Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 320 The Mysterious Knights

"The officer who stayed behind was barely alive when he said that the attackers were a knightly order without a flag."

A knight reported to Farman.

This news puzzled Farman even more: a knightly order without a banner?
This is very rare on this continent. Generally speaking, knightly orders have their own flags to signify their identity.

Farman stared at the corpses around him, his face ashen. The area around the supply depot was a scene of utter devastation, littered with the bodies of soldiers, their blood staining the ground.

The once-solid fortifications were also destroyed beyond recognition, and the ruins of the warehouse were still emitting black smoke, with the air filled with the smell of burning and the stench of death.

The supply depot was guarded by nearly a thousand troops, with a legendary knight in charge, and nearly a hundred grand knights and knights. Such strength was already formidable.

Farman couldn't understand how such a strong team could be defeated so easily.

However, after being attacked by that knightly order, they couldn't even hold out for half a day, which shows the fighting strength of that knightly order.

Farman realized that they might have encountered a very formidable opponent.

This opponent is lurking in the shadows, seems to know everything about them, and possesses formidable combat power.

"Strengthen the camp's defenses and send out more patrols. We must find the whereabouts of this mysterious knightly order," Farman ordered.

Now they must be careful and not give the enemy any more opportunities.

Meanwhile, inside Wilke Castle, Viscount Wilke was overjoyed upon learning of Robin's successful attack on the supply depot.

"As expected, Allen did not disappoint us. Now, the Gatekeeper Knights are in a difficult situation," Viscount Wilke said excitedly.

“Yes, sir. But we cannot let our guard down. Although they have suffered losses, they are still a powerful army. Be careful they don’t fight back desperately,” Ito warned.

After all, once Wilkesburg is breached, their troublesome food problem will be easily solved.

“That’s right. We must continue to strengthen the city’s defenses while closely monitoring the enemy’s movements. Perhaps this is our chance to turn the tide of the war,” said Viscount Wilke.

The news enlivened the atmosphere throughout Fort Wilke, and the soldiers' morale was greatly boosted.

They saw a glimmer of hope for victory, their fighting spirit was rekindled, and they prepared to face any battles that might come next.

The Viscountess held Fengling's hand and asked them about their life in Middle-earth.

Her eyes were filled with warmth and curiosity, as if she were listening to a distant and interesting story.

"You must have experienced many interesting things in Middle-earth, right? Did you encounter any particular dangers?" the Viscountess asked gently.

Fengling smiled and replied, "Madam, we have indeed been through a lot. The situation in Middle-earth is very complicated, but with Allen around, we always manage to turn danger into safety."

Her words revealed her trust in and reliance on Robin.

Robin's return immediately intimidated the Gatekeeper Knights, giving Viscount Wilke a lot more confidence.

Viscount Wilke stood on the city wall, looking at the camp of the Gatekeeper Knights. His eyes no longer held the worry and helplessness of before, but rather a sense of determination and confidence.

“Allen is like a reassuring pill. As soon as he came back, I felt that we had hope,” Viscount Wilke said to Iton beside him.

This made the Viscountess value Robin's son even more; although not her biological son, he was the pillar of the territory. "This child, Allen, is truly a lucky star for our Wilke territory. He is not only intelligent and brave, but also very resourceful," the Viscountess said softly.

"Then why hasn't he returned to the territory?" the Viscountess asked, puzzled.

Fengling smiled mysteriously: "He said that a mysterious knight order outside is more useful than a bow knight sitting in the territory."

The Viscountess nodded thoughtfully.

Robin was currently discussing the next steps with Ironjaw and the others.

“Although we burned their supplies, the Gatekeeper Knights won’t retreat easily. They might intensify their attack on us, trying to take Wilkeburg before their supplies run out,” Robin analyzed, frowning.

"Then what should we do, Lord Robin?" Ironjaw asked.

Clearly, despite following Robin for so long, Iron Jaws hasn't learned a single strategy or tactic; all he knows how to do in battle is charge.

“We should continue to remain hidden in the surrounding area. At the same time, I think we can organize some small-scale attacks to disrupt their plans. In time, they won’t be able to take it anymore,” Robin said methodically.

After hearing Robin's plan, the officers all nodded in agreement.

Thus, the War Knights began to act according to Robin's plan.

They dispersed into smaller groups and spread outwards, not launching any rash attacks, but only occasionally raiding lone soldiers and knights.

Meanwhile, on the side of the Gatekeeper Knights, Farman was also urgently adjusting his strategy.

“We can’t afford to lose our composure just because our supplies have been burned. Wilke’s army probably thinks we’re going to intensify our attack, so we’ll do the opposite. First, solidify our defenses, then look for an opportunity to break through their lines,” Farman told his officers.

The next second, a great knight trotted in. His face was filled with anxiety and fear as he ran, his armor making a slight clanging sound with his movements.

"Knight Commander, one of our patrol squads has gone missing. We sent men to search for them, but they only found their bodies."

The Grand Knight's voice trembled slightly; the patrol team's encounter still haunted him.

Those were his subordinates, who were just on routine patrol duty, but they never expected to encounter such a misfortune.

Farman's face grew even more somber; this was yet another blow they had suffered since the appearance of the Mysterious Knights.

"Do you know who did it?" he asked through gritted teeth.

The Grand Knight shook his head: "It's not clear yet. There aren't many signs of a struggle at the scene, but the patrol team members were all killed in one blow. The opponent seems to be a very powerful expert."

Farman clenched his fist: "It must be that mysterious knight order that attacked our supply depot before. They're in the shadows, and we're in the open. This can't go on."

"Then what should we do, Commander of the Knights?" the Grand Knight asked.

After a moment of contemplation, Farman said, "Strengthen communication between patrol teams and shorten patrol intervals."

Meanwhile, send out reconnaissance teams to find the whereabouts of that mysterious knightly order; increase the size of the patrols. We can no longer allow them to defeat us one by one.”

"Yes, Commander of the Knights!" The Grand Knight accepted the order and hurriedly left to relay it.

(End of this chapter)