Knight and Wand

Chapter 51 Heroic debut?

".The soldiers are all rough guys. You are a girl, so stay in your room and don't run around or cause trouble. I will negotiate with them."

Old Brian pushed his daughter into the room without saying a word.

"But your legs?"

Olivia looked back at her father in confusion, who was acting particularly abnormally.

"It doesn't matter!"

The old blacksmith pushed his daughter to sit down and said, "I know you are worried about those young people from other places. I will explain everything to you all. Just stay at home and be obedient!"

Sitting in the chair, the girl was confused by her father's request, but seeing his tough attitude, she nodded obediently.

Old Brian turned and left the room.

Before leaving the house, he solemnly warned the stuttering young man beside him: "Hawke, keep an eye on Olivia for me. Don't let her leave the house before I come back. If she wants to go out, be sure to stop her."

Although Hawke was puzzled, he just scratched the back of his head and said, "Oh."

The old blacksmith patted the silly boy on the shoulder and then walked out of the door with his crutches.

Following his sight, Old Brian saw the huge beast lying on the roof not far away. His gaze only paused for a moment, and then he looked at the young man from another place who was running over.

He is the key.

Brian thought about it carefully, decided on the explanation, and then limped over.

"Uncle Brian, I saw from above that there is a large army coming outside, at least several hundred cavalrymen, but they don't look like Kantardars. Are they the army of the local lord?"

Leon was just about to discuss the uninvited guests outside the village with the old blacksmith, but he was interrupted by the other party before he could finish his words.

"I know. The boy who was on guard outside the village has come back and told me, don't worry, they are our Orland army.

Let's not talk about this for now, Leon, old man, I want to ask you for a favor, which will benefit you in no way." Brian said hurriedly.

"?" Leon did not agree immediately, but asked with his hand on his waist, feeling a little strange: "You better tell me what you are doing first."

Old Brian leaned in closer and lowered his voice.

"If...if someone outside the village were to ask who killed the Kantadar noble, please take the credit.

Just say that you eliminated the evil leader, or that it was the griffin who did it. Anyway, please do not mention Olivia's deeds, and do not mention her battle with the enemy."

As he spoke, he glanced at the griffin not far away, and continued to Leon: "Most of the enemies were killed by your griffin friend, and you already have a blood feud with the Kantardars, so why not use this explanation? Yesterday, you witnessed the atrocities of the Kantardars, so you called your griffin friends to slaughter the villains and saved the village."

"You are the benefactors who saved Selva and the heroes of this village!" Brian raised his hand and praised them in a solemn tone.

The old blacksmith's words made Leon a little confused and suspicious.

"That's fine, but may I ask why? You don't seem to want Olivia to be in the spotlight in front of people?"

"Yes! That's right, it can be understood that way." Old Brian admitted generously.

He stared at the young boy in front of him.

The thought of this kid risking his life to rescue Olivia
The old blacksmith was suddenly alert and immediately prepared some words that he thought would be enough to arouse the young man's immature enthusiasm.

“Leon, I think you know Olivia’s true ability. I’m not bragging, but once a beautiful girl with superb swordsmanship like her enters the sight of noble gentlemen, it’s like lighting a candle in a pile of mosquitoes.

If she meets a good man, it will be fine. But if she is targeted by some noble lord with bad reputation, her life will be ruined."

As he explained, Brian observed Leon's expression.

It’s a pity that there doesn’t seem to be much change on the boy’s face.

Old Brian thought the young man was patient, so he showed a sad face and said in great sorrow: "I only have this one daughter. I have saved some money through my craftsmanship over the years. I don't want to be rich, but I want it to be enough for my daughter to find an ordinary husband and live a safe and happy life.

I really don't want her to accidentally become a 'plaything' of a noble lord! And thus be involved in the gossips of those nobles. Do you understand the worries of an old man like me?"

Completely ignoring the old blacksmith's deliberately emphasized hint, Leon just raised his hand and touched his chin, lost in thought about the pros and cons.

A young hero who saved his village from the Kantadar army.
This statement does no harm to yourself.

Once their reputation is established, it will be much easier for the three of them to deal with local officials in the future with this endorsement.

Regardless of whether the rulers of this land care about this small title, at least the reputation is positive.

It's better than three wandering outsiders with unknown origins.

"Although no one in the village witnessed the fight between Olivia and the Kantardars except the three of us, the only problem is the knight captive who is still alive." Leon looked up and said to the old blacksmith: "The knight captive was knocked down by your daughter, and he is not dead yet."

"Don't worry, this is easy. We just need to hide him and not let outsiders know that we still have him alive. Hasn't the village already decided to exchange him for a ransom?

Hiding him was what everyone was going to do. I will gather the villagers and make sure they keep the existence of the captive a secret." Old Brian was not worried about this. In order to get the huge ransom, the villagers would keep their mouths shut so tightly that not even a needle could fit in.

"That's fine. What does Olivia think? Does she agree?" Leon asked finally.

The old blacksmith asked back, "Do you think my daughter would care about the reputation of killing the evil leader? She would love to give this to you as a reward."

".Well, well, if she doesn't mind, then I'll be polite."

Leon finally nodded and agreed: "In that case, I will go and talk to Lohak. I'll leave the villagers to you, uncle. Please also talk to Azerien on my behalf."

After coordinating the new confession with the old blacksmith, Leon immediately turned around to find his partner.

After discussing an excuse with Lohak, he watched him and the villagers sent by the old blacksmith move the captives, who were tied up like caterpillars and dumplings, to a more secluded place.

Leon suddenly felt that he might have forgotten something.
!!!

A terrifying roar that shook the world resounded from the sky.

Leon's face changed and he turned around to look.

The griffin brothers who were just enjoying a feast on the roof disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Your Majesty Deathclaw, are you willing to be so righteous?

It would be fine if you came back to remind people to be alert, but you really want to stand up for me?
I was afraid that the griffins and the local army would also fight.

Leon ran towards the direction of the cry.

He didn't want to become a fugitive before he could become a hero.

On the large forest-colored square flag, a lifelike stag emblem is surrounded by cassia branches, and the stripes at the end of the flag dance lightly in the wind, which is the proof of "supporting the king."

Behind the leading deer-head flag, flags with knight emblems of various colors followed in the neat and long military columns.

The huge team of knights marched through the simple village road, and the iron hooves of their war horses left clearly visible heavy footprints.

There was no one in the fields, and the deserted village was lifeless.

Entering the small village of Selva, the streets were filled with dried black and red traces, and the knights of Orland smelled the blood in the air, which was no less than that of a battlefield.

Passing by the open spaces in the villages and markets filled with corpses, each wrapped in linen, was a reminder of the disaster that had taken place here.

Hearing the girl crying in front of him, Trosa sighed softly.

It's too late after all.

If he had not happened to run into this poor child walking alone on the road, he would probably have had to waste a lot of time to find out the whereabouts of the enemy's remnants.

But even if he changed his route and came faster, Trosa knew it.

There was no time to save the village that was attacked by the enemy's fleeing army.

After all, no matter how fast a war horse is, it has no wings, and killing the defenseless villagers can be done in just a few minutes.

But thinking of the pile of corpses of the Kantadars outside the village entrance, Trosa fell into deep confusion.

The village was undoubtedly saved in the end.

Although the girl named Lina in front of him did say that.

Three young men from other places rescued her from danger.

He also had the spirit of a knight-errant and went to the occupied village to rescue people without hesitation.

But the deaths of the corpses at the entrance of the village were too exaggerated.

It would be more accurate to say that they were torn to pieces by some giant war beast rather than dying in battle.

Except for a few that were visibly wounded by swords and spears, most of the other bodies were completely torn to pieces.

Are those three young men so skilled in martial arts?
This is obviously unlikely.

While he was still thinking on horseback.

A sharp and deafening roar came from the sky in front of the Orland Knights.

"Griffin?"

Trosa raised his head, raised his heroic eyebrows slightly, and looked at the war beast swooping down from the sky.

Lina's face in front of the old count turned pale with fear.

"General! Be careful." The great knight Kailan's face tightened. He swung the reins from beside the Lord and rode his horse out of the team.

This tall and burly knight, holding a long-handled axe and spear, took the lead and blocked the Lord of Feng. The runes on the axe blade glowed faintly.

The knights at the front of the queue raised their weapons and rode their horses calmly and quickly from both sides, forming a tight military formation in an instant.

The roar of the beast did not scare away the knights of Earl Stag, but instead aroused their passion to show bravery in front of the feudal lord.

Next to the old earl, a middle-aged man in robes and armor raised a long steel staff in his hand that was like a hammer, and an unnatural vortex of air gradually blew up from his side.

The griffin did not pounce directly at the tight formation of knights.

It had no intention of fighting with these strange humans, but it just didn't want to watch these guys approach its friends.

The giant beast flapped its wings and landed heavily not far in front of the army, causing the ground to shake.

It raised its eagle head and suddenly let out another deafening roar, the sound waves like gusts of howling wind.

The terrifying roar frightened the war horses so much that they retreated and became restless.

The great knight sensed the fear and anxiety of his companions, and simply jumped off his weak-legged warhorse.

He put down his armor, held the axe in both hands, and walked directly towards the griffin without fear.

Leon looked at the conflict not far away and ran faster with clanging steps.

He regretted not taking off the armor sooner after trying it on.

“—Don’t do it! Don’t do it!!”

Shouting loudly, Leon suddenly felt like he had turned into Chen O Si on the Spring Festival Gala stage, yelling at Zhu O Mao not to shoot.

I had a little fantasy at first, how I could take on the title of hero and make a graceful and elegant appearance in front of the locals.

Now, it's all gone with the wind.

Little Lina, who was shivering in the old count's arms, heard the familiar voice. She raised her eyes and saw a face running towards her in the distance.

"Ah! It's big brother!" The girl held the horse's back, straightened her body, and shouted happily.

(End of this chapter)