Sir Leglas von Castein, no one knows where this knight came from, nor why he became the leader of a group of robbers in the Duchy of Lorraine. Although this knight was engaged in robbery activities, he never robbed civilians and poor people, and he had a very thief-like style.

What's even more mysterious is that no one has seen the true face of this knight who calls himself Sir Legras von Castein. He always wears a armor made of leather and iron sheets, a full-covered helmet with a devil's mask on his head, a covered arm armor and gloves covered with iron sheets, and wielding a heavy sword in the battle, which looks mysterious.

A team of carriages carrying goods slowly moved, headed by a helmet wearing a pig's mouth mask and a chain mail, with a red cloak floating behind him. The knight shook his head and shaking his head and bumped his horse. His leather gloves held the reins and looked behind him from time to time.

Several civilians were pushing heavy carriages, with a noble black bear heraldic flag inserted into the carriage. The solid wood wheels of the carriage rolled on the muddy trail and made a rumbling sound. On both sides were sergeants holding spears and shields. There were about ten of these soldiers in total. For the carriage's carriage's carriage, the number of these soldiers was slightly larger.

"The forest is ahead, everyone should be careful." The leader of the knight saw the forest extending into the path, turned his head and said to the sergeant and people behind him.

"Yes, Lord Morgan." The soldiers responded to the knights, but they did not take it seriously. This road is the only way to the castle. It is a road for travelers and merchants to walk on weekdays. Besides, the public security nearby is very good, and I have never heard of robbers.

"Send this goods back to the castle, and you must find a beautiful maid to comfort me." Knight Morgan touched the two golden beards under his lips. He believed that his handsome appearance was very popular among women, and romanticism was the privilege of the nobles!

When the group walked into the dense forest, the prosperous trees on both sides almost covered the sky above their heads, and the sunlight was not so strong. The civilians who were pushing the cart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and secretly wiped the sweat from their foreheads. The strong sunlight really made people feel the heat.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly, the leader of the Knight Morgan saw a big tree that was thick with two people hanging together on the road. He immediately raised his right hand alertly and stopped the carriage behind him.

When the carriage stopped, two people squatting beside the fallen tree stood up, wearing long hoodies, one of them biting a grass in his mouth, and looking at the Morgan Knight with a weird smile on his face.

"What are you?" Sir Morgan immediately put his hand on the sword at his waist. He shouted loudly, and a trace of ominous premonition surged in his heart, but he didn't really believe that these bold and arrogant people dared to block the road and rob here.

"Sir, don't you understand?" The man biting the grass smiled and pointed to the big tree that fell down the road, and said to Sir Morgan.

"You are so bold. This is the convoy of Baron Gregory. You dare to intercept the convoy of Baron." Sir Morgan pulled out the sword at his waist and said to the robbers.

"Ah, that's right." The man laughed and put his hand in his mouth, blew hard, and made a sharp whistle. When the whistle sounded, the two of them immediately ran into the forest and disappeared quickly.

"Kill~~." Suddenly, a shout of killing sounded from both sides of the forest. Sir Morgan's war horse neighed uneasyly, and then started to turn.

"Defense, defense, we encountered an attack." Sir Morgan could not tell how many people there were at once. He raised the sword in his hand and ordered loudly.

"Justice." At this time, a loyal servant picked up the jazz's shield and handed it on. The jazz held the shield with his left hand and blocked it in front of him. After a few thrusts, the arrow shot the shield, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh~~." Arrows kept shooting from both sides of the forest path towards the convoy. The unprepared people fell down by the arrows, but the others quickly picked up their shields and hid them in front of them.

"Grazi, swear by the reputation of my ancestors that I will kill these bastards." Sir Morgan was so angry that he saw his soldiers being shot to death. He put down his mask with his sword-holding hand, clamped his legs and rushed towards the robbers in the forest with a neigh.

It is not wise to ride a horse in the forest. The branches and the fall of mossy stones can easily slip under the feet of the war horse, but Sir Morgan is superb. He holds a shield and holds a sword, and uses his strong legs to control the war horse to shuttle through the forest.

"Swoosh~~." An arrow shot at Sir Morgan, but the Jazz quickly raised his shield and the arrow stuck on it.

"Damn bastard." Sir Morgan looked at the several arrows stuck on the shield. He waved the sword in his hand and cut off all the arrows on the shield, leaving only the arrows on it.

Sir Morgan looked around and soon saw a robber hiding beside a tree and fired a cold arrow. Without saying a word, he rushed towards the robber who shot arrows at him. The robber looked at the knight who was rushing towards him and turned around and ran away, but Sir Morgan chased him reluctantly.

"Grazi." Sir Morgan chased after him quickly. He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the back of the robber, and slashed hard. The sharp blade cut off the robber's back spine. The other party groaned and fell to the ground. His body twitched a few times before he stopped moving. Sir Morgan rode his horse and passed the corpse without reducing speed.

"Ha, damn bastard." Sir Morgan turned his horse's head and spitted in the direction where the corpse fell. However, at this time he looked around and found that he was already a distance from the convoy, so he was about to ride a horse and return to the convoy, because he knew that his ten sergeants could withstand for a while, but without the command of the knight, there would be a possibility of defeat.

But at this moment, he heard the neighing of a war horse. Sir Morgan was very puzzled. Why were there other cavalry here? Of course, he would not believe that the robbers would have such advanced cavalry.

"Who?" Sir Morgan uncovered his mask, and the chain mail scarf on his chin made a crisp sound, because the Jazz twisted his head to check around. Although the Knight's helmet was tightly defended, it also had a price. The mask and the sides of the helmet would limit his sight.

But Sir Morgan saw that among the trees a hundred meters away from him, a black shadow-like war horse slowly walked towards him, and on the back was a knight in the same dark armor. In the mist forest, the devil-like face was looming, and the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer.

"Maria, what is this?" Sir Morgan was very surprised. He never expected that a knight would appear here and there. The knight suddenly appeared from the forest, like a devil crawling out of hell.

"Gray Law~~." The neighing sound of the war horse echoed around, and Sir Morgan quickly put down his mask and waited for it.

"I am the inner knight of Baron Gregory. Who are you signing up?" Sir Morgan made a muffled warning from his helmet, which was to warn the other party and to avoid accidental injury. If the other party is just a knight passing through this place, he can turn enemies into friends.

"Gray Law." The knight who appeared from the forest finally stood in front of Sir Morgan. His helmet was a face mask with a grim look on his devilish face. It was decorated like a sheep's horn, and a black cloak. He had no shield, so he could not judge the other party's family's emblem.

"I'm asking you, if I don't sign up, I'll decide you are an enemy?" Sir Morgan frowned, and he held the sword in his hand tightly, leaned his shield in front of him, warning.

"Go to him~." But the strange knight did not answer. He kicked the war horse with the Spurs on his heel, and the dark war horse neighed at Sir Morgan.
Chapter completed!