Mosheen spoke with a hint of hatred in his eyes.
He turned his head, looked at Hall not far away, his face deathly pale, and said coldly, "Whether it's innate talent or ability, what aspect of me is inferior to that waste?"
"But for so many years, in order to support Hall, you have been suppressing me!"
"Let me tell you, I've had enough!"
Mosheen's face showed a ferocious expression, grinding his teeth, and said, "Since you refuse to hand over Rushing City to me, then I'll have to take it myself!"
In the distance, Sauron's eyes flickered slightly.
The sudden change caught everyone in Rushing City off guard, especially Viscount Hall, who turned deathly pale, unable to conceal the fear in his eyes.
However, from the conversation between Mosheen and Willis, Sauron understood everything.
"Another Duke of the Western Border?"
Sauron squinted, looking at Lionheart Knight Rothel.
The appearance of Rothel here clearly represented Duke Phil of the Western Border.
Among the thirteen cities of the Western Border, Rushing City, like Night Raven City, held an independent position. Although nominally a vassal of the Duke of the Western Border, in reality, they followed orders but not announcements.
For many years, the integration of the thirteen cities of the Western Border had always been the Duke's wish.
To control Rushing City, Duke Phil made a deal with Mosheen to help him deal with Willis and support him in becoming the Lord of Rushing City.
"Such filial piety!"
Watching the scene of father and son fighting, Sauron sighed.
"Unfilial son!"
Willis gritted his teeth, looking at Mosheen in front of him, regretting deeply in his heart. If he had been more decisive earlier, perhaps he wouldn't be in this situation now.
Mosheen remained silent, slowly raising his short blade.
Willis's face fluctuated, and dealing with his unfilial son was no pressure for him. However, Lionheart Knight Rothel by his side made him feel uneasy.
Both being high-level Knights, Rothel was at his peak, while Willis was aging, and he had just engaged in a fierce battle with the phosphorus fire elephant.
Even at his peak, Willis couldn't guarantee that he could defeat Lionheart Knight Rothel, especially in his current state.
"Come, father!"
Mosheen took a deep breath, saying faintly, "Let me see, how much strength you have now!"
While speaking, Mosheen stepped forward.
The short blade slashed like a crescent moon, and Willis's complexion changed slightly as he stepped back repeatedly.
"Intermediate level Knight?" Willis's face looked unsightly.
"How about it, father?"
Mosheen's lips curled up, sneering, "Didn't expect that I've already broken through, right?"
"For so many years, you've been suppressing me, limiting my resources, but now, I've still broken through the realm!"
"Shouldn't you be proud of that?"
During his speech, Mosheen lifted his head and said loudly, "Knight Rothel, please don't intervene in the fight between me and my father."
"As for the others, I'll trouble you!"
Hearing Mosheen's words, Willis's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly shouted.
"Hall, go quickly!"
"Return to Rushing City, gather the army in my name and come here as soon as possible!"
The current situation was extremely dangerous for Willis.
The threat of Lionheart Knight Rothel made him realize that it was difficult to escape. The only way to break the situation was for Hall to escape back to Rushing City and send reinforcements.
"Yes, father!"
Hall woke up as if from a dream, quickly nodded, and without any hesitation, he pulled the reins and turned to gallop away.
Mosheen sneered, but showed no nervousness.
Lionheart Knight Rothel, seeing this, calmly followed.
"Sauron Lord, please lend a hand to Hall!"
In place, Willis loudly said, "After this incident, Rushing City will be very grateful."
"Good!"
Sauron didn't waste words, leading a few guards beside him, and moved towards Hall's direction to chase.
In fact, even if Willis didn't say anything, Sauron wouldn't stand idly by.
Duke Phil of the Western Border wanted to unify the Western Border. Both Rushing City and Night Raven City were his targets. The principle of mutual help and dependence was something Sauron naturally understood.
Seeing Sauron catching up, Willis felt relieved.
But then, his heart sank.
On the opposite side, Mosheen looked indifferent, a confident expression on his face.
"Rushing City... also has your people?"
Willis seemed to guess something, and asked with a darkened face.
"I told you, father, you're already old!"
Mosheen shook his head, saying faintly, "Rushing City has long needed a new lord. No one would want to be ruled by your decadent thoughts forever!"
Having said that, Mosheen stopped talking.
He waved his hand and, along with several of his men, moved towards Willis to besiege him.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Under the escort of two Knights, Viscount Hall rushed through the forest.
With the situation so urgent, he had to return to Rushing City as soon as possible to have a chance to resolve the crisis.
However, at this moment.
The silhouette of Lionheart Knight Rothel suddenly appeared in front of him. Hall was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost. He desperately pulled the reins.
Neighing!
As the horse neighed, Hall fell from the horse, and upon seeing Rothel not far away, the two Knights next to him changed greatly.
These two were loyal followers of Willis.
They were ordered to protect Hall, but now, facing Lionheart Knight Rothel, even if they were fearless, they almost had no chance of winning.
"Young Master Hall, you go first!"
The two Knights drew their cross swords, their faces showing a resolute expression. They roared and rushed towards Lionheart Knight.
However, the next moment.
Rothel drew his cross sword with lightning-like speed. In just an instant, the lives of the two Knights were ended.
Seeing this scene, Hall's face turned deathly pale.
"No! Don't!"
Seeing Lionheart Knight Rothel approaching step by step, Hall's eyes were full of horror. He shouted desperately, "Don't kill me!"
"I can't die here!"
A trace of disdain flashed in Rothel's eyes as he sneered, "What a waste. I don't know what Willis was thinking, actually choosing to support such a weakling like you."
After saying that, Rothel swung his sword.
The sword strike from a high-level Knight, like a shadow of death, enveloped Hall's head. However, at this moment, a cross sword suddenly extended.
Clang!
The collision between the sword blades produced a crisp sound.
Rothel frowned slightly.
But not far away, Sauron had arrived in time, his face calm and indifferent.
"Lord Sauron, please save me!!"
Seeing Sauron's arrival, Hall seemed to grab a lifesaving straw.
"Are you the Sauron they mentioned?"
Hearing Sauron's name, Rothel's face darkened for a moment.
"That's right, any problem?" Sauron raised an eyebrow.
"Hahaha! Good! Very good!"
Rothel laughed madly twice, saying faintly, "I was planning to go to Night Raven City to find you. It's saved me a lot of trouble now that we've met here."