"If you see it there, put it directly there and clean them up."
Prescott said, pointing to the densest part of the crowd.
Ian was stunned: "There are our people there too, are you crazy?"
Prescott casually killed an enemy and said loudly: "The people who besieged them are all knights and attendants with fighting spirit to protect their bodies. Your sword can only seriously damage the enemies on the periphery. Don't compare them with the noobs you just met."
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Ian's face turned red when he heard this, and he retorted loudly: "My sword can directly break the fourth-level protective spell, are you sure?"
"Damn it, hurry up. There are the most enemies there. If you don't take action, all of our people will die. We are all going to die anyway. It doesn't matter whose hands we die in. We can still hold back."
Prescott cursed.
The place he pointed to had at least two hundred soldiers gathered together, most of them from the enemy legion. The men from Cronin's legion were at an absolute disadvantage here.
Therefore, Ian no longer hesitated after hearing this.
Draw the sword, return the sword,
Draw the sword, return the sword.
Two consecutive half-moon-shaped sword energy flew toward the crowd, crossing each other one after the other, like the scythe of the god of death about to harvest life.
But these people are indeed elites who have experienced hundreds of battles. When they feel the danger approaching, even if they don't know where the source of the danger is, the fighting spirit in their bodies has been aroused, and they use heavy and sturdy cowhide iron shields to block them behind them.
Even those soldiers who have no fighting spirit know to stay close to the non-commissioned officers to avoid danger.
The sword energy of All Souls Together Slash was invincible last time, but this time the two sword energy only flew 20 yards before dissipating.
The outermost soldier hid behind the big shield and remained motionless. The soldiers further away, both friend and foe, were frightened. They quickly lay on the ground without caring about anything. They waited until the sword energy dissipated before jumping up and looking around in confusion.
It's like he has lost his soul.
bite,
Someone's swords accidentally touched each other. It was like a burning fuse or a switch. The small sound made the small group that had stopped immediately fall into fighting again.
Prescott was a little disappointed. He thought that even if Ian's magic items could not kill those knights and attendants, they could at least cause some damage. But now...
Suddenly, the shields in that row and the upper bodies of the soldiers behind them fell to the ground. Their internal organs and blood were sprayed far away, and their lower bodies immediately fell to the ground in the other direction.
clatter!
This small movement is nothing on such a vast battlefield, but it seems to have a mysterious power, making everyone look here in unison, and then look at the crowd surrounded by knights.
The depressed Ian couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.
"There is a wizard!"
"Fuck, how can there be a wizard?"
The soldiers were shocked by the sudden magic. Yes, they were sure that this was magic. The knight's sword energy could not cause such damage, otherwise Julian would have destroyed the surrounding people when he was fighting with another lord knight.
Everyone was killed.
"Kill the damn wizard!"
The enemy legion commander said angrily, and immediately slashed Julian open with a sword, then rode his horse towards Ian.
The knights surrounding him also followed him and surged over like a turbulent wave.
The wizard dares to go to such a battlefield. If I don't kill him, I would be sorry for the good opportunity God has given me.
"Kill him!"
The guard officer of the enemy's regiment commander stood under the military flag, blew the brass whistle, and issued a flag saying: Kill all those in that direction.
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enemy.
So the direction of the entire army's attack changed.
Julian immediately followed suit and angrily mobilized his troops to resist the attack.
"Scott!" Julian shouted as he used his fighting spirit.
Only then did Prescott realize that he had stung a hornet's nest and asked someone to pick up Ian on his back and run back like crazy.
"Go, go, go!"
"Don't stop, take him out of the battlefield, you guys leave quickly, Dorn and I are cut off from the rear!"
Prescott did not respond to Julian, but he and Dorn suddenly unfolded their vindictive gauze and began killing crazily in the crowd, showing by their actions that they had received the order.
"Be careful!"
The moment Ian was carried on his back, he threw the Step to God to him.
"If you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, just shout 'Steel Wings' and they will take you away."
When Prescott heard this, he immediately inserted his sword back, nodded happily and rushed towards the enemy.
Then the five knights fled with their lives carrying Ian on their backs.
There was no way, the other side's lord knights were all rushing here. Although Julian was also pestering the other side, Ian did not want to stay within their fighting range.
If a knight is determined to escape, even if he only has two legs left, he will definitely run faster than ordinary people.
Ian was being carried by a knight and fled madly behind him. Behind him was an endless number of soldiers chasing him. Even the enemy's legion commander did not care at all about the danger of the team being disconnected, and led his guards to charge towards him.
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After the battlefield law enforcement officer of the opposing legion issued a semaphore, the battle between the two legions on their side began to become strange.
Just like the beans that were originally lying flat on the ground and rolling around, were suddenly pinched by an invisible giant hand, and the two legions next to each other suddenly had a large area of empty front.
Clapham and the others were supervising the battle at the rear of the battlefield. They couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this scene. It took a moment of mental strength to realize what was going on.
"He's very capable of fighting!"
Clapham didn't pay attention to Ian's previous behavior, but she noticed that the opponent was at the forefront at the moment, only about 100 yards away from the opponent's regiment commander. He was the cause of the change.
Putting aside the strength of this guy, he is very courageous. If the two of them had not already had hatred, Clapham would probably find a way to cultivate each other.
Capas only thought that this was Clapham's compliment to Ian, but in fact she was very satisfied with it, because Capas had always believed that the brave is the strong.
Compared to Marcus, who has retreated safely to the rear of the Crystal Legion, Ian's performance is indeed much better and much more desperate.
"That sword, is that the sword?"
Clapham noticed the ladder in Prescott's hand, which exuded unparalleled light energy with every move.
As a mentor-level wizard, she also recognized the origin of the sword at a glance.
"It's that person who has reached the level of godhood!"
Clapham looked at Capas with surprise, "Did you know this early on?"
That person is none other than the sword of Euphemia Ulysses, the King of Angels, the projection of the divine weapon that ascended to the level of God.
"Well, it's said to be a second-level peak magic artifact. I don't know where he got it from." Capas lied with the same expression without blushing.
Except for her and Hercules, no one in the entire monastery knew that it was actually Ian.
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talent.
"Can this imitation handle against the Lord Knight?"
Clapham's face was full of disbelief. Although the light energy contained in the Ascension to the Gods was pure and abundant, as if it would never be in short supply, it would be too fanciful to think that the Lord Knight could be killed instantly with such a burst of energy.
Besides, Ascension to the Gods is that person’s sword, and its status symbolism is greater than its actual function. How could it be so powerful?
Hearing her words, Capas knew that Clapham was suspicious of Ian. After thinking about it, she said: "Do you know Roger?"
"What does it have to do with Roger?" Clapham was stunned. She naturally knew about this divine envoy, and the two had secretly fought each other.
"Ian almost died in Appleton to protect Shirley, so Roger owed him a favor. Later, when Ian awakened his talent, he gave him some things, and I guess this sword was one of them.
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"Really?" Clapham's face was full of disbelief.
"It's not difficult to find out. Why are you lying to me?"
Capas tilted his head and said nonchalantly.
At this time, we saw that the situation on the battlefield had changed again.
The enemy legion's men somehow entangled Julian Channing, and Prescott, who stayed behind, had to face the enemy's lord knight head-on.
You must know that although Prescott and Dorn are both high-level knights, and their fighting spirit has been improving over the years, but back then Earl Hyde could kick him away for more than ten yards with a casual kick, and now he is facing another lord.
The Cavaliers will most likely not be much better.
"This boy is going to die," said Clapham.
Prescott is one of the rare geniuses in Sentinel's Sorrow. He broke through to the rank of senior knight at the age of 19. Now ten years later, he is just a step away from being a lord knight.
But there are many things that most people can't get past.
Upon hearing this, Capas just replied coldly: "This is his fate!"
"This kid should be the leader of the new generation. If he died like this, would you hate Ian?" Clapham suddenly smiled, "If it weren't for him, that team wouldn't have encountered such danger.
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At this time, Marcus's choice seemed much wiser.
A flash of anger flashed in Capas's eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was towards the ill-intentioned Clapham or towards Ian.
Then there was no more conversation.
In the battlefield, Prescott blocked the torrent with the power of his magic weapon and was firmly nailed in place like a rock until the lord knight rode up alone.
"Donne, run quickly!"
Prescott roared, and when he raised his eyes, the opponent's spear had already stabbed him.
"Asshole, that kid Ian can't even deserter, do you think I can?" Dorn stood side by side with him, already bloody.
"Are you sure?"
Prescott jumped and slashed, using the inertia of his fall to barely parry the opponent's casual blow.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Donne cursed and jumped away at the same time.
The lord knight rode past the two of them and was about to chase Ian Prescott. If he was willing to let him get his way, he immediately dived towards Dorn, and the other party also understood very well. He immediately raised his arms and waited for Prescott.
When Scott stepped on it, he pushed forward hard.
Prescott flew out in an instant, and the azure fighting energy condensed on the stairs to ascend to the gods, like a dyed popsicle, stabbing towards the lord knight with a little chill.