PS: Someone seems to say that the bosses in Saints are all aliens that can’t be killed? So I’ll go with a real alien-level monster this time (manual squinting)
PS2: Continue to ask for votes (there are 4,000 words)
PS3: Fixed a bug, I made a mistake between the military military officer and the military military officer before... It should be the military military officer, that is, the military police force.
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Geor gritted his teeth, stepped on the city wall, and jumped on top of the troll's head. With a flash of light from his unsheathed sword, the green-skinned monster more than ten meters tall let out a roar, and a huge crack was torn open in the muscles on his shoulders.
Green blood spurted out from the gash, but the wound quickly closed and stopped the bleeding.
The troll swung his arms and slapped Georg off his head, then roared angrily, waved his arms, and slammed into the city gate that was about to close in front of him.
Under the heavy blow like a battering ram, the huge solid wooden city gate simply held on for a few seconds. The bearing of the gate suddenly burst. The giant gate that came off its axis bounced twice on the flat ground, and finally broke into pieces.
A few pieces were pressed onto the carriage in front of the door.
Without closing it, the reinforcement array engraved on the city gate is like waste and has no effect at all.
Geor hung on the troll's back with one hand. He pulled the smelly crotch cloth around the troll's waist, propped up his body, and gave the troll's back a hard blow.
The task that Feldnan originally gave him was to work with three other recent elected officials to send a certain Princess Longge to the Duke's Mansion for house arrest. However, when he came back to report to Feldnan, he suddenly
Encountered a scene where this troll blew away the airship in the sky and fell into the civilian area of the city.
Seeing this, Geor immediately rushed forward, wanting to kill the troll, but looking at the wounds that were healing at a rapid pace in the "hissing" steam in front of him, he felt extremely helpless.
He is not a mage, but a knight and swordsman. The sword in his hand, which is less than 1 meter long, can only attack limited places and has limited destructive power. Even if it is pierced through the heart or cut off the head, it can continue to divide and grow.
, compared to a troll that is more powerful than a cockroach, it has almost no effect.
In order to prevent it from causing more damage in the city, Georg had no choice but to drive it towards the outside of the city. Not sure if it was Georg's illusion, but he always felt that the troll came to him without any effort.
In the desired direction, we rushed toward the Soldiers Cemetery hills in the western suburbs.
The dangerous cliffs outside the West City Gate of Bai Qiangwei are towering. The wide moat is dozens of meters wide and more than a hundred meters deep. Except for a narrow stone bridge more than ten meters wide leading to the opposite side of the gate, there is no other passage at all.
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"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Like a knight riding an out-of-control dragon, Georg tried his best to warn the people on the stone bridge, but when the travelers on the stone bridge saw the troll rushing out of the city gate,
In a moment, it was already too late.
The troll just jumped to the middle of the stone bridge. It leaned down and waved its arms casually——
"Ah!" Amidst people's screams one after another, the stone guardrail of the stone bridge was easily smashed to pieces, and blood like ketchup was smeared on the ground. The crowd was swept off the stone bridge like fallen leaves.
A four-wheeled carriage loaded with cargo was swatted away by the troll as easily as pebbles. The four horses pulling it neighed in unison, and were dragged down into the abyss along with the cargo.
The coachman jumped out of the carriage at the critical moment, and before he had time to rejoice, he was paralyzed to the ground by the troll in front of him.
"Strange...monster!" The coachman sat down on the ground, crying with despair on his face, kicking his legs randomly, trying to stay away from the green-skinned monster as much as possible, and his crotch was stained with water all the way.
The troll leaned down and stared at the coachman with its inverted yellow eyes -
"...ты...не...Evan Ian..."
Standing up again, the troll trampled the coachman into mincemeat. He looked at the group of people on the hill in the distance and received another instruction in its simple brain -
"Evan Ian...there!"
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"The trolls from the Orc Kingdom of Lorraine, opposite the Western Desert, have the blood of ancient giants. They are more than ten meters tall and have incredible high-speed regeneration capabilities. Even if their heads are cut off, they can split and regenerate into two. Faced with this
As an enemy, what will Sir Ivan choose to do?"
Eret tosses the piccolo in his hand happily. This is a short silent whistle used by orcs to control trolls. His father bought it from an orc noble in exchange for ten Splittooth dragons. It has been used for a long time.
The trained trolls will turn into terrifying killing machines on the battlefield. Even the middle-level knights of truth cannot kill more efficiently than them. It is a pity that those stupid Nanling nobles used them here, regardless of the attack.
If you don't succeed in killing it, you are destined to not be able to recover it.
But after all, he is just a businessman. He cannot and does not want to influence how customers spend money to buy goods and plan to use them.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Eret stood in the crowd under the rostrum, looking at the young man wearing a black New Model Army uniform and a mask with great excitement, without realizing at all that even he
He was blocked by the troll on the cliff surrounded by mountains on three sides. He clutched his chest tightly, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, "Come on! Sir Ivan Ian! Let me see
How are you going to deal with this troll! Ah~ I’m really looking forward to it!”
As a middleman, Eret did not know the full extent of the plans of the Nanling conspirators, but he was very clear that as long as Duke Feldnan of the Silver Rose and his loyal Black Rose close selectmen were there, then with just this one
It is absolutely impossible for a stupid troll to hurt his beloved Lord Yi Wenyan.
But even so, he still had a vague hunch——
Things don't end that simply.
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Just as Eret predicted, before the troll approached the Soldiers Cemetery, it was surrounded by knights from the close company in the open space under the hills.
There are not many Black Rose officials who have returned with Feldnan recently. Those present to maintain order are mostly swordsmen from White Crow and Bauhinia. They are even worse than Georg, who is at the beginning of the truth.
The demon held on tightly, but could not completely kill it.
"This is how the whole thing happened." Looking embarrassed and even his uniform was scratched in many places, Georg knelt in front of Feldnan and begged the two of them, "My lord, and Master Yiwen,
It's very dangerous here, please evacuate to a safe place."
"If there were cannons, things would be simple." Yi Wenyan murmured. He frowned and looked at the green-skinned troll a few hundred meters away under the hill. This monster was 13 meters tall and had a strong body.
He is tall and built like a bodybuilder from his previous life. Under his green skin, there are only muscles, and not a trace of fat is visible.
The six Black Rose Selectmen who came to the cemetery had all surrounded it. Together with the other two figures, one white and one purple, they launched an extremely fast and fierce attack on the troll.
With their sharp skills and extraordinary nerve reflexes, they are simply not something that the slow troll can catch. Every time the green monster roars, he stretches out his huge palms and tries to stand up on the ground. The tendons in his legs,
Or the joints of the arms would immediately bloom with green blood flowers, and then the huge body would fall heavily to the ground again.
Yi Wenyan also saw that with the deep wounds cut by the recent officials, the troll's blood splashed like spring water. Wherever the green blood splashed, several lines of green appeared on the grass.
The poisonous smoke hissed and soon turned yellow and black.
The troll's left eyeball was cut open accurately by a Black Rose close selector at the right time. The monster covered its eyes and roared to the sky. Another close selector took the opportunity to slit a set of five-tube fireball scrolls.
The blasting tube was thrown into its upturned bloody mouth. In the next moment, with a huge explosion, the troll suddenly leaned back, its throat was completely opened, and pieces of broken flesh and flesh and mandibles splashed out.
Ten meters away, the scene was extremely bloody.
But even with such a terrifying attack, the troll just covered his face and allowed the knights to attack for a while before letting go of his hand again——
What made everyone present take a breath was that in less than 10 minutes, the troll's jaw and eyes had completed regeneration——
"I'll go...compared to the corpse demon and the alchemist, this guy is the real alien!" Yi Wenyan resisted the urge to cover his face. He couldn't sit still. He gave the order loudly: "Musket
Where is the team! The volley formation is ready! I want to see how many times it can regenerate!"
As a warrior who has personally fought against trolls, Geor expressed a different opinion on Yiwen Ian's order: "Master Ian, its skin and body are covered with heavy earth elements. If it is just a musket,
If it's powerful, it can probably only break through its skin."
"What the hell is this?!" Yi Wenyan almost yelled, but he suppressed it, his face was hidden under the mask, and no one was aware of this subtle psychological change.
"Hmph..." At this moment, Fernandan, who had been watching silently, finally couldn't help but speak out. He snorted coldly and issued an order to the knight kneeling in front of him, "Georg
,Give me your sword."
Georg seemed to be stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the long sword from his waist, held it in both hands, and handed it to Feldnan.
However, when the long sword was raised halfway, Yi Wenyan held it down: "Father, you should let Georg take back his long sword and his pride. Such a loyal and brave knight does not deserve this."
Humiliation."
Yi Wenyan took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket: "You are just a stupid monster like an ant. I will take your place for you, my father -"
"Take it away."
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Yi Wenyan walked down the towering rostrum and walked quietly through the crowd that was divided into two halves. Some of them were newly promoted non-commissioned officers of the New Model Army, some were small nobles who came to watch, and some
They were the families of the martyrs who had been notified in advance, but at this moment they were all blocked in the cemetery by the trolls, watching with fear the extraordinary battlefield between the elected officials and the trolls outside.
But looking at Yiwen Ian walking past them, their eyes were not only filled with hope, but they were also full of doubts——
Indeed, they very much hope that this legendary little duke can solve this monster, but they never remember that besides being a genius in managing the territory and handling military affairs, Yiwen Ian is also outstanding.
combat talent.
After all, no one is perfect. When the people of the territory have become accustomed to accepting the all-powerful side of Ivan Ian, they subconsciously begin to think that the young Duke Sir Ivan Ian, who has never shown anyone in combat, is as good as him.
His father is different. Like his grandfather, he is just an ordinary weakling not worth mentioning.
This is probably a prejudice caused by a mixture of inferiority complex and jealousy.
Emerson suddenly realized.
He thought so before, but when he looked at the military rank on the shoulder of the masked young man in front of him and the Military Military Officer logo on his hat, he suddenly remembered something——
The current highest military rank of the New Model Army is lieutenant general, but why did Sir Ivan Ian, who single-handedly established the entire military system of the New Model Army, only give himself the rank of lieutenant colonel?
If he wanted to, he could even have made himself a general (the highest military rank Emerson knew). So why did Sir Ivan only give himself the rank of lieutenant colonel in the end?
Emerson was so excited by the possibility in his mind that he couldn't help but shout out——
"Lieutenant Colonel Ian! Show it some power!"
When Yi Wenyan heard this unfamiliar call from the crowd, he turned his head and looked with some surprise, but only saw a brown-haired and brown-eyed sergeant waving his hands to him.
Inspired by Emerson's call, the crowd gradually began to shout one after another——
"Master Ian! I am your fan!"
"Sir Ian! Give me your autograph!"
"Young lord! Kill it! Just like you kill those bullshit nobles!"
"Master Yiwen! We support you! And, thank you!"
Yi Wenyan did not answer, but quietly passed through the shouting crowd and stood on the open grass between the crowd and the troll.
He could feel the hope and desire that people placed on him in those shouts.
Even for Yiwen Ian, those are just trivial things, but for those pale and helpless people like Su Zuo who live in fear all the time, Yiwen Ian is a big deal.
Their only hope and salvation.
As for their expectations at this moment, Yi Wenyan doesn't want to make any promises——
"Heh..." Looking at the water-colored sky, Yi Wenyan put on his white gloves on his hands, "Because from the beginning, there was no promise..."
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"Master Ian." Noticing Yiwen Ian's arrival, Vincent Nesmith, the deputy commander of the Black Rose Select Company, stopped in front of him with a little shortness of breath and gave him a knight's salute:
"I'm very sorry to disappoint you and the master, young master."
"It's not your fault, Baron Vincent. Such a monster cannot be dealt with by a knight with only a ceremonial sword." Ivan gently wiped the red formation on the back of his white gloves.
: "Iofetta, Lord Vincent, I need you to help me buy 10 seconds to keep the troll in place, can you do that?"
"If it's just 10 seconds, there's no problem, Master Ian." Vincent replied immediately.
"Your will is my glory."
The white-haired maid has been following Yiwen quietly. Compared to Vincent's angry reply, she just calmly pulled out the gray dagger from her waist.
Yi Wenyan closed his eyes and moved his wrist——
Yes, the Grimoire Yolandil has been sealed by him, and because of his diligence in government affairs, his arcane theory has not made much progress in the past nine years. But this does not mean that he is separated from the Grimoire.
Without arcane magic, he is a pure fighting waste.
Perhaps except for the total amount of magic power, he cannot compare with the famous fighting geniuses in the imperial capital, but even so, Yi Wenyan is still far above ordinary people——
Opening his eyes, Yi Wenyan issued an order in a cold voice: "Stand back, the election officials! Please start, you two!"