Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 238 Ending
As the throat of the last golden-armored knight was ripped open, Muru stood atop a mountain of corpses, looking down at the blood-soaked forest clearing.

The frost wolves were tearing at their spoils, occasionally letting out satisfied growls. Their fur was covered with the entrails of men and horses, making them look particularly ferocious in the twilight.

Earl Lorraine's body still hangs on the oak tree, his lion-patterned cloak torn to shreds, revealing his pale skin beneath, and ice crystals continue to grow on the back of his neck, as if to nail this legendary knight to the cross of time forever.

Mulu reached out and pulled the broken arrow from his shoulder, watching as the human army's banner slowly retreated into the distance.

He knew this was only the beginning of the war.

The soil of Baining Forest is soaked with blood; the next battle will be even more brutal.

He looked up at the sky, where a blood moon was slowly rising in the twilight, casting an even more eerie veil over this land of carnage.

The howl of the frostwolf rang out again, breaking the brief silence.

Just as Mulu's battle axe was about to fall, a chilling sensation suddenly ran down the back of his neck.

When the iron arrow from a kilometer away pierced through his demon-masked helmet, the dragon scale patterns on the shaft were still buzzing and vibrating.

His pupils reflected the image of Robin releasing the bowstring. The black-haired youth stood on a tree branch a hundred meters away, the frame of the compound pulley bow reflecting an earthy yellow halo, like a mythical hunter god.

"Clang—" The battle axe slammed onto the frozen snow, startling a flock of crows that were pecking at eyeballs.

As Muru's body fell forward, he could see four other legendary barbarian warriors lying on the ground in the cedar forest a hundred meters away, each with an iron arrow stuck in their forehead.

One of the warriors was still in a defensive stance with his shield raised when Robin's armor-piercing arrow pierced through him.

"That's the sharpshooter!" The barbarian scout's shout was shattered in the wind.

Robin tossed the compound bow to Wind Chime, who was already waiting. The sorcery runes on her fingertips lit up, and the arrows in the quiver were automatically poisoned and enchanted.

As the first volley of arrows swept past the treetops, Robin leaped down from the fallen pine trees, the dragon-head tassel of his Dragon Slayer Spear sweeping across the branches, the falling ice crystals weaving a shimmering curtain of light behind him.

"Wedge formation!" Robin's roar mingled with the sharp sound of the spear tip cutting through the air, and the wooden shields of the front-line barbarian warriors shattered like paper under the Dragon Slayer Spear.

He charged forward, stepping over wolf carcasses, the dragon teeth spikes on his horseshoes churning the frozen earth into bloody mud. As the tip of his spear knocked away the seventh enemy, Robin saw barbarian chain-hammer warriors emerging from the ravine to his left.

They wielded chain maces wrapped with barbs, the very "Armor Breakers" used to counter heavily armored knights.

"Wind Chime!" Robin dodged the chain hammer's sweep by the side, and then swung his spear horizontally, smashing three chain hammer warriors into a bloody pulp.

"Give me thirty seconds!" The witch's response was a burst of purple demonic fire that exploded across the sky. The incantations attached to the chain maces shrieked in the demonic fire, the metal parts began to twist and melt, and the screams of the chain mace warriors were mixed with the smell of burning flesh.

Robin seized the opportunity to break into the enemy ranks. The dragon's might of the Dragon Slayer Spear spread out into a fan-shaped area. The barbarian warriors within a ten-zhang radius suddenly felt their hearts being squeezed by an invisible hand, and their weapons fell to the ground.

"Kill that archer!" The barbarian overseer's war drums resounded through the mountains and valleys, and twenty shield guards formed a tortoise-shell formation, attempting to break through Robin's defenses.

But as soon as they took three steps, the snow beneath their feet suddenly cracked open.

Andysu led the Rock Warriors out of the ground. These burly men, their bodies bound in iron chains, swung their giant hammers. The first blow smashed the front-line shield guards of the tortoise formation into the snow, and the second blow caused the entire formation to collapse.

These are the second type of soldiers Robin has recently trained: the warhammer soldiers. Each warhammer soldier must be at least a knight to wield a warhammer weighing over two hundred pounds. A charged strike would be fatal or severely wounding even to a great knight.

Robin's gaze remained fixed on the barbarian priest in the center of the battlefield.

The man was piling up wolf skulls, and dark red blood flowed into the snow through the gaps in the bones, forming a complex summoning circle.

As the first wolf head opened its eerie blue eyes, Robin had already thrown the Dragon Slayer Spear.

The gun traced an arc in the air, its dragon scale patterns bursting with dazzling golden light in the sunlight, before precisely piercing the priest's face.

The blood in the summoning circle suddenly boiled, and the skeletal wolves that had just gotten up let out unwilling howls, turning into golden light spots that surged into Robin's system panel.

The moment the notification flashed by that she had obtained 3 Great Knight-level Devil Fruits, Robin had already drawn her new Tang sword from her waist.

The blade gleamed like the sun, reflecting the fighting spirit throbbing in his eyes.

Thirty paces away, the last legendary barbarian warrior, "Iron Arm" Gundyr, was swinging his bronze axe. The frost on the axe blade lowered the surrounding temperature to freezing point, and the corpses along the way were instantly frozen into icicles.

"Well done!" Robin's katana met the giant axe. With a loud clang of metal against metal, dragon scale patterns spread from the blade to Gundyr's axe handle.

The legendary warrior was horrified to find his power being frantically drained, and the frost on his axe blade began to melt, revealing the mottled marks of being corroded by the dragon's might beneath.

Robin seized the opportunity to close in, slamming his knee into Gundy's abdomen while simultaneously slicing his throat with his katana.

The moment blood splattered onto Robin's visor, he heard Wind Chime scream: "Ambush on the left!" In the instant he turned around, three javelins coated with snake venom pierced the air.

Robin instinctively swung his Tang sword to parry, but the javelin exploded the moment it touched the blade, releasing a black poisonous mist mixed with the barbarian shaman's curse runes.

He held his breath and stepped back, but felt a tightness in his ankle. He didn't know when, but the snow on the ground was already covered with thorny vines.

"Break!" Robin's dragon might erupted, turning the vines to ashes in the intense heat and simultaneously repelling the barbarian warriors in the encirclement.

He wiped the poisoned blood from the corner of his mouth and saw the barbarian army banners in the distance retreating in panic, while Andisu's Rock Warriors had already forced the fleeing soldiers into a narrow valley.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, Robin picked up his composite bow, which had fallen into the snow, nocked an arrow, drew the string, and aimed. A hundred meters away, the barbarian overseer was trying to reorganize his defenses. His bearskin cloak billowed in the morning breeze, revealing a gaping wound on the back of his neck.

One arrow killed them instantly, and the last hope of the barbarians was extinguished. In the end, they were surrounded and wiped out by the elite troops brought by Robin.

When the last barbarian warrior fell, the battlefield finally fell silent.

Robin walked through the snow toward the Dragon-Slaying Spear. The dragon pattern on the spear shaft was slowly absorbing the priest's remaining energy, forming a crystallized energy crystal.

Wind Chime arrived with her shrine maiden troupe. Stepping over the wreckage, they began collecting the barbarian corpses, which would become "resources" for the next war.

Andysu kicked aside a frozen corpse and tossed the captured bronze axe to Robin: "Sir, this is enough for us to forge three good swords."

(End of this chapter)