The black mudslide was a group of knights dressed in heavy armor. Princess Charise was slightly stunned before recalling the identities of these heavy armored knights.

"They are Baron Wilson's heavy armored knights. I'd never thought that he'd still lead his knights to come and rescue us after I rejected Baron Wilson's allegiance. Still, it's no use, these bandits aren't ordinary bandits. Baron Wilson's heavy armored knights are definitely no match for them as well. Deputy Commander Wayne, prepare to charge up there with Baron Wilson, rush in and kill the bandits together!"

Princess Charise was somewhat moved and rueful; Old Wilson taking action at such a time as this was enough to prove his loyalty to the Royal Family. However, Princess Charise did not know that this was not due to Old Wilson's loyalty to the Royal Family, but his gratitude towards Prince Frederick. This would be the last time Old Wilson stretched out a helping hand.

The heavy armored knights led by Old Wilson dove down the slope of the hill. They were an unstoppable force, immediately rushing in for the skill and leaving a blood trail behind. Numerous bandits were slaughtered by the heavy armored knights.

After all, with the exception of the bandits who possessed extraordinary physical attributes, the rest were just a motley crew formed by a bunch of Normies gathering together, at best. Even an ordinary knight would be able to kill them easily.

Old Wilson was completely enveloped by the flames. His gigantic stature was like a small giant; with every strike of his sword, followed by immeasurable amounts of flames, three to five bandits would lose their lives at Old Wilson's hands.

Because of that, Old Wilson soon reached the place where Commander Mance was being surrounded. He fixed his eyes on the great commander who had strange patterns drawn on his face.

"Where are my third and fourth brothers?"

When the big commander saw Old Wilson, he immediately guessed his identity and knew that he was the small aristocrat that he had instructed the Third and Fourth Commanders to block.

"They're already dead!"

Old Wilson answered coldly. There was a great aura of power around his body that went toward the Big Boss of the bandits oppressively. This was an ability that only Fourth-level Elemental Swordsmen possessed. Although Old Wilson was merely a Second-level Fire Swordsman, he was able to reach the peak of a Third-level Elemental Swordsman by coupling with the extraordinary strength he had been gifted with. Thus, he also possessed some imposing aura of oppression.

"Hmph, I underestimated you, but out of everything that you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have come here to die!"

With a sharp flash of light in his eyes, the Big Boss pushed back with both his legs forcefully.

Bang.

It felt as though the entire surface of the ground was shaking. Using the force from that one kick, Big Boss's entire body crashed toward Old Wilson with a whizz, like a cannonball fired from cannon.

"Flame Cleave!"

Old Wilson let out a roar. The armor all over his body began to emit creaking noises; he was utilizing his power to the maximum, which caused his muscles to swell up. His armor was being spread open.

When Old Wilson engaged in battle, his body would practically be pulled up by a lot in a forceful manner. He was almost two meters tall and could inflict a great psychological shock on people just by standing still.

This was the real extraordinary gift, the real unlimited power, unlike Big Boss, who still retained the physique of a Normie even though he possessed great, superhuman strength.

The two men wielded their greatswords. In the blink of an eye, they brandished and moved them over a dozen times. Collisions between the blades emitted ear-piercing sounds.

Crack.

Both their greatswords shattered at the same time, breaking into few pieces as the blades were no longer able to withstand the terrible power of the other party. The two men were then left fighting barehanded, coming at each other in a series of crazy attacks.

Every punch unleashed by Old Wilson was shrouded in flames; like a god of fire, his force was unstoppable. On the other hand, Big Boss did not seem to be imposing or powerful, but he was exceedingly fast and his strength was great. The two of them clashed like a rock going against a rock; he was not at all inferior to Old Wilson.

"Haha, that's fun, let's go again!"

Old Wilson let out a great roar. It had been a long time since he had encountered an opponent who could go against his pure power and be equally matched, like two hard objects colliding against each other. His will to fight was raised up high; ignoring everything else, he and Big Boss got embroiled in battle.

Everywhere the two of them passed through, both bandits and heavy armored knights were either wounded or killed if they came into contact with them slightly. Therefore, everyone hurriedly backed off from wherever they were fighting.

Although Old Wilson and Big Boss's battle was difficult to finish, his heavy armored knights were no match at all for those bandits who had practiced the special posture.

There were four to five hundred of those bandits, with extremely powerful capabilities. By now, they had surrounded the heavy armored knights once more. If there was no other solution, the heavy armored knights would soon be completely destroyed.

The moment the heavy armored knights were annihilated, it would not be of any use even if Old Wilson was an equal match to the Big Boss of the bandits.

On a hill far away, Merlin stood in front of a horse carriage as he observed the battle at the foot of the hill carefully. The focus of his attention was the Big Boss of the bandits, who was fighting Old Wilson in a battle that was difficult to win to either side.

"As expected, there's no Elemental aura whatsoever, it's entirely the strength of his body... The mysterious relief sculptures must be on him."

Merlin's eyes narrowed slightly. He had sensed that the fiery aura on Old Wilson's body seemed to have weakened a great deal in a very short period of time, causing the power of Old Wilson's attacks to be weaker than before.

"When it comes to depletion, Father still needs to rely on the fire attributed Elements in his body that he has accumulated over days and months. He won't be able to persist for long at all, attacking in such a crazy manner. As for Big Boss, the strength in his body seems to be endless."

Merlin understood. If the two were to continue fighting, Old Wilson's defeat would be inevitable.

By then, Merlin finally decided to strike. He had had some concerns previously; if the Big Boss of the bandits was a Fourth-level Elemental Swordsman or higher, then it would cost Merlin some trouble to defeat this other party.

However, he had now discovered that the Big Boss of the bandits was more or less at the same level as Old Wilson. His overall strength could rival that of a Third-level Elemental Swordsman, which made him much easier to fight.

Thus, Merlin struck!

Merlin slowly walked down the slope of the hill alone, directly into the midst of the bandits. When some of the bandits saw Merlin, they immediately brandished their greatswords and swung them down without hesitation.

Crack, crack.

Before one of the bandits could bring his greatswords down, his entire body was already frozen in place. Still maintaining the pose of a man brandishing his greatsword, he was unmoving, looking like an ice sculpture that was true to life.

Merlin's footsteps did not falter. He walked into the midst of the bandits, as before. Not only that; several bandits were mysteriously frozen into ice sculptures wherever he went. It was extremely strange!

This weird situation caused many bandits to exchange looks; they did not dare to charge at Merlin again.

In his heart, Merlin was clear that he had just unleashed six Frost in just an instant, moments ago. He was lucky that the Spell Model for the Frost had accumulated a lot of Magic Power over a period of time. Only because of that, Merlin could squander them so recklessly.

Although it looked like he had spent his Magic Power lavishly, the effect was superb. At least, no more bandits dared to rush at Merlin.

"A Spell Caster!"

Big Boss had also noticed Merlin. After clashing forcefully against Old Wilson once more, he speedily retreated and increased the distance between him and Old Wilson, fixing his eyes upon Merlin vigilantly.