Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 228 Request
"That's it?"

Robin casually uttered two words, his pulley bow having been replaced by a dragon-slaying spear at some point.

With a jolt, Babur's three-meter-tall body was flung several meters away like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the barbarian army's formation.

The remaining five legendary warriors stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with disbelief.

Their strongest leader was killed with a single shot?

"Escape! Escape!"

The legendary warrior wielding a large cleaver was the first to recover from his shock and turned to run wildly toward the far west.

The other four legends also seemed to awaken from their daze and scattered and fled.

A cold glint flashed in Robin's eyes: "Trying to leave?"

With a flick of his right hand, the bloodstains on the Dragon-Slaying Spear evaporated instantly.

These are five living legendary-level power fruits, a precious resource enough to cultivate five legendary knights. How can we let them slip away right under our noses?

"Whoosh!"

The first arrow pierced the air, precisely striking the legendary figure in the back of the furthest distance.

The other person didn't even have time to scream before collapsing heavily to the ground.

"two."

Robin's voice was like the whisper of death, and the compound bow was drawn back to its full extent.

The successive falls of seven legendary powerhouses were like the spine of the barbarian army being ripped out.

The once fierce barbarian warriors began to retreat in panic, their formation shattering like ice being struck by a boulder.

"kill--!"

The warriors roared with deafening fury, and five thousand long spears pointed forward simultaneously, advancing like a moving steel forest.

The blade reflected the cold sunlight, and each precise thrust sent up sprays of blood.

Andisu's purple-thorn longsword drew a graceful arc, and the head of a barbarian minor chieftain flew high into the air. He raised his arm and shouted, "Charge! Leave no one alive!"

Robin stood on high ground, the pulley compound bow emitting a deathly hum.

Each arrow accurately claimed the life of a barbarian knight; every shot hit its mark.

His gaze was as calm as ice, as if he were counting his prey, picking out and shooting down each valuable barbarian warrior.

On the plains, the defeat of the barbarians was inevitable.

The sounds of battle on the wasteland gradually subsided, and the last barbarian warrior had his spine crushed under the iron hooves of fifty knights.

Robin raised his hand to signal, and the five thousand warriors immediately split into groups and began to execute a special military order.

"base."

Ironjaw's giant axe cleaved through the frozen earth, unearthing the first patch of turf.

The warriors used their spears as shovels to drag the barbarian corpses to the designated location.

The lowest-ranking corpses were arranged in a kneeling position, facing the direction of the barbarian territory—a deliberate act of humiliation.

The second layer of corpses was laid out in a crisscross pattern, with severed limbs deliberately arranged in a struggling posture.

"Pour."

Ito and his men brought in ten buckets of specially made tree sap, and the viscous liquid was splashed onto the pile of corpses.

This gel solidifies upon contact with blood, binding the remains firmly together.

"stand."

The heads of the last seven legends were lifted up with long spears and placed at the very top of the Jingguan (a mound of skulls).

Babur's menacing bearskin helmet was deliberately straightened, its hollow eye sockets pointing directly into the heart of the western barbarian territory. As the sun set, this cone-shaped mound of corpses, made up of a thousand bodies, had reached a height of five zhang (approximately 10 meters), casting a chilling shadow in the twilight.

The night wind swept through the hollows of the pile of corpses, producing a mournful sound like a barbarian horn.

Robin planted the last arrow on top of the Jingguan (a mound of statues), the anchor emblem on the arrow's fletching fluttering in the wind.

As Andy Su gazed at the menacing mound of Jingguan under the setting sun, his hand beneath his purple cloak unconsciously tightened around the hilt of his sword: "Young Master, won't this invite an even more frenzied retaliation from the barbarians?"

Ironjaw's giant axe slammed down on the base of the mound of skulls with a "bang," shaking off several pieces of congealed blood: "What? Even a great knight has learned to be afraid?"

Robin's laughter suddenly exploded across the wasteland, startling the carrion birds circling atop the Jingguan: "Afraid?" He whirled around, his Dragon-Slaying Spear pointing straight west. "Do you think these barbarians will lay down their knives if we show weakness?"

The night wind whipped up the anchor emblem on his battle robe, making it flutter loudly.

Robin's voice, like a drawn sword, pierced the twilight.
"From the moment I killed the first barbarian shaman."

“From the moment I burned down the first barbarian altar.”

"This is a war to the death!"

He suddenly plunged the Dragon-Slaying Spear heavily into the ground, sending up a cloud of blood mist: "Tell me, my sons, is there even one of you who fears to fight?"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

Five thousand spears struck the ground simultaneously, the sound so powerful that the heads on the mound of skulls trembled.

The expressions of terror frozen on the barbarian faces seemed even more distorted now.

The setting sun cast long shadows of Robin's army, and the bloodstains on their halberds gleamed a dark red in the afterglow.

The seven hundred empty positions silently testify to the ferocity of the battle, but the surviving soldiers still marched with unwavering resolve.

These ordinary people proved their worth with their blood and flesh.

"Pass on the order!" Robin said to Andy Sue beside him, "The families of those who died in battle will receive one Power Fruit trial." He paused, "Especially those who volunteered to go to the front lines."

A puff of white breath escaped from Ironjaw's nostrils: "Feeding trash with fruit." The giant's mutterings were frozen in his throat by a single glance from Robin.

Suddenly, a ghostly figure squeezed in front of them.

The ghost general knelt on one knee, and for the first time, his face, which had been hidden in the shadows for years, was fully exposed to the sunlight.

“My lord.” His voice was no longer as smooth as before, but hoarse with a rusty quality. “Please grant me an elite squad.” The ghost general’s finger traced a semicircle on the map. “Within three days, these wavering territories will be adorned with anchor flags.”

His eyes were fixed on Robin, burning with an unprecedented fighting spirit.

Robin's fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the Dragon Slayer Spear, the metallic clanging sound particularly crisp on the silent snow.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the ghost general's pale face like a blade.

This face is worth a fortune on Middle-earth wanted posters, and the title of Baron Rhine still hangs on the genealogy of a certain noble family.

“Interesting.” Robin suddenly smiled, the amethyst ring flashing a faint light before the Ghost General’s eyes. “My Ghost General, when did you start caring about the development of the territory?”

The demon general's eyes narrowed slightly, one knee sinking deep into the snow, but his voice remained as steady as a rock: "Because I have seen a far greater west." His fingers traced the outline of the barbarian territory in the snow, "When the shamans of the seven tribes gather, relying solely on spears and crossbows..."

Ironjaw's axe blade suddenly pressed against the back of the ghost general's neck, but the former nobleman remained unmoved.

Robin's fingertip rested on the demon general's brow, a wisp of purple mist seeping from the ring: "I'll give you three months." His voice suddenly turned cold, "If you're not worthy of this fruit by then..."

The purple mist suddenly accelerated and merged directly into the ghost general's brow.

"I will give you a satisfactory answer." The ghost general's body trembled slightly, and then flames of ambition ignited in his eyes.

Or perhaps he really does have a chance to fight his way back to the Central Plains and see that despicable father.

(End of this chapter)