Come to another world and become a lord

In the dark night, Carl was riding his pony and galloping through the woods. Behind him, he could hear the shouts of the pursuers, and arrows whizzed by. Some of them brushed against Carl's body and almost hit him. The sound was getting closer and closer. He waved his whip and kept whipping the horse under his crotch, but the horse was too small and too weak. It had reached its limit and it was only a matter of time before it was caught up.

I could hear Aeron's voice coming from not far away. He was very close now:

"Karl Flandal! Give up resistance and surrender. You can't escape!"

Carl secretly complained in his heart, why did he end up in such a situation? But thinking carefully, it seemed reasonable to fall into such a dangerous situation. He should have predicted it earlier. From the moment he became a baron, every decision he made was full of dangers, and every time he didn't gamble with his life? Gambling dog, gambling dog, I am a gambling dog, and sooner or later I will die a bad death, he laughed at himself.

This story began an hour ago. When he was drinking and chatting with Henry's knights, there was a commotion outside the camp.

Soon a guard came to the tent and reported that Aeron had come with his knights, a total of 9 people, and was temporarily stopped outside the camp by the guards. However, the latter had already lost their patience and was ready to force their way in, cursing. In an instant, the joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end. Everyone put down their glasses and looked at Henry, including Carl.

He sat there quietly, waiting for Henry to speak, which would determine his fate. However, for some reason, even though the situation was extremely dangerous, his heart was exceptionally calm, and he did not feel the slightest bit of fear.

The old knight sat there with a solemn expression, as if he was struggling with his thoughts. Finally, he sighed lightly, then stood up and said to Carl:

"It's getting late. The party is over. You should go back~"

Then he shouted to one of the attendants:

"Go and get Baron Karl's horse!"

Carl also stood up to express his gratitude at this time. The shouting and cursing outside the camp became louder, and there were even sounds of fighting. It seemed that the guards refused to give in, and Aeron had decided to use force.

To be honest, it was no secret that he came to Henry this time. He knew that Iren would know, or he was prepared to let Iren know. He just didn't expect that Iren would know so quickly! They didn't even have a few drinks, and the other party had already brought his men to kill them. Such a reaction speed was indeed beyond his expectations.

There is only one explanation for this:

"You have his spies in your camp," Carl told him.

"I knew it a long time ago." Henry remained calm about this.

When Carl got up and mounted his horse, the old knight walked to the weapon rack beside the tent, grabbed a long sword and threw it to Carl:

"Take this with you, just in case!"

Carl took the sword and nodded again to express his thanks. He didn't say much, just glanced at Henry, then rode out of the camp in another direction.

Henry stood there, looking in the direction he left and heaved a long sigh of relief. At this moment, Iren finally broke through the guards at the door, and rushed in with his knights, and hurriedly pulled the reins in front of Henry.

"Henry! What have you done!" he shouted angrily.

The old knight turned his head slowly, and then said in a calm tone:

"It's just a banquet and drinking here~"

"With whom?" Aeron shouted again.

"A good friend~" Henry replied.

"What did you talk about?" Aeron asked word by word.

Henry paused, then raised his head slightly, glanced at Aeron, and said:

"It's just a reminiscence of the past. Why do I need to report this to you?"

"Henry, you are so brave! How dare you collaborate with the enemy!" At this time, Aeron seemed a little furious, and he suddenly drew the sword at his waist.

At the same time, the 12 knights around Henry and the surrounding guards all drew their weapons and formed a semicircle, surrounding Aeron and his entourage.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you show your weapons in front of our lord?" one of the knights shouted.

"He's just a gangster, don't take advantage of him!" someone else shouted.

At this time, Ailen seemed a little stunned by the reactions of the crowd. He even wanted to put the sword back into the scabbard, but due to his face, he never did it, but continued to confront everyone.

Henry looked up at him, then continued in a calm tone:

"Iren, it's not your turn to decide what I want to do."

At this time, Iren took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and looked at the other opening of the tent, which was the direction where Karl left. He knew clearly that he should not get entangled with this group of people at this time. Karl had just left not long ago. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as he could catch up with him, then the battle of Porter Village would be a great victory for Iren.

He winked at the people he brought with him, and then everyone turned their horses around to bypass the crowd and ran in the direction where Carl fled. As he left, he still shouted to Henry behind him:

"This matter is not over yet! If the Earl knew what you did today..."

"I will explain it to the Earl myself, so you don't have to worry about it." Henry replied. He did not wait for Aeron's reply. During this time, the latter had already rushed out of the camp and disappeared into the night.

Carl was running hard in the forest under the cover of night, while the people led by Aeron behind him were approaching quickly. There was a clear difference in the mounts of the two sides. In order to let Henry completely let down his guard when he went to see Henry, he was not only unarmed, but also picked a short young horse. Although Alia had strongly suggested that he choose a better mount, he still insisted on his own opinion. In his opinion, a mount that was too good meant that he was going to run away if the situation was not right, and he was not going to run away. Looking back now, was he stupid at the time? Who would care about such a thing? It was obviously an unnecessary risk, but he insisted on making it difficult for himself. This was not a game. What was he trying to prove? Aeron's people not only rode military horses, but also wore only light and simple protective gear, which had an absolute advantage in speed.

Seeing that they were about to catch up, Carl unconsciously held the sword at his waist with his hand. They had been running in the woods for a long time. Fortunately, Rick Castle was not far away. As long as he could hold on a little longer, he could catch up...

Just as he was thinking about it, an arrow suddenly hit the colt's butt. The pony under his crotch fell to the ground after a long neigh, and Carl fell to the ground with him. Relying on inertia, he rolled on the ground, got up again, and drew his sword.

Aeron rode up slowly on his horse, and the nine knights behind him formed a circle and surrounded Carl.

"Have you run enough, Baron Carl?" Iren said with a sly smile, "I heard that you went to Henry's place tonight. Why don't you come and visit my camp?"

"I'm sorry, we're not familiar with each other~" Carl said as he held the sword in front of him.

"Humph, that's really hurtful~" Iren sneered, "But I still hope you can come with me."

"Then you have to ask the sword in my hand!" Carl shouted again, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of Rickburg. He was still waiting, waiting for the opportunity to appear.

But at this moment, Aeron drew out his sword.

"All right~" he sighed, "In that case, Baron Karl, I won't be polite!"

As he was speaking, he galloped on his horse, holding his long sword high and attacked, while Carl stared at Aeron. To be honest, he was not good at fighting, but now he had no choice. Aeron was getting closer and closer, and the long sword was ready to chop down at any time. At this moment, the whistling of an arrow pierced the night sky, followed by a "clang" sound, and the long sword in Aeron's hand fell to the ground, accompanied by a pig-like scream.

Then everyone saw that the hand that was holding the sword in Aeron's hand had been pierced by an arrow, and blood was gushing out. He covered the wound with his other hand, and kept riding his horse backwards, looking in the direction where the arrow came from. Everyone followed his gaze and saw Arya riding a red horse and standing at the exit of the woods. She was still in the posture of shooting arrows, and her red hair was shining in the moonlight.