The oath knight heard the king's voice.
He didn't have time to think about it, he immediately shrank his head, and blocked the shield on his back with his backhand.
The tenacious bowstring woven by the horsehair was pulled, and almost at the same time, the sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out. The arrow shot from the longbow flew out like a cloud of iron.
The king and the others were facing Baron Sheen, and their reaction was faster than the path-seeking vowed knights.
The oath knights on the left and right sides of the king did not retreat but advanced, rushed forward on their horses, and set up shields to protect the king firmly behind them. The shield of the oath knight is forged by a special method, which is stronger than ordinary shields. But Legrand was world famous for his longbowmen, capable of piercing chainmail within sixty yards. [1]
That's why, Baron Sheen dared to bring a dozen longbowmen to kill the king.
A well-trained longbowman can fire six to ten arrows per minute. The shield can only protect it for a while, and when the horse falls, the king will have no way to escape.
It wasn't just Baron Sheehan who thought of this.
At the moment when the oath knights raised their shields to block, the king threw his long sword out. Iron arrows fell on the shield like a rain, and the king's sword also drew a cold moon-like light in the air.
The long sword went straight towards Baron Sheen holding the torch with precision.
Baron Sheehan was taken aback.
At this time, in order to paralyze the oath knight, he only hung the sword around his waist and did not wear armor. Seeing the long sword coming towards him, Baron Sheehan had to take a few steps to the side with his horse.
The long sword flashed coldly and was nailed to the ground.
The sword was thrown in the air.
But the king's purpose has been reached.
When Baron Sheen rode out, he inevitably blocked the longbowmen behind him.
Just as they were about to draw their bows and stretch their strings, the longbowmen who shot again suddenly saw the Baron appearing in the range, and they hurriedly stopped shooting. There were a few daring deflecting arrows, shooting at the king and the others from the gap where the baron's warhorse rushed, but they lost their aim and their strength was greatly reduced. in muddy water.
"Damn!"
Baron Sheehan conditioned his horse to avoid the sword, and he reacted immediately after the horse rushed out a few steps. He cursed and reined his horse to make room for the longbowmen.
"Keep going!"
He snapped.
Almost at the same time, someone also shouted loudly.
"Your Majesty! Go!"
The oath knight in charge of exploring the path roared and rolled off his horse.
The cold weather also affected these archers who had been lying in the grass for a long time. These longbowmen brought out by Baron Sheen should belong to the highest rank in the army, and they instinctively draw long bows of 150 pounds. But after enduring the heavy rain for so long, they probably only weighed a hundred pounds.
Because of this, the oath knights around the king had the opportunity to block the bow and arrow.
However, the sworn knight in charge of reconnaissance was not so lucky.
He was too close to those longbowmen.
Even with the king's prompt reminder, and his quickest response, the situation was terrible. Iron arrows pierced his thighs, and the warhorse fell down with a groan. At this most critical moment, the brave oath knight miraculously dragged his injured leg and jumped up from the ground.
He roared and pounced on the longbowmen who were very close to him.
He opened his arms, grabbed the two longbowmen, dragged them into the muddy water, and rolled into the other longbowmen beside him.
An arrow that was just about to leave the string sank into his chest, and blood spurted out.
"Your Majesty! Go!"
The longbowman kicked the madman desperately. He roared loudly, blood and muddy water poured into his throat and rolled down hotly.
"… Walk!"
That night, the king issued this order for the fourth time.
At this point, the king was in a dilemma.
Backward, is the Moon River Fortress controlled by Blasey's Expeditionary Force. Ahead, is the rebellious city of Tru. To their east were the same rolling grasslands, and to their west were only the rolling hills of the Conoscens—dark forests were considered taboo in this age.
Unwritten unspoken rules—
The forest at night belongs to the dark creatures.
Without hesitation, the king and his knights galloped toward the nearby forest.
Baron Sheehan threw away his sword and snatched a longbow, which he drew three times in a row.
It wasn't just young and handsome that he was able to stand deadlocked with Blasey's Expedition for so long at Castle Trou. As early as the age of sixteen, he won the horse competition! These three arrows are the fastest and most powerful three arrows in Baron Sheehan's life.
When the last arrow was fired, the bowstring snapped with a bang.
The iron arrow disappeared in the darkness, and headed towards the king fiercely.
Baron Sheehan can be sure that he has not lost his sight, and his strength is absolutely sufficient.
But the last scene he saw was the king sitting on horseback, rushing into the forest and disappearing.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Baron Sheehan threw away the longbow. According to the plan, he had to bring back the king's body, but now he is not sure whether he succeeded or not.
"Sir, what should I do now?"
One person held a torch and led dozens of cavalry out of the dark rain curtain and came to Baron Sheehan. In order to avoid the king's alarm, the cavalry of the city of Truu hid farther away, and when they realized that the original plan had failed, it was too late.
"Chase."
Baron Sheehan said without hesitation.
"But… "
The one holding the torch was Baron Sheehan's squire, with a hesitant look on his face.
"The Conoscen Mountains are cursed forests."
"Fuck curses don't curse."
Baron Sheehan could not maintain his demeanor.
His eyes swept across the dozens of cavalry, and his heart was mixed with anger and sadness: these dozens of cavalry were the only cavalry in Tru Castle now.
How funny!
A military castle that has been at a standoff with Blasey for so long now has less than forty war horses left! Since a month ago, Trou Castle soldiers had to slaughter horses to feed their hunger. They had no bread, no milk, not even a hard-boiled egg.
All thanks to His Majesty's gift.
"Even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance that he survives, none of us can bear the consequences." Baron Sheehan squeezed his voice out of his teeth. "Whoever thinks he can bear it will stay."
He was the first to drive towards the "Forest of the Cursed" Conoson Mountains.
The cavalry all followed.
Only the king's side sword was stuck on the ground with a cold light.
…
The Kono Forest is chilling even in the daytime.
This forest has been passed down to ancient times, and the tall trees are close together, and the branches are as black as ink. The canopy branches like giant arms are densely intertwined, and the canopy can block the sun's rays during the day. It's gloomy and cold, and darkness fills it here.
As soon as I entered the forest, I felt the rain almost stopped.
Baron Sheehan held the torch and slowed down, the hound following the horse. They took the hound with them before they set off.
"grown ups."
The squire followed Baron Sheehan. He and Baron Sheehan grew up together and had a deep relationship in private.
"There's one thing I don't understand."
"what?"
"Why did the archduke have to let the king die tonight? Just because today is the death of Saint Vaal?" The squire asked his doubts in a low voice, but also to dispel a little cowardice.
No way, this forest is too quiet, as quiet as death.
As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of thousands of thick tree trunks, standing like a strange natural city. People are here intruders and offenders, and there seem to be many eyes hidden in the darkness.
No one expected that a king who grew up in a luxurious palace could enter here so decisively.
The hound lost its former air, and only dared to sniff quietly, bowing its head and moving forward.
"Do you remember? When was our majesty born?"
Baron Sheehan looked at the cursed forest without answering directly.
"In the early morning of September 23, that was the day when Saint Var returned to the kingdom of God."
This is something everyone in Legrand knows.
More than ten years ago, on the night of September 22.
The royal cavalry blocked the entire palace, and the messengers could only wait outside the gate of the palace. People waited from evening until late at night, until the first light of dawn swept across the earth, and the baby's cry sounded. The queen's maid walked out of the palace wearily, and announced to the long-awaited people:
The crown prince is born.
This is exactly the story of St. Var—
She fell on September 22. The next day, the Lord called her back to the kingdom of God.
Therefore, at that time, the royal family and the church joined hands to announce to the people: the crown prince is the son of the saints, the incarnation of Saint Var in the world, and will surely lead Legrand to glory and glory.
Because of this, after the death of William III, the Duke of Buckingham took less pains to convince people that their king was a baby.
You know, in the Book of Ecclesiastes there has always been such a sentence: "Woe to you, O kingdom, if your king is a child."
"Excessive levy, cruelty and cold-blooded, extravagant luxury... What a glorious and glorious king."
The squire pouted sarcastically.
"Have you ever thought about the possibility of..."
Baron Sheehan turned his head to look at him with a strange expression on his face.
"He was actually born in the middle of the night on September 22, not in the early hours of the 23rd?"
"What?" Hu Cong looked at him in astonishment and subconsciously retorted, "Impossible, there were hundreds of nobles' messengers guarding outside the palace at that time, if it was the 22nd, those nobles would never allow him to become the legitimate throne. heir!"
The glory of the Lord shrouded the earth, and no country would allow a baby born on the night when the Lord abandoned the world to finally ascend to the throne.
"Do you really think that Earl Walter was assassinated by the Archduke because he did not execute the Duke of Buckingham in time?"
Baron Sheehan said coldly.
"No... or else?"
"On the night the Queen gave birth, it was Earl Walter who led the cavalry—he was supposed to be the King's first teacher!"
Hu Ng was speechless.
Baron Sheehan stared at the torches, which shone on and off his face.
Under the exquisite and intricate curtain of the palace, every room has a secret, blood and flowers are mixed, and behind the angel is a smiling evil spirit.
"so-"
There was a coldness in Baron Sheehan's voice.
"There are no saints who have brought Legrand the monarch of heaven, but hell has brought their chosen people to the world."
The author has something to say: [1] Data refer to Chen Kaipeng's "Transformation of British Bow and Arrow Functions from the 12th to the 17th Century"