novellaaa Chapter 287 Battle for Honor
Chapter 287 Battle for Honor
Chapter 291 Battle for Honor
Not long after, the city gates that had just been closed were pushed open again with a rumble, and Viscount Hanshan personally led his troops out.
He was dressed in dark gray plate armor, with the emblem of the Cold Mountain Clan's Misty Snow Peak embroidered on his chest, and a boy who still looked quite young was by his side.
Behind him were more than thirty knights, riding all sorts of warhorses, all of them Star-level, but none of them reached Lan Yue's level.
The knights also wore magical armor, but it was old and worn, probably family heirlooms passed down through generations.
On one knight's shoulder guards, one could still vaguely discern the old crest of another family; it was a secondhand item he had acquired from someone else.
Following the knights were more than five hundred infantry superhuman soldiers, none of them wearing uniform armor; some wore chainmail, while others simply had a riveted iron plate hanging on their chest and back.
Although both were viscounts, Hanshan was a whole level below Shuangdong.
The troops stopped a kilometer away from the Chiffon formation, and the two sides faced each other from a distance, the atmosphere of silence gradually becoming heavy.
Richard lightly kicked his horse's belly, riding the unicorn away from the army formation and coming alone between the two armies; Viscount Hanshan did the same.
The two viscounts were only five steps apart.
Face to face!
Viscount Hanshan gripped the reins, his face contorted with rage as he glared at Richard. He hissed, "My vassal Morrison was murdered by you outside Blackwater Territory, you stole the rabbits he bought, and now you're falsely accusing me of arson! Such slander! You are a disgrace to the nobility!"
His chest heaved violently, as if he had been holding these words in for too long.
Facing Richard's youthful, almost infuriatingly young face, he finally let out a torrent of vomit.
Richard didn't say anything sarcastic, which was considered an acceptance.
Lawrence mentioned in a letter some time ago that after losing the arbitration, Viscount Hanshan personally went to Frostfowl Territory to request the intervention of the feudal lord.
Duke Shuangmo did not see him, but only had the chief minister pass on a message through the door: Respect the arbitration result.
So, standing in the center of this open space, Viscount Hanshan had no lords to protect him, no allies to support him, and was all alone, feeling somewhat lonely and desolate.
Actually, Richard didn't have any ill feelings towards Viscount Cold Mountain.
One must have a conscience.
The conflict between them, just as Viscount Hanshan just said, began when Richard broke the rules.
Therefore, when Earl of the Golden Lion issued the arbitration inquiry last time, he wanted to trick Cold Mountain into invading Chiffon.
But in essence, he did not defend or refute himself; he directly and bluntly admitted that he was the murderer and acknowledged the other party's accusations.
It was only because of Earl Lawrence's sudden and bizarre actions that the other nobles forgot about this point.
The same applies to the Iron Baron; if someone were to trace his origins back to him in the future, he would not object, even if it meant going to war with the entire aristocratic class.
I did it, and I admit it.
If you want to fight, I'm ready to oblige.
Now, for the sake of Qi Feng's future development, he's going head-to-head with Han Shan, and he won't hold back when it's time to fight.
No matter the world, the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is the cruelest law of the jungle.
Richard stared into Viscount Cold Mountain's angry eyes, his tone calm: "Yesterday I ordered a declaration of war to be delivered to Cold Mountain Fortress. Now, do you choose to surrender or resist?"
Admitting defeat means that the other party must relinquish ownership of Hanshan.
He and his family, along with all the knights who had been knighted, were allowed to leave safely with their personal belongings, and the three vassal states could be retained; Richard was not allowed to obstruct them.
Resistance is the best course of action. If we can win this battle today, Qi Feng will be unable to pursue Han Shan's crimes any further. If we can capture Richard instead, the outcome will be even better.
Viscount Hanshan stared intently at Richard, then at the unicorn beneath him, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"You and your soldiers, including these donkeys with carrots stuck to their foreheads, are all just advanced superhumans."
"I may not have many knights, but every single one of them is a true Star-level warrior! What makes you think I'd admit defeat?"
He suddenly pointed at Richard, roaring with a face full of rage!
"I choose to fight! Not resist, but fight! I will personally cut off your head and wash away the shame of my Hanshan family!"
Richard looked at him, remained silent for a moment, then dismounted, took off a white glove from his hand, and threw it in front of Viscount Hanshan.
"In that case, I can give you a chance. Let's settle our score with a duel."
Viscount Hanshan was stunned for a moment!
This wolf cub is only a high-level transcendent, he hasn't even touched the threshold of Star Radiance, yet he dares to throw a glove at him!?
He suddenly laughed.
"I used to look down on you, thinking you were just a wolf cub who climbed up the ladder through trickery and sheer luck."
As he spoke, he dismounted and ripped off his gloves, throwing them to the ground!
"But you knew I was a Star-level expert, yet you dared to choose to duel. For that courage alone, I will grant you a dignified death!"
Richard smiled slightly: "Likewise."
Two white gloves landed on the withered grass, signifying that a sacred duel pact had been concluded, a way of fighting with honor according to the oldest tradition of the nobility.
Neither party may renege on the agreement, and no one may interfere.
To some extent, the nobility is the class most afraid of death.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have created so many rules and regulations to constrain the rules of combat, protecting themselves behind the high wall of rules.
But as the lord of a place, especially a nobleman with a sense of honor, let alone a lord who can take root in such a harsh and cold place as the North.
The fervor in their very bones had not yet cooled down. When the moment of no return arrived, they would rather entrust their fate to the sword in their hands than to the principles in their mouths!
Legal principles can determine ownership, and arbitration can clarify disputes, but only sword and blood can determine the true outcome!
Lord Duel!
Fight to the death!
Whoosh—!
Our own lord actually chose to duel!?
Really?!
After a brief silence, both armies erupted in deafening shouts!
When they saw the white gloves on the ground, although they still couldn't believe it, they all began to promote their lord.
On Qi Feng's side, Im raised his longsword high, and three hundred azure greatswords were drawn simultaneously, while the Stormy Cloud Banner unfurled in the wind!
Beyond the cold mountain, knights struck their shields with the backs of their swords, infantrymen stomped their feet wildly, and banners fluttered in the misty, snowy peaks!
The two sides' cavalry were led off, leaving a large, unobstructed open space in the center.
There is no ink stain.
Viscount Hanshan was the first to draw his sword.
A burst of star-level life force erupted within him, and the sword, wrapped in a layer of solid white light, slashed toward Richard!
His swordsmanship is quite sharp, his moves are clean and decisive, and every strike goes straight for the vital points. He can definitely be called an outstanding swordsman.
But no matter how he slashed, the sword blade always grazed Richard's clothes.
Richard occasionally countered with a sword strike, the force of which forced Viscount Hanshan to step back and parry.
Viscount Hanshan grew increasingly alarmed with each battle!
This was not the speed and power that a high-level superhuman should have; he could even sense that the opponent had not used their full strength.
How is that possible?!
but...
"Come on!" Viscount Hanshan roared, sweeping his sword forward. "What are you waiting for?!"
Richard did not answer.
His Star-level combat form was so powerful that ending this battle would only take a few breaths.
But he wanted the armies on both sides, as well as the many Hanshan citizens watching from the city walls, to see clearly that Viscount Hanshan was not there to die, but to fight to the death.
They fought for a long time.
Viscount Hanshan seized the opportunity, channeling all his life force into his sword, and roared as he launched his final charge!
Richard didn't dodge this time; the dark aura of the Dark Sword drew a straight vertical line in front of him.
Ding!
With a crisp metallic clang, the broken sword spun and flew out, embedding itself in the mud, the hilt still in Viscount Hanshan's hand.
The tip of the dark sword had already penetrated his chest, piercing through his plate armor, lining, and ribs, stopping precisely at his heart.
Richard met the incredulous gaze of Viscount Hanshan.
"You have not disgraced Cold Mountain's honor, and I will forever remember your bravery and your name, Houston Cold Mountain!"
The old knight's lips twitched slightly, and he finally let out a long sigh of relief before slowly collapsing onto the withered grass.
thump.
The outcome is decided.
Im pointed his longsword straight at the sky and roared madly!
"Chiffon cake!!"
Three hundred greatswords were raised in unison!
"glory!!"
"glory!!"
"glory!!"
The lord has won!
One-on-one battle against opponents of a higher level!
What could be more glorious than this? This moment is destined to be engraved in the history books of the Chiffon family!
In contrast, the knights of Hanshan's army lowered their swords, and the soldiers knelt on one knee. No one was angry, no one cursed, only their faces were heavy with sorrow.
The death of one's lord in a one-on-one duel is the highest testament to a warrior.
He died a glorious death, without disgracing the name of Hanshan. His knights need not avenge him, but only mourn him.