Chapter 217 The Blame
They came with enough goodwill. Just now, without anyone knowing, some accident occurred at the snakeman outpost or the snake catcher fortress.

Then they were unlucky enough to be blamed for the incident.

This is not the time to think about who is behind these things.

Lind was not there, and Lance followed Lind as a guard. The only one who could mobilize and command the soldiers was Reeve.

His position was sufficient and he was trusted by the lord.

"We must have a misunderstanding." Reeve didn't want to take action directly. They were standing in the snakeman outpost, facing a group of big knights who outnumbered themselves.

Forceful action will inevitably result in huge losses.

Being surrounded and attacked is definitely the most frustrating way to die.

"Lord Linde has never thought of a conflict. Even if they are warring parties, nobles need to protect the nobles who come to their territory when they meet!" Reeves searched the meager information in his mind and used some hearsay to persuade the other party.

"That's for nobles with a sense of honor. There's no need to have any goodwill towards you bunch of cunning people!" This was the information Pang received. It was a very bad situation.

Maybe he had some goodwill towards Reeve and others before, but now there is probably nothing left.

"I want to see Lord Lind first," Reeve said in a low voice, "no matter what happened."

"Whatever happened?" Pang grinned. "Yeah, whatever happened, that's what you're doing!"

"You should at least explain what happened!"

"You attacked the fortress!" Pang said angrily, "You lured us to camp here, and then bypassed us through another road and attacked the fortress! I thought you were a man who liked to drink charcoal liquor, you really should drink horse urine!"

"Damn it!" Reeve wanted to retort, but Pang had already pounced on him.

Reeve's fighting skills had been trained by Lind, and under the control of the Great Knight's power he was also stronger than ordinary people, but the Pang in front of him was also not ordinary.

The sword he raised hastily blocked the slash, but it was only a parry. The sword attack, as swift as a snake, bit at Reeve from a sinister angle.

As the representative of "balance", the Grand Knight of the Path of Sun's Proof is ordinary in all aspects, with neither weaknesses nor strengths, but the opposite is the Snake Catcher.

Cruel, agile and fast!
Reeve felt as if he was not fighting a person, but a rattlesnake with fangs bared. The armor on his body seemed unable to block the opponent's fangs. His life would be in danger if he was touched!

The sword cleverly bypassed Reeve's hand holding the sword and stabbed into his armpit.

Such a vicious attack made Reeve break out in a cold sweat. He quickly pressed his elbow down and used the armor on his arm to knock the sword that was coming at him like a snake.

Although Reeve had the advantage in strength, he still underestimated the sharpness of the snake's fangs.

The armor was corroded by the poison after being touched, and poisonous smoke came out. He could feel the burning pain through the armor.

Pang's attack is still going on, but Viper's attack often decides the outcome in just a split second.

A venomous snake exposed to a large cat will face claws, teeth, and fierce counterattacks!

Can the thin snake scales resist it?
Reeve didn't want to have a conflict. He knew very well that he must not hand over his weapons now, let alone surrender. The snake catchers, who were already dominated by anger, could get out of control at any time. Without weapons, their lives and deaths would be completely out of control.

And there is also the Lord! The Lord is indeed very powerful, but it does not mean that he can deal with ten upper-level knights while facing the siege of dozens of knights.

Protecting the lord is far more important than anything else. If the lord has the power of great knights like himself around him, they will definitely be able to escape unscathed. Afterwards, whether it is negotiation or anything else, they will have the initiative.

Thinking of Lind rushing forward again and again, Reeve felt that the flame was about to burst out of his body. He tried to guide it and then prayed. This process was very short.

He grasped the sword with both hands and pried open Pang's fangs, and the blade began to heat up.

As he twisted his waist and charged forward, the blade had already turned red.

The only thing Pang could rely on was his agility. After his weapon was picked up, he adjusted quickly. However, this time Pang did not attack because he had already seen Reeve's sword raised high.

The sword exploded with heat as it was raised upward, the air was distorted, and as he slashed the sword downward, flames erupted.

My nose was the first to smell the burnt smell of hair.

Pang blocked with his sword, but his sword broke with a "crack" the moment it came into contact with the flaming sword. With his snake-like nimble body, Pang twisted his body forcefully to dodge Reeve's slash. The raging flames made Pang's heart beat wildly.

Agility is his advantage. Although the sword in his hand was cut off, Pang still chose to take the initiative to attack. He knew very well that he could not withstand Reeve's continuous attacks. The man in front of him was like a wild bull, or more accurately, like a mad lion, with bared fangs and claws.

He turned the hilt around, held the broken sword in reverse, and used the solid brass ball on the hilt as another weapon for attack.

The handle strike coordinated with the huge snake-like body to launch another attack.

This time he succeeded, the hilt of the sword hit Reeve's head, and blood spurted out!

Reeve's back hit the ground hard and he tumbled backwards, causing the sword in his hand to fly out of his hand.

Severe pain swept through Reeve's mind, and the dizziness made him unable to stand steadily. The blood flowing from his forehead blocked the vision of one of Reeve's eyes. He blinked hard, but found that he could neither adapt to seeing in the blood nor stop the bleeding in his head, so he could only squint that eye.

Pain breeds not only fear, but also anger.

Pang's attack was like a thorn in his side. Facing the venomous snake's approach again, Reeve, lying on the ground, could only raise his left hand.

"Clory's Explosive Flame!"

Anger ignited the explosion, and the flame roared instead of Reeve. Pang, who rushed forward, was almost completely blown away by the explosion. The armor on his upper body was torn apart by the explosion, and his flesh and blood were burnt.

He was still a great knight after all. The explosion that was powerful enough to turn an ordinary human's head into charcoal only blew Pang's body away, and he fell to the ground just like Reeve just now, injured but not dead.

Reeve stood up, and the blood from the wound on his head flowed into his mouth, which was both disgusting and exciting. He admitted that he was very excited now.

He even now understood why the lord was always the first to rush forward.

There is definitely a responsibility to move forward for the sake of territory.

But I think there must be a part of fighting that is enjoyable, challenging the strong, killing powerful enemies, and going through a battle where you dare not even make the slightest mistake in breathing. That feeling will be fascinating, all the pain will be ignored, leaving only excitement.

Now Reeve was enjoying this intoxicating excitement.

(End of this chapter)