Whether it was a noble army or a group of thieves, everyone's eyes seemed to instantly light up with a crazy flame. The flame was so hot, so dazzling, and so unrelenting that most people could not move forward.
Don't cover your face with your hands so that your eyes won't be stung by the light flames.
"Fire halo?!"
As a "veteran" who has been on the battlefield for a long time, Lord Rosser will not be as "delicate" as ordinary soldiers who need to avoid the dazzling light.
For an instant, a bright yellow halo was seen also lighting up at the other end of Beni Village. Immediately, Lord Rosser drove his war horse, shrouded in a barrier-like yellow light curtain, roaring towards the place.
The advancing flames.
"Kill!" With Lord Rosser's activation, the Battle of Beni Village officially began.
The aristocratic coalition was organized into units of two to three families, with the backbone of low-level warriors and many ordinary soldiers, and attacked the dark area in the center of the village like a landslide and tsunami. At the same time, four middle-level knights led a small group of cavalry,
Rushing in from the rear. The heavy sound of horse hooves that shook the earth was like the drumbeat of death, beating in the heart of every thief. What made the thieves even more frightened and chilled was that, except for the noble sergeant who launched the attack,
There was another group of soldiers still tightly surrounding the outside of the village, thus completely dispelling some people's plan to take advantage of the chaos to break out.
Whether unintentionally or intentionally, the large influx of noble coalition forces did not disturb the one-armed man's head-on confrontation with Lord Rosser. Because fair confrontation between warriors has always been praised and respected by the world, even if the other party is just a rebellious thief.
But before the winner is determined, no one will intervene rashly. Otherwise, it will not only be a blasphemy to the tradition of the kingdom's knights, but also disrespectful to Lord Rother himself.
Ignoring the rolling military flow on both sides, the one-armed man and Lord Rosser collided with each other like two intersecting comets in a thrilling display of heroism and bravery.
In an instant, the fiercely burning red halo and the thick yellow halo intertwined with each other, then twisted, trembled, and swallowed each other.
At this moment, the one-armed warrior was like a fire demon from hell. A red flame sword with a terrifying temperature that could melt gold and break jade, slashed at Lord Rosser at an extremely fast speed without stopping, like a sword.
A torrential rain of fire completely enveloped the opponent.
Lord Rosser seemed to have turned into a majestic and immovable mountain. The bright yellow light curtain remained as stable as a mountain under the continuous burning of the fierce flames, while the silver knight's spear continued to match the horse's momentum, simply and seasonally.
Stopped the one-armed man's crazy attacks one by one without missing a beat.
"Both Lord Rosser and the thief are already at the top level of the mid-level. Such a duel is rarely seen. Sir, please pay attention." In the direction of the village entrance, Moriarty still followed the Viscount, while Hamilton continued to keep a close watch.
On one side, he reminded softly.
"Yeah." Moriarty nodded.
To be honest, this was the first time Moriarty had seen a real life-and-death battle between mid-level warriors. Although he had been mentally prepared before, he was still shocked at this moment.
If low-level warriors have reached the peak of ordinary people's combat skills and physical strength, then mid-level warriors are warriors of another level entirely. Compared with ordinary soldiers and low-level warriors, the biggest feature of mid-level warriors is
It is to have a spiritual aura of your own.
According to the ancient documents of the kingdom, before the Griffin family successfully established the country and gained hegemony on the continent, the human race had always been slaves or pariahs, ruled by elves and barbarians for thousands or even tens of thousands of years respectively.
At that time, humans were physically weak and their civilization was backward. Therefore, whether in the eyes of the elves with advanced magical skills or the barbarians who were born with strong bodies and amazing combat power, humans were an out-and-out second-class race. In fact,
They are only worthy of being driven around as slaves.
During those tens of thousands of years, which were so dark that it seemed as if they would never see light, the flesh and blood of the human race was like powder, smeared all over every corner of the continent's mountains and rivers.
Mining, building cities, paving roads, and farming, the more humble and hard the work is, the more concentrated it is on human shoulders.
Stumbling, struggling, and enduring, the entire human group struggles to survive.
Finally, after countless years of accumulation and precipitation, the wise men among humans began to lead the entire human race towards a brighter future. In order to compete with the elves, the human race secretly learned the secrets of magic, and finally surpassed the "teacher"
pace; in order to defeat the barbarians, human beings challenge their own limits, tap the potential of the mind and body, and erupt with a unique aura of human aura.
And when the human race truly mastered the wings of "magic" and "halo", the history of the continent was also rewritten, and a new racial hegemony officially entered the stage of Enroth.
"Aura, in the final analysis, is the embodiment of a warrior's soul. A warrior who does not understand this will never be able to obtain his own spiritual aura." Looking at the fierce battle between Lord Rosser and the one-armed man, Salk
The Viscount glanced at Moriarty and said.
"Yes, Viscount." Although Moriarty is destined to climb the path of magic, he is still grateful for the Viscount's kindness.
"Lord Rosser's 'Guardian of Earth' has begun to collapse. I'm afraid it won't last long." At this time, Hamilton suddenly said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Heim is old after all, and his physical strength will naturally weaken over time." The Viscount nodded in agreement and sighed lightly.
As if to confirm the words of Hamilton and Viscount Salk, Lord Rother's bright yellow halo began to slowly shrink under the one-armed man's seemingly never-ending flaming sword.
The yellow light curtain that had been protecting Rosser from the flames was becoming increasingly thin and fragile, crumbling.
Suddenly, a loud roar was heard from the one-armed man, and the originally red flames on the black sword suddenly shot up to several meters high. Then, under a long-charged whirling slash, Lord Rother's silver lance was struck by
It split apart in an instant. Then, a tornado of fire roared and annihilated Lord Rosser and his horse instantly, as if a hungry fire dragon swallowed its prey alive.
"Father!"
Between life and death, Hart, who no longer cared about the laws of chivalry, immediately rushed forward on horseback. Like his father, the aura of spiritual energy that Hart erupted was also the guardian of earth, but it was not as good as that of Lord Rosser.
So pure and thick.
In the blink of an eye, Hart rushed into the huge blazing flame. Then only a few war horses were heard whining, Hart jumped out of the flames holding Lord Rosser, and the war horses under the two people were directly set on fire.
, became two huge torches.
Looking at Lord Rosser who fell in Hart's arms and seemed to have fainted, the one-armed man surprisingly did not take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill them all. Instead, he just stood there motionless and watched the two opponents retreat.
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the development of the battle situation was completely opposite.
The well-organized noble soldiers, led by knights, constantly divided, cut off, and strangled the thieves in the village. Even at night, which was most conducive to combat, they encountered a heavily armed, well-coordinated, and numerically superior coalition of nobles.
The thieves still had to retreat steadily.
There are also some thieves who, relying on their agility and good fighting prowess, attack the noble soldiers with all their strength, and really cause a lot of casualties to the opponent. However, once they find such a counterattack, other noble soldiers around them will immediately swarm over.
, kill them in a short period of time. Even if this will result in a death blow from the thieves, they will not hesitate.
And some thieves tried to occupy a favorable location and stood guard on a certain house. The noble soldiers would directly set the house on fire and burn it alive.
This is the essential difference between chaotic thieves and well-organized sergeants. Perhaps in small-scale operations, especially special operations such as sneak attacks or assassinations, thieves will have a considerable advantage; but once they are in a large-scale group,
In a head-to-head confrontation, a strictly trained and organized regular army will be the ultimate winner.
However, thieves are not completely in a passive position of being beaten.
In just a few minutes, more than ten noble soldiers were killed by an arrow and crossbow coming from the darkness. Without exception, all of them were shot through the throat and killed on the spot. The only one who was struck by the crossbow was an arrow.
The one who survived the injury was a fifth-level knight. His senses and reactions far surpassed those of low-level warriors, which saved his life, but the terrifying diamond-shaped crossbow still penetrated into his body through the gaps in the knight's armor.
Shoulder, knock him off his horse.
"attack!"
"Watch out for the Godly Crossbowman!"
"charge!"
The remaining three knights on the battlefield were also extremely vigilant under the attack of this elusive arrow and crossbow. However, I am afraid that they will not be able to find the hidden attacker in the chaotic battlefield for a while. The only thing they can do is to command their men.
Soldiers, increase your attack intensity and end the battle as soon as possible.
"Who's next?" Ignoring the thieves behind him, the one-armed man raised the flaming sword in his hand again and said coldly to Viscount Salk and others.
It can be seen that the one-armed man intends to capture the thief and capture the king, and intends to defeat the leader of the noble alliance with one person and force him to retreat. This kind of strategy of one person challenging a hundred is probably only possible in the knight battle within the kingdom.
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Looking at the one-armed man not far in front of him, Viscount Salk raised his chin slightly, looked at him for a moment, then slowly turned his head and said in a deep voice behind him: "Charlie, capture him."
"Yes, Viscount." At the sound of horse hoofs, a tall riding figure slowly emerged from behind the Viscount.
Unlike the previous appearance of Lord Rother's rapid sprint attack, this simple-looking riding figure just controlled the horse steadily and calmly, gradually increasing its speed.
However, during this seemingly unpretentious slow acceleration, a huge long lance shining with dazzling golden light actually appeared from scratch in the hands of the riding shadow, and gradually solidified and took shape, until it finally turned into a weapon.
A heart-wrenching and indestructible golden dragon spear pointed directly at the chest of the one-armed man.
"Is it him!?" Next to Moriarty, Hamilton, who had always been as calm as iron, suddenly called out in a low voice.
