The battle was still raging.
But the center of Huorong Army strangely fell silent.
It seemed as if time and space had been paused here, completely separated from its surroundings.
Count Evan was dazedly looking at his guardian knight, as if he was seeing him for the first time.
Count Brugen's personal guards around him also seemed to be paralyzed, even forgetting to arrest the murderer who had killed their loyal Lord.
It wasn't until Knight Fletcher, with his blood-dripping long sword, dashed to the front of Huorong Army's flag, and cut it down with a sword, that the surrounding guards finally woke up like coming out of a dream, roaring towards Fletcher, the traitor.
In severe straits, Knight Fletcher seemed to have accepted his fate, allowing seven or eight long swords to pierce through his body and then slowly collapsed on the ground.
Count Evan rushed towards Knight Fletcher's corpse like a madman, desperately removing his helmet.
