In this era, the cost of crafting full-body armor is extremely high, and the forging techniques are quite rare.
In a certain sense, this set of silver full-body armor can already be considered a treasure.
Even Mr. Wood has only a chain armor for his upper body, bestowed by Earl Hardy.
Cole brandished a gleaming longsword, moving swiftly, and quickly reached Duke, poised to chop off his head with a stroke.
Duke was startled; his opponent’s speed was one notch quicker than his own.
He reacted quickly, immediately blocking the sword.
Judging by the force transmitted from the sword, the opponent’s strength was somewhat weaker than his own.
However, this was just the beginning of the battle, which did not necessarily indicate the opponent’s full strength.
Soon both sides clashed; Duke’s side had only five people, at a disadvantage because the opponent had more.
The Militia Team was under great pressure, retreating step by step.
"Cole? The Wild Wolf Robber Group dares to be so bold!" Wood’s voice came from behind, accompanied by over thirty militia members.
Currently, Enderan Town had fewer than forty militia members, and it was unknown how many foes there were.
Wood quickly came to Duke’s side, blocking Cole, and said, "Duke, you retreat. The opponent practices Breathing Technique as a mid-tier Knight Attendant. You’re not a match."
Duke nodded and retreated, indeed under great pressure.
The opponent, though weaker in strength, could occasionally unleash explosive power, suppressing him tightly.
That explosive force was mysterious; after exploding, the strength was estimated to be eight points.
Duke was well aware that he persevered solely due to his robust physical attributes.
If this persisted, he would likely be defeated.
Cole was somewhat wary of Wood, so he backed away: "Wood, you’re still alive? If I could claim your head today, my fame would spread far and wide."
"With just you?" Wood sneered with some disdain.
Cole laughed, "The process doesn’t matter, only the result does."
As long as the final result was Wood’s death, the head could be counted in his favor.
"Duke, you go guard the northern town entrance; I will handle this here. I’ve already alerted Earl Hardy’s troops, reinforcements will arrive soon." Wood said solemnly.
Duke and the others nodded and retreated; Enderan Town had only two entrances, north and south.
As he passed Levin’s house yard, the gate swung open, and a dozen armed men rushed out.
Seeing Duke’s group in leather armor, they immediately said, "Take down these Militia Team members!"
Duke hadn’t expected robbers to surge internally from the town, and had to hastily engage.
Yet, nobody among them had Cole’s difficulty, all possessing militia-level prowess.
It was easy for Duke to handle these people; with his strength and speed, he tore through them like a tiger among sheep, continuously reaping lives.
His companions behind were dumbfounded, witnessing Duke slaying without them lifting a finger.
Glancing at Levin’s deep courtyard, Duke quietly noted it before continuing to slay the enemy.
The town’s Militia Teams were fighting everywhere; most residents cowered indoors with doors shut, too scared to emerge.
Some bolder, robust individuals also took part in the battle.
They knew well, facing such robber attacks, if the Militia Team were defeated, they wouldn’t survive; it was a fight for themselves.
During combat, Duke noticed, aside from the dozen bursting from Levin’s house, many had rushed in from outside the town.
Estimating roughly, the enemy should number fifty or sixty, while the Militia Team had fewer than forty.
From the number perspective, his side was at a disadvantage.
Wood was also tied down by Cole, unable to resolve their conflict quickly.
Cole’s aim was clear—to stall Wood, waiting for the other robbers to handle the militia members.
Once the militia members were mostly dealt with, Wood would inevitably be doomed; Cole only needed patience.
Cole’s strength couldn’t match Wood’s, but relying on his full-body armor defense, he could forcibly stall Wood.
However, the Wild Wolf Robber Group undoubtedly hadn’t anticipated a presence like Duke in the Militia Team.
If Wood guarded the town’s southern end, Duke battled all the way to the northern end.
His strength and speed far surpassed ordinary people; these robbers could not challenge him.
Moreover, Duke’s swordsmanship was excessively excellent, akin to a swordmaster.
Neither his strength nor technique could be handled by these ordinary robbers.
Combined with Duke’s superior stamina, sustaining intense combat without fatigue, he pushed the robbers into continual retreat.
After about an hour, distant sounds of hooves approached, indicating many horses.
In all of Maple Hill County, only Earl Hardy possessed such a quantity of horses.
Only Earl Hardy’s Personal Soldiers could equip such a cavalry force.
Cole realized today was futile; he was anxious, wondering why others hadn’t solved the militia members to support here.
At his signal, the robbers began retreating.
The Militia Team refrained from too deep a pursuit, remaining cautious to avoid falling into traps.
In reality, the Militia Team suffered heavy losses; of more than thirty people, fewer than twenty could still stand.
Earl Hardy’s Personal Soldier troop soon arrived at Enderan Town; by then, the battle had ebbed, with robbers fleeing or captured.
The troop leader, clad in silver full-body armor, was also a Knight, riding forth to Duke, inquiring, "Where’s Wood?"
Duke was surprised by the cold tone, realizing the speaker was a woman.
He now lifted his gaze; from the figure, she was indeed female, her armor seemingly custom-fitted, aligning perfectly with curves.
"Mr. Wood went chasing enemies." Duke pointed southward.
The Female Knight nodded, said nothing, simply waved as she led the cavalry troop charging south.
The robbers could only flee on foot, undoubtedly unable to escape this cavalry pursuit.
Duke watched the cavalry depart, raising a dust cloud, feeling a bit envious.
By now, it was sunrise; the sun just peeking out, and the sky remained murky.
Duke exhaled deeply, feeling a refreshing sensation internally and externally; he relished the battle process.
During that adrenaline surge, fatigue was barely felt, only realizing he neared his limit once he stopped.