Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

In the dark, where the moon is not visible, several shadows cross the walls of the Paleolithic wall of Poldenbine. He jumped from the inside of the wall outwardly and landed on the ground so lightly that his wings looked like birds.

Ten shadows covered in a black mask. From the shape of the body, everyone was a man, one of whom held someone else on his shoulder.

The front-line masked man quickly looks everywhere and sends a call to his colleagues behind him. As if he understood it sequentially from the beginning, he nodded his head. As soon as the last masked man raised his fist, ten masks plunged straight into the ground.

The only thing I could see was a wide open wheat field and blocking my view. After running a plain with only a rare curtain, the masks arrived in front of a huge warehouse. It was a warehouse for collective storage of farming equipment, and there were ten juniors tied up in front of it.

It was the moment when the masks rushed toward their horses. The masked man at the front suddenly stops, his fist flashing. Those who followed also stand still at the same time.

The masked leader suddenly draws his sword and looks around. It was due to the sudden rich smell of dark blood that irritated the tip of the nose.

And...

“That nose, once, is good. Dog snore, dog snore. ”

Suddenly, there was a shout coming from somewhere, and the masked people hurriedly circled around and cautioned the outside.

Then another shadow emerges from behind the warehouse, one by one.

“Hey, guys. I have a lot of business to attend to. Can't you just shut up? ”

He was a werewolf who blurted out with a grumpy tone as if gangsters were picking on him. The Feron stares at this side of the wolf with calm eyes, and Anton, the knight commander, stands before them.

The story is still led by Wolf.

“I don't want to sweat in the middle of the night, so just shut up. ”

But the masks were still silent. I just stared at this side with my cold, sunken eyes.

“Ah, I can't. Let's hit it today! ”

Anton crashes into the ground in fear of finishing his sentence.

Paaaak!

The sound of smashing the ground only once, but the number of knights that quickly narrowed the streets and swarmed forward was twenty.

And the sheep, even the masks, that was the signal.

Pavat!

The light footsteps echo, and the masks start to scatter.

“Halt!”

At the same time, the wolf echoes in a reflexive voice, once again hitting the ground hard. And then, at the moment of descent, the Wolf's iron bars were flashing blue.

Chuaaaaak!

A cheerful wind sounds. And without even a proper scream, one of the masks collapsed.

“Hah! Those rotten laborers. I haven't cried once! ”

Wolf crashes into the ground again.

It is so light that it can't even be compared to a year ago. However, as opposed to being lightened, the power in the swinging cage is processable.

Light yet weightless spear. The two things that were inevitably compatible were perfectly harmonious, namely, the Pleasant and the Medium.

It was because the knights had never played around in the past year. No, I've been training again and again, putting more death on the line than Lycaen.

Of course, this spear is not complete just by overcoming death a few times. It was thanks to the advancement of Lycaen's spear to its ultimate perfection. He used a swarm of his own bloodstream to make the two harmonious.

The masks' strength was too weak to deal with knights who had mastered such near-perfect spears.

Between the sounds of the winds coming from all around, the sound of a spear slashing through something is mixed.

And I didn't hear it for long either.

The Ferons safely carry the man who was being held by the masks onto their shoulders and carefully place him on the ground. The man was nothing but an Earl of Poldenbine.

As the Feron checks on the Earl of Poldenbine, Wolf shakes his shoulders lightly.

“It was worth the wait. ”

It was then.

Two or two!

Suddenly, cloudy dust rises from the plains of darkness, accompanied by a loud hoof. In front of the storeroom, where the dust is headed, the knights are standing.

Wolf, who saw it, smiled and said.

“They must have followed us late. ”

Anton nods slowly.

“You're responding faster than I expected. ”

“That, too. But if we're not there, it's too late. ”

The riders were like Earl Poldenbine knights.

Window, car window!

A sound pops up from the hooves of the horse. The two knights are closer to the edge as the weapon flashes bluishly.

“I'm so sorry these bastards are dead! ”

And a burst of pain.

“Huh?"

The Wolf slipped away without my knowledge. It was because I felt unfamiliar with the shouts of the knights. At the same time, the truth came out of Anton's mouth.

“Huh? They...! ”

However, Earl Poldenbine's knights were already swinging Longsword this way.

Yippee!

The blade cuts through the wind sharply, swarming at Anton without a moment's hesitation.

Caaang!

The iron spear and Longsword clash violently and a flame rises.

“Grrrgh!"

Anton, stunned by the immense power of the bars, quickly spills the Longso out to his side. But the knight was already preparing for a second strike.

Anton's mouth bursts with an urgent shout.

“Holly! Stop, it's me! ”

The knight who swore at Anton was Hurley. And the knights who came with him were Rudyl's aides, who moved from the Count of Procures to the Count of Poldenbine.

However, I didn't recognize Anton, who was being torn apart in the dark.

“What are you?! ”

You still swing your courage at Anton.

“Anton!”

“Shit, who is that... Huh?! ”

Shhh!

Longsword suddenly stops, once more in the wind. At the same time, Hurley hurriedly steps back and looks over here.

“Yes, Master Anton! ”

I call you here with a happy face. However, we have not yet harvested Longsword. Although I knew him, it didn't change the fact that they had the kidnapped Count of Poldenbine with them.

Anton stepped aside and said, looking at Holly.

“They did this. ”

“Is that so? But how did you get here……. ”

It was a face whose suspicions had not yet been cleared.

He would, too, because it is extremely unlikely that the kidnappers and knights, including Anton, stumbled upon here by chance.

If the answer is unacceptable, a sharper aura emanates from Holly's Longsword, as if trying to attack.

And Anton had a convincing answer.

“I was staying at the Poldenbine White Paper at the behest of Earl Procus. ”

“Ah...... Did you think Earl Polden Bain might be in danger? ”

“Yes, perhaps it has become one. ”

Hurley looks around slowly. Just when the cloud covering the sky lifted and the blue moon appeared, the landscape around the warehouse caught my attention.

Over 50 bodies have fallen in blood around a warehouse. In addition to the ten masks who kidnapped the Earl of Poldenbine, the bodies of the other party were waiting for them.

Meanwhile, the Feron, who was behind it, comes to Hurley with the Count of Poldenbine in his arms.

“Take her well. ”

“Haha, thank you. Why don't you come back with me? ”

“Huh? No, we'll hold our ground until the erl arrives. Don't worry. Go ahead. ”

“Very well! Our Earl will be greatly appreciated later. ”

Holly says Wolf laughs loudly.

“Uh-huh-huh-huh, if you're thankful, tell her to make it worth her while!”

“Haha, I'll be sure to pass it on. ”

“I can't even handle that much, did I overestimate you? ”

“I'm sorry. ”

Rudia bows her head in haste. But there was no more persistent reprimand than in Crohn.

“Earl Frost, you think he's hiding his henchmen? ”

“Yes, the wounds on the recovered bodies were all from spears. ”

“Well, they're the only ones with that much spear skills. ”

Then I hear someone's voice outside the door.

“Master, it's Barrock. ”

Bermurk was the grandson of Kasvan, the former parishioner of Circus. At the time, Circus had the form of a cult, and its leader was a bishop.

However, after Cashban died because of him, Circus became a form of secrecy. The title of the leader has also changed from a parish to a master, and the purpose has also changed.

And once again, the heir to Kasban, Bermurk, has changed.

Vermouth, however, did not wish to return to the old order. What I wanted was the power of Circus, not the system of the past.

“Come in.”

Bermurk's permission falls, and Barrock rushes inside. And he shouted in a loud voice, without even trying to breathe.

“You're all set! ”

Vermouth smiles and nods. I got ready much faster than I thought I would. Despite Vermouth taking control of Circus and having been hit internally, it would have been a good sign if he had been prepared so quickly.

“I'll think about the Kingdom of Bren and Earl Procures later. The Gronis Empire is the place to focus our efforts. ”

Rudia leans back and shouts in haste.

“Thank you!”

“Done. You don't have to worry about it, just in case." Barrock. ”

“Yes, Master! ”

“I'll go too. Lead on!”

“I understand!”

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