There was nothing fancy about the lance duel between the knights. Two tall war horses, carrying fully armed knights, charged at high speed, fearlessly facing the opponent's sharp spear tips. The two sides crossed each other, and the winner was decided in an instant. During a high-speed charge, it is extremely difficult to adjust the lance and body within a second and a half of approaching the enemy. It's like two heavy motorcycles colliding with each other at a speed of fifty yards at the same time, and you have to adjust your body position and weapons in the instant of collision. And this wasn't an arena competition, it was a fight with blunt, crispy wooden spears, with a fence in the middle for protection. In Solovy's hand was a nearly three-meter-long cavalry steel spear, with a spear tip that was two feet long. The moment he came into contact with the enemy, he raised his arms slightly and moved his body slightly to the side. The tip of Sindaron's lance scraped against the breastplate of Solovie's knight, splashing a handful of sparks, and then passed through his armpit. Solovie's armored cavalry's steel spear easily pierced through Sindaron's chain mail neck guard, stabbed into his throat, then came out from the back of his head and pierced through the steel helmet on the back of his head.
Before dying, Xindarong only saw the cold light of the opponent's spear tip, and then fell into darkness. A flash of cold light came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon! The two-foot-long spear tip almost completely pierced through the back of Sindaron's head. The huge force knocked him off his horse and hung him in the air by Solovy's spear. Solovy held Sindaron's body with his spear and rushed out about ten meters before stopping his horse. He swung the defeated's body seven or eight meters away and threw it in front of Knight Edward. Sindaron, the extraordinary knight from the West who was tall, mighty, and brave, had been the leader of horse bandits, had served as Burke's personal guard, and finally became a guest of honor of Gladstone. He was stabbed to death with a single shot. The corpse, which weighed nearly 300 pounds including the knight's armor, was picked up by the Solovyvian Knight and thrown away like a scarecrow. "Anyone who dares to step out of the Western Watchtower will be struck by my spear!" The team of five hundred people was silent and quiet. The square-flag knight Edward had a gloomy expression on his face. He stood there for a minute before waving his hand with a grim face and saying, "Retreat!" The team of several hundred people, like a group of defeated soldiers, slowly returned home. Wind Knight Solovi! Although he might not be able to defeat an army of 500 men on his own, he could definitely charge forward and kill Edward and several other generals. The Knights of the Wind under the Grand Duke of the North is one of the three major knightly orders in the Orlantis Empire. It was established when the North joined the empire seven hundred years ago. Every year, it recruits hundreds of the most outstanding young knights in the North, who then go through three years of training and tests. Only the top ten with the best overall scores can become official Wind Knights. Solovy is the third son of the previous head of the Petukhov family and Roman's third uncle. He passed the knight assessment and became a knight at the age of eighteen. He had become a full member of the Knights of the Wind at the age of 25. Even if he retired from the Knights of the Wind after serving in the Order for five years, he would only be in his early thirties now. When such a person returned to Isenpol, even the mediocre and incompetent Lord Tariq did not dare to neglect him. He immediately deprived the declining Miswich family of their fiefdom and gave it to the Wind Knight Solovi. The population in the North is sparse and there are limited villages. Not every knight who is awarded a title can obtain a knighthood and become an official corner flag when he is first awarded. Many proletarian knights could only be granted a small estate to barely cover their expenses.
This is already considered good. You can't be a proletarian knight all your life and make a living by being a mercenary or a guard. Leo watched the whole process in the woods beside the road leading from the western watchtower to the river bend. When the Gladstone family's troops gathered in Isenport, someone well-informed notified the Petukhov family, and then rode at full speed to the river bend to pass on the news. Seeing that the enemy was powerful, Leo personally went out as a scout to investigate and understand the situation so as to prepare for a response. To ambush or to hold the position, that is the question. Whether to annihilate them completely or to expel them, this is also a question. But at this moment, these problems were truly solved under Solovy's lance. Riding out on a horse, Leo turned into a little fan and walked up to Solovie to try to get close to him. "Uncle Solovy, that was really amazing. Killing a super knight is no different from killing a chicken. You are simply a peerless warrior!" Solovy's fighting power, which allowed him to kill Sindaron with one spear, made him extremely envious. According to the strength that Sindaron briefly revealed, no matter how confident Leo was, he would not dare to guarantee victory. He would have to fight for at least three hundred rounds. Seeing Solovy's fierce fighting ability, he finally understood why Zhao Zilong was able to enter and exit Cao's camp seven times. He must be a naturally awakened extraordinary knight! And Leo still can't even sprint on horseback properly, let alone the difficult lance charge. On horseback, he could only swing his sword to chop the miscellaneous soldiers, and his combat effectiveness was even lower than when he was dismounted. It’s not that charging with a lance is difficult. Given Leo’s physical fitness, it is easy to learn. The difficulty lies in using it in actual combat and exerting its due power. Look at how Sindarin is good at charging with lances. Knight Solovy glanced at Leo and asked, "Are you Ulyan's future son-in-law?" "Yes!" Knight Solovi ignored him and only said, "Take good care of the territory and protect the people." Then he urged his horse and slowly walked towards his territory. Leo hesitated for a moment, then rode his horse to catch up. Unlike the River Bend Territory which is thirty miles deep into the wilderness, the Solovie Knight Territory is close to the World Tree Avenue, and transportation is very convenient. After crossing the World Tree Avenue and passing through a forest of a few hundred meters, the view in front suddenly opened up, and large tracts of farmland and village buildings appeared in front of Leo. This knight's territory is not small, the land is very fertile and irrigation is very convenient. Some small streams flow down from the mountains in the south, through the knight's territory and flow to the northeast. Finally, they converge and arrive at Isenbol, where they flow into the Anzeno River. The Solovyvi Knight Territory is bordered by the World Tree Avenue in the north and a branch of the Borokbach Mountains in the south. It is more than 20 miles wide from north to south.
To the east is a small mountain range that extends from the Borokback branch to the western watchtower, serving as the boundary with another knight territory. There were no other knight territories in the west, and all the way to Buck Pass, two hundred miles away, was wilderness. The Borokbak Mountains are the dividing line between the North and West, and between the West and South. The Bak Pass under the magnificent barrier is the only way from the northern part of the West to the northern part. Ever since Count Forelov signed a peace treaty with Talhanberk of the West, Isenpol has not suffered from war from the West for twenty years. However, because the area from Buck Pass to the Western Watchtower is located on the border between the two territories and is a buffer zone between the Earldom of Forilov and Talhanberk, it has always been a paradise for wilderness bandits. Small groups of horse thieves that sneaked in from the west, mountain bandits made up of local savages, and robber groups made up of fugitives, deserters, and refugees all like to build their lairs in this area. Not only did they constantly invade nearby villages, plunder pioneers and caravans, they even dared to harass and attack the garrisons. The abandoned tower where the ogres settled was not formed naturally. But ten years ago, the Western Watchtower Patrol, formed by Rigolav, the head of the Petukhov family, took five years to clear out all the bandit nests outside the Western Watchtower. The strength of the wilderness bandits is not as strong as before. Not to mention the knight lord's army, they can't even defeat some small tribes of foreign races that migrated here. They have completely become roving bandits. Only now has the population of this side barely recovered.