In the night, the blade reflected the brilliance of the raging flames.
The blazing fire seemed to overshadow the moonlight overhead, and the cacophonous shouts of battle and the clashing of weapons frightened countless small animals into trembling.
"Saint Master, protect us!"
With a sword strike on the head of a militia member in front, the militiaman shuddered and then collapsed to the ground, revealing a white skull.
Raising his longsword high, Ralph let out a joyous roar, "Farmers, do you still dare to defy the Knight?"
After shouting this, he saw the militia around him pressing forward with their day sticks. Ralph braced his sword and quickly hid behind a comrade to rest.
The militia continued to fight desperately, but this couldn't stop the Knights from advancing slowly.
The Imperial Knights dismounted on the city's battlements, yet their combat prowess remained exceptional.
