Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 295 The Old Knight

Ironjaw's original intention was simply to create enough chaos within the limited twenty minutes to attract Sylvain's attention.

But now, seeing how easily Rick's territory had crumbled, an even bolder idea began to take root in his mind.

Twenty minutes is enough for him to kill many nobles.

Ironjaw was well aware of the status and influence of these nobles in the Middle-earth; they possessed vast wealth, land, and resources.

If enough nobles can be killed within these twenty minutes, it will not only put enormous pressure on Sylvain, but also cause a great shock in the region.

This might be an unexpected bonus for their plans.

Ironjaw brandished its weapon and charged toward the main castle building where the nobles were located, as if it were empty.

Seeing their leader's bravery, his men were greatly encouraged and followed in his footsteps.

The nobles fled in terror; they were used to a life of luxury and had never seen such a bloody and cruel scene.

Some nobles attempted to organize their guards to resist, but they were quickly overwhelmed by Ironjaw and his men's fierce attack.

When Ghost General saw that Iron Jaw had changed its plans, he was somewhat worried, but he also understood that this might be a rare opportunity.

He also commanded his rangers and bandits to charge into the castle and expand their gains.

While Ironjaw and his men were wreaking havoc inside the castle, a hidden master from Rick's territory suddenly appeared.

He was an elderly but battle-hardened legendary knight who had been living in seclusion in the castle.

Seeing the nobles he was protecting in such danger, he decided to step forward.

This hidden master, wielding a longsword that exuded an ancient aura, blocked Ironjaw's path.

His eyes were filled with determination and resolve; despite facing such a powerful enemy as Iron Jaw, he showed no sign of backing down.

Iron Jaw was slightly taken aback when he saw his opponent suddenly appear, but he quickly regained his composure.

The Middle-earth nobility is indeed far superior to that of the Westerlands; almost every territory has a legendary knight in charge.

To continue slaughtering nobles, this obstacle must first be overcome.

Ironjaw glanced out the window subconsciously. Robin had also been secretly following along on this mission, since the daily quota of one hundred slots couldn't be wasted.

Robin knew that every opportunity was precious and that the acquisition of resources often determined the future.

Since the end of the war with the barbarians, he has been reaping fewer and fewer legendary power fruits.

The end of the war meant that the main way to obtain the Power Fruit was cut off, forcing Robin to find other ways to replenish her power source.

I have no choice but to take the initiative to earn some extra money.

He viewed the attack on Rick's territory as a good opportunity to acquire resources, despite the risks involved, the potential rewards were quite tempting.

The old legendary knight glanced out the window instinctively and was immediately startled.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes; his years of combat experience made him instantly aware of the approaching danger.

An iron arrow flew in from nowhere. Like a messenger of death, it moved with incredible speed, leaving a cold, gleaming trail in the moonlight.

The arrow seemed to be surrounded by a mysterious energy fluctuation, as if it had been infused with powerful energy by a master.

The legendary old knight didn't have time to think; his body reacted instinctively.

He dodged to the side, and the iron arrow grazed his shoulder before embedding itself deeply into the wall behind him.

Where the iron arrow struck, a crack instantly appeared in the wall, and surrounding stones fell down. "Who?" the old legendary knight shouted.

His eyes searched for any trace of the enemy in the darkness outside the window, but he could see nothing but pitch blackness.

He knew in his heart that the person who could shoot such a powerful iron arrow was no ordinary person.

Iron Jaws turned its head when it heard the noise.

He frowned when he saw the iron arrows on the wall.

This old fellow is quite skilled; he was able to dodge the master's iron arrows.

Ironjaw knew well how skilled Robin was with his arrows; it was a skill honed through countless battles. The fact that he could dodge Robin's iron arrows was enough to prove that this old knight was not to be underestimated.

Just as the old knight was on guard, several more iron arrows came from different directions.

The iron arrows rained down on the old knights, forcing them to parry from both sides while seeking cover.

The old knight brandished his longsword, attempting to deflect the incoming iron arrows. Each clash between the arrow and the sword produced a crisp metallic sound, sending sparks flying.

Robin was also very surprised to see this old man able to block his iron arrows, something even a second-tier barbarian could not do.

Robin reassessed the old knight's strength and realized that this seemingly unremarkable old knight might be hiding great power.

The old knight was also suffering in silence. His arms were already aching from deflecting the iron arrows, and each block required a great deal of his strength.

His forehead was covered in sweat, which slid down his cheeks.

The power of that iron arrow was truly immense. An ordinary legendary knight would have been dead long ago, and his ability to hold on until now was already at its limit.

The old knight gritted his teeth, inwardly groaning.

He knew he couldn't be defeated by these iron arrows. He still had to protect the nobles of Rick's territory, even though they were usually extravagant and dissolute. As a knight, he had his own duties and honors.

While deflecting the iron arrows, the old knight's eyes searched for any trace of the enemy.

He tried to find the person who had secretly shot the arrow so he could retaliate.

However, Robin was so well hidden that he couldn't find her at all.

Seeing that the old knight was still putting up a stubborn resistance, Ironjaw said to Will beside him, "This old guy is really hard to deal with. We can't let him drag this on like this. We have to find a way to get rid of him as soon as possible."

Will rolled his eyes and said irritably, "If I could beat him, I wouldn't be standing here."

So Ironjaw signaled his men to summon Ghost General and Andisu. With several legends joining forces, plus the lord's elusive iron arrows, the old knight would be badly injured, if not killed.

Robin's lips curled slightly as she watched Ironjaw and the others' actions.

His eyes revealed a confident sense of control, as if everything was within his plan.

He took out another iron arrow, nocked it on his bow, and aimed it at the old knight.

Robin's movements were steady and skillful, his gaze fixed on the old knight like a cheetah locking onto its prey.

This time, however, he wasn't aiming for the old knight's head, but rather his hands and feet.

Robin felt a sense of appreciation for the old knight's talent. Although he was old, he had already reached the peak of the legendary realm, or rather, he was a half-step Order Realm expert.

Such strength is extremely rare on this continent, and Robin knows that if such a talent could be used for her own purposes, it would be a powerful asset.

(End of this chapter)