Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 119 Raid on Morton

Morton was at the rear of the army at this time, looking at the battlefield in the distance. Since Patrick pushed Carl's troops to the river bank, it was difficult for him to see the specific battle situation here. He could only vaguely see the floating torch lights in the distance. There was no joy on Morton's face at this time.

"Why hasn't Patrick taken it down yet?" he asked impatiently.

Soon the messenger who returned from the front line knelt down and reported:

"My Lord, Carl's troops are fighting desperately and it will be difficult to defeat them for the time being."

"That means Patrick can't handle it," Morton replied.

The messenger didn't know how to answer for a moment. After thinking for a while, he reluctantly said:

"But at least we have the advantage in numbers..."

However, Morton just waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking, and then looked at Victor beside him.

The latter just shook his head:

"We don't have to fight this battle."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I will nail you to the top of the city wall." Morton complained with some dissatisfaction. Then he thought for a while and continued, "Go, take the remaining troops and push them all up. I must see Carl's head today!"

Victor didn't say anything more. He nodded silently and then began to lead the team towards the battlefield.

Watching the other party gradually go away, Morton also breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe many people would die in this battle, but no matter what, he would win. Carl was just a trapped beast fighting hard. As long as he could watch the other party die, it would be worth it no matter how much it cost. By then, he could not only recover all the lost territory, but also take over Rickburg. The two fought for so long, but he won in the end.

The sky was now darker than before. It seemed that it was almost time for dinner. He wondered if he could finish everything before dinner. Thinking of this, he seemed to feel a little better. Then he suddenly saw a few fire points approaching him. What was going on? Who had withdrawn from the battlefield without permission? A nameless anger ignited in his heart.

"Who the hell asked you to come back!" he cursed.

But he soon realized that something was wrong. The direction was wrong! The enemy was coming from his right side, not from the front. This was not his army! Whose army could it be? As the two sides got closer and closer, he could see clearly. His expression gradually changed from anger to fear. He saw the girl with red armor and red hair rushing towards him.

Why did Alia appear here? When did she come? But he had no time to think.

"It's Flame Alia! Stop her quickly!" For a moment, the Earl let out a shrill scream.

The guards around him hurriedly formed a shield formation and surrounded the count.

The war horses were neighing, and Arya took the lead, holding a halberd in her hand, piercing the guard's line of defense like a sharp sword. Screams were rang out, and some people were knocked away directly. Then the 20 riders behind her also rushed over. For a while, there were constant wailing sounds. In just a moment, the line was completely torn apart, and the remaining soldiers began to flee in all directions.

What's even more terrifying is that after breaking through the infantry phalanx, Arya did not stop, but rushed straight towards Morton, the halberd in her hand flashing a threatening cold light.

Morton was stunned for a moment, his mind went blank. Seeing that the other party was about to kill him, a roar suddenly sounded from the side:

"Protect the Earl!" The old knight beside him suddenly rushed out, stood between him and Alia, and was stabbed through by the other party.

"My lord, please leave quickly!" Several other knights also rushed over at this time and protected him.

Only then did Morton recover from his fear and turned around and ran.

Arya wanted to draw her weapon and continue the pursuit, but she found that the old knight was holding onto her halberd tightly, refusing to let go. In desperation, she threw the halberd away and replaced it with the sword at her waist.

At the same time, two more knights came at her from the left and right. She swung her sword and attacked from both sides. After several rounds of fighting, she killed both of them at the same time. They held her back for 10 seconds. And in these precious 10 seconds, she saw Morton had already run far away under the escort of the other two knights.

Judging from the direction, the other party was planning to flee directly back to Fengzhu Castle. It was impossible to catch up with him by chasing him. She made a prompt decision and quickly drew the bow behind her, drew the bow and loaded the arrow. She shot an arrow without hesitation, directly hitting Morton in the middle. The latter swayed twice and fell to the ground. The two knights beside him were stunned at first after he fell to the ground, and then fled in two directions without looking back.

Arya didn't intend to pay attention to the two men. She put away her bow, walked slowly to Morton's body, turned him over, and then she was stunned. The face was not Morton, but a young knight beside him, but he was wearing Morton's helmet. They exchanged helmets! She felt a sense of loss. She thought everything was over, but in the end, the other party escaped.

Her mission had failed~ No, it wasn't a complete failure. She looked at the dead knight, as if she had thought of something, and dismounted, took out a dagger and cut off the other's head, and then covered the face with blood so that it was unrecognizable, then held the head in her hand and led her men to run towards the main battlefield.

On the other side, the battle on the riverbank continued. Although Carl's troops were extremely brave, they were still outnumbered. In addition, half of them were refugees, and their equipment and combat effectiveness could not be compared with those of regular troops. The battle line was shrinking little by little. Although it was not obvious, Victor understood that the scales of victory had begun to tilt towards them.

But why was he still confused, with a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart? Karl couldn't hold on for much longer, but he always felt that something was missing. What was missing? In this situation, in this desperate situation, Karl's top fighting force, that strong and monstrous woman, didn't show up!

That's right! He suddenly realized that Flame Alia was not on the battlefield! If she was not here, where would she be? A terrifying guess rose in his mind.

Patrick on the side asked curiously as if nothing had happened:

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Victor was stunned for a moment, then said seriously:

"Did you notice that Arya is not among the troops?"

"Oh?" Patrick tilted his head and thought for a moment, "So it seems that I really didn't see that woman."

"So you haven't noticed it for so long!" Victor's tone unconsciously became heavier.

Patrick also looked aggrieved:

"With such a chaotic fight, who can pay attention to these things? And if they are gone, they are gone. What does it matter?"

"What does it matter?" Victor wanted to die when he heard his words. "If she's not here, where do you think she would be?"

Seeing Patrick shook his head, he continued to shout:

"She has sneaked up behind Lord Morton!"

"No way~ How did they get here?"

Seeing that Patrick still didn't quite believe it, Victor sighed helplessly and then said:

"You continue to encircle and suppress Carl, I will come back to support you immediately!"

He was about to leave, but was stopped by Patrick:

"Wait, brother, if it's really as you said, it's too late to go back."

"So what do you think we should do?" Victor asked.

Patrick thought for a while and suddenly said:

"Why not kill Carl in one fell swoop and defeat his main force! Even if you unfortunately die then..."

"What did you say?"

"Otherwise we're all done!" Patrick continued.

Victor was stunned. He stared at Patrick for a while, then said:

"I will only take my knights back, and leave the rest to you!"

After saying this, he didn't even wait for Patrick to answer and ran away without looking back.

Watching the other party's figure disappear into the night, Patrick sighed helplessly. If you don't make a decision, you will suffer the consequences. At this point, they still can't work together. Perhaps they were doomed to fail from the beginning. However, even so...

A fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his sword and rushed towards Carl:

"Karl, give me your life!"

As if he realized the urgency of the situation, he suddenly burst out with unprecedented ferocity, directly breaking through the army formation in front of him, swinging his sword to chop at Carl, and at this moment a voice rang out:

"Your opponent is me!"

Then the sword he swung was blocked by someone, and Pan appeared in front of him at some point and blocked his fatal blow.

“Remember this well, I, Parn Rod, am a man destined to be recorded in history books! And you will be the first battle in my glorious deeds!” The young man was full of energy, with a gleam in his eyes.

Patrick was stunned for a moment, and then burst into an uncontrollable roar:

"Get out of here! I don't fight with idiots!"