Aruod and the Clan Knight were several steps apart. The two raised their swords to each other and performed a sword salute, then pulled their left foot back to take a lunge, and each set their own posture. The Clan Knight used a shield and a sword, so the starting style he used was a standard plowing position, while the Schwab "Terminator" was a half sword. The so-called half sword was slightly shorter than the big sword, and the sword body was made into a flaming shape. Therefore, the starting style used by Aruod was a high-position ox horn style.

"Drink." Aruod held the hilt of the sword in both hands and felt the cold touch of his cold forged sword. He slowly closed his eyes slightly, feeling that the Terminator seemed to be an extension of his arm. Suddenly, Aruod shouted and opened his eyes, and rushed forward with exchange steps. The sword stabbed the squad knight from above.

"Do~~." The Knight of the Ban also fought in the arena and battlefield for many years. As soon as he noticed Arod's movements from behind his shield, he immediately raised the shield. The Terminator's sword edge stabbed the wooden shield and made a muffled sound. After resisting the first attack, the Knight of the Ban took a step forward and covered himself with a shield, trying to make Arod unable to see his movements under the shield. After he narrowed the attack range, he stabbed Arod from under the shield.

"Hu." Aruod skillfully changed his steps, stepped on his left foot and moved forward with his right foot. The half sword in his hand changed from a high position to a low position. In the process of changing the sword style, blocked the sword edge that the class knight stabbed under the shield. As soon as the swords of the two men triggered a crisp metal sound, they left, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

"Okay." In the short confrontation, everyone was dazzled. Not only did the knights around cheer loudly, but even the onlookers were fascinated by the light infantry watching with weapons. This was not a big deal. In the medieval period, there were no one who didn't like to watch knights compete.

"Is this still a war?" Aruod looked around and said in a low voice with laughter and cry.

"Be careful, Lord Arude." Compared to the Knights, this kind of scene was already commonplace. He reminded Arude from the sound of the helmet, but the attack of the sword in his hand did not ease at all. He slashed horizontally and slashed at Arude several times in one breath.

Arude had no choice but to use his half sword to block the opponent's attack. The sound of ping-pong was heard in the open space. The light infantry was so excited that they felt that they had not come to the battlefield in vain. Even when they returned to their hometown, there was enough topic of conversation. However, the knights, even Marcos, shook their heads secretly. The Knights were probably too anxious. Although the knight's physical strength was better than ordinary soldiers, don't forget that Arude was wearing light leather armor, and the weight of the chain mail on the Knights would make him even more tired.

The Knight Ban had other plans in his mind, and he had to fight quickly. Although Arude agreed to the agreement with him, don't forget that this was on the battlefield. Sir Eble's army had just left not long ago. Who knew whether they would kill a shot back? At that time, the attendant of Arude would have the final say.

"Huhuhuhu." The Knight of the Clair felt dry and he wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The bottle-style helmet was very stuffy, which made him even more bored.

"Take off your helmet, Lord." Aruod put the sword in front of him and said to the Knight of the Ban.

"I'm sorry Lord Arod." The Knight of the Clan inserted his sword to the ground, took off his bulky helmet, and threw away his shield. At this time, a ridiculous scene appeared. The fully armed Knight threw away his helmet and shield, while the light-fitting Arude was at ease.

"Are you okay?" Aruod asked again when he saw that the Knights seemed to be ready.

"Okay." The Knight of the Clan felt embarrassed for his loss of composure. Who knew how he would forget to remove the bulky helmet, because of Arud's strange tactics and weapons that made the experienced Knight dizzy.

The Knight of the Clan who was posing again fought with Arod. The Knight of the Clan had rich combat experience and relied on his physical strength to open and close, but the chain mail on his body limited his movements. Without Arod's skillful sword skills, neither side could do anything to each other. Moreover, the Knight of the Clan was always worried that Sir Eble would send reinforcements over, and hesitation made him unable to fully exert his strength.

"It's almost over." If there is a smile in my heart, Aruod must be the smile of the fox after he succeeds. He decided to end the battle in one round.

"Ah." After the squad knight threw away the shield, he could hold the sword in both hands. Of course, the force was much stronger. When he was slashing towards Arude, he almost staggered several times. Just as he was yelling and preparing to add another force to Arude, Arude began to fight back.

"Clang." Aruod's eyes narrowed, his hands were clenched and then clenched. The sweat in his hands made the hilt wrapped in cowhide a little slippery. The moment the squad knight slashed at him from the upper sword, his footsteps moved downwards, the hilt of the sword was facing upwards, and his hands crossed to move the hilt 45 degrees. Using the sword's sword of the squad knight, the tip of the sword stroked across the squad knight's cheek, and the sword edge was placed on the artery of the squad knight's neck. As long as Aruod pulled a little, the squad knight would splatter blood on the spot.

"Beautiful attack." Knight Crave was stunned. Although Arud's attack was very simple, it was to break through the defense of the class knight from above, the blocking attack and timing were very exquisite. What's even more wonderful is that if the class knight was wearing a helmet, Arud's move would be useless. However, the class knight took off his helmet and gave up his defense on his head. Is this also under the calculation of this little servant? The knights felt chills behind their backs.

"I lost." The Knight of the Ban felt the sharp edge of the sword on his neck sting the skin of his neck. He couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have given up his helmet, but there is no regret medicine in this world. Since he lost the competition, he could only fulfill his promise to become Aruod's prisoner.

"Long live Lord Arod." The light infantry shouted excitedly. What the soldiers feared the most was the stupid and cowardly generals of their followers. The former would increase unnecessary casualties and the latter would damage the morale of the soldiers. Aruod was obviously not such a person. He had the strategy of resisting the terrifying caravan charge of heavy cavalry and the courage to compete with the enemy. Now this victory was so easy that it could not help but cheer everyone.

"We lost, please accept our sword." The Knights of the Clan helped to lead the knights to present their swords with both hands to express their surrender.

"Save your sword squad, my mission is to block you and your people. Now that my mission is completed, you can keep your honor, just give me enough ransom." Arud did not accept the swords of the knights. If the swords of the knights are confiscated, it will be the biggest stain for it. Arud doesn't want to anger these knights, he only needs enough money. As for false honors and other things, please leave them to these Knights.

"Oh, are you really willing to keep our honor?" asked the Knight of the Clan in surprise. In his opinion, if Arud gets the swords of his knights, it is beneficial to show off and promote his reputation everywhere. A servant led a group of peasant soldiers to defeat more than a dozen fully armed knights. If this is said, the lords on the Europa continent will look at Arud differently, but this servant doesn't want it.

"Well, yes, yes, just give the ransom, um, you know." Aruod looked at these extremely excited knights for no reason. He blinked his eyes and gestured. In fact, poor Aruod really didn't understand the importance of medieval people's reputation. A noble reputation was actually an intangible asset. He let these knights go lightly.

"Okay, please allow one of us to go to Crave Castle to inform us that they will send someone to pay the ransom." The Knight of the Ban hurriedly said nothing, for fear that Aruod would regret it and keep his sword. Then this would not be a failure, and it would not damage his reputation in his knight's career. This made him feel relieved. This was just a small setback. He comforted himself in his heart.

"Very good, very good." Arod nodded and ordered one of the knights to make way for him to return to Crave Castle to inform him.

Soon, Crave Castle sent someone to send a thousand silver coins as ransom guarantee. The Knights of the Champions and several other knights were released first. They were satisfied with their swords, horses and armor to return to their castle. The other knights wrote down the loan in the parchment sent from the castle and stamped their family seals. They handed the parchment to Arod and left. Arod was a little puzzled. He asked Marcos next to him in a low voice.

"Why didn't they leave the horse and armor and just leave like that?"

"It seems, isn't Cooking Man accepting the sword of a knight? This is a battle of honor." Marcos shrugged and said to Arod. He thought Arod was too idealistic, and this battle lost a lot of things.

"Oh, I'll go around, how do I know so many things?" After hearing this, Aruod opened his eyes wide and screamed. He secretly complained in his heart. He knew that this was really a mute man who had trouble eating Coptis chinensis. He thought that the knights wanted to use a few hot forging swords in his hands that he looked down upon. Who knew that it meant all the equipment. Unexpectedly, he, a time traveler, had actually been cheated by foreigners. How could he say this?
Chapter completed!