Arod's suggestion quickly made Grace taste the wonderful things in the fight. Perhaps the enemy's eyes and movements would deceive her, but whenever Sir Will attempt to attack, his shoulders would inevitably be exposed. Grace, who noticed this, could always see through Sir Will's actions. In desperation, Sir Will could only suppress Grace with his strength. The duel suddenly became more intense in the military camp. Sir Will's sword hit the G.

Rise's shield made a dull sound. The Vikings' wooden shield was different from the Franks. It was made of wood and nailed with iron nails and iron bars. Compared with the Franks' pointed shield, which was made of wood and leather, was heavier. However, Grace used the round shield as if it was extended by her arm. She protected her body and rushed towards Sir Will like a rhino. This sudden attack almost made Sir Will fall to the ground.

This kind of collision is the specialty of Viking warriors. Dozens or even hundreds of Viking warriors use round shields to form shield formations. They can rush to the enemy's position together to play the role of rushing. After rushing the enemy formation, they will raise their battle axe and slash. Almost no one can resist it. This is also an effective battle formation they have used countless times. Individual soldiers are also very useful tricks. If the opponent falls under the impact, they will inevitably lose.

"Hiss~~~." Although Sir Will staggered and stood firm, he was chopped off the back by Grace's battle axe, which made the Masons around him exclaim, while the Vikings laughed and raised their arms.

"Stop." At this moment, Duke Eble finally came forward to stop this duel. Only the Duke, who is the commander of the army, has the right to stop a private fight. The Duke's reasons are also very good, to avoid internal commotion before the war.

"Huhh." Grace's hair was scattered on her shoulders. She grabbed her shield and tomahawk. She still did not relax her vigilance. At this time, she was already on the verge of mania, with her teeth tightly biting. Like an angry female leopard, once the Viking warriors are angry, they will lose their minds and persevere. This is also why they are called berserkers.

"Enough Grace, it's over." Arod hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Grace's shoulder, trying to restore her sanity. He remembered that comforting women's back would calm their emotions, so he reached out to hold Grace's back.

"Oh oh~~~." But Grace's eyes were full of anger, and the pain in the wound on her arm was also stimulating her nerves. It seemed that it was a very humiliating thing for her to not defeat the enemy in front of her, but Aruod hurriedly hugged the Nordic girl's body tightly.

"Hmph. The Viking Warriors are nothing more than that, bah." Sir Will saw that Duke Eble had come forward and knew that the matter could no longer continue. What is important is that Earl Plaun, the vassal of Duke Eble, also came, and as the monarch of Sir Will, he ordered him not to fight for the duel.

"Let me kill him." The Nordic girl Grace was so angry that she was so angry that Arod had strongly grasped her, making it impossible for her to fight avenge. The two of them pulled apart in the open space of the military camp until Sir Ron came to help Arod stop Grace, and it was not until Sir Will left the place.

"Sir Will has no need to make things difficult for a woman. This is not very famous." Sir Ron looked at Sir Will's back as he left, frowned and said to Arod.

"Things are a little strange." Arod let go of Grace's arm, and he couldn't figure out why Sir Will wanted to kill Grace. There must be some reason for this. Thinking of this, General Lauzits's face appeared in his mind.

When Sir Will returned to his steep tent, he took off his chain mail and shirt, and had wounds in several parts of his body. Sir Will had two attendants. As the guards of the knights, these attendants not only had to fight on the battlefield with swords, but also were responsible for taking care of the knight's daily life, and of course they also included trivial matters such as helping the knight heal. When Sir Will took off his armor and clothes and exposed the wound, the attendant quickly took out the needle and thread to sew the wound, and covered Sir Will's body with several wounds of all sizes. These minor injuries did not seem to be anything to him. Another attendant poured ale for the jazz so that the jazz could endure the pain while drinking.

"It was a good fight, but it didn't take the life of the northern lady." At this moment, the general of Count Lauziz unveiled the curtain of the tent and walked in. He looked at Sir Will, who was sitting on the wooden box and drinking while asking the servant to sew the wounds.

"Hmph, if Arud hadn't done anything, I would have killed that girl, but why did you have to kill her?" Sir Will glanced at the general of Count Lauziz. He had no choice but to hate Arud. When Count Lauziz's general came to him at first, he thought he wanted to let him kill Arud, but he also wanted him to kill Grace.

"That girl is the daughter of the former King of Denmark, and Arod cannot let her control." Earl Lauziz's general found another suitcase and sat down, and he said to him facing Sir Will.

"Is this what Count Lauzits means?" Sir Will asked curiously.

"No, this is my unauthorized claim, okay, this is paying you." Earl Lauziz's general took out his purse and threw it in front of Sir Will. Yes, they are old acquaintances. Before Sir Will became the knight of Earl Plaun, he had been a employed knight for a while, saying that the knight was actually a bandit robber. At that time, he was caught when he was robbed in Earl Rauziz's territory. Earl Lauziz's general pleaded for him and released him, and re-established his identity for him, arranged to enter the court of Earl Plaun and become the knight of Earl Plaun.

"Hmph, you all go down." Sir Will held the purse in his hand, and he waved his servants to leave the tent. The two of them had a secret conversation in the tent for a long time before the general of Count Lauziz left the tent.

"Ah~~~." In the tent in the military camp with the black lion's heraldic flag hanging, a woman's scream sounded, causing the patrol soldiers passing by to stop, not knowing what was going on, but seeing that it was the camp of the Earl of Mecklenburg, they all chuckled strangely and slowed down with unsatisfactory feelings.

"Okay, don't shout. If you don't use alcohol to disinfect, the wound will become inflamed. It's better than using a hot soldering iron to decontaminate it and leave scars." Aruod said to Grace, who was lying on his camp bed with a headache. He held a small bottle of distilled brandy in his hand. This brandy is actually an ingredient in the mixed liquid of the flamethrower, and of course it is also a valuable healing item that Aruod carries with him.

"But it hurts really." Grace lay on Arod's camp bed. There were several wounds on her body, on her shoulders, waist and thighs. Brandy was poured on Arod's shoulders and waist, which certainly made her scream in pain. However, when she heard that she had to disinfect with a hot iron, she thought that ugly wounds would be left on her fair skin, she endured it with tears in her eyes. After all, brandy would not leave any wounds, and it was not that scary.

"Why don't you know how to cry out in the duel?" Aroud laughed at Grace.

"It didn't hurt at that time, but after you drizzle this strange wine, it really hurts so much." Grace blinked her eyes like the sea and said pitifully to Arud, unable to see the fierce look in the duel arena.

"Oh, okay, just be careful not to touch the water." Aruod shook his head. If a girl of this age was in the future, she would still live a leisurely and comfortable life, but in this era, she would have to fight with an axe. If she was not careful, she would be in no way, and she would inevitably feel pity in her heart.

"But there are still wounds that have not been treated?" Grace asked in confusion.

"Ahem, you can do it yourself, I'll give you the wine." Aruod's face turned slightly red. The wounds on his thighs were too sensitive. Even Aruod, who had already experienced human affairs, could not pour wine on her thighs, especially the Nordic Nizi's legs were long. Because of sports, her thighs were tight and there was no fat at all. It was really comparable to European and American models who watched on TV in later generations. Oh no, it was even more graceful than those models who rely on gym body shaping. Aruod looked a little bit hard with his heart beating through Grace's trousers, let alone looking at his fair thighs.

"But it's really troublesome, please help me." Grace frowned and turned around regardless. She tore the trousers on her injured leg with both hands. Anyway, she just needs to tie it with a linen rope. A white ** was raised and placed in front of Arod.

"Damn, these legs." Aruod was also a man who was shocked by this. It has to be said that the legs of the Nordic girls were very beautiful, and they did not regret that ordinary Nordic people had strong hair. On the fair skin, a sharp sword was shocking wound appeared in front of Aruod. Following the straight legs, the plump and round buttocks, the slender and moving waist, and the two fulfilling peaks, Aruod felt a heat current rushing downwards.

"What's wrong with you? Hurry up, I feel a little cold." Grace complained to Arod in dissatisfaction.

"Oh." Arod took a deep breath and sprinkled brandy on Grace's wound with his trembling hands. Grace closed her eyes tightly, frowned, and bit her red lips, and grabbed the edge of the camp bed with both hands.

"Well~~~ Hum~~." Grace tried her best to endure the pain and let out a life-thinking hum. Her legs twitched a few times, and suddenly Grace threw herself into Aruod's arms.
Chapter completed!