Griffith held the short spear in his hand and stabbed into the darkness. He didn't see the enemy's position clearly at all, and in a hurry, he could only rely on his feeling to contain it.
The short gun made a "snap" sound and was embedded in the tree trunk and could not be pulled out. At the same time, Griffith had already pulled out the long sword from his waist and protected it on his chest.
A gust of wind came from behind, and the enemy had already circled behind him. The powerful ice shield that had been prepared broke instantly, and the sword blade tore through the double armor and two short guns on his back shoulders, but the ice shield broke
The impact hindered the sword's power and did not cut into the gaps between the helmet and armor.
Griffith immediately deployed a new streamer shield and slashed towards the back. Between the lightning and flint, only a tall and muscular figure and a cold light were seen coming towards him.
“Dang!”
Griffith's blow missed, and the ice shield exploded again. The iron helmet on his head had been cut with a deep scratch, hurting his skull. The blood stained his left face red in an instant. If it weren't for the defense of the shield and helmet, Griffith would have died.
Rifesi estimated that he was completely devastated.
“Tsk, tsk, you’re dressed like a turtle, you have no martial virtue!” The blurry figure dodged the trainee knight’s counterattack sword, retreated to the side, and looked at him playfully.
This is a young swordsman about twenty years old. He has messy light yellow fluffy curly hair. He is very handsome. The free and uninhibited smile between his eyebrows makes it difficult to imagine that he is here to take people's lives. He is capable and sexy.
The bronze upper body was casually dressed in short clothes, and each hand held a long sword with a cold light, rotating with the movements of his wrists.
His movements are clean and neat, with a cynical laziness and chicness that makes people think of the elegant and deadly cheetah.
Exquisite sword skills, extraordinary temperament and self-confidence, making him a formidable opponent.
"I am a trainee knight of the Rameau family, Griffith Blanton, a second-level squad leader and a recipient of the Silver Eagle Medal." Griffith dropped the bow and quiver on his waist and raised his sword towards the swordsman.
Saluting, "May I ask your surname?"
“Lancenis, the swordsman out of interest,” the casual enemy nodded slightly in greeting, “Then let’s get started, your head looks quite suitable for holding wine.”
Sword Master?
He said he was a sword master?
Is he the Sword Master of the Sequence 6 Extraordinary Concept of the Stranger Path?
Griffith was surprised but did not ask. The answer was not important now.
Lanthanis's attack was so sharp that it was incomprehensible, and neither the double-layered heavy armor nor the ice shield could withstand his sharpness. Griffiths calmed down, took off the vanguard shield, and concentrated on moving slowly to occupy the position, preparing for a fight to the death.
Lancenis looked at him like an instructor for students taking exams, matching his pace with a smile on his face, moving slowly.
Under the bright moon, the two moved to the sloping river bank in the valley. The terrain there was open, making it easier to cast Griffith's frost spell. Not far from them was the majestic Beit River Dam.
The silver wind and moon are immersed in the water, and the quiet mountains and forests and evening breeze watch this battle with breathless concentration.
The long sword in Lanthanis's hand shone like a blue gem in the moonlight. Griffith couldn't help being attracted to these weapons and was fascinated by them.
Lanthanis came across the water and struck the trainee knight with his sword.
An ice wall suddenly appeared in the air. The blue long sword shattered the ice but lost its direction and force. Griffith seized the opportunity and swiped at the swordsman.
The sword failed as expected. Griffith immediately stirred up the extremely cold air, and using the momentum, he drew out his feather fencing sword and swung it away with his backhand.
“Dang!”
Lancenis raised his sword to block it with ease, and at the same time retreated, standing in the cold water and looking at the enemy in front of him: "What happened to the ice wall just now? Is this cold air a magic spell or an enchanted weapon? It seems like
You are not an ordinary servant, your master values you very much."
At this moment, rumbling roars resounded through the forest, and the water surface shook violently. The majestic dike above made a terrifying loud noise.
“Deadly!”
Lancenis yelled, turned around and ran towards the west bank of the Beit River. At the same time, Griffith, who realized what was going on, also put away his weapon and ran towards the east bank.
“The dam has broken! Run!”
The rebels who were working on the dam just now let out an earth-shattering scream. Immediately afterwards, the monstrous flood tore apart the broken stone dam, rolled up the hundreds of rebels on the dam, and roared downstream.
Griffith hurriedly climbed up the east bank, grabbed the bow and arrow he had just thrown away, and ran to higher ground. The sweeping flash flood destroyed boulders and trees, roaring behind him like countless galloping horses.
And go.
Margarius's regiment is doomed.
Although it is still some distance from the camp downstream, and the military camp does not directly face the Beit River. However, such a violent flash flood has accumulated the power after the snow melts in early spring, and the raging flood will rush into the Vero River, and then rush towards the shore.
The camp flooded. In the dark night, by the time the unsuspecting legionnaire discovered that the Vero River was swollen, it was too late.
After the collapse of the only regular army in the area, what will Sonia and the others do when they are trapped in Beit Manor?
Griffith hid on a high ground and watched the flood destroying everything before his eyes. He gritted his teeth and had no choice but to leave.
Now, we have to find other ways to defeat the 5,000 rebels.
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On the tower of Baron Bet's castle, Sonia watched silently as the turbid torrents roared past the east side of the castle. The floods poured down from the mountains to the north wrapped in boulders and trees, making an earth-shattering noise. In Bet
On the lower ground on the river bank, some rebel soldiers who had no time to evacuate were struggling in the flood. It didn't take long for them to disappear into the yellow water together with their torches, broken trees, and huts.
Sonia bit her lips tightly, clasping her hands on her chest and trembling uncontrollably. She and everyone knew that a regular army was camping on the south bank of the Vero River, preparing to cross the river to launch an attack tomorrow morning. Under the turbulent waves, the reinforcements
All hope of siege disappeared.
Professor Witzleben, who insisted on staying to fight, returned to the room without saying a word.
Baron Bethe's face was pale, he was leaning against the cold stone wall, touching a dagger on his waist, not knowing what he was thinking. The flood had already covered the farmland on the shore, and slapped against the village wall at his feet.
.The few militiamen were running around shouting on the village wall, and the militia captain just watched them deliver the frightening news to every house.
“We should break out, right?” Sonia felt that she had almost lost the ability to speak, and it was difficult for her dry mouth to say a word.
Lana and Murat looked around with frowns, their eyes shifted from the village wall to the flooded embankment, and then looked at the flooded ferry not too far away. There were some boats crossing the river there.
But at this time, she didn't know where she was rushed. Fiona looked at Lana for a while, and then for Sonia, as if waiting for someone to come up with an idea.
"Your Majesty, Baron, please inform the militiamen to stick to their posts," Sonia summoned her courage and said in the calmest voice, "The east side of your manor is a strong castle, and the flood is not enough to threaten the manor wall. We must continue to hold on. The old
The town will send more reinforcements."
“Boom!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the northwest of the manor. The long-disrepaired manor wall collapsed and opened a gap after being washed away by floods. It was like a slap on Sonia's face.
At first, it was just a two-meter-wide collapse. As the turbid torrents rolled and beat, pieces of soil and masonry on both sides collapsed and fell into the muddy water, forming a large slope up to seven meters wide.
“The wall has collapsed!”
A militiaman on the wall of the manor screamed, and people from all over the manor looked over to see the shocking breach. Then hundreds of people shouted in unison, and the commotion of fear among men and women was like a tide. Nona and Nona were on guard on the wall of the manor.
The militiamen around Kurala were running everywhere, and they couldn't be caught.
After a while, several more parts of the north wall cracked and collapsed. Although no large-scale breaches were formed, the entire north wall was already crumbling.
Everyone gathered on the castle was stunned for a moment.
…
Baron Bethe sent his servants around to pull people up to block the silence, but in the darkness they pulled people and ran away. No one wanted to abandon their families and take risks on the wall at this time. The commotion continued until dawn without even a suitable piece of wood.
None of them were found.
Berthier brought some people and tried to use magic spells to build a wall. He painstakingly planned the construction plan and erected a new wall behind the breach, relying on the building. However, the soft soil soon fell apart.
If it falls over, it cannot be stabilized without enough support.
When the sky got slightly brighter, the floods subsided slightly. However, the large breach in the manor's wall was not blocked at all.
The rumbling war drums echoed in the morning light.
The rebel camp in the distance has dispatched more than 20 large rafts, paddling across the yellow water towards the breach in the north wall. They have not launched an attack since surrounding the manor, and are waiting for this moment.
At the same time, there were also large groups of rebels on the outside of the west and south walls. They came in boats and rafts.
The number of rebels who rushed towards the north wall was close to two hundred. They were armed with spears and axes, bent bows and arrows, wore short coats and wrapped their heads with cloth, and made strange noises and screams amidst the sound of drums towards the baron's manor.
Morale in the manor, which was already in chaos, was completely depleted, and no one could be found to repair and defend the walls.
Witzleben came back from his room. He prepared a batch of spell configurations, drew them on parchment and distributed them to everyone, asking all magic students to divide into groups to prepare.
“But what if there is no wall and the rebels rush in?” Several students asked together, “Our magic spell cannot form a long-term barrier.”
There was no militia left in the manor to fill the front line. The few city defense troops were also panicked and could not hold the huge gap slope.
“I will block the opening, while Nona and Kulala will defend the walls on the other two sides.” Rana responded.
He grabbed a special black cloak and put it on his armor, turned around and walked towards the castle stairs. As he walked, he said to everyone, "Mura continues to reorganize the militia and city defense army. We need to prepare a reserve team."
His eyes were hidden and sharp, and he first glanced at Professor Witzleben: "Professor, don't take action yet. There may be supernatural beings or evil believers hidden among the rebels."
“I have my own plan,” the professor said coldly.
Lana's eyes turned to Fiona again: "Prepare the sealed items, I will need them."
The daughter of the Xia Long family was stunned for a moment, then shook her head hurriedly: "These are two hundred rebels! They will kill you!"
Lana's eyes swept across the window at the rebel group on the water in the distance. On the raft full of swords and guns, the chaotic and violent atmosphere seemed to have substance.
"It doesn't matter." Lana smiled and put his arms around Fiona. The girl was at a loss for a moment and subconsciously raised her head and closed her eyes.
Who would have thought that Lana just pulled off Fiona's cloak, took a spear handed by Murat, and tied the cloak with the Sharon family crest to the barrel of the gun.
What's going on... Fiona dug out her own Shutoral in disappointment and reproach.
“Beware of their Extraordinary Ones,” Murat warned.
“It doesn’t matter,” Rana said calmly,
“The rebels have no soldiers to fight against.”
…
The raft reached the breach in the north wall.
A group of capable rebels jumped off the raft with guns and axes in hand, and walked straight towards the slope of the breach in the shallow yellow water.
They let out strange screams, and the already frightened militiamen ran away when they saw them from a distance. Baron Bethe's manor was like a naked girl, already trembling under their clutches.
Just as the rebels were about to ascend the breach, a firm figure as solid as a mountain stood in front of them.
“Long time no see~”
Amidst the rumbling war drums, Lana climbed up the slope formed by the collapse of the earth wall alone, inserting the spear flag of the Xia Long emblem in his hand into the mud behind him. The wind was fierce, and under the banner of sword and rose, he was wearing a strong
A, standing with sword in hand, facing the surging tide of rebels, standing tall like a rock.
"Come on! The story of Griffith fending off hundreds of goblins by himself has been going on for half a year." Rana's face was calm and even a little excited, "Today I want to show everyone how Xia Long's black wolf can defeat him."
Two hundred heroic figures."
The rebels quickly approached, opened their bows and arrows, and fired more than a dozen arrows at Lana. He turned slightly sideways, raised his black cloak and swept away the strong wind, and the arrows scattered in all directions without causing any damage.
After a round of arrows, the rebel infantry had swarmed down the slope, holding wooden guns, like man-eating rats with fierce eyes, roaring and gesturing up and down with their guns. They did not move forward or retreat, but stared ahead for a long time.
The soldiers stood with swords in their hands, paying attention to the steps of their companions and shouting, but no one took a step forward.
“Why? Won’t you come up?” Lana asked coldly in a majestic voice.
No one responded to the dense crowd, but a few people retreated into the cracks in the crowd.
Lana, surrounded by a forest of spear points, Shi Shiran unzipped the lock of his cloak, waved it off, glanced at the crowd with a cold gaze, took the wolf-headed helmet in his hand, buckled it on his head, and pulled it
Lower armor.
The resolute and tenacious face is hidden in the darkness. An unknown and ferocious aura almost turns into the illusion of a ferocious beast.
Wearing a long sword and heavy armor, he approached the rebels step by step like a ferocious black wolf. The rebels gathered at the foot of the slope were crowded and collapsed backwards, and only a faint whisper could be heard from under the terrifying face armor.
“Then I’m coming.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind rushed in, and black shadows struck violently. The fierce sword blades roared towards him, like a forest of spears turning into stalks of sickle in the blink of an eye.
Lana broke through the firing formation with just one step. The broken blades of the spears were like catkins flying in the sky, and the morale of the rebels was shaken. He took another step forward and swept his horse sword through the crowd, splitting the spine and limbs, and shattering those who hit them.
With just one blow, he killed seven or eight people. Hundreds of rebels screamed in surprise, some made a noise and moved forward, while others turned around and ran away.
Lana launched an attack with his horse-cutting sword.
Wherever the sword flew, everyone was reduced to powder. The group of rebels who bravely stepped forward were swept away by the wind of the sword. In the blink of an eye, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the rest were in a mess with their livers and gallbladders broken.
Two dexterous figures suddenly flashed among the crowd. Their movements were as erratic as phantoms and extremely fast, exceeding the limits of mortals.
The Extraordinaries with assassin characteristics among the rebels took action.
Taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, they leaned over to dodge the sharp edge of the sword and chop it towards Rana's calf. The dagger cut on the ankle and calf, and sparks suddenly appeared, and the palms of the two people holding the dagger were full of them.
A tingling sensation.
“So hard!” The assassin exclaimed, glared angrily at the iron-clad soldier in front of him, rolled to one side to avoid it, and hid among his companions again.
They are like fish swimming in water among the crowd, moving freely and smoothly, and they are about to look for opportunities to attack again.
Lana had already noticed them. After a slash, he suddenly restrained his sharp edge and tightened his abdomen and chest. The air on the battlefield seemed to be sucked by him. Fiona and the others who were watching the battle from afar on the castle felt extremely solemn and depressed.
I felt a suffocating feeling, as if there was a black hole swallowing up the world, and even the sound could not escape its clutches.
“Hurrah!”
Rana let out a war cry that was as loud as thunder. The groups of rebels who surged up from the breach trembled together. Many people's eardrums bleed, and almost all of them fell into a state of deceleration and dizziness, unable to move forward on the soft and slippery mud.
.
Heartbreaking!
The two shadow-like assassins' legs were as stiff as lead under this roar, and their figures immediately appeared.
“I found you.”
Lana, who was covered in black armor, was like a wild beast that preyed on people. His eyes were red, and he was holding a huge sword and swept past like a mountain falling apart.
The assassins and the group of rebels were still stuck in the soft wet mud, and they screamed together. The violent wind pressure swept over them, cutting them into pieces. The body parts flew backwards, dragging their stomachs and intestines, and the bodies on their shoulders flew back.
His head still had eyes open in disbelief.
"Ah!"
Lana roared angrily, and swung the fierce sword again, and the heads of the rebels were shattered like tofu. A bloody path was torn open by the blade in the crowded crowd, and severed limbs and intestines were scattered like raindrops, and warm
Hot blood poured on the face of the comrade behind him.
The shrill shouts of the rebel brigade resounded across the sky. They were crowded together and pushed by one person to retreat towards the deep water. Only the bravest ones at the front faced the terrifying giant sword and were instantly reduced to pieces. The infantry behind them were so frightened that they collapsed.
One by one they fell into the murky water and struggled.
This is the horse-killing sword of the Eastern Legion. The selected tall warriors wear heavy armor, iron boots, and hold a life-size giant sword and advance like a wall. Even when facing cavalry and mountain monsters, they will not retreat and attack head-on.
Anyone swept by this sharp blade will be shattered.
Even though there are a large number of bandits, when two hundred people attack one person, it feels like there are sharp swords everywhere, death and broken limbs are everywhere, and screams and screams cover the wilderness.
The chaotic screams were mixed with strange sounds, which were both the rustling sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, and the sound of continuous splashing water.
This strange reverberation horrifies everyone who realizes its cruel implications.
The rebels were crowded into knee-deep muddy water and were being chased and killed by one man. They were surrounded by their accomplices who were pushing and yelling at each other to prevent them from escaping. The giant black wolf tore out pieces of flesh in the crowd, and its bloody and ferocious light made people frightened.
Want to escape to the distant frozen soil.
The rebels, who were fierce and fierce just a few minutes ago, have been defeated and are rushing towards the raft.
The stagnant water and mud were extremely obstructive when they came, and they were even more like a chasm when escaping. No matter how hard they pushed me, they couldn't escape Rana's killing blow. Some people jumped onto the raft, but the rest couldn't squeeze in, so they
He clung to the edge and refused to let go.
More and more people were running for their lives. Seeing that the raft was about to sink, the criminals drew their knives and hacked at them. There were so many fingers on the raft that they could be picked up with their hands.
Amidst the screams, groups of rebels who had no time to escape were swept away by the sword wind of the horse-killing sword, and fell into pieces into the muddy water.
As the rebel resistance collapsed, the screams gradually became muffled, replaced by more dense sounds of falling water, like heavy rain falling on the lake.
The bandit who was still on the raft was so frightened that he hurriedly propped up the raft, left his comrades who were still calling for help and fled to the old camp, lest he fall behind others.
“The rabble.”
Lana grabbed half of the body in the water and wiped the blood from the sword blade, turned around and returned to the top of the slope, found a rock and sat down, with his horse sword across his legs, took out a piece of bread and ate it.