Lord: I can see loyalty.

Chapter 270 Sand Knight Christ!

As night fell, the sounds of fighting on the battlefield gradually subsided.

The armies of the South and the North withdrew their troops and stood facing each other in the darkness.

In the southern camp, campfires burned in clusters, wisps of smoke rising from them. Soldiers sat around the fires, talking in hushed tones and chewing on their dry rations.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and burnt flesh, the remnants of the daytime battle.

Vio sat in the main tent, a map spread out on the table in front of him, the candlelight flickering in the draft.

He closed his eyes, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, his mind still replaying every detail of his fight with Cedric during the day.

His strength was so great that his sword couldn't pierce his armor, and his shield couldn't stop his slashes.

We must find his weakness, otherwise he will still be difficult to defeat in the next battle.

The tent flap was lifted, and Alec entered. "My lord, it's time to rest."

Vio opened his eyes. "Any news from Jimmy?"

"The Gray Hyena Mercenary Group has already set off. Commander William led two hundred elite troops around via the mountain path on the east side. He said that within three days at most, they could create chaos behind the Northern Army's lines."

Vio nodded. "What about Axel and Timothy?"

"The fleet has already set sail and is expected to land on the northern coast by tomorrow evening." Alex paused. "My lord, you have exhausted your resources and need to rest."

2

Vio was silent for a moment, then stood up and walked outside the tent.

The night sky was moonless and the stars were dim. Dark clouds piled up on the northern horizon. He knew that Cedric would not let him sleep peacefully.

Last time it was Christ, this time it might be an even more dangerous enemy.

"Increase patrols; there might be a surprise attack tonight." His voice was calm.

Alec frowned slightly. "Do you think Cedric would send an assassin?"

"I don't just think, I'm sure." Vio turned around and walked back into the tent. "We don't even need Cedric's party. Christ came last time, and he might come again this time."

He took off his armor, wearing only a thin shirt, and lay on his cot.

The Demon Feather Sword leaned against the headboard, the Demon Feather Shield hung beside the bed, and the Magic Gloves were placed by the pillow. The knight's aura was contained within his body, but his perception was still projected outward.

His breathing was deep and even, his heartbeat steady, but he was fully conscious, like a wild beast in a slumber, ready to fight the enemy at any moment.

As night deepened, the noise at the camp gradually subsided.

The footsteps of patrolling soldiers echoed outside the tent, occasionally punctuated by the barking of dogs.

Vio closed his eyes, his senses spreading like an invisible net across every corner of the camp.

He could sense Alec meditating in the next tent, Jimmy patrolling outside, Gina keeping watch at the edge of the camp, and Russell recuperating in the wounded soldiers' camp.

Then he felt it again.

On the eastern side, at the edge of the camp, a dark figure was rapidly approaching.

His steps were so light they were almost silent, each step treading in the shadows to avoid the sight of the patrolling soldiers.

He concealed his aura very well; if it weren't for Vio's fourth-level perception, he wouldn't have been able to detect him at all.

It's Christy again.

Vio didn't move, but simply placed his hand on the Demon Feather Sword.

His breathing remained deep and even, his heartbeat steady, as if he were still asleep, but his body was taut, like a fully drawn bow, ready to shoot a fatal arrow at any moment.

The dark figure stopped outside the tent, seemingly checking the situation inside.

Vio could feel his gaze falling on him through the gaps in the tent.

He was cautious, more cautious than last time. He was waiting, waiting for Vio to lower his guard, waiting for him to turn over, waiting for his breathing to become deeper.

Vio deliberately turned over, turning his back to the tent flap.

His breathing became longer and more even, as if he had fallen asleep.

The shadowy figure was indeed lured in and set off.

The tent flap was silently pulled back, and a dark figure darted in, a long sword in hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the darkness.

His steps were so light they were almost silent, each step landing precisely on the seams of the wooden planks, avoiding any points that might make a sound.

His goal was clear: Vio in bed.

He walked to the bedside, raised his longsword, and aimed the blade at Vio's nape.

Vio suddenly opened his eyes, the Demon Feather Sword sprang from the bedside, he gripped the hilt and slashed at the shadowy figure's throat with a backhand motion.

The shadowy figure reacted swiftly, dodging to the side. The sword's edge grazed his neck, drawing a trickle of blood.

He leaped backward, creating distance, his longsword held horizontally in front of him, watching Vio warily.

Vio rolled out of bed, holding the Magic Feather Sword horizontally in front of him, the Magic Feather Shield in his other hand, and his magic gloves already on.

He didn't rush to attack, but just stared at the black figure.

Christ, his brother.

"You've come again, my brother." Vio's voice was calm as his gaze fell on the wound on Vio's shoulder that had not yet fully healed, the one caused by the magic glove explosion last time.

Christ's pupils contracted slightly; his cloak concealed the wound, but Vio still saw it.

Christ didn't answer, but instead gripped his longsword tightly and lunged forward.

His sword was as fast as lightning, aimed straight for Vio's throat. Vio dodged to the side and slashed at his waist with his sword.

Christ raised his sword to parry, sparks flew, and both men took a half step back.

Vio infused magic into the glove, causing the runes on it to glow blue. A bolt of lightning shot from his palm, striking Christ directly in the face.

Christ raised his sword to parry, but lightning struck the sword, creating a burst of sparks. His arm jolted, and he was thrown back several steps, knocking over the tables and chairs behind him.

"It looks like your injuries haven't healed yet. Of course, even if they had, you wouldn't be a match for me," Vio said calmly.

Christ didn't answer, but simply gripped his longsword and lunged forward again.

His swordsmanship was still tricky, but his speed and power were not as good as before.

After a few moves, his wounds reopened, blood soaked through his cloak, his breathing became rapid, and his steps began to falter.

Vio deflected his longsword with a single stroke, his gaze sharpening as he posed a question.

"Why would you risk your own life to kill me at this time?"

Christ looked at him, her gray eyes filled with complex emotions.

Anger, resentment, and something Vio couldn't understand—he didn't loosen his grip, the longsword began to swing again, and at the same time, he finally spoke.

"There can only be one Ross in the Ross family." His voice was hoarse.

Hearing these cryptic words, Vio was taken aback and took a step back to dodge a sword strike.

"What does this mean?"

Christ didn't answer, he just stared at Vio, said nothing more, and drew his sword again!

Bang!

A powerful shockwave erupted, and the commotion naturally did not escape the notice of the warriors in the southern border; sounds rang out from outside the tent.

"Protect the Earl!"

"There's an assassin!"