A total of 100,000 dinars, Wals could not bear to part with this treasure no matter what.

"Everyone, let's go." Walls said to his subordinates.

In Viruga of the Rhodok Kingdom, Viruga has already started preparing for a banquet, and Count Leland is ready to summon all the lords.

He prepared to gather his forces, start marching from Viruga, and then recapture Agollon Castle and Grunwald Castle, which originally belonged to the Rhodok Kingdom.

He has received news that the Nords have begun to act. Count Leland feels that now is a good opportunity to attack. If he does not attack now, then he does not know when the next good opportunity to attack will be.

"Druley, you have to remember that you have to lead my troops first."

Earl Leland said to his most powerful warrior that as the marshal of the Rhodok Kingdom, he must let his troops go up first to motivate other lords.

"Yes, I understand." Drewry's hoarse voice came from inside his hood.

Drewry wore a black mask, and no one saw his true face. Only his two eyes, which were indifferent to the world, were exposed.

This is the number one general under Count Leland.

In one hand he held a huge sickle that was as big as a long-handled broadsword. The sickle was the same black as his mask.

To be honest, he was wearing black clothes all over his body, and on the battlefield, he would wear black armor.

His weapon seemed to be made of a special metal. As to what kind of metal it was, no one knew because no one would ask Drewry this question.

For many years, Drewry had not spoken to anyone at all, except his liege, Earl of Leyland.

Moreover, even when talking to his feudal lord, he just mechanically said, "Okay." or "I understand."

No one knew why Drewry was like this, he had no friends at all.

But it doesn't matter whether he has friends or not. For those lords who want a big victory, they will recruit anyone who can bring them victory into their camp.

Lord Leyland also did not bother to learn about Drewry’s past.

Drewry's military force was strong enough, and he was invincible on the battlefield. His black sickle was always stained with a thick layer of red, which was caused by the blood of the people he killed.

Because of this characteristic, he was given the title of "Death Scythe". Death Scythe has no friends, and in his eyes there is only a difference between the dead and the living.

But all this changed after Qian won a few battles not long ago.

Drewry began to recall the recent battles. He could have resisted the army of the Kingdom of Swadia.

It was in the forest between Agollonburg and Grunwaldburg, near the village of Thrindir.

That was the first major war between the Kingdom of Swadia and the Kingdom of Rhodok.

It was late at night, and both sides deployed nearly a thousand troops.

Drewry could still remember chopping off the head of a Swadian knight with his most trusted black sickle. In the dense forest, the most proud knight of the Kingdom of Swadia had no chance of winning in this dense forest.

But for some reason, the battle continued with difficulty. Drewry didn't know the reason, nor did he want to know.

He led a small team into the enemy camp, but was blocked by an elite force of the Swadian Kingdom. The team had originally been deep in the enemy camp, and now faced with this elite force, they had no choice but to engage in a tough battle. However, "Death Scythe" Drewry still managed to defeat this elite force with his bravery.

No! There's one left.

He was a young man who looked no more than 20 years old. At this time, the black sickle in Drewry's hand had been stained red. The Swadian knight he had just killed was the commander of this elite force, but the young man had just killed his adjutant.

This was an adjutant that Count Leland found for Drewry. Drewry had no interest in this adjutant and was too lazy to remember his name.

However, since he was the adjutant that Count Leland found for him, his fighting ability should be considered good. He followed him all the way to the deepest part of the enemy and was considered a good guy. But at that time, he was killed by a child.

The twenty-year-old young man pointed his sword at Drewry. His sword was a two-handed greatsword, which was also stained with blood.

"I know who you are. You are Drewry, the 'Death Scythe' in King Rhodok's team." said the young man.

Drewry didn't say anything, he just looked at the young man quietly. He was going to die soon, so why waste time talking to him?

Drewry swung his sickle and rushed forward. To his shock, the young man also rushed forward like Drewry.

Not many people can be so brave and rush forward after knowing their own names.

As for those opponents who rushed towards him, they were killed without exception.

But on that day, there was an exception in Drewry's memory.

This young man was a prey that escaped from his hands.

After Drewry and the young man exchanged dozens of moves, Drewry could feel that this man's martial arts skills were definitely very high.

He is only twenty years old. If given more time, he might become one of the top masters on the continent.

The moonlight at night allowed Drewry to see the young man's innocent face clearly.

There were already several holes in Drewry's armor, which was certainly the result of some of the Swadian soldiers' efforts, but this young man alone could match the results of a group of people.

He had the most cuts on his body, and even his captain could not cause any harm to him. He did not expect that such a small soldier could be so powerful. He did not know why the Kingdom of Swadia did not value talents.

However, whether Swadia values ​​talent or not is not what he cares about. What he cares about is how to kill this young man.

However, things always develop in such a dramatic way. Before Drewry could decide the winner with the young man, a group of Swadian soldiers appeared.