Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The perfect performance was destroyed by the roaring iron hooves.

The violent performance of the King of Land War is to ravage all those who resist.

The exquisite monastic knight has never experienced such a scene.

In addition to the absence of the knight leader, the group is leaderless.

Some people wanted to control the horses to avoid the charge, while others tried to prevent the knight from launching a countercharge, but they overestimated the tacit understanding of their companions.

The chaos of the Monastery Knights is definitely not their strongest level, but it is the most realistic level.

If Burdett were to organize the Knights for a frontal charge, it would definitely cause considerable losses to the Augusta Knights.

Derek was right at the arrowhead of the charge, and he could even see the panic expression on the knight who was close at hand.

Of course he's not crazy.

Killing Melgen Abbey at this time would not bring him any prestige.

On the contrary, Louis II would probably happily open a bottle of red wine and then attack himself in the name of religion.

Independent monasteries will also collectively boycott themselves and completely lose the support of the church.

So, it's just a little joke.

When there was about fifty meters away, Derek began to adjust his direction. Less than ten meters away, the war horse had already run out of an arc and headed straight for the monastery.

The knights behind him also showed their magical powers, and they were mixed but not chaotic, and they passed around from both sides one after another.

Burdett gave chase frantically, and the last thing he saw was the smoke and dust left by the Augusta Knights.

Fortunately, the worst didn't happen.

But the worst thing is that the Knights of the Monastery have become a mess, and there is no way to restore order within half a day.

"Not good," he suddenly realized Derek's sinister intentions. Without the Knights of the Monastery, the most powerful force, the senior leaders of the monastery would have to face the Knights of Augusta and the Earl empty-handed.

You mean the warriors trained in the monastery? Burdett didn't like guys who walked on two legs.

This is indeed what Derek thought.

Aren't you going to give me a kick?

Then I will destroy your reliance and let you know what the Northland Knights are and what Augusta is.

Melgen Abbey is built on both sides of the mountainside and is divided into a female monastery and a male monastery.

In the middle is a castle. It is not a purely military castle, but a living castle that takes into account both appearance and defense.

This is also the core of Melgen Monastery, which affects the church power in several surrounding provinces.

Melgen Abbey, which has trained a number of monks and nuns, has an extremely lofty status and is a holy place in the eyes of many people.

But today, the gate of the monastery castle is open and clean. Many flowers have even been transplanted on both sides of the road, making it very eye-catching.

One by one, the monastery warriors put on half-armour and brand-new robes.

The monks and nuns lined up in two rows to prepare for the arrival of Count Augusta.

Even the two abbots of the monastery, together with the twelve monks in charge, are all waiting for the arrival of the Earl.

In fact, a show of force is a show of force, and there should be no less respect.

As a knight of the North, Earl of Augusta, and a non-recognized saint, Derek's qualifications are still quite high.

Powers as high as Melgen Abbey also rushed to win over him.

Such a powerful and noble man deserves such caution from the monastery.

The monastery is divided into two parts, men and women, and naturally has two abbots.

The two deans, Massimo Volta and Rosanara Chaudry, were sitting in the small room by the door.

They needed to greet Earl Augusta as soon as possible, but they couldn't stand and wait forever.

Those standing outside are the ordinary monks, and the real big shots are sitting here, and each of them even has a cup of black tea and a plate of snacks.

"I wonder if Captain Burdett can put a little pressure on our Count Augusta." Dean Rosanara was worried. Perhaps it was a woman's unique sixth sense that made her a little uneasy.

In contrast, Dean Massimo was much calmer. He had seen many knights, so he was full of confidence in Burdett: "Ms. Rosanara, please don't worry, the knights of the North are also human beings. It seems that the Monastery Knights are not bad at all. They have the best knights and the most sophisticated equipment. Captain Burdett just lacks some opportunities, otherwise he can still become famous all over the world. "

He has seen many elite knights, but Burdett is still one of the best. What is commendable is that the other knight has a firm belief and the belief that he can die generously.

He believed that the Earl of Augusta would look at the Knights of the Monastery differently and give him due respect.

Dean Rosanara still couldn't hide her sorrow, which made Dean Massimo curl his lips quietly. Sure enough, women are still more timid.

Buzz!

The tea bowl on the table trembled slightly, and the black tea in the cup trembled in circles.

After a while, the dull sound of horse hooves was heard.

"It's Captain Burdette who's back," Dean Massimo stood up confidently and said to Dean Rosanara, "Listen, what a beautiful voice, it's simply a gift from God.

It's time for us to go out and meet Count Augusta. "

"Please don't abuse the name of God." Dean Rosanara was a little dissatisfied. She straightened her clothes before walking out of the small room.

In fact, she has a trump card in her hand, so she is more confident than Massimo.

The sound of horse hooves awakened the sleepy monks. As the monastery's high-ranking officials appeared, everyone perked up and looked into the distance expectantly.

They did not consider the high-ranking officials. On the contrary, the reputation of the Augusta Knights was still very loud, and the story of Count Augusta was full of legends.

How could anyone not be curious?

Here they come! ! !

The black knight had already jumped in from out of sight, and the agile warhorse was as beautiful as a work of art.

The roar of horse hooves was louder than the church bells.

No, why is it a black knight?

The armor of the monastery knights is silver-white, and even reflects golden light in the sun, which looks very dazzling.

Dean Massimo finally realized that something was wrong. Didn't Captain Burdette meet Count Augusta?

This possibility was too absurd for him to believe.

How could a local snake run the wrong way?

Just as he was in a trance, the black-armored knight was already in front of him.

The warhorse raised its front hoof and stopped.

The knight on the horse jumped down, and the clanging sound of metal colliding was like music.

But Abbot Massimo had no intention of appreciating this most beautiful music.

He hoped very much that he could see the traces of the monastery knights.

But until Derek walked in front of him, he did not find any.