Nearly three hundred meters away from the stone tomb, Platland Black Sword looked at the dim and shiny overlapping figure at the exit of the tomb, feeling as cold as ice in his heart.
explode.
A large-scale explosion without any warning.
He had never seen such a method of fighting regardless of cost, and he had never seen one person carrying so many explosives.
Let’s forget about the demonic fire bottle carried by the other party.
The price of one piece is more than 200,000 yuan, but it is still expensive but not marketable.
In less than a minute, the opponent's hand felt like it was cramping and he threw out nearly thirty pieces.
The explosive agent worth more than six million gold coins was just thrown out.
The branches are all the effects of top-notch potions, which is equivalent to nearly thirty great wizards of the chaos system carrying out a group attack magic attack on their legion.
No one could react. It seemed that there might be explosions everywhere within a radius of several hundred meters, and there was no way to escape.
No one can ignore this level of harm.
Even the knight in heavy armor was lying on the ground howling miserably.
Corpses and body parts were flying everywhere, almost all the low-level attendants were killed, and most of the pikemen were killed or injured, leaving only a few who were on the verge of the explosion and still had fighting ability.
The proud Crusaders were destroyed by more than half, with less than fifty of the hundred-man Silver Armored Crusaders left, most of them suffering from varying degrees of injuries.
The forty-man knight team is what makes Platland Black Sword feel most distressed. These people are all real feathered knights, at least three-feathered. If they sprint together on the plain, it will be difficult to resist their opponents.
.
At this moment, most of these knights have fallen off their horses and are lying on the ground with their horses. The heavy armor they wear can resist most injuries, but falling off their horses will also cause countless troubles.
If the Knights still had a chance to recover, then the priests and monks who were moving forward to use exorcism methods had no chance of survival.
No priests or monks would wear thick armor. What they wore were just ordinary cloth robes, which had almost no protective ability. Just a piece of shrapnel could kill them.
The only thing that remained basically intact was the team of archers shooting from a distance.
"Why does he have so many demonic fire bottles? Where did this man come from?"
"Is the Casa Kingdom secretly controlling it?"
"It's impossible, it's impossible. The Kingdom of Casa must be behind it, Madiro, don't you think so?"
Platland Black Sword grabbed the big knight's wrist, his face twisted, and his eyes flashed with anger and madness.
"Tell me clearly, who is the archmage we are going to deal with above? Only their top brass can produce so many top-notch demonic fire bottles?"
From the moment he established the Asylum Kingdom, Platland Black Sword knew that one day he would eventually hit a nail that couldn't be chewed, but he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.
The Silver Legion, which took more than ten years of hard work, was directly destroyed by someone using a demonic fire bottle.
Each of these carefully selected soldiers can kill without caring. Not only are they strong, but they also have a strong ability to withstand psychological pressure. They are his weapon to control the madhouse kingdom.
I don’t know how much time and money it will take to restore this kind of structure.
It was unbearable for him to pay such a price, and it was absolutely impossible for him to have such a long time to recover. No one would give him a chance.
The most terrifying thing is that the superiors are disappointed in him and choose new people to replace the old ones.
The king's position may not be guaranteed.
"Your Majesty, if you gamble on the battlefield, you will lose sometimes, right?"
Madiro looked at the king who was a little bit crazy. He couldn't accept this result. The door of the tomb just changed from a barbarian to this guy with the shield of heaven. Others, they even
No shadow was seen.
"This is not a bet. It's because you didn't explain clearly the origins of those people." Pratland Black Sword gritted his teeth and said, "Besides that apostate saint, there are others who have great origins. Why didn't you tell them clearly?
You are harming me, harming me..."
There was a hint of resentment in Platland Black Sword's voice, which even Xu Zhi, who was far away at the top of the stone tomb, could hear clearly.
"If the news leaks out, you will die. Do you really want to know?"
Madiro whispered, his words made Platland Black Sword shudder, and the madness in his eyes seemed to have reduced a lot.
"Even I will be in trouble and have to go back to my country to avoid the limelight. Do you understand, my respected majesty?"
"Clear."
Platland Black Sword pushed down the somewhat ridiculous tiger helmet, and the figure looked a little silent.
"They must have run out of potions. Give them to me. I will kill everyone in the tomb regardless of the cost."
After just a moment, he roared and drew out the long sword at his waist with a clang.
"When you have finished shooting the arrows, drop the long bows in your hands and pick up the spears and swords of your companions. Those who run away and those who retreat will die."
Wielding a long sword, Platland Black Sword bet on his entire elite legion this time.
Looking at the troops in full deployment, Platland Black Sword turned to Madiro.
"Sir Madiro, let me tell you..."
"What?"
There were noisy sounds on the battlefield. Platland Black Sword murmured at the corner of his mouth, and his voice gradually became lower. The knight just wanted to lean in to hear it more clearly, and then a long sword stabbed over and penetrated between his heavy armor.
gap, directly inserted into the neck.
"you……"
Blood froth continued to flow from Madiro's mouth, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he pointed his finger at Platland Black Sword, as if he wanted to get an answer from the other party.
"Now that we don't have the backing of the Knights, you actually dare to threaten me. We are all dogs from the Shannon Kingdom. How much nobler are you than me?"
Platland Black Sword held Madiro's arm firmly with his left hand. In the end, the great knight didn't even pull out his sword. He stared at Platland Black Sword.
"You are not willing to do it, hehe, I am not willing to do it either, but you are the one who forced me to do everything. You forced me to do this, you forced me to do that, and you gave me all the dirty work..."
"Mad dog, you will... not... die... well."
Madiro's voice was intermittent. As Platland Black Sword's long sword stirred in his neck, his eyes bulged. The last trace of his strength disappeared without a trace, and his body collapsed weakly.
"I won't die well, hehe."
Platland Black Sword kicked away Madiro's body and said coldly: "A dead person is not qualified to say this. If I am not the king, I can live well. At least, I will be better than you."
It would be better to die now."
Looking at the sergeant who kept rushing towards the stone tomb, and the occasional explosion sound, there was no mercy in his eyes.
He had other plans in mind, and the elite Silver Legion troops in front of him became worthless in his eyes.
He is a pawn of Xia Nong, and these people in front of him are also his pawns.
When no longer needed, the chess pieces naturally become discarded pieces.
Even if it is just used to consume the opponent's demonic fire bottle, it is still worth it.