"Ted!"
"How could you be here?"
Milder, clad in black armor, looked somewhat disheveled. He gripped his knight's sword tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the silver-haired old man opposite him, his face filled with disbelief.
At the same time, the castle had already become a battlefield.
The returning Black Armored Army was locked in a bloody fight with Baron Raik's personal guards. Servants and attendants within the castle fell one after another beneath their swords.
Blood seemed to have dyed the entire castle red.
"Milder, that bastard Raik is already dead. Now it's your turn to hit the road." The silver-haired old man, Baron Ted, grinned viciously as his knight's sword cleaved toward Milder. A faint dark-green glimmer flashed through the blade light, erupting with overwhelming sword pressure.
Clang!
The swords collided, their blades grinding together in a burst of sparks. The tremendous force split Milder's tiger's mouth open, forcing him back step by step before Ted's attack in a wretched state.
Ted stared at Milder cruelly and sneered. "Milder, your strength isn't bad, but you're still no match for a peak knight."
Gritting his teeth, Milder kept resisting Ted's attacks, yet he was driven back again and again, completely suppressed by Ted.
The gap between a peak knight and an ordinary knight was immense.
Ted was only afraid of wasting his lifespan and thus dared not use his knight secret technique. Otherwise, Milder would have been killed long ago.
"Ted, don't get too smug! We still have a formal knight in the castle. Even if you use your knight secret technique to kill us, you probably won't have much lifespan left!" Milder roared.
Ted merely snorted with laughter. "You mean Knight Nord?"
"Hm?" Milder's pupils contracted. He abruptly turned his head, only for a sharp knight's