Chapter 6 (1/2)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Charge!”

“Charge!”

The battle cries shook the sky, and war was about to break out.

Both sides rushed towards each other at this moment. Knights and Apprentice Knights raised their cross swords high, while commoners and farmers held hoes, rakes, pitchforks, and all sorts of weapons.

100 meters…

50 meters…

10 meters!

Both sides could already see each other’s red eyes!

In the next second —

Boom!

With a loud sound, two waves of people and horses crashed into each other like a torrent.

The farmers who were close to the main formation were the first to suffer. They were killed on the spot by the Knights of both sides who swept past them with a few swords. Their pitchforks, rakes, and hoes were as fragile as white paper.

After the obstacles were cleared, it was time for the real confrontation.

Knights versus Knights, Apprentice Knights versus Apprentice Knights, farmers versus farmers.

This was an unspoken rule in a Holy War. Knights would not take the initiative to slaughter Apprentice Knights, and Apprentice Knights could not take the initiative to go to the farmers’ war zone either. Each of them could only fight against an evenly matched opponent.

If someone did not abide by the rules, even if they won the war, they would be despised by others, and would not be tolerated by the nobles of the Rodin Kingdom.

Ding, ding, ding!

The sound of metal interweaving rang out.

The cross-shaped sword in Heath’s hand was repeatedly brandished and tangled with the enemy in front of him.

Restricted by the rules of the war, the people fighting with him at this moment were naturally some Apprentice Knights. With his Knight-level strength, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep in this battle circle.

If he used his full strength, he could easily cut a large area.

However, he didn’t do that. Instead, he carefully hid his strength and even pretended that he was in a tough battle.

Again, this war had nothing to do with him. It was impossible for him to work for him.

“Are you the black-haired genius who defeated the Butcher and the Dwarf?” At this moment, a contemptuous voice sounded.

An Apprentice Knight of White Wolf Castle taunted Heath, “Sure enough, you’re just a kid who got lucky. With your level, how can you be called a genius?”

This was a very famous genius of White Wolf Castle. His name was Andrew. At the age of 17, he had already reached the peak of the Apprentice Knight level. There were rumors that he was very likely to become the youngest Knight of White Wolf Castle.

Heath had originally intended to pick an opponent to gradually leave the battlefield. Seeing that he came to provoke him, he immediately retaliated without giving in. “I don’t know if I’m a genius or not. But it’s more than enough to kill a dog like you!”

Andrew said angrily, “Good, good, good. I’d like to see what kind of ability you, this arrogant kid, have. Move aside! This kid is mine!”

The talented and arrogant Andrew immediately charged at Heath with his sword. Heath did not dodge at all. He brandished his sword and fought with him.

The surrounding Apprentice Knights did not interfere in the battle between the two of them. They stepped aside one after another and soon, there was an empty space for the two of them to fight in.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Heath pretended that he could not fight as he retreated while fighting. He tried his best to move to the outside of the battlefield. It was too close to the center of the battlefield, and it was still too dangerous.

Andrew did not know what Heath was thinking. When he saw that Heath wanted to escape, he thought that he was a coward. He immediately chased after him foolishly and said arrogantly, “Little trash, can you run?”

Heath sneered. “Even a dog butcher has to run away?”

The two of them fought again.

At the same time, the war had reached its climax.

The farmers were bleeding and exhausted. One by one, they fell to the ground, but they did not have much strength as ordinary people.

Of course, their strength was only a little, but the reason why they lost so quickly was because they were like Heath. They did not have much energy to focus on the war.

The war belonged to the nobles, and their lives were their own. It was almost enough. If they won, would the serfs lose? There was no reason for them to lose their lives, was there?