Bang!
Milder's body slammed heavily into the ground. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his armor had long since shattered, and his exposed upper body was covered in vicious wounds.
Yet Milder still gripped his knight's sword stubbornly, his eyes locked on Baron Ted across from him.
"Milder, how much longer can you hold on? Give up!" Baron Ted sneered disdainfully, the knight's sword in his hand glinting with cold light.
Milder mocked, "Ted, if you have the guts, use a knight's secret technique to kill me. With my current condition, one knight's secret technique would be enough to kill me instantly. Otherwise, drag it out slowly. I can hold on for at least another hour."
"Then let's drag it out. With Nord there, the castle has already been taken. I'm in no hurry." Baron Ted wore a cold smile.
Use a knight's secret technique? What a joke. He was only thirty-eight this year, yet he already looked like a seventy-year-old old man. If he used another knight's secret technique, even if he killed Milder, he probably would not have many years left to live.
Baron Ted still hoped to enjoy a few more years of the fine life of a noble lord.
"Looks like I arrived just in time!"
Suddenly, a young voice came from behind them.
Both Baron Ted and Milder were startled and looked toward the distance.
A young figure rushed over at incredible speed. Within a few steps, he had already appeared before them.
That speed was too fast, leaving both Baron Ted and Milder pale with shock.
They knew very well that anyone capable of such speed was absolutely a formal knight, perhaps even a peak knight.
The sudden appearance of such a powerful expert here was almost fatal to both of them.
Thus, Baron Ted