The badge is about the size of a palm, and the wings spread out behind the angel are stained with dirt, and only a bit of whiteness can be seen vaguely in the mud.
She closed her eyes and held a silver cross epee in a pious posture.
The relief of the badge is single-sided, the back is smooth, and there seems to be two lines of writing engraved on it, but due to the passage of time, it has been corroded and only scratches remain.
The traveling poet looked through this ancient badge and could not see anything strange at the moment, but at that time, after the character picked up something, he hid it directly in the mezzanine.
The character card can only give pale memories and cannot connect the character's emotions, so he doesn't understand what the character's mood was when he picked up this rag when he was lost, and hid it preciously.
If he hadn't acquired the memory, he probably wouldn't have been able to find this mysterious thing.
The traveling poet stuffed the badge into his pocket inexplicably and prepared to continue monitoring the tablet. However, the next moment, he seemed to hear something.
"Click..."
"Click..."
"Click..."
It has quite a rhythmic sound.
From the corner at the end of this corridor, there was a sound like something heavy colliding with metal, causing the friction.
The traveling poet immediately put away the tablet, turned around and skillfully climbed out of the window sill, put his body against the edge of the wall and looked around.
After a while, a figure appeared at the end of this brightly lit corridor.
It wears the metal armor of a medieval warrior. The thick plate armor wraps its body in a majestic and majestic manner. The helmet and visor cover its entire head, with the top showing an exaggerated cone shape.
Holding a huge battle ax in its hand, it slowly walked around the corner step by step, and a deathly yet ferocious aura rushed towards it!
This is a medieval knight image!
The traveling poet almost held his breath. He withdrew his gaze and silently stared at the outside wall, listening to the rhythmic "click" sound gradually approaching.
"Click..."
"Crack..."
However, the fifty-meter long corridor, the knight in armor seemed to have walked for a century, and his movements were extremely slow!
And when it walked, the plate armor patches on its body collided with each other, making sounds in the silent night.
Finally, it reached the corner of the stairs.
Then, the sound stopped.
The traveling poet who was hidden behind this wall had his pupils shrunken and was motionless. At this moment, there was only a wall of only a few dozen centimeters between the two sides!
Three seconds later, the knight's armor turned around mechanically.
Immediately, he walked back slowly, holding a heavy battle ax in his hand, step by step, without any reaction to the door at the end of the corner.
After listening to the "click" sound for a while, the traveling poet who was clinging to the wall gently exhaled the breath that was held in his chest.
However, the next moment, his whole body was trembling with chills!
A cold and bone-chilling sense of crisis emerged from the bottom of my heart, piercing the center of my eyebrows!
The traveling poet turned sideways suddenly, and in an instant there was a sound of breaking wind behind his ears, and a sharp arrow pierced the place where his head was originally, and penetrated deeply into the wall.
Something unexpected happened! The traveling poet didn't even have time to think. He quickly changed his feet, holding the relief with both hands to stabilize his balance. His body rolled over the edge of the narrow wall several times, and the sharp arrows coming from behind were shot into the wall one by one!
Finally, the traveling poet, sensing the crisis again, suddenly let go and his body fell from the edge of the wall——
"boom!"
The position where he just tried to climb over was suddenly smashed by a giant metal axe!
The knight in armor holding a battle ax in the corridor appeared next to the breach in the wall. His head was covered by a plate helmet, and his eyes were faintly glowing with scarlet light!
As he fell, the traveling poet spun around and grabbed the carvings of the arch below. Then he swung directly into the aisle, and his figure was immediately hidden behind the pillars.
After encountering several crises in a short period of time, he gasped rapidly and recalled the scene he had just seen in his mind.
When he turned over just now, he saw in the tall building opposite the castle, there were several knights in the same armor as those in the corridor, but they were holding bows and arrows!
There is such a thing in Prague Castle?!
The traveling poet took a few breaths, and suddenly, he heard a dense "click" sound coming from the aisle on the left!
He immediately started walking in the opposite direction, but after a while, the traveling poet stopped and backed away slowly and cautiously.
Two armored knights holding giant axes came towards me.
The traveling poet looked back again.
A dozen identical medieval knights came from the left aisle, but they were holding spears with wooden shafts and seemingly iron heads.
The two parties surrounded them from the front and rear. They were silent, their marching speed was neither fast nor slow, their breaths were dead but violent, and their eyes were faintly scarlet.
There are a dozen enemies on the left and two enemies on the right.
The traveling poet thought about the giant ax that just smashed through the wall, and rushed towards a dozen people without hesitation!
And just when he came within two meters of the knights' armor, the originally slow-moving knights suddenly raised their heads, moved forward very quickly, and stabbed him directly with the spears in their hands!
The traveling poet suddenly leaned forward and nimbly slipped between several spears. He held two thin prismatic metal pieces between his fingers and threw them towards the spears that were coming from an angle!
"Bah!"
The metal piece scratched the spear shaft that penetrated the top of the head, directly cutting off the entire spear!
The iron spearhead was bounced off by another thin piece and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
Then he touched the ground with his toes, tilted his body at an almost impossible angle, and rotated half a circle backwards. Then he grabbed the spear of the knight next to him with his left hand and used the force to straighten his body, raised his foot and kicked it hard!
Bang——!
The knight in front of him was kicked away by the traveling poet, knocking down two armors behind him, and he also took the spear from the opponent's hand.
But at this time, he was already surrounded!
The knight's armor, which had been slow and stuck before, now moves as fast as the wind and as fierce as lightning. They seemed to be letting out a silent cry, charging forward with the spears in their hands!
The traveling poet immediately raised his hand, and the spear pole blocked several attacks, but the strength of several knights made him take two steps back, and there was a sound of breaking wind behind him!
The iron spearhead shone sharply under the illumination of the scarlet moon. The traveling poet shook off the attack and ducked sideways in time, but the sharp hook of the spearhead still scratched his cheek and cut off the tail of his hair next to his ear.
His clothes were also torn by the spear thrust in, and bright red blood dripped to the ground.
After all, he cannot defeat a group of people with just two fists. If the corridors in the castle were not spacious enough, his situation would probably be even more difficult!
The traveling poet glanced at the two giant axes that continued to approach not far away, and quickly retreated while resisting the spear attack.
After entering a certain range, these knight armors seemed to have activated some mechanism, and they moved quickly and attacked fiercely, aiming at the head with all their moves!
He insisted on stabbing the knight in front with his spear, but found that he couldn't even penetrate the opponent's armor!
Hearing the sharp clang of metal, the traveling poet could only choose to break the spearheads of the knights.
However, when their fists wrapped in plate armor fell on him, the traveling poet couldn't help but groan, and a fishy sweetness filled his throat.
Several thin metal pieces appeared in his hand, and he threw them towards the charging knight!
call out--!
The thin slices flew through the air and directly cut off the extremely hard plate helmets from their necks!
However, there was nothing in the neat cut, no blood, no flesh, only the empty armor, and the helmet fell to the ground with a clang.
The knight who rushed over did not stop at all, holding his spear high in his headless armor!
When the crisis came, the hairs on his body were all cold!
A sharp cracking sound came from a distance!
The traveling poet's pupils shrank suddenly, and for a moment he chose to resist the spear that was piercing his head so close at hand. The moment he grabbed the spearhead, blood dripped from his sloping shoulders!
A sharp arrow pierced his shoulder. The traveling poet broke off the spearhead with force, and then threw it to the knight beside him.
He hid his figure behind the beam and frowned slightly: "They are really a bunch of monsters."
Then, the traveling poet raised his right hand and made a hand gesture, and a thin light flashed between his fingers, as if he was pulling something.
next moment--
"Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng!"
Several metal collisions sounded!
The thin metal pieces he threw out before were recovered in an instant, and the sharp blades cut off the armors of those knights at high speed, splitting them into pieces in an instant!
The charging knight in armor still held a spear in his hand, but it only took a moment for him to transform from a brave warrior to a broken doll.
There were more than a dozen pieces of plate armor scattered in the corridor, but this time they did not stage a terrifying scene of physical charge.
The perfect trap angle allowed him to eliminate these spear knights in one go!
At this time, the giant ax knight walking not far away had already approached within ten meters!
The traveling poet glanced at the two giant axes who were obviously speeding up, gritted his teeth, pulled out the sharp arrows on his shoulders and threw them away, then turned around and ran away!
The "click" and "click" sounds behind me are chasing after me!
Even getting closer!
However, just as he ran around the corner, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows, grabbed him and pulled him directly over!
At that moment, the metal sheet in the traveling poet's hand had already fallen, but the girl in front of him suddenly blinked at him with her dark but smart eyes.