Lord: I have a Mount & Blade panel.

Moore watched helplessly as the incredibly powerful javelin traveled five hundred yards, hurtling towards him with terrifying force.

In just a moment of distraction, the spear was already right in front of him.

Mohr dodged quite quickly and did not hesitate to pull his horse to a sudden stop. He tightened the reins, and the warhorse, clad in bright silver plate armor, reared up and came to a screeching halt, its mane fluttering in the wind.

Its power was undeniable; Moore had never seen such a terrifying javelin in his life.

In just one exchange, his warhorse had a bloody hole in its head.

But the gleaming spear did not spare him. Fortunately, Mor was not an ordinary knight; he was a nobleman and a Silver Knight.

On his finger was a protective ring inscribed with the "Thorn Protection" spell by a mage.

The green magic shield and spear that appeared in front of him suddenly rang out with a loud "clang," and at the cost of the ring splitting in two, the spear was finally separated.

The javelin slid off and pierced backwards, turning two cavalrymen into pincushions.

The nearest cavalrymen witnessed this scene in astonishment. In the blink of an eye, their captain, the mighty Mor Knight, was nearly headshot by a javelin.

The two companions were merely caught in the crossfire and had no choice but to face the Goddess of Holy Light.

My God! My Earth! My Goddess!

Is our target this time an Earth Knight?

During the Battle of Un'Goro a thousand years ago, the Rhine Lion Clan, a renowned force among the Behemoths, was severely weakened by a human Earth Knight.

We're just a handful of people; we're not even enough to make them easy prey.

It was as if lightning had struck the night sky above Mount Möbius and struck them. The soldiers felt a chill creeping into their leather chainmail, giving them goosebumps and a chilling feeling in their hearts.

With a thud, his warhorse crashed heavily onto the grass. Mor scrambled to his feet, screaming like a madman, "Retreat! Retreat!"

This is still a human! Five hundred yards away from me! Five hundred yards! A spear from that distance could hit me? It pierced through an armored warhorse and shattered a protective spell cast by a mage himself?

Knight Mor dared not take another step forward, fearing that a moment's hesitation would cost him his head.

hum!

Only now did the deafening noise that pierced the air bring a barrage of questions to his oxygen-deprived mind.

Is this still the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Empe, who is known throughout the kingdom for his frail health and cowardly nature?

Is this the same woman who can't even lift a child's iron sword?

Is Richard Augustus, who can throw a military javelin five hundred yards and kill two elite soldiers, still Richard Augustus?

As a Silver Knight who has condensed the seed of fighting spirit, I was almost killed by a woman prince from 500 yards away!

Mohr's once firm and powerful hand, which had gripped the sword, now trembled uncontrollably. His pride prevented him from admitting it, but the reality before him forced him to accept it.

……

Not far away, on a hill shaped like a steamed bun, Sylvie, lying in the grass watching, stared wide-eyed, completely captivated.

At a distance of several hundred yards, the first javelin throw took down a knight with aura, and the remaining force easily tore apart two fully armed elite riders.

This performance can only be described as terrifying!

Is this still the same Fourth Prince who was as frail as a goblin in my memory?

For a moment, Sylvie was momentarily dazed—could it be that His Highness the Prince was the Earth Knight who had been hiding for a long time, and that his previous act of feigning weakness was merely a hobby, all so that one day he could appear before people in a predicament that would leave countless people in despair, turn the tide, and win the admiration of countless strong men and the sweet lips of beautiful women?

Meanwhile, a dozen or so veterans from the countryside witnessed firsthand how the incredibly powerful spears pierced the sky and, with the force of meteors falling to the ground, easily dispatched two enemy cavalrymen.

They were trembling with excitement, frantically shouting, "Holy Light above!"

Richard looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. The last guy who managed to scare away the enemy single-handedly was beheaded by his own bodyguard in his sleep many years ago.

Based on my performance just now, it's proven that the attribute panel I have does indeed contain attributes from the D&D world mod.

This means he is now a complete humanoid behemoth, capable of easily tossing mountain giants around like trash! He can even go toe-to-toe with the shame of the Five-Colored Dragon!

With the system's assistance, he is not just a brute with strength. His swordsmanship and spear skills are at the level of a grandmaster. Even in archery and throwing, which are unique to elves, he can be considered a top expert!

At the same time, a line of small text flashed by quickly in the lower left corner of my field of vision.

[Experience points +2]

Two elite soldiers, compared to themselves today, are nothing more than slightly stronger ants, and the experience they can offer is negligible.

At my current level, the experience required to level up is enormous and cannot be accomplished overnight, but even a small amount is still something.

The men of Enpei, who had initially attacked with great force, retreated to a distance of 700 yards. Then, seemingly feeling that it was not safe enough, they retreated another 100 yards.

Then they began to wander and observe in the grassy area, seemingly not yet mentally prepared.

"Your Highness!"

Sylvie returned from the leeward slope not far away with a dozen or so cavalrymen.

The enemy has already been scared away, so there's little point in her staying there to ambush them.

Her knees were covered in fallen leaves and dirt, and a few withered grasses were stuck in her bright silver braids.

The youngest graduate of the Royal Military Academy of Gundon looked like a country girl seeing magic for the first time.

"you……"

She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Sylvie found herself unsure of what to ask.

Why was His Highness able to throw the javelin five hundred yards? Or was it true, as the knights speculated, that His Highness was a hidden Earth Knight who had been hiding for many years?

These questions swirled on her tongue, but ultimately boiled down to just one dry sentence—

"What do we do next?"

"Let's go." Richard nimbly jumped off the carriage, even having the leisure to pluck a blade of grass and put it in his mouth. "These guys probably won't dare to give chase."

"Yes." Sylvie bowed slightly, her mind filled with countless questions.

The soldiers and maids, relieved, smiled again and began packing their belongings in a flurry of activity.

The convoy was reorganized, and the wheels began to roll forward again.

In fact, not only Sylvie, but also the soldiers and maids who accompanied Richard to High Cliff Fortress had been with their prince for many years and were already quite familiar with each other.

His Highness is completely different today, which cannot be easily explained.

But Richard dispelled everyone's doubts with a single, arrogant statement: "Every Augustus is a miracle itself!"

Since the decadent Emperor Arthur, who was indulging in pleasure and debauchery, was able to not only become a double-dragon knight but also single-handedly turn the tide, the very existence of the Augustus family has been a miracle.

If it is a miracle, then why question it?