The Twenty-Second Chapter: The Three Wild Boar Brothers

  Arvad and his brother's capture of Baron Difohni soon reached the castle of Duke Mason, and Count Lauteritz knew that Baron Difohni was a relative of the Duke of Saxony, so he wanted to take control of the baron himself, so when the duke wanted to use the baron as a bargaining chip, he could curry favor with the duke. Thinking of this, he immediately beckoned to his two inner courtyard knights.

  "My lord." The Imperial Knights bowed to the Count.

  "Go and bring Baron Diffroni to me." commanded Count Lauteritz.

  "But, Baron Difroni is already a prisoner of Sir Wendel. Do you want to ransom him from his hands?" The knights of the Imperial Guard looked at each other and asked the Earl in puzzlement.

  "Ah, very well, this should be enough." Count Lauteritz's face showed dissatisfaction as he pulled out a flat purse from his waist and threw it to his chamberlains, ordering them to bring the person immediately.

  "Yes, Count." The knights of the inner court looked at the pouches in their hands, pinched the few dozen silver coins inside, and felt helpless about the Earl's stinginess. However, Count Louvain was their lord, and his orders were not to be questioned. They had no choice but to turn around and walk out, their footsteps echoing emptily in the corridor.

  The Imperial Knights were ordered to come and take away Baron Difroni, but they were stopped by Arrod. Both sides froze on the spot, the knights were anxious to complete their monarch's order, while the Windel family wanted to protect their own victory, the ransom of the noble Baron Difroni could help them get through financial difficulties.

  A clear and crisp voice rang out, the imperial knights also drew their swords. These imperial knights wore chain mail, over which they wore surcoats with a yellow castle wall pattern embroidered on them, the emblem of the Count of Lauterbach family.

  "Father, since they have come to our doorstep, we cannot show weakness." Yifu shouted loudly, he held his sword on his shoulder, glaring at these Lauterbach count's household knights.

  "Gentlemen, Baron Difonis is our prisoner. If Count Lauzits wants him, he can ask me personally according to the etiquette between knights. But wanting to take away our prisoner with just a few silver coins is an extremely dishonorable act of robbery." Sir Wendel said loudly, raising his head high. Many people in the camp had been attracted by the commotion and were watching from a distance. Sir Wendel's words resonated with them, and Count Lauzits, relying on his relationship with Duke Meissen and his title and status, often acted lawlessly, which had long caused dissatisfaction among many Meissen knights. This incident became an outlet for their discontent, and various cheers and whistles echoed in response to Sir Wendel's words.

  "We were ordered to come here, and if we return empty-handed, we will certainly be punished by the Count." The inner knights of Count Lautrec whispered to each other.

  "Alright, if we shed blood today, it's all worth it for the sake of loyalty to our lord." The Imperial Knights came to a consensus and gripped their swords tightly, advancing towards the Windel family in lockstep. Both sides were on high alert, the mud beneath their feet making soft crunching sounds as they moved.

  "Ah, drink~~~." Arwade grasped his sword, his starting pose was the plow position. When a Imperial Guard knight had just entered his attack range, Arwade let out a loud shout and first used a move to seize the initiative, then suddenly stabbed at the Imperial Guard knight's arm.

  The Imperial Knight hurriedly swung his sword upwards to block, but this was just Arwade's feint. His real intention was to make a slashing motion between the hilt of his opponent's sword, Arwade's swordsmanship was quick and accurate, when he withdrew his sword, the Imperial Knight let out an "ah" sound, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

  "Well done, Arod." Yifu laughed heartily, Arod's swordsmanship was what he had taught him, and his disciple winning against his opponent also brought glory to him as a master.

  "Well, you look like something." Sir Wendel nodded in satisfaction, expressing his appreciation for the growth of his sons.

  "You despicable guy." The Imperial Knights saw their injured comrade defeated in one move, and they were nervous and dared not to make a move. At this time, a deafening voice came from behind them.

  "You fools, the Earl knew you were unreliable." Behind them appeared a giant of a man, like an iron tower cut in half. The giant's large hands, like fans, pushed the Imperial Knights aside, and two or three knights wearing chain mail looked as helpless as kindergarten children.

  "Hehehe, Count-sama is really making a big deal out of this small matter, and yet he still wants us brothers to take care of it." Behind the giant's back, a tall and thin man appeared. His cheekbones were narrow and his skin was pale, with an eerie smile on his face, occasionally letting out strange laughter.

  "Shut up, Ogden! This is the Earl's command, and we must obey!" As people's attention was drawn away, another short and stout fellow appeared from behind the giant, his face incredibly ugly under the torchlight, with nostrils pointing upwards and a pair of ears that seemed to be flapping in the wind, making him look like he had a pig's head on his body.

  "Ah, big brother, you come and choose your opponent, I like that young and handsome one, the big guy is yours, my mute little brother. As for that old geezer, he's all yours, haha." The slender and tall Ogden said with a sarcastic tone, completely disregarding the people of the Windell family, as if they were mere meat on a chopping board in front of him.

  "The Wild Boar Three Brothers, and Count Lauterbach has actually let these three scoundrels out." The surrounding German onlookers all let out cries of shock, their voices filled with fear and hatred, but the Wild Boar Three Brothers didn't take it to heart at all.

  "What's going on, Father? Who are they?" Arto asked curiously, turning to the ashen-faced Sir Wendel.

  "They are the Pottlem family, a family with a boar as their crest, said to be a family that reveres beasts and still retains the darkest customs of the Black Forest, such as the shameful act of incest, and therefore their descendants often receive God's curse." Sir Wendel explained to Arrod.

  "No wonder they look so deformed, it turns out they're the product of inbreeding, huh." Arrode couldn't help but sneer.

  "Beware, Lord Arin, the Portlem family is known for their exceptional brutality and ruthlessness." Eryndor's face also showed a rare expression of caution, his hands tightly gripping the hilt of his sword as he drew closer to his father, Sir Wendel.

  "They may be knights, but they've been wanted by the Imperial Court for their excessive cruelty. I heard they became private vassals of some noble and were being sheltered, but I never thought it was Count Lautrec." Sir Wendel drew his sword, his brow furrowed in disgust as he spoke.

  "Heh heh heh, these guys are scared." Ogden chuckled as he approached, his body swaying back and forth, clad in a tight-fitting leather cuirass, a long sword drawn from the crotch of his pants, it was unclear whether this strange way of wearing a sword was also a hobby of the Portlem family.

  "Come on, my brother." Pig-face Grover stretched out his own plump hand and waved it at the giant beside him, who was wearing a half-plate armor that only reached halfway up his body, probably because of his enormous size.

  Pazi strode heavily towards Yifu, his body creating a gust of wind that carried with it waves of foul odor, like the stench of rotting blood. When the massive figure appeared under the torchlight, Aruo De saw that Pazi's cuirass emitted a dark red color, completely unlike the usual bright luster of ordinary armor.

  "Be careful, Yifu!" Ahuo shouted anxiously. The giant Pazi drew a huge wolf-toothed club made of pure iron from his waist, and the inverted thorns on the wolf-toothed club also emitted a dark red color. When Pazi swung the wolf-toothed club, waves of bloody smell rushed straight to the nostrils.

  "Little treasure, worry about yourself." Just as Arwade was distracted for a moment, Ogden's long sword suddenly appeared in front of him. This guy named Ogden had silently and stealthily stabbed over, this sinister and cunning action almost made Arwade suffer a great loss, but fortunately Arwade immediately used the hilt of his sword to knock open Ogden's attack, and immediately placed his sword at waist level using a plow-style defense.

  "Oh no~~~." On the other side, Ifu and Pazi's duel had also reached a boiling point. Ifu was also a power-type warrior, but Pazi's terrifying wolf-toothed club was the overlord of blunt weapons. With Pazi's formidable strength, if he were to be hit on the head with the wolf-toothed club, his brains would surely splatter and he would die instantly. Ifu swung his dual-handed sword desperately to block, but the vibration from the blunt weapon caused his tiger mouth to go numb repeatedly.

  "Everyone, stop it~~~~." Just then, the sound of horseshoes echoed from the campsite, and several knights on horseback entered the campsite, stopping the wild boars' frantic attack. Dozens of soldiers holding long spears and wearing half-armor also gathered around. Seeing this situation, Grover had no choice but to order his brothers to stop attacking. He turned around to see General Ralf and a nobleman wearing luxurious velvet formal attire riding slowly towards him. The purple velvet worn by the nobleman bore the emblem of Duke Mason. The nobleman's refined and handsome face made Grover feel inferior and ashamed.

  "It's you." Arvind dodged Ogden's sword, his eyes widening in surprise at the person standing beside General Rylle, someone he knew and had history with. What was he doing here?