Wals was seen riding his hunting horse, which was very fast. The bandits' prairie horses had no chance to catch up with Wals, not to mention that their horses had not even had a good rest.

Before they knew it, they had followed Wals in a circle, and when they returned to the original place, they suddenly found that their companions were dead.

It was only at this time that the group of robbers realized that they had fallen into a trap. The benefits blinded their eyes. They wanted to get the position of captain, and more importantly, they wanted to get the legendary thing.

But now they will never have that chance, they will soon face death.

Wals raised his sword and rushed towards the bandits, and his men also gave up the shield wall formation. They had just fought a fierce battle with some grassland bandits here. It was a one-sided massacre and they were not able to withstand a single blow.

This is normal because they did not get a good rest at all. After such a battle where they were not at an advantage in numbers, it would be a pipe dream to expect to win.

Most of the remaining bandits knew that these guys were not ordinary people, and if a fight broke out, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

"We want to get our captain's body back. If you agree to our request, we will leave." A robber suddenly said at this time.

This request seemed reasonable, and they also saw that their side was about to fail, so they started negotiations.

Want to get the captain's body back?

Wals was thinking while riding on his horse. He seemed to see that this group of bandits seemed very interested in being the captain, as could be seen from the fact that they had just desperately chased him.

Now that Wals has the advantage, wouldn't it be too much of an advantage for the bandits to just let them take the body away?

"No, we refuse. Now you have no chance to negotiate with us." Walsh's voice was sonorous and powerful, which made this group of robbers give up.

I don't know who ran out first, this robber seemed to not care about his own life. Such a scene naturally mobilized everyone, and all the robbers rushed forward. There were more than ten of them left now. These more than ten robbers wanted to fight to the death. It seemed that what they wanted was very attractive to them.

It was all in vain; these robbers would never get what they risked their lives to steal.

It was all over when Walsh raised his sword and cut down the last fleeing bandit.

"What are the casualties?" Wallace asked James.

"Three people were injured, but please rest assured, all of them were slightly injured. I believe these soldiers will be back to full health soon." James replied quickly. He always started counting the wounded after the battle. The wounded would definitely receive the proper treatment under his care.

"Your command is very good." Wals said to Resarit. He was telling the truth. After all, he had lured away most of the bandits and left the rest of the command to Airen. However, it was obvious that Airen's command skills were not as good as Resarit's.

Resarit commanded the soldiers to quickly form a shield wall formation, and was able to defeat the bandits with relatively few casualties. This was indeed worthy of praise.

"Captain, we found a guy pretending to be dead." Jack walked up to Walls holding a robber.

The robber with shifty eyes was none other than Aslen.

"What's your name?" Walls asked.

"Aslen, sir." Aslen is now a prisoner, and he can only be polite to Walls.

Wals picked up his sword, which was still stained with blood.

"This is the blood of your companion. I don't think you want to be stabbed, right? So, I hope you can answer my questions truthfully."

"Okay sir, I know, I will definitely answer." Aslen said tremblingly. He knew that this man killed many of his companions, and it was he who led such a team to defeat him.

The Nordic army had already assembled at Jerborg Castle. Countless flags had been raised, and the largest flag was that of King Ragnar.

It was a blue flag with a crow painted on it.

"I wonder why Thorden Jarl has not come yet?" King Ragnar asked his vassals.

"Your Majesty, I believe he will be here soon, so you don't have to worry." Tuyayaer stood up and said at this time.

A hint of anger appeared on King Ragnar's face, he didn't want to make any mistakes on his part.

"Your Majesty, why don't we go first and let Salton Jarl go directly to Castle Rebollet." A young man suddenly stood up and said.

This was an unfamiliar face. At least none of the lords present had ever seen such a young man?

Is this one of King Ragnar's new knights?

But judging from his attire, that's obviously not the case. Instead, he seems to have the temperament of a businessman.

The person who came was none other than Hewitt who was going to Wocheze. He was now a minister of King Ragnar, and the troops he led became part of King Ragnar's army.

Ragnar was very happy about Hewitt joining his army. After all, it was a time of war. Without enough troops, failure would follow. Besides, who doesn't like to have more troops?

So, King Ragnar let Hewitt stay by his side and continue to lead his original troops. The difference from before was that now the supreme command fell into the hands of King Ragnar.

Although Hewitt's men might not care much about the king's orders.

Hewitt led a team of fifty people, which was the remaining ones after Hewitt's careful selection. If he wanted to establish his reputation quickly, then defeating the enemy with fewer people was a good way.

"Well, that's it. Tell everyone to get ready to go!" Ragnar waved his hand. This time he led the army personally, determined to give Swadia a severe blow.

Ragnar's army began to advance, and on the other side, the army of the Kingdom of Swadia also made its own arrangements.

The "Meteor Knight" Edgars, leading an elite force of King Harlaus, is approaching Castle Reporet. Following him are Count Craggs, Count Blanc and Count Melt, all of whom were drawn back from the army that marched south.