In front of the high tower, on the ruin-like land, war horses galloped wildly, their hooves splashing mud. This was a one-on-one charge duel between knights. It was not like a battlefield, but more thrilling than it. Talinnam's heart was in his throat, he knew
Lord Bertol's force, but at the same time, he knew better the power of the Blood Dragon Knights. They are the strongest among vampires. Ordinary vampires are enough to crush humans in terms of speed, strength, and physical fitness, not to mention the Blood Dragon Knights...
He knew that Bertolt was in danger this time. And if Lord Bertolt was defeated, he would be dead soon. These vampires would definitely peel off his skin and drain his blood...
Talinnam could only pray to the goddess of the lake, hoping that such a thing would not happen.
In the flying dust, two knights fiercely rushed past each other. At the moment of galloping, there was only a muffled sound of metal collision. The leader of the Blood Dragon Knight was pierced by a sudden spear and was thrown off his horse. The skeleton
The war horse neighed at the fall of its master, making a horrifying cry.
Bertol turned around on his horse, looking upright. If the Blood Dragon Knight could see the face wrapped in the iron helmet, he would definitely see a proud face, an old face that never gives up. But
Berto knew that all of this was an act of his own. In that blow just now, he relied entirely on luck to knock the opponent off his horse. However, the powerful recoil almost knocked him off his horse, and his arms were slightly numb.
A trace of pain came from his fingers. However, in front of the blood dragon knight who fell to the ground, Berto still maintained full of vitality and confidence. Only when he is strong will the other party be weak. If the other party sees your timidity, this will
The battle is over.
He could have rushed over and crushed the Blood Knight. But Knight Glory told him that he must wait for his opponent to get up before giving him a glorious way to die. Soon, the Blood Dragon Knight who fell to the ground got up, and, without any surprise,
He was not seriously injured. Except for the blood-red armor being a little worn, his body looked the same.
He stood up and pulled out the black-red sword. Berto was surprised that this weapon was so evil that no light could illuminate it. It seemed to come from hell, absorbing all the brilliance of the world.
"Come, knight. Let me see the bravery of the Knights of Bastonia."
The bravery of the past... This was undoubtedly a mocking remark. Bertto gritted his teeth, clamped his horse, and charged again.
The ground shook in front of his eyes, and the figure of the Blood Knight was getting closer and closer. Bertol tightened his grip on the reins and leveled his spear. He wanted to give his opponent a fatal blow and pierce his heart with the tip of the spear!
But this time, the balance of luck no longer favored the human knight. The moment Bertolt rushed towards the Blood Dragon Knight, he saw the black-red sword swinging out a terrifying arc in mid-air. In an instant,
A red light flashed in front of Bertot, and his vision went dark. The next moment, the war horse's neck was chopped off alive!
And Berto, who was on horseback, was even more powerless to parry. He was thrown off the headless horse. It was like a piece of old rusty iron rolling and colliding on the hard ground. He stumbled and flew for more than ten meters before stopping.
.
Ah...ah...
Berto groaned in pain. He felt that his bones were about to be broken. He had many bruises all over his body and the wounds were in burning pain. The most important thing was that the elf war horse Yinfeng, who had been with him for many years, was brutally beheaded.
Got it!
And the executioner who killed him was still there taunting him.
"Get up, knight. I will not take advantage of others. You give me a chance to get up, and I will give it to you now. It has been a long time since I met an opponent like you. Fight for glory, knight."
"You don't deserve the glory!"
Berto spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed loudly.
He pulled out his long sword and rushed forward with long strides, the armor on his body trembling and scraping.
The blood dragon knight stood there, just tilting his head. He held the sword in both hands and blocked the human knight when he rushed up. The two heavy swords collided and squeezed together in mid-air.
Berto gritted his teeth and applied force. But soon, he realized that he was overestimating his ability to compete with this vampire.
When his opponent was easily blocking, Bertolt deflected the blade and pretended to attack the lower part of the Blood Knight with the tip of the sword. The Blood Knight held the sword in both hands and defended passively. For a moment, Bertolt flipped his wrist and suddenly turned around when the sword was about to stab.
The end of the handle hit the Blood Knight hard on the cheek.
The Blood Dragon Knight was caught off guard by the sudden attack, and a bloody dent was made on his ugly face. Thick blood flowed out.
Bertol took advantage of the situation and launched a fierce attack, reversed the heavy sword, and launched a fatal blow from above. This blow was done with all his strength, and the sword blade sliced through the air, making a loud whirring sound.
However, just when the tip of the sword was about to cut open the vampire's head, the Blood Dragon Knight raised his left hand and blocked the fierce blow with his arm wearing a wrist guard.
The sword blade hit the steel wrist guard, making a crisp metallic impact sound. At the same time, the reaction force from the sword made Berto despair. The Blood Dragon Knight in front of him was so powerful. In the past, he had launched a fatal blow
, enough to cut through the skin and flesh of beasts and cut off bones. Even the armor of soldiers is not a problem. Now, this blow with all its strength was blocked so easily by the opponent.
However, he could not give up. For the sake of glory, his territory and his people, he had to keep fighting, no matter how powerful his opponent was. In shock, Bertol took advantage of the situation and leaned forward, hitting the Blood Dragon Knight again with his shoulder pads.
For a moment, the Blood Dragon Knight was indeed pressed and beaten, and he retreated repeatedly. It was not because of lack of strength and speed, but because this human knight did not follow the routine at all. His attacks were smooth and smooth, and any part of his body could be hit.
Used as a weapon, the two-handed heavy sword is as flexible as a one-handed sword in his hands.
Holy Grail Knight? No, he is not! But his fighting skills and courage are completely comparable to the Bretonnian Holy Grail Knight. The Blood Dragon Knight is confused, but he has no time to think too much. At the moment, he must focus on fighting. Such an opponent makes him
feel excited.
"You are very brave, knight. But it is a pity that you met me..."
The Blood Dragon Knight said.
He suddenly launched a counterattack, and when Bertolt's heavy sword thrust down, a sword blocked his face. They wrestled again, and veins bulged in their muscles due to the exertion.
But this time, the Blood Dragon Knight didn't give the old knight more time to think. Before Berto could pull away, the Blood Dragon Knight roared and pushed him away.
Berto stumbled backwards, and before he could stand still, the blood-red figure was approaching again. Only a red light flashed, and Berto's eyes became dark again, and he flew away cruelly.
.The helmet fell aside.
"stand up!"
The blood knight shouted.
Bertot's eyes were blood red, his eyes were swollen, the corners of his eyes were broken and bleeding, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and the bridge of his nose seemed to have been severely injured. In the face of the unparalleled power of vampires, any human efforts would be in vain.
It's all in vain. But, even so, he still has to fight and keep fighting!
"For the glory of the Lady of the Lake!"
Shouting slogans, Berto grabbed his sword and charged out.
"Your gods have abandoned you..."
The blood knight mocked contemptuously.
He held the heavy sword with one hand, just like when the human knight dealt with him just now, but the two-handed sword seemed lighter and more flexible in his hands...