The scene where the cavalry attacked was littered with broken limbs and arms hacked by swords. Weeping and wailing people were rolling around on the ground, and they would die from massive blood loss within a few minutes.
Luke was riding on horseback, looking down at the white-haired old nobleman who fell to the ground. When he led the team to appear, the remaining gang members still gathered to resist due to their survival instinct. Especially this old guy, who used so many techniques to boost morale.
Fight to the end.
Precisely because of the fierce resistance, the fighting on the spot was particularly cruel. Facing a group of defeated troops, Luke led more than 20 guards to charge, but one of his own men was killed and one wounded.
The moment the two sides collided, the nobles' defeated troops fought back angrily. The light of the blade reflected the strength of their courage, and the blood splashed everywhere by the sword. Luke, who was leading the team, was slashed by a knife, which was the gift of this old noble.
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The old noble's white hair was splattered with blood drops, and he collapsed from exhaustion in the fight. Several guardsmen wanted to chop off the head, but Luke stopped him. The latter rode up on his horse and glanced down at his own head.
chest, and then stared at the old nobleman lying on the ground waiting to die.
There was a deep knife mark on Luke's breastplate. If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, the knife would have hit his neck. Battlefield duels are so dangerous, and the attack power far exceeds the defense. No matter how high your combat skills are,
Dare to resist forcefully.
"You are wearing the breastplate of the Longlegs family." The old noble gasped on the ground. He stared at the pattern on Luke's breastplate and sneered, "You bunch of untouchables, you steal other people's breastplates but you don't even have the family crest.
Not erased. If it weren't for this breastplate, I could cut you in half."
Luke looked down again. He was just a ranger from the Black Forest and had never read any noble heraldry. Zhou Qingfeng opened the treasure house of the Longlegs family and he chose this armor with beautiful patterns.
This saved his life.
The old nobleman's sword fell not far away, and a guard picked it up and handed it to Luke. It was an enchanted cavalry sword with a gilt guard and a cold light all over its body. The blade was extremely sharp. Luke was very satisfied after taking it over and prepared to report it.
Keep it for your own use later.
The old nobleman snorted and sneered at this. He took off the scabbard from his waist and threw it on the ground. "You untouchables have never seen such a good knife. This was left by my grandfather, who killed demons back then."
Let me die under this sword, which also means the end of my family. After my death, my soul will not go to the Kingdom of God, nor to the underworld. I will be attached to this sword and watch you guys day and night.
Untouchables, waiting for your destruction."
How much hatred does it take to give up the peace after death, and would rather stay as a sword soul.
Luke didn't care. He only asked with a sneer: "I heard that if the owner of the enchanted weapon voluntarily becomes the soul of the sword, it will become a curse that increases the power of the sword and even has special effects. Are you sure you want this?"
"That's right." The old noble shouted bitterly: "I volunteered to become a sword spirit, just to see how the next battle will develop.
If you kill those stupid northern nobles, I will only applaud you. It is precisely because of the ignorance and greed of those idiots that you have risen.
If you are defeated and die one day, I will bite you back. I will make you restless pariahs taste eternal pain and regret. How about it? Come and bet with me."
The ghosts of grievances are entangled in life and death.
Luke looked very interested, and he continued to ask: "In that case, I think you wouldn't mind telling me who was behind this clumsy raid, right? Gathering five to six hundred troops, this is not an ordinary person
It can be done.”
The old nobleman was silent for a few seconds and whispered: "It's the Dorui Xing family of Dense Fog City. Their patriarch, Johnson Du Ruixing, sent people to find us. We did intend to fight back, so we agreed to join forces."
"When did he find you?"
"Two days ago."
"Where are the others now?"
"I don't know, he ran away with a dozen of his children before you caught up with him. That guy must have discovered something and abandoned us on purpose. I bet they are hiding in the dark now, ready to attack again at any time."
The old nobleman fell to the ground and spoke with certainty. Just a few hundred meters away, the darkness formed by the shadow cloak enveloped the team of the Dorexin family. The secret eye released by the second daughter Anglin monitored the pursuit scene.
Luke's team suddenly burst out of the surging fog and launched a surprise attack without hesitation. More than twenty cavalrymen were divided into three groups, waving their sabers in waves like waves.
There were more fleeing nobles, but the hedgehog group failed to take advantage of their numbers. Although they burst out with the courage and will to fight to survive, several clusters of blood exploded every time they faced a wave of impact.
After three waves of attacks, the fleeing nobles were in chaos. Dozens of them fled in all directions, only to end up being chased and chopped down by cavalry. In the end, the white-haired old noble fell to the ground and was executed with a knife after being questioned.
In the shadows, Johnson and Dorui Xing were embarrassed by this. As the patriarch, he always hoped that his family could prosper. However, after believing in the Dark Sun, there was a series of killings in the family, as if they were raising poison.
The strength of the survivors has increased dramatically, but the family population has dropped significantly.
With more than a dozen family heirs, Johnson felt that he was quite capable. But in the pursuit battle that just ended, Cold Wind City easily sent more than twenty knights to pursue them.
Although the level of these knights is very average, according to Zhou Qingfeng's standards, most of them are below level three. But such a group of people can carry out simple tactical cooperation under the command of veterans, and they are already a team that cannot be underestimated in the North.
Obviously, this is not a team that Zhou Qingfeng cultivated himself, but rather wandering adventurers he recruited. But being able to integrate these adventurers of varying levels is also a skill, at least with extraordinary financial resources.
"Father, should we take action?" asked the eldest son Larry, "We are stronger than them. If we attack by surprise, we can kill at least half of the opponent's men."
In a battle, killing half of the enemy is a complete victory. But as the leader of the clan, Johnson shook his head directly, "Kill half of the enemy, and how many more people do you plan to kill."
The children were silent, naturally no one wanted to die.
"Look at those adventurer knights. We can no longer regard Victor Hugo as an ordinary leader of a group of untouchables. The retreat of the nobles will also reveal our existence. This seduction plan has failed. Let's go."
Seeing his father's retreat, Larry quickly reminded: "But Victor Hugo will attack our city of fog next. Do we want to give up the mission of Dark Sun and return to the city instead?"
This is really a headache.
If you don't return to the city, your home base will be occupied. If you return to the city, Anri will have a bad temper.
Johnson thought about it distressedly, and could only say to his eldest son: "My lord doesn't know what we are doing specifically, so let's arrest Victor Hugo first.
Larry, go to Banshee Castle and ask for help from the Phils family. Just say that we are willing to support Louis Phils to become the king of the North, provided that he must send someone to rescue us.
The rest of the people will return to the city with me first. As long as we hold on to the city, I don’t believe Victor Hugo can do anything to us. After all, he captured the Cold Wind City entirely because the Long-Legs family was stupid. We will not be stupid.
Let him enter the city."
The dozen or so heirs of the family thought about it carefully and realized that what the clan leader said made sense. How could a city siege be so easy to fight? At least, the city of dense fog could draw more than a thousand troops. If it were to drive away the slaves, it would be at least two to three thousand.
Cold Wind City is more than 100 kilometers away from Dense Fog City. How many people can Victor Hugo bring to attack the city? The more people he brings, the greater the cost. As long as the Duo Ruixing family can hold on for a week, they can defeat the gang in the Black Forest.