Flomien roared and waved the sword in his hand again and again, chopping down the enemies approaching. His armor was stained with blood, his body was numb, and he was left with instinctive fighting.
The brave prince felt as if he had fallen into a blood-colored vortex, his hearing had completely lost its effect, and the surroundings were completely covered in blood. He had already fallen into the enemy group.
He really didn't expect that these more than a hundred enemies were so difficult, weird and crazy. These guys in simple and almost ragged armor were brave and fearless in the face of the cavalry charge, and dared to retaliate against the cavalry, even if they were cut down
Death, trampling to death, hitting to death, as long as the breath still exists, they will grab everything that can be held tightly, and the power is surprisingly great. No matter whether it is a horse, once a soldier is entangled, he will stop, and the final outcome is to be swarmed up.
The enemy was completely submerged.
Flomien's three hundred cavalrymen were caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. Moreover, his own mount was knocked down by these enemies on the way to charge, and even he himself fell into the middle of the enemy. He was facing great success for a moment.
Danger.
Bang!
The chain hammer hit Flomien's back, which was as strong as the armor, and staggered him while making him spew a mouthful of blood.
However, this attack also made Flomien's thinking very clear for the time being. He immediately accelerated along the force of his back, held the enemy who was caught off guard with his shoulders, knocked him away, and swung his sword with the momentum
, cut off the head of the enemy who was preparing to attack in front of him, and then rolled forward on the spot, and instantly, his eyes were cheerful.
He actually temporarily broke away from the encirclement!
"Black Death!" Flomien roared, inserting the sword into another chest that came to meet the enemy.
As he kicked the corpse of the enemy stranded on his sword with his feet, a high scream rang out from a distance and quickly approached Flomien.
The tall and strong dark horseman stood up and kicked the enemy who was trying to attack its master from behind to the ground. Then he kept jumping up next to Flomien and kicked the enemy who was trying to surround him again, and kicked the enemy who was trying to surround him again.
Meen creates space.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Flomien soared into the air, landed accurately on the back of the black-dead war horse, and rushed out of the enemy.
"Follow me. Turn! Go and poke these beasts in the butt!"
Seeing Flomien reappear, the cavalry who became a little panicked because of his disappearance suddenly became very motivated. Under the order of the great prince, they formed a charge queue again, shouted slogans of glory, and brought shame to them.
The enemy began to charge...
...
"Captain, what kind of monsters are these?" Crami kicked the spider monster that was no longer moving, and asked curiously.
Geer did not reply immediately. Instead, he walked to the monster's corpse, pulled out the several arrows that shot through its head, selected the useful ones and put them back into the arrow bag, and then carefully looked at the dead man.
A monster that looks extremely hideous.
This monster is so sloppy, with no valuable clues.
After a long time, Geer suddenly drew his sword and stabbed into the monster's head and began to cut horizontally. Facing this bloody and disgusting scene, for a moment, except for a few people who were used to blood, the others suddenly felt a sense of discomfort in their stomachs.
Some even ran to the wall and vomited.
Ger didn't care about the reactions of these people. Instead, he carefully controlled the sword in his hand, and carefully cut the monster's scalp and tissue structure as if it were a skinning knife. He didn't have much time to reveal the hidden ones.
Head bones.
"Sure enough..." After putting the torch to the monster's skull, spooned some water to clean the black blood on it, Geer soon discovered the obscure symbols and some marks on the bones. "Alchemy Symbols"
, black blood, surgical traces... are alchemy creatures."
"Alchemy creature?" Crami came over and looked at the symbols on the skull curiously.
"It is a new species created by using alchemy to combine different species together..." After glanced at Crami's expression beside him, Geer briefly explained to him: "Just treat this thing as it's a thing."
It is a combat tool created by humans, and it is essentially no different from the weapons in your hands."
In Salolas's private library, Geer had seen this information, because he was very interested in semi-alchemy products such as Silver Iron Guard. He also spent some time studying it, although he still had a lot of attention in this area.
It is not profound, but it also has a certain understanding. With the obvious characteristics of alchemy creatures, it is still okay to recognize it.
Unlike the Silver Iron Guard, there is still human consciousness. This monster is no different from the wild beast. Of course, its combat power is much stronger than the Silver Iron Guard. However, now this monster is in the wrong place, it should appear even more in
On the battlefield, the huge power is enough to wear special super thick armor. Once it is scaled up on the battlefield, its combat power will be almost unstoppable.
Geer stood up, gestured for a moment, and stabbed the sword again. This time his target was the connection between the monster's upper and lower body.
Another standard anatomical process, the bone pattern inside the monster's body seemed to forcefully knead two different structures together appeared in front of Geer.
"I'm leaving. I don't know who sent this thing, and I don't know how many more. It's better to leave the waterway as soon as possible."
After recording the image data and seeing that there was no other value, Geer turned around and prepared to leave here.
"Crami, keep up!"
Ida, who followed Geer, suddenly found that his younger brother had not followed. He immediately turned around and found that he was squatting beside this ugly alchemy creature, not knowing what he was busy with.
"It's OK soon... OK!" Cramy stood up after a moment, returned to his brother, with an arthropod nearly one person tall on her hand.
"What are you doing with this?" Ida looked at the cold light that was still sharp at the tip of the arthropod, and was very puzzled by his younger brother's behavior.
"I think this material is good. When I have time, I will carve a few souvenirs out..."
"Should you like, go quickly, let's catch up with the captain and the others."
"good."
"Why did you stop again?" Ida turned around and walked a few steps. He found that his younger brother had not followed him.
"Oh, nothing. It's here." Claimi looked inside with a strange expression in front of the cave. After hearing his brother's words, he quickly turned around and followed.
...
After Geer and his group left, darkness and tranquility occupied the cave again.
Suddenly, a ball of black things appeared beside the corpse of the alchemy creature.
The fire ignited, and the thing also revealed its figure. It was a man shrouded in a black robe. His face could not be seen clearly in the shadow of the hood.
"What a waste..." A cold voice flowed out from the shadow of the hood.
"Defects in actual combat record of the No. 2 experimental subject: 1. Too poor flexibility; 2. Too low intelligence; 3. Severe physical structure defects; 4. The lifespan of the experimental subject is too fast... It is recommended to improve direction 1,..."
The man in black robe took out a book, opened it, and recorded all the collected records on a blank page.
"It's a strange combination of the Seventeenth Prince and the Ingrid Church. And the man who can kill the No. 2 experimental subject alone, does he feel a little familiar? Have you seen it somewhere?"
The man in black robe stood still for a while, and then extinguished the fire.
"I don't think about these. I'll reply to the tutor first. I hope there will be a better harvest in Kobor."
A slight sound of water rang out and gradually faded away.
...
The battle in the palace area finally came to an end.
Flomien panted and patrolled the battlefield with his men. Even though he was as strong as him, he couldn't help feeling tired after taking the lead in charge many times.
In front of him were scattered corpses and black blood that formed streams, and the bright red blood under his hands dripped inside was quickly assimilated by these blacks.
Being able to stand on this battlefield of sorting out means that the winner is the eldest prince. However, nearly half of the casualties also show the difficulty of this battle.
As for the enemy, when I think back, Flomien also felt a little chill. These enemies had no idea of surrender, and even had negative emotions such as fear. They were just like machines. Otherwise, they would kill their opponents,
Otherwise, you will die by yourself. There is no third option. As long as you have a breath, the instinct of fighting will not seem to disappear.
Flomien squatted down beside an enemy, lifted his armor, revealing a male face with gray skin like a rock. What's strange is that his whole head is bare, not only his hair, but also his eyebrows,
He had no beard, just like a slim chicken plucking his hair in boiling water. What's even more peculiar is the crisscrossing scars on his head, densely packed, and very much like the abstract paintings made by postmodern artists.
Release the masks of the other enemies again, just like the previous one, with gray skin, naked head, and many scars. Anyway, it doesn't look like a normal person.
Seeing that there was no research yet, Flomien walked aside and leaned against his mount, watching his subordinates start post-war work.
When the battleground was cleaned, the wounded were rescued, and a series of work was almost done, Flomien found a burst of rapid horse hooves extending towards this side.
Soon, he saw his younger brother Franagan running wildly.
"Brother, the main force of the parade council has appeared and is struggling to solve the checkpoints..." The third prince who came to Flomien jumped off his back and directly told the important information.
Bang!
The sword stabbed hard at the ground, and after a violent collision with the marble ground, it bent to the extreme to the side. Finally, the scarred sword broke from the middle of the sword body and made a harsh sound.
"How long can you last?" Flomien asked in a deep voice by throwing away the broken sword in his hand.
"At most, it will be difficult for us to defend it when they can better concentrate their troops during the day."
Flomien was silent for a moment, his eyes flashing with an unknown light.
"I'll take people to defend themselves, and you'll gather all the moving people in the palace..."
Franagan looked into his elder brother's eyes and knew that he had not finished speaking any further words.
"Walk west and into the mountains, take away everything you can."
"What can't be taken away?"
"We Anslin family's things will never be cheaper for them!"
The eldest prince looked at the civilian area at the foot of the mountain, and a flame was reflected in his eyes.