"Death!" Great Knight Alger was not without temper. This was the most frustrating battle he had ever fought.
He has seen many people with superb archery skills. One arrow can pierce a tree, kill two eagles with one arrow, and seal a throat with one arrow. This is a common thing for every knight-level archer who knows his own power group well.
Even though he doesn't use arrows very much, it is not difficult to pierce a poplar with a hundred steps.
The young hunter's archery skills can only be said to be above average, still at the technical level, far from reaching the level of power control.
But the other party's grasp of the timing was extremely good. It was an incredible state. Every step he took seemed to be unable to escape the other party's expectations.
At first it was you attacking and me defending, but before I knew it, I was brought into the opponent's rhythm - I was like a puppet on strings, being pulled away by the opponent's arrows.
The last time such a situation occurred was ten years ago when he was facing off against his father.
At that time, I had just entered the knight level, and my father was a senior knight who had experienced hundreds of battles.
There is an extremely huge power gap between the two, so it is normal for such a situation to occur.
The current situation is exactly the opposite. A hunter who has not even reached the knight level actually brings a great knight into the rhythm. Even with the premise of guarding Bartley, this is an incredible thing. If it is said that
When you go out, while the other party will become famous, you are afraid that your own face will fall into the mire and will never be able to be washed away.
The best way to deal with this situation is to kill this young hunter.
Alger himself didn't realize that there was a kind of original sin called jealousy growing in his heart. Regardless of the other party's almost uncanny ability to predict enemies, the archery skills he had just displayed were enough to make the other party proud.
That's right, the opponent's archery skills can only be rated as average or above in his eyes. That means that among all the archers he has seen, including those great knights, if they are placed in the same level, they can already be ranked among the top ranks.
If you add the other party's age, the other party can already be regarded as a genius.
If the other party is a Byronian, Ajer will be happy to hear about it and try his best to keep him by his side and teach him personally. Even if the other party is not willing, he will happily help the other party find a more suitable teacher, but the other party is a
Andis mountain people, the sooner such people die, the better.
For a great knight, there is not much difference whether he has a horse or not, because his speed in a short-distance charge is not much inferior to that of a war horse. The only thing missing may be the terrifying impact brought by the charge of a war horse.
However, charging on foot is more flexible than charging on horseback. The dense trees have little effect on his speed, and some even become his borrowing points, keeping his speed at its peak.
"Idiot, you've been fooled." Sean, who was running away in embarrassment, suddenly turned around, and a red light came out of his hand. Ajer could clearly feel the extremely compressed heat even from a distance of more than ten meters.
"Wizard! I should have thought of it earlier." The great knight Alger suddenly changed his face. He didn't know it was because of Sean's identity as a warlock, but he also hid his back trick, and he fell into the trap again.
At the level of a great knight, the reaction speed of the body even exceeds the reaction speed of the brain. The body suddenly changed direction, ran for more than ten meters, and struck with a sword.
boom!
There was a loud bang.
The great knight was directly knocked back seven or eight meters. What he hit was not an arrow, but a ball of extremely condensed energy.
"Ah!" "Ah!"
Two screams came from the other side. The knight's scalp went numb on the spot and his hair stood on end, because one of the two screams belonged to Bartley.
Turning his head and looking back, Alger not only stood up, but also the hairs on his body. What he was most worried about happened, and he found that he had fallen into the scheme again.
This kind of arrow that contains energy will not have a normal arrow trajectory at all. The first arrow was caused by the opponent deliberately slowing down the arrow speed to allow himself to chop it, and using the explosion shock wave to create a defensive gap.
Then two more arrows were fired, both of which were flaming arrows, targeting Benson and Bartley respectively. This time the opponent did not hold back. With a flash of red light, the flaming arrows appeared in front of the two young nobles.
At this critical moment, the two young aristocratic lords had to decide on their life-saving standards. Bartley had no time to react from the beginning to the end, while Benson held up a round shield he found from nowhere.
The whole person shrank into a ball and huddled behind.
But the result was a bit unexpected. The unlearned Bartley was still alive, holding one of his thighs and wailing in pain.
Benson, on the other hand, didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The shock wave from the explosion of the flaming arrow could send even the knight flying with all his strength for several meters, not to mention his thin stature. He didn't even have a formal defensive posture. His buckler was on the spot.
It exploded to pieces.
Benson was shot away and rolled down the steep slope. Now he can no longer hear any movement.
The reason for this result was that Sean didn't want to kill them at all, especially Bartley.
The living ones are more useful than the dead ones, especially the half-dead ones. They are the reins around the neck of the great knight Alger. As long as they do not die, the great knight will not be able to let go of his hands and feet and attack with all his strength.
It would be terrible if both of them died. The great knight who shoulders the responsibility of guarding would go completely crazy and pursue him desperately without stopping.
After three arrows were shot.
Sean didn't even look at the final result. He just kept running with his head down. Now it was not about playing tricks, but about actually escaping. If his tactics succeeded, that would be the best. If they failed, he would have to win more for himself.
Escape time.
Even if Sean was quite confident in his ability to escape, when he faced a great knight, he would inevitably feel weak in his heart.
As for those Andis mountain people, Sean could no longer care. He had done everything he could. In the end, he even risked his own life. He had seriously injured the opponent's key figures and killed the terrifying humanoid monster.
Trapped in place, the rest is up to fate.
This is not an exaggerated adjective. Sean was indeed betting on his life just now, on the loyalty of the great knight to the young noble, and on the sense of responsibility of the great knight.
If the great knight's character was slightly worse and he gave up rescuing him, but instead attacked him with all his strength, even if Bartley died, Sean would also be buried with him.
Sean has always hated this kind of thing, placing his life and death on the thoughts of others.
Facing the cunning hunter's getting further and further away, the great knight Alger could only roar angrily. Injuring the person he was protecting would be a dereliction of duty. If he were to die, it would be an unforgivable crime. Even if
If the Phelan family does not hold themselves accountable, their reputation will be tarnished, and the only option is self-exile.
Although Bartley lost a leg, his life was not in danger for a while. The highly concentrated heat of the flaming arrows directly scorched the wound on his broken leg, so there was no need to worry about heavy bleeding.
After confirming this, Ajer directly knocked out Bartley, who was howling miserably and cursing crazily. Then he held him in one hand and held a sword in the other, and began to kill wildly.
Even so, there is still no one-in-one enemy for him among the Andis mountain people.
There is no way to describe his swordsmanship.
The whole process is that he walks through, draws his sword, and kills.
Every time, the most basic swordsmanship techniques of chopping, thrusting, and upward are used. These are things that every swordsmanship apprentice will learn after they get started.
If you are forced to find an adjective, just use one word.
Not only was the speed of drawing the sword fast enough, but the distance traveled by the sword technique was also short enough. He had just raised the weapon in someone else's hand, and he had already started to put the sword away.
When there is enough strength, speed and reaction as support, the exuberant moves are useless. This kind of straightforward swordsmanship is the most lethal and the most energy-saving. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, it can kill people.
Just good swordsmanship, this is what is called returning to nature.
If we put this sharp scene in an environment where blood is boiling and fighting is soaring into the sky.
What is art?
This is called art.
An art of killing.
Under this unstoppable swordsmanship, even the brave Andis mountain people who were not afraid of death were quickly killed and frightened.
It is true that they are fearless, but the premise is that their death must be worthwhile. If they face a one-sided massacre, they will become very precious about their lives and cannot do anything when they see it. The remaining Andis mountain people shouted sadly,
They retreated into the mountains and forests one after another.
The retreat under this situation, even if the Andis mountain people generally had the upper hand, was not orderly. Not to mention the wounded on the ground, even those who were a little slower to react were forced to stay in place.
, caught in a tight siege.
Fortunately, the entire slave hunting team was blinded and frightened. Not to mention that they didn't react immediately, even if they did, they had no desire to pursue.
At this time, the limitations of the great knights are revealed. Their powerful force can be used as a small army at certain times, but most of the time, they can only defeat them, but cannot annihilate them all.
The scene after that became a bit bloody. Whether they were voluntarily or forced to stay in the Andis mountain people, they faced a one-sided massacre. The surviving hunting soldiers used their most cruel and bloody methods to deal with them.
Used to vent the great fear of being close to death.
"Go away." The great knight Ajer kicked away a slave-hunting soldier who was addicted to playing Lingchi, and looked around coldly, "You can kill them, but you cannot torture them. It is inappropriate to vent your fear in this way.
The actions of an incompetent coward, only by facing your own fears can you be called a warrior.”
"Who do you think you are? I will kill you..." The slave hunter soldier who was kicked away obviously did not recognize Ajer.
This is not surprising, not to mention that the people brought by Benson did not know him, even the people brought by Bartley, only a few people knew his identity. From the beginning to the end, he just followed Bartley and acted as a
A taciturn guard.
If Bartley had not been targeted by Sean and forced to take action, even if the entire slave hunting team was wiped out, as long as Bartley's safety was not threatened, he would not have blinked an eye.
For a great knight to appear in the slave-hunting team is a very derogatory thing.
Even if you are a poor person from the lowest level, as long as you have great and practical strength, no matter which noble lord you go to, they will treat you with courtesy. If you are willing to serve for them, you will get a knight's fiefdom, a manor, and a title of lord.
You can't run away completely. When you go to the battlefield, you are at least the first level of the Hundred Guards Commander.