The wailing weakened and finally came to an abrupt end\/\/ \/\/
Zaire widened his eyes in surprise, and then he couldn't help but rub it... until he was sure that he had read it wrong.
The owner of the leg was indeed a human, and the helmet he wore on his head, the gray burqa, breastplate and chain mail were the standard equipment of the Demon Wolf Legion...
Zaire knew this guy, Barry, who was originally a veteran of the Second Regiment, but during the Empire's battle, the Second Regiment suffered too much loss, and in the end there were only more than three people left, and the number was cancelled and mixed in
The first group is the wolf claw group under Zaire now. This Bali is one of them. His swordsmanship is not very good, but he has always been slick and likes to tell third-rate jokes. It is quite popular...
How could he be here? His leg was broken? And, more importantly, where did the damn elf run?
Escaped?
But that's impossible?
In order to prevent him from struggling during his execution, two strong knights pressed his shoulders and forced him to sit on the ground. In fact, the two knights also looked at the poor guy with a blank look on their faces.
...Their pair still pressed his shoulder hard and turned his arms back, obviously he had never let go of them.
However, the person they pressed was replaced
This is something that only magic can do... So a more reasonable explanation is that the elf is not only an excellent shooting, mercenary, but also a spellcaster who has mastered secret techniques, but this possibility is too slim, even if it is
It is unlikely that any magical instruments he has helped him achieve this.
But another explanation is that there is a spellcaster who directed all this nearby? But that even less realistic knights of wolf claws have completely occupied the top of the city. The spellcasters belonging to this city have been led by the national mages
Let's go, even the city guards were now isolated on a section of the city wall a few feet away, and their weapons had been left behind...
The knights were in an uproar, and they finally noticed that the elf had appeared behind them at some point. He punched a knight attendant, snatched his sword and cut the rope on his feet, and sucked the sword light between them.
The two caught off guard were already wailing to cover their scratched eyes, and then they were kicked down from the top of the city!
Of course, this will not reverse the situation. Although he escaped for the time being, he did not have armor or weapons. He was surrounded by knights and could not escape even if he had wings...
But this bizarre situation was enough to make Zaire feel angry. The group of people around him were tricked like idiots. What's even more hateful is that the dwarf seemed to have been flooded with dragon blood as legendary.
He shouted with excitement!
"Ahhhh... Little guy, why don't you use it early if you have a way to escape! Unlock the uncle first, no, catch that damn commander first! What's the use of you running so far? A jackal who deserves to die
Don’t twist the stinky stones of humans, let the dwarf speak! I…ahhhhhh!”
Fortunately, the dwarf screamed excitedly and quickly turned into a tragic roar. At this moment, the iron hoop on his head was tightened a few more times, and the tightening pain, after his spirit was slightly relaxed.
It becomes even more unbearable..
"What are you idiots doing? Why don't you catch that guy quickly! That's that...wait! Who are you?"
Roaring and commanding the few people around him, Zaire's eyes suddenly tightened
He pulled out his sword with a blink of an eye and shouted to the young soldier responsible for the execution of the dwarf...
If it weren't for the howling of the dwarf, he might not have noticed that the soldier who executed the dwarf had a problem - although the iron hoop didn't last long, the person responsible for operating this torture instrument was specially selected by Zaire.
, because the result of this torture instrument in the description was very cruel, he specially found a slaughtering veteran in the corps to take on this task
Instead of this young and strange guy in front of you
Even though he was wearing a legion's hood, Zaire was sure that he was definitely not his subordinate, or even from any of the Demon Wolf Corps' squadrons - although the helmet blocked half of his face, the pale and pointed
The cut chin was enough to reveal his age, and as long as someone with a little common sense, he could easily see with a little attention. The burqa and chain armor on his body were obviously several sizes larger, and it was not tightened at all, just like
yes……
Yes, it's like peeling it off someone and putting it on.
Qian Ren Chang took a few steps back and instinctively felt that this guy was a little dangerous - he was too close to him!
According to rumors, there is a kind of desperation that will be circulated in the city. They are good at hiding traces and harvesting prey... Just like the legendary hunters, but their prey is not a beast monster, but human life.
This type of killing is also terrible for soldiers. After all, assassination is different from the confrontation between the two armies. The daggers stretched out from the darkness are still difficult to guard against even a sword saint or a great knight, so they are the most popular among the nobles.
The most commonly used force
And this one in front of you may be one of them...
Thinking of this, Zaire couldn't help but secretly glad that if he hadn't been smart and had a good memory, he would probably not have noticed this person's problem for a while, and it might even make him really good.
"Good job... You spy, but you're not a move after all." He sneered, and the knights behind him had already raised the crossbows - these were all captured from those city guards just now
, they are all extremely exquisite heavy crossbows, and the extremely steely crossbow arms can even make users afraid.
However, that person seemed to have no fear at all
He took off his helmet and pulled off his wide armor as relaxed as if he had been a busy day and had just returned to his home.
However, it seems that no one can see his face clearly—the dark and soft robe, which reveals the deepest shadow under the wide armor, even absorbs the arc of the sunset into itself.
The hood drooped from the darkness, revealing only his pale jaw
He pursed his lips, as if he let the shadow outline a set of ups and downs on his pale face and his corresponding expressions
Contempt
The folds of the hood turned slightly, and the knights couldn't help but tighten their bodies. The invisible gaze stayed on each person for only a moment, but it was so cold, like a lion looking at the prey under his claws.
majesty
The strange silence spread like a ripples in the circle surrounded by dozens of people.
But immediately, it was broken by a bigger noise
"I said you bastard... huh? Edward little girl, it turns out it was you? You're back, you know..."
"Shut up!"
The wooden frame on his neck was finally opened, and the dwarf suddenly bounced up like a ball of flesh. The rope tied to his body still tied him up, but it did not prevent him from turning around, yelling, and then being suppressed by a cold drink.
"So you are His Excellency Edward Centre?"
Zaire pulled the corners of his mouth and squinted his eyes at the dark figure. But soon, his panic calmed down a little - although he knew that the other party might be a powerful mage, he was surrounded by dozens of knights.
No matter how powerful a mage is, it is limited after all, right?
Distance is life. This mage of the wizards is widely spread, and even farmers have heard of it. What's more, those who surround this city wall are not the waste peasants and soldiers who are all elites of wolf claws. When they were expeditioning the empire,
It’s not that he has ever competed with those mages. At such a close distance, even a genuine mage may not have time to react, right? What’s more, he is just an apprentice with the title of a mage.
No matter what happens in the future, at least now, I have an absolute advantage
"Who are you?" A cold and hard voice floated from the black robe
"I am Baron Zaire, the leader of the 4th Battalion of the Demon Wolf Knights. Please don't get me wrong. Lord, my behavior is not malicious, but because some scums have been involved in your subordinates, they dare to dare
He assassinated a nobleman in a crazy way, well, so I just want to punish these two people. For your other subordinates, I just worried that they were too excited, so..."
"Oh, you are crazy and assassinating you? How to assassinate? Do you use two people to assassinate one thousand people? Or is your brigade full of deafness, so the two people found an opportunity? Then what? You are now
Have you been killed? So why are you still in a state of ghosts? Are you a dead person?"
The young city lord made it straight and unceremoniously. The irony and contempt in his words made Zaire's face suddenly turn red as if he was slapped on his face. The so-called "Don't do it," and "Don't stop" - there may not be such a common saying in this world.
, But at this moment, what the Demon Wolf Knight thought of was obviously similar
He took a deep breath and was about to spit out a certain word of decisiveness... But the young city lord had raised his head
It was a gloomy gaze hidden under the shadow of the helmet, with a strange silver color - a gleam that could never appear in the pupils of living creatures
When I realized this, the terrible pain immediately cut off the thoughts of thousands of people!
It was like there were countless needles, no, the iron rod was directly stuck into the head from the eyes, and then it stirred the brain matter inside. The terrible pain almost made him feel like he had turned into a ball of mud!
It only lasted for a moment, but it was impossible for anyone to stand as usual in this severe pain
When Zaire regained his consciousness a little, at least half of the people on the entire city had turned into a rolling gourd. They threw away the swords and crossbows, held their heads, rolled on the ground, moaned and
Screams are endless! Even a few who can maintain normalcy are also staggering back, let alone attacking
Unbelievable shock turned the veteran into a wooden sculpture like a clay sculpture.
No wonder he had no feeling about the knights surrounding him, as if they never existed... Because for him, the knight was really just a group of ants in front of him.
A thought flashed in confusion in his mind, Zaire retreated reflexively in panic... or, crawling back - the body of his body, which was once sophisticated and delicate, now seems to be ablated lead blocks.
It was stiff and heavy. He struggled several times but was unable to stand up at all. In a panic, he could only retreat in a mess!
"Well, isn't the assassination you mentioned?"
The young man looked at him and his mouth twitched
I didn't see him doing anything, but the hammer that had originally hit the ground suddenly flew up! It was like being rotated by an invisible giant, drawing half a circle in the air
, hit Zaire's legs heavily!
A bang!
The sound of the impact of metal, the sound of the flesh being crushed and the crisp sound of bones being smashed, mixed into a dull but sharp and weird tone, like a spike piercing into every person who hears this sound
People’s eardrums make them involuntarily inhaling a breath of air conditioning and their hearts are tight and their backs are chilling!
Zaire was stunned. Before the pain could be squeezed out of his lungs, his brain was completely paralyzed. He forced his scream back into his stomach. He struggled like a dying animal.
, rolled his eyes and fainted...
And further afield, the knights were a little dull. They held the weapon tightly, but they didn't dare to charge forward at all... In front of them, the companions fell down and screamed in an unknown way.
The appearance has been deeply engraved into their minds. The legend of the omnipotent mages is turning around in their minds at this time, even if they are facing only one person...
"No...I said, Edward Primary School, is it you who just put this ghost thing on me?"
In this chaos, the dwarf finally found an opportunity to break free from the ropes and chains on his body. He threw away the burden in dissatisfaction, and tried to remove the iron hoop from his head, complaining endlessly: "You know that there is one."
How painful? Why do you have to deal with me like this? And since you have the time to pretend to be theirs, you might as well help us earlier. And since you are the ones you still have to put this thing on me, you know this damn
How painful does the thing hurt? This is my Baroque Night Rain. I changed it to another one. For example, Melianne's little pissed off a long time ago. You know...ahhhhhhhh..."
The complaint turned into a series of screams the next moment. The invisible force twisted the winch and tightened the iron hoop on his head. His two eyes were twice as big as they almost spurted out of his eye sockets.
!
"Who do you think this virtue has been blessed?"
The psychic warlock spoke slowly, but the faint voice was like the cold wind blowing from the fifth level of hell: "It hurts? I don't think it's enough! If you want your pitiful brain to remember the problem, I think you should
It's several times better! Also, you should be glad that these idiots have not caused any irreparable losses, so I can spare you this time, but I'm going to let you be the captain of this city guard.
Those who eat dry food and drink bad wine... Next time, I will cause such a thing because of drinking and making a mistake. Do you believe it or not, I will just snag your brain out?"
The dwarf's body trembled, and even the pain in his head was thrown aside - he intuitively felt that the young man in front of him was a little different from what he remembered. There was no smile on his pale face, but in the shadows.
Below is like a knife cutting, only cold and stiff lines are left...
Make people shudder
Fortunately, at this time, the force twisting the headband flipped and loosened him, so he pulled out the hateful ring on his head, and he didn't even care about losing a few strands of hair.
The psychic warlock turned his gaze to the other side
"As for you... remember me, Melianne, this is my city, but now it is also your city, your home."
With his voice, the dull sound led everyone's eyes to the bottom of the city
It was a pounding sound, like the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground. However, the sound was blooming with a white light and appeared below, behind the wolf claw knights!
Under the city wall, the wolf claws stationed in place didn't know much about what was happening on the city wall, so they could only stare at the light that dissipated among them and the huge rushing out of them.
Shadow—a huge body that exceeded eight feet, but almost six feet in width, the body similar to the giant man was hunched, and the huge head that was almost similar to the strongest horse—but wider,
Even more rough, two thick and sharp curved corners appeared on both sides of the head, and the blood-red eyes and squirting breath made them look extremely crazy
What is more eye-catching than this head, or the two human-like arms of each monster, as well as the axe and wide-blade sword held in front of it,
The knights collapsed almost instantly
Although the number of enemies is only one-thirty of theirs, the power of these ferocious beasts far exceeds the advantage brought by the number... With a wave of their arms, one or two soldiers were torn in half!
The brutal collision was enough to break the bones of several people. The strong tower shield and spear were no different from the bark and grass poles in front of these monsters. They broke, torn, and even couldn't rub the thick layer of the monster's body.
Thick fur! Before the military mages finished reciting the spell, they had already lost their heads inexplicably!
“Yes, this is your home”
Amid the tragic roar, the young, peaceful, and indifferent voice rang out on the city and in the hearts of every Burgundy city's guards: "If you want to stop wandering around in the future, you will be scolded as
The homeless bastard, guard it well for me and show your decisiveness. Your responsibility is to make those who dare to infringe on here pay the price at the first time, even if he pointed it at me with a toothpick.
The city of
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