Chapter 273: Under Heaven, All Land Belongs to the King!

"Horton, you have won!"

"Haha, Mick, did you really need to say that? Be sensible, put down your weapons, kneel, and surrender, and I can still grant you a quick death! How about it?"

Mick shook his head. "Not at all. Horton, I, Mick, can die in battle, but I will absolutely never surrender to you!"

"Is that so?" Horton's face was full of disdain; the next instant, he turned his gaze northward.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Mick froze, a sense of impending doom arising.

He turned around at once; the next instant, he saw several carriages burst from the woods on both sides, blocking the two fleeing carriages.

And on those carriages, besides the drivers, everyone else was children and women.

In a mere moment, the two carriage drivers were killed, and all the women and children were captured!

"How about it, Mick? Do you still insist on fighting to the end?"

"Despicable, Horton! You have already taken the Mick Gathering; why must you trouble a few women and children?"

"Women and children? No, no, no, Mick. In my eyes, they are the sparks of revenge, so I will not let them go!"

"Of course, whether they die after suffering torment or die quickly depends on your choice!"

At this moment, the women and children in the distance had been driven close.

Many women and children were crying, trembling in fear.

"How about it? Mick, will you surrender?"

Mick remained silent.

It was not that he was stubborn, but that he could not trust the ruthless Horton.

Once he put down his weapons, Horton might humiliate his group even more.

So, with weapons in hand now, he could at least choose how to die.

"Very well, since you still insist, I will not be polite. I have long heard that your daughter, Mick, is very beautiful; now let me see for myself!"

Horton walked mockingly toward the group of women and children; with just one glance, he saw Rebena, who had been deliberately hidden behind by several middle-aged women.

Then, he grabbed her and dragged her out.

Rebena tried to struggle, but it was completely useless.

This Horton was a Silver Knight.

"Tsk tsk! Truly a beauty in the making. Mick, it seems the rumors are true!"

"Horton, if you are a man, fight me one-on-one in a life-or-death duel!" Mick's body was trembling.

And because his entire body's muscles were tensed, a large amount of fresh blood began to seep from the bandage on his abdomen.

That was a wound left by a surprise attack when the second leader of the gathering betrayed him.

If not for this injury, he absolutely had the strength to make Horton and the others pay a heavy price, because he, Mick, was also a Silver Knight.

"Haha! A life-or-death duel? Mick, it is not up to you to decide now! I will count down three times; if you commit suicide before my eyes, then I can promise you and grant your daughter a quick death as well!"

"Otherwise, hehe..."

"No! Father, do not worry about me! Escape quickly!" Rebena, surprisingly, showed no fear or tears; instead, she urged Mick to flee.

"Three!"

Horton would not give Mick too much time to think.

With one hand grabbing the collar of Rebena's left shoulder, he began to count down.

"Two!"

Mick's trembling grew more violent, and the wound on his abdomen grew heavier.

"Father! Do not worry about me..."

"Haha! Truly a deep father-daughter bond. However, Mick, you will soon have no chance..."

Horton greatly enjoyed this process.

But Mick slowly raised his long sword toward his own neck.

Pfft!

Just then, the sound of a blade piercing flesh and blood came.

However, it was not Mick, because his long sword was still raised before his chest.

"Rebena!"

The next moment, everyone realized that the noise came from Rebena's body.

It was that Rebena, to avoid threatening her father, had grabbed a long sword from one of Horton's subordinates nearby and then thrown herself directly onto it.

The long sword pierced through Rebena's small body.

Mick's eyes bulged with rage.

Horton, meanwhile, frowned.

He had originally intended to use this method to force Mick to his death, which would save a lot of effort.

He did not expect that Mick's daughter would also possess such courage.

"Horton! I will kill you!" Mick came to his senses, raised his long sword, and charged at Horton.

"Sigh! What a pity. However, trouble is trouble!"

Horton took no notice. "Kill all these fellows; leave not one alive!"

"Kill!"

Immediately, a battle erupted between the two sides on the wasteland.

However, the Mick Gathering party had only forty or fifty people, most of whom were women and children; naturally, there was no possibility of them withstanding the siege of Horton's party of two or three hundred.

Mick, this Silver Knight, was in the same situation at this moment.

His injuries severely hampered his combat effectiveness; even as he slashed at Horton in a frenzy, Horton blocked every strike.

"Haha! Mick, you're doomed!" Horton sneered, having confirmed that Mick had reached the end of his tether.

Boom! Boom!

Yet, just at that moment, the rumble of hooves came from the north.

Then, seven tall, reddish-brown warhorses appeared atop the earthen ridge ahead.

Upon these towering warhorses sat fully armored Kingdom knights, each gripping a lance.

"Boss!"

His subordinates cried out in shock, their voices trembling.

"Damn it, we should still be quite a distance from the Kingdom border; why are these knights appearing here?" Horton's expression immediately darkened.

After all, he had not yet dealt with Mick and the others; if the Kingdom knights interfered, it would create a major hidden danger.

"Speed up!" Horton gritted his teeth and urged his subordinates.

However, at the same time, the people gathered around Mick also unleashed astonishing willpower in their desperate situation.

Soon, the seven knights arrived close by.

Leading them was a very young noble; the badge on his chest revealed that he was, in fact, a Kingdom Viscount and Lord.

This Viscount Lord halted more than ten meters from the battlefield; though he did not speak, the invisible pressure he exerted already affected the fleeing refugees engaged in combat.

After all, they were all people who had lived under the shadow of nobles; even though they had now fled to the wasteland, the fear of nobles carved into their bones still remained.

"Noble, this is not within the Kingdom's borders, so this does not concern you; please leave! Once we finish resolving this, we will immediately return to the wasteland!"

The subordinates were afraid, but Horton, as their leader, could not shrink back.

Moreover, their superior numbers gave him courage!

"Refugees, who told you that if it is not within the Kingdom's borders, it falls outside noble jurisdiction?"

"I tell you, under the whole sky, all is the King's land; along the shores of all lands, all are the King's subjects!"

"Therefore, everywhere belongs to the sphere of our noble jurisdiction!"

"Now, if you do not wish to die, stop immediately and get the hell out of the way!"

Horton paused, stunned; were there such words in the world?

Moreover, this was utterly unreasonable!

He had originally thought that he and his crew were shameless enough.

But now it seemed that nobles were indeed nobles; when it came to shamelessness, they were the true masters.

If you are truly so powerful, then go tell that to the Orcs and the Dragon Clan!

Horton's expression darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Noble, do you think we are truly afraid of you? This is the Chaotic Wasteland!"

"And there are only seven of you, so you have already stirred up trouble; do you understand?"