Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

At another palace gate, the Northern Knight who was standing upright heard the gunfire and moved.

The sound was not far away, followed by some noise.

The guards at the palace gate also heard the movement, and the officers and knights reacted quickly. They jumped up to the city wall and climbed up to look far away.

Unfortunately, nothing can be seen under the cover of the trees.

However, they saw the movement of the northern knights below. All of these northern barbarians suddenly pulled out their knight swords, knocked away the watching palace guards, moved their horses away, and rushed madly in the direction of the sound.

"Stop them."

The officer was horrified. No matter what happened, it was not their turn for a group of palace guards to intervene.

Before there is an order, their duty is to guard the palace gate.

Including keeping an eye on noble followers like the Northland Knights.

Perhaps they never thought that the knights in the North suddenly went crazy.

Although this group of barbarians has a bad reputation, they have never shown any signs of rebellion.

Of course, the palace guards were not just those on the surface. As soon as the Northern Knights left the palace gate, more than a dozen palace guards appeared from all directions.

"Stop, this is the palace!!!"

"Idiot, didn't you hear the sound? Something happened inside."

The Northern Knight cursed without hesitation.

The shouts of death in the palace became louder and louder, and the palace guards who reacted were already strangled with the black slaves.

Seeing the hesitation of the palace guard blocking the way, the Northern Knight scolded again: "Get out of the way, the king will punish us if something goes wrong. If you don't get out of the way, don't blame us for being rude."

Facing the notorious Northern Knight, the palace guard moved subconsciously.

Then dozens of Northland knights rushed in with cheers.

boom!

Another gunshot pointed the way for them.

Virut imitated Derek's example and blew the hot barrel of the gun, finding it inexplicably very interesting.

"It's a fun little thing, but it's a little worse than a crossbow."

Compared with repeating crossbows, today's firearms are indeed much worse.

This was the only weapon they were allowed to bring in. After all, the palace guards had no idea that this thing was a weapon.

The scene became increasingly chaotic, with black slaves and palace guards popping up from everywhere, hacking and killing in chaos.

In addition to being caught off guard at first, Gong Wei gradually took control of the situation.

Louis II was in shock. This was the first time he had encountered such a dangerous situation since he came to the throne.

Needless to say, this must have been done by my good son.

The balance was out of whack, and Louis II was angry and embarrassed.

"Kill them all, kill all these lowly slaves."

Louis II vented all his anger on the black slaves. Surrounded by the knights, he jumped in anger.

Derek saw it and heard it.

He was a little regretful, why didn't he kill Louis II?

“A palace farce is just like playing.

And these black slaves are really trash. "

For the first time, he stood on the side of the black slaves, hoping that they would be able to fight at full strength.

"Want to help?"

Simon held the weapon of the killed black slave in his hand and asked Derek.

Now that the king has the upper hand, helping him is considered a gesture of kindness.

But Derek shook his head and said, "Let's leave first. The situation is unknown. There is no need to take risks."

One thing he didn't say was that he didn't need to please Louis II.

Now that we have reached this level, there is no big use in trying to please the king, so why take the risk?

After several gunshots, the Northland Knight and Derek finally reunited.

After getting the weapon and being surrounded by a group of fully armed knights, Derek felt a little safe.

"Go through the east gate."

Derek chose to trust his own people at this time and return to the camp outside the city first.

As soon as he left the door, a large group of black people rushed into the garden.

The palace guards who had the upper hand were suddenly overwhelmed.

Derek heard more shouts of killing, and when he looked back, he vaguely saw some black slaves running around.

Passing by the palace where the meeting was held just now, I suddenly felt a trance.

Not long ago, nobles, including Louis II, were still talking loudly and controlling the trend of the kingdom.

The knight's life was just a gamble in their eyes.

Any word may determine the future of countless people.

Unexpectedly, after just a short while, someone had already fallen down in the soil of the garden.

The so-called noble bloodline is no different from that of a humble black slave.

If you cut with a knife, you will bleed and die.

The majestic land of Locke Kingdom was also trampled on.

The delicacies scattered on the ground seemed to symbolize the future of the kingdom.

"This is...my chance."

Derek turned around and left without hesitation.

In the turmoil, rules were broken.

The capable ones go up, the mediocre ones go down.

Only the interests of vested interests are harmed.

No matter who loses or wins, the royal family loses.

Outside the east gate, some troops have already arrived.

An officer was shouting under the banner of the Royal Capital City Guards.

Viscount Adam appeared at the palace gate, and his premonition came true.

At this time, he looked back anxiously, listening to the sounds of fighting in the palace.

"Viscount Adam, it is said outside that he has received an order from the eldest prince to come to the king and ask us to open the door."

"Open the door? Open what door?" Viscount Adam was extremely irritable and roared: "We have just received the news, and these people have already arrived. Don't you think there is a problem?"

Although the prince tried to clear himself from the civil strife, there was no way to clear himself of suspicion after doing such a thing.

If he wanted to be foolproof, he had to arrange for the army to remedy the situation.

But the army's reaction speed had exposed everything.

Of course, the prince did not intend to hide it from everyone.

As long as he could save face, an excuse would be enough.

If he won, everything would be easy.

If he lost, would Louis II let him go without evidence?

Viscount Adam roared, and his men finally quieted down.

He still had control over his men, otherwise he would have been stabbed in the back.

In his anxiety, Viscount Adam finally saw Derek and his group.

He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but on the surface he was still on high alert.

"Count Augusta, what happened?"

"There is a rebellion, and I am leaving the city now."

"Please wait a little longer, Count, and wait until the situation is clear before leaving."

"Open the door. If I leave the city, can I still mobilize the army to defend the king? Can you stay here and wait for death?

If you still remember who your master is, open the door."

Derrick gave an excuse, and Viscount Adam immediately did it.

"I will let you go out, but there are troops outside, you..."

"How many people?"

"At least two thousand people, the city guards."

"Kill them out, lend me a batch of war horses."

The two quickly communicated, and Viscount Adam even prepared the war horses in advance.

The Northland Knights mounted their horses and adjusted their status.

Derrick sat on the war horse and looked down at Viscount Adam: "This... sir, thank you for your help. If you need to send someone out of the city, let me know. No matter who becomes the king, I still have the ability to protect one person."