Berserk, Total War: Second Son of Nobles

Griffith leaned against a tree, the wound on his left shoulder bleeding, blood trickling down his clothes and leaving a dark red mark on the bark. He stared intently at the slope thirty steps away, where a Black Watch mercenary sat astride his warhorse, scanning the surrounding trees.

Griffith reached for the short crossbow at his waist. There were still three arrows left in the quiver. According to the former Blackwatch instructor's words, the first step in dealing with cavalry was to kill his horse.

He slowly pulled out a short crossbow, put an arrow on the string, and aimed at one of the horse's legs.

However, at the moment of winding up, the mercenary seemed to notice the subtle sound. He turned his head suddenly, and his eyes swept towards the bushes like a knife, forcing Griffith to immediately retreat behind the tree.

"boom!"

At this moment, the sound of an explosion was heard in the distance. The mercenary subconsciously glanced at the town. At this moment, Griffith found the right time, aimed at the front knee of the warhorse and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the crossbow bolt piercing the air was drowned out by the explosions in the town, but Griffith saw the arrow pierce the soft flesh of the horse's front knee with pinpoint accuracy.

Zhan let out a shrill roar, his front legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. The huge inertia threw the mercenary on his back out.

"Damn it!"

The mercenary fell heavily to the muddy ground, and the dagger flew out of his hand and stuck between two stones.

He got up cursing and was about to draw his sword when Griffith rushed out from behind the tree and shot an arrow at him with his crossbow. The mercenary jumped sideways and the arrow stuck into the tree trunk beside his body.

At this moment, Griffith rushed up and stabbed his throat with the sword in his hand.

The mercenary dodged sideways, and the sword edge grazed his collar, sending up a trail of sparks.

He picked up the dagger on the ground and fought with Griffith.

The two men's weapons collided, sparks flew, and the "ding ding" sound of the swords clashing echoed in the woods.

Griffith's attack was fierce, and each sword hit the vital point directly. The mercenary relied on his rich combat experience to continuously block and counterattack.

After exchanging more than ten moves, the mercenary suddenly made a feint, luring Griffith's longsword to stab his shoulder, but he suddenly ducked and swept his short sword across Griffith's ankle.

Griffith's foot slipped, and the sword flew out of his hand and got stuck in a tree trunk.

The mercenary took the opportunity to pounce and stabbed Griffith's chest with his dagger.

Griffith thought quickly and blocked the sword with his left arm, and blood immediately gushed out, but he grabbed the mercenary's sword wrist with his right hand, and then, regardless of the pain in his left arm, punched the other man in the face.

The two men immediately engaged in close combat, their fists landing heavily on each other.

Griffith's fist hit the mercenary's abdomen, and the mercenary's fist hit Griffith's chin, making his teeth numb.

Both of them had red eyes and neither of them was willing to give in. Blood mixed with sweat flowed freely on their faces.

Gradually, the mercenary, relying on his strong physique, gradually gained the upper hand. He rushed forward, pushed Griffith to the ground, and then strangled Griffith's neck with both hands.

Griffith struggled desperately, trying to pry the mercenary's wrists with both hands, but the mercenary was too strong. His breathing became increasingly difficult, and dark shadows began to appear before his eyes.

"Uh……"

Griffith groaned faintly, his legs kicking the ground weakly.

At this critical moment, the mercenary suddenly heard a sound of running behind him. The mercenary looked back and was knocked to the ground by a burly man. Although Griffith was also knocked down by the man, the mercenary's hands were loosened from his neck, allowing Griffith to breathe air again.

As his vision cleared, Griffith saw Bibin's face. After Bibin stood up, he immediately hugged the mercenary's waist tightly with both hands.

"Go aside!"

Bibin shouted, and with his own great strength, he picked up the mercenary and threw him towards the tree next to him.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the mercenary hit the tree heavily, then slowly slid to the ground and fainted.

……

The door where the mercenaries had been holding their meeting was smashed open, and the heavy oak door panels slammed against the stone wall, sending wood chips and dust flying everywhere.

Rondo was thrown into the door like a rag bag and fell heavily on the bluestone slabs.

He was seeing stars and his body was covered with bloody wounds. His once shiny black armor was now in tatters, with several cracks on his breastplate revealing the blood-soaked shirt underneath.

He struggled to get up, but was lifted up with one hand by a tall mercenary covered in black armor, like a dying wild dog.

Rondo, with a bruised face and nose, barely raised his head and saw the half face of the mercenary exposed under the helmet. His face was as cold as a knife, and his eyes were colder than an ice cave, full of murderous intent.

He immediately began to tremble like a sieve, begging for mercy in a sobbing voice:

"Please spare my life, sir. I didn't know you wanted to go through the aisle. If nothing works, just look at what you need and I'll get it for you. Please spare my life!"

The mercenary said nothing, but just looked around slowly.

In the dim hall, there were several corpses lying in a mess, and the ground was covered with blood and broken bottles.

His eyes swept over something wrapped in linen. He paused, took two steps forward, and tore off the cloth.

Inside was an iron cage, the bars of which were covered in blood and dust.

The mercenary opened the cage door and a foul smell hit him in the face.

Two little boys were curled up in the cage. They were awakened by the sudden noise while sleeping. Seeing the tall and scary mercenary in front of them, they were so scared that they immediately backed away and huddled in the corner of the cage. Their little faces were pale and their eyes were filled with tears of fear.

The mercenary looked back at Londo lying on the ground, and then his eyes stopped at the blood-stained human skin on his armor.

At this time, several Blackwatch mercenaries also hurried to the scene. The mercenary pointed at Londo and said in a low and cold voice:

"Send him on his way."

"Yes!"

They roughly wrapped Rondo's eyes with linen, which rubbed roughly against his eyelids, and Rondo whimpered in pain.

Afterwards, the mercenaries took him and dragged his broken body out of this hall filled with sin and blood.

Rondo didn't know where he was being taken. His legs were weak and he could only let the mercenaries drag him away.

After a while, he heard someone shouting:

"Your Majesty!"

Then, he felt someone pressing down heavily on his shoulders. His legs could no longer support him, and he fell to his knees with a thump.

His knee slammed into the hard ground, causing him to gasp in pain.

Then he heard a voice shouting:

"Turn on the ignition and fire!"

The mercenary in the hall looked at the two little boys in the cage. He slowly swung the two-handed sword beside him, and the sword flashed coldly in the dim light.

With a "click", the cage chain was cut and the mercenary gently opened the cage.

The two children looked at him in horror, their bodies shaking uncontrollably. Then they saw the mercenary slowly stretching a hand into the cage. The hand was covered in a metal glove and was stained with blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

But one of the children, perhaps sensing his kindness, mustered up the courage and placed his little hand on the mercenary's hand.

Then he pulled the other child out of the cage carefully.

The mercenary picked up the younger child with one hand, then he pulled the other child and left the hall step by step.

At this time, the sun was rising slowly from the horizon, and the golden sunlight was shining on this small town that had long been in ruins.

The place that was originally shrouded in darkness and fear gradually felt a warm atmosphere.

Other imprisoned townspeople were rescued by Blackwatch and cried with their loved ones.

No matter how serious the disaster is, life must go on.

The sunlight shines on them, as if covering them with a veil of hope, and a new day begins.