Lancelot was sitting at the door of the guild stronghold [For Lao Xia's Night], surrounded by a circle of players. He was already a very patient player, because Lancelot had already done a few things at the door.

It's been hours.

I don't know why, but after treating the girl, some subtle changes occurred in Lancelot's heart.

Lancelot is not the first brother. As a knight, this is not the first time he has met a woman.

He was even exiled by his former lord because of women.

He still remembers that when he was under Glamorgan, because he and the Earl of Glamorgan's wife accidentally shared a room, the clothes on his body disappeared when he woke up in the morning, while the lord's wife was washing them next to him.

He was wearing his own clothes while ogling him.

All this was seen by the Earl of Glamorgan who came in later.

Lancelot swore that everything was only caused by the wine he drank last night!

Looking back now, I even wonder if someone was setting me up behind my back?

Lancelot recalled the painful memories of the past, and his mood felt as if he had gone back to the time when he got up and saw the lord's expression. Ironically, he was now the Earl of Glamorgan, although his territory was just that of the Victorians who casually used branches on the ground.

It's just a circle drawn.

Both Lord Lilo and the Victorians seemed to treat titles, territories, nobility, etc. as if they were joking, but Lancelot knew they were not joking.

Is it possible to joke about something like this, about casually resurrecting from the dead?

These past memories made Lancelot feel the malice of people's hearts, and this malice made him feel chilled from the bottom of his heart.

But today, when I saw the innocent face of the injured girl, which was flat and seemed to have no breasts, that pure feeling made Lancelot feel like he was back to the little girl next door when he was young...

…

Lancelot shook his head. This was the first time he saw that girl. How could he have such thoughts?

At this moment, the door opened with a creak, and Elf couldn't help but walked out while wiping his hands.

Lancelot suddenly stood up, grabbed the elf nervously and asked:

"How's it going? What's going on inside."

"Thank you for your prompt first aid, otherwise he might have been dead by the time I came here. He's fine now. I've used healing magic to deal with it. All I have to do is wait for him to wake up on his own. After all, the young man is very young and is very tenacious."

The elf couldn't afford to offend him and said to Lancelot.

"Very good……"

Lancelot showed an expression of relief,

A group of players roared and prepared to rush in, but the elves couldn't afford to offend them and stopped them outside:

"Don't go in now. The patients inside need adequate rest. If the arrow were a few centimeters off, it would have penetrated the heart directly. It's a blessing among misfortunes. You don't have to worry about Lancelot. I have arranged for two clean

The young man who ordered me is taking care of the injured young man, and I guarantee there won't be any big problem."

The players were not allowed to enter, and there were immediate complaints. Lancelot's head felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, but it was not because he was not allowed in, but because of what the elf said:

"Wait, you mean young man?"

"Ah, I know girls are more careful, but how do you know that the injured boy inside is not LGBT? If he is LGBT, it would be too cruel for a girl to take care of him! Even if he is not LGBT, he will not be taken care of by a boy.

There will be resistance!"

The elf cannot be provoked and said loudly.

But some players quickly retorted:

"No, as a normal person, I would feel resentful if a boy takes care of me!"

"It's appeared! The double standard has appeared!"

"Protesters express strong LGBT!"

"I think what he said is fine."

Lancelot could no longer listen to the discussion of these players. He just couldn't believe it. The one who made his heart beat so excited was a boy?

"Fuck!"

While there was a commotion outside, a "Fuck" sound inside the room attracted everyone's attention, and soon a player ran out and shouted:

"That man said that the Duke of York's three thousand cavalry arrived in Shanjin three days ago! Now they are coming to attack us!"

"What?! So fast?"

Lancelot was surprised. He turned around and ran towards the castle. The injured man had no reason to cheat on such things. Although he didn't know why he wanted to help Victoria, the most important thing now was to protect her quickly.

Victoria, resisting the attack of the Duke of York.

Lancelot left, some players followed Lancelot, and other players stayed where they were, hoping to continue to see if there would be any follow-up plot.

And when the free city of Victoria was filled with a happy atmosphere.

………………

"Rumble"

The sound of horse hooves echoed on a hillside not far outside the Victoria Forest.

After spending more than a day arriving here, the three thousand knights led by York quickly selected a location to implement the battle plan.

The terrain here is relatively high, which is suitable for deploying troops here, and there are no trees on both sides. It only requires 500 people to draw out the main force of the Free City of Victoria. The cavalry will charge down on the high ground and the infantry will cover them up. The victory is basically sealed.

Not to mention that there are only 3,000 people in the Free City of Victoria, even if there are 30,000 people, they will be completely defeated.

The blond commander, riding a horse, patrolled his cavalry. Behind the knights, there were nearly ten thousand light infantrymen. These were the knights' retinues. When there was no fighting, they were in charge of the knight master. When there was fighting,

, can serve as light cavalry, light infantry, etc., and can also be used as logistics.

There were only those steam weapons, and the blond commander didn't bring any of them. In a battle destined to kill the opponent, there was no need to make any big moves.

"John!"

The blond commander shouted to the black-haired knight beside him, who quickly rode over and looked at the blond commander in front of him.

"You sit here and I will personally lead five hundred people to attract them!"

"But Sir George! You are the commander. It would be too dangerous for you to do the bait yourself, so let me go!"

George said righteously, but before he finished speaking, several knights ran over not far away, shouting as they ran:

"Commander! There are a large number of enemies rushing over in the forest!"

"What? What did you say?" George couldn't believe his ears, but soon more and more cavalry who were used as scouts ran out of the woods, and the birds in the woods also took off loudly, and soon

Apparently, there are indeed large swarms moving through the woods.

"Everyone is ready!"

George immediately issued an order to the knights who were still resting behind him.

The knights moved quickly, and the retinues quickly took out their long-range weapons. Those Victorians would be greeted by a baptism of arrows.

The Duke of York's order was to capture as many Victorians as possible, but from a combat perspective, only by defeating the opponent and making them fearful could they be captured.

It didn't take long for the entire camp to get into formation.

The retinues took out their short bows and stood in the first row. Behind them were other retinues who acted as light infantry. In the middle and on the left and right sides were a thousand knights.

After the battle starts, the knights from three directions will charge Victoria's large army according to different directions and time differences, if the people coming are large troops.

George was not afraid of fighting Victoria. The only thing he was afraid of was that the Victorians would run away. They would take the initiative and obviously got the news. The only good thing was that those who wanted to escape, even if they sacrificed some of their people to come to the rear, they would not be able to do so.

They will take the initiative to attack like this, so the possibility of them escaping is not particularly high.

The staff at the back of the camp also walked out of the tent. Apparently they heard the commotion around them. Soon several people came to him with horses. He was just accompanying the army to check the situation and would not participate in the battle. Soon he led the horses to him.

The horses left the camp.

John rode his horse and walked to George's side. Looking at the very moving forest in front of him, he said with a smile:

"They are really a group of guys who are not afraid of death. They actually took the initiative to attack us. But I didn't expect that someone would come to tip off the news. It must be someone from Goldsmith Town."

"Let's talk about it later. The opponent must have a lot of people. Get ready for battle, John."

George said to John.

John nodded, put down his metal mask, then rode his horse and ran towards the cavalry square on the left.

And in front of them, in the forest of Victoria, amidst shouts of ahhhhhhh or similar, a group of guys wearing messy armors and dirty hair, like savages, rushed out.

Most of them are handsome, well-proportioned, tall and short. Of course, there are also some who are ugly and deformed. Occasionally, a few even ride horses, but they can't run fast at all among the crowd.

Such a team, which made people want to complain, actually charged towards the neatly formed army under George.

George couldn't help but turned around and looked at the staff who were leaving behind him. His heart was full of contempt for the staff at this time. Originally, the fear of the other party's return made George a little wary of Victoria, but now just

Seeing the opponent's chaotic charge, although the mental momentum seems good, this is not a one-on-one duel, this is a group battle. With such a formation, one charge can kill them.

When the group of people rushing out of the forest got closer and closer, George waved his hand, and soon a herald shouted:

"Draw the bow! Prepare--!"

The sound of neatly drawn bows sounded beside George, followed closely by another order:
To be continued...