horse at the forefront of the team, whistling leisurely, looking very relaxed, without any defense.

He was wearing a sand-yellow robe with scale armor, a white turban on his head, a machete around his waist, and a neatly trimmed beard on his face.

Behind him, protecting and driving the carriage are twenty or thirty soldiers from Wangzhong City. They also wear sand-yellow leather armor with sculpted scales, holding a spear in one hand, and holding a metal texture in the other hand. Round shield.

The scorching sun above my head was like a fireball scorching the earth. There was no wind blowing, and the weather was unusually hot. All the Dorn soldiers who were responsible for escorting supplies walked for a long time. Sweat kept sliding down.

"Take a break, Master Dickon."

"The packhorse can't walk anymore."

One of the soldiers from Wang Tomb City really had no strength to walk, and couldn't help asking his young master.

Snapped--

But in exchange, a horse whip was drawn on his body, staggered and almost fell directly to the ground.

Dickon Manwudi, the second son of Wangzhongcheng, heard the soldier's request and did not hesitate to draw his whip. The smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold, stern voice.

"Hurry up!"

"You can't reach the pass before dark, do you want me to sleep in the wild with you?"

"Yes Yes..."

Seeing Master Dickon's anger, although the rest of Wang Tomb City's soldiers were exhausted, they dared not say anything. After all, the other party's father was the earl of King Tomb City, so he could only cheer up and grit his teeth and continue on the road.

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly came from the cliffs on both sides of the Prince's Pass Avenue above the head of this convoy.

"Kill them!"

Immediately, the more than twenty good players in the king's army seemed to have fallen from the sky. No one knew where they came from, waving a long sword in their hands and rushing towards them.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Dickon Manwudi, the second son of Wang Zhongcheng, was shocked when he saw this scene. Holding the rein with one hand, he controlled some frightened horses under his crotch, and hurriedly drew a machete from his waist.

"Damn it!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Immediately Dickon Manwood waved the machete in his hand, and loudly ordered the soldiers under his command.

And the Dorn soldiers didn't need Dickendo to say, naturally they clenched their weapons, they protected beside the carriage, looked at the enemy who was leaping towards them, rolled their throats slightly, and swallowed.

"kill!"

In the next moment, the pair was fighting in a group, and there were sounds of weapon collisions and screams everywhere.

"die!"

The Dorn soldiers in Wangzhong City resisted very bravely. However, because of their long journey in the scorching sun, their physical strength has been severely weakened, and several people even suffered from heat stroke.

How can the Dorn soldier in this state be the opponent of the warriors carefully selected by Jon Clinton from the army?

Therefore, the Dorn soldiers were quickly killed and retreated, until the last Dorn soldier was forced into desperation by Olifa.

"Go to hell!"

He roared and rushed over with a spear in his hand, facing the knight of the Oakhut family, the opponent easily dodged his attack, and then pierced his throat with a sword.

Then he drew out the long sword, and the corpse fell to the ground. The crooked knight in the bay area wiped the blood stains on the blade with the opponent's clothes, put the sword back in its sheath, and looked to the other side.

Here, Dickon Manwood, the second son of Wangzhong City, seemed to want to ride a war horse to break out of the encirclement in the chaos just now.

But Karen, a young Dorn as a guide, seized the opportunity to pounce on him, abruptly dragged him off the horse, fell to the ground, and was captured alive.

"Spare!"

"Spare!"

"Masters, I surrendered, I surrendered!"

At this moment, Wang Zhongcheng's second son had already had the turban off his head, and his face was completely ashamed and embarrassed.

Dickon Manwood took his life very much, and he knew that he couldn't escape after falling from the horse, so he simply threw away the scimitar in his hand~www.mtlnovel.com~ raised his hands and knelt on the ground to surrender.

"Pooh--"

"coward!"

On the other side, he saw the ugly look of the Dorn nobleman, the knight in the bay just inserted the sword into the scabbard, then spit in the direction of Dickon and mocked.

As the leader of the trip, the entrusted knight in Bayland with a slightly cold personality took his sword into its sheath calmly. He looked around and looked at the corpses everywhere, and finally his eyes fell back to Dickon. Man Wudi's body.

"The coat of arms of Wangzhongcheng, who are you Master Manwudi?"

"Dickon, my lord, my name is Dickon."

Dickon knelt on the ground and said hurriedly.

"Oh, it turned out to be Lord Dickon."

"It's okay, don't panic, we only need you to do one thing, as long as we can do it, we will let you go."