The Golden Company is the most powerful mercenary group in the nine free trade city-states. It has a history of nearly a hundred years since its establishment. It has thousands of horses and even a few elephants, but this time it came to contain them.
Werther's are all infantry.
The people of the Golden Regiment were blocking the streets in front and back, and those in the front row had stopped advancing. They raised their shields and carried their swords on the edge of the shields. They used the standard shield soldier combat posture and formed a formation for a legion attack.
"Roar!" One of the soldiers took the lead in shouting.
"Roar!" The soldiers shouted in unison, and the shield formation moved forward.
"Be careful when they throw spears. You two move closer to the street." Werther asked the two women to hide on the side of the street and stood in the middle of the street. The opponent now has the advantage, and there should be a sign that he is not eager to attack.
The person in charge comes out to speak.
"Roar!" "Roar!" After several consecutive sounds, the shield formations at both ends of the street were already ten meters away from Werther. The crowd of people still couldn't see the end of the group, and there were still soldiers at the corner of the street who couldn't get through.
The shield array finally stopped moving forward. The soldiers in the first row placed their shields on the ground, and the soldiers in the second row put their shields on top of the shields on the ground to form a protective surface, with a long sword peeking out from the gap.,<
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"The training was pretty good. I knew that spears couldn't be used in narrow streets, so we all used swords. Those drunks in the afternoon should be members of this mercenary group." Witte was waiting for their leader.
Not long after, the soldiers from the north made a passage in the middle of the formation, and several big men in full armor walked towards Witte from the passage.
Werther saw that one of the leaders was ugly, but the family crest pattern on his shield attracted Werther's attention.
"The jagged edge of the golden city wall has a black heart with wings in the middle. Who are you from the Tuoyin family?"
"Please call me Sir Mistoin, I am the commander of the Golden Company. You killed a dozen of our brothers this afternoon. We have already inquired about you. No matter what your abilities are, we will take your head."
Cut it off and make it into a urinal, Archmage Vit Baratheon!"
After Mistoin finished speaking, several people following him began to shout, "Kill the Baratheon bastards!"
All the soldiers on the street started shouting, and each one of them shouted with enthusiasm.
Werther didn't care about their morale-boosting tactics. He looked at the leaders. They all had gold rings on their arms, both thick and thin. They should be their officers. He turned around and continued to ask Mistoin: p>
"Toyin used to be a vassal of our Baratheon family. You were persecuted by the Targaryens and fled to the continent of Essos. Our Baratheon family destroyed the Targaryens again. You should not be grateful.
Us?"
"My ancestors made mistakes. The Targaryen family only enforced the law. We have no complaints. But you, the Baratheon family, are the usurpers. I will kill you today to avenge them!"
"Have you forgotten your ethnic language? Fly away far away."
"Don't listen to this kid's nonsense, today we will avenge our brothers and the Targaryen family!"
White light flashed on Werther's body, and then countless electric currents flowed through his body. Werther put on iron armor and a lightning cloak.
"Mu~~~Qua~~~Diiv~~~!"
The armor composed of white, blue and yellow magic power was put on the body again. This dragon roar was not loud, but the sound contained magic power, so that people a few streets away could hear it.
The soldiers in front saw that Werther was shining with various lights. They already knew in advance that Werther was a magician, but no one had any experience fighting a magician. They could only hold the shield in their hands and wait for the order from the legion commander.
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Witte ran towards Mis Toyin. The distance between the two sides was too close and Witte was too fast. Mis Toyin could only raise his shield to defend first.
"Then you don't deserve to have this black-hearted shield!" Werther's foot has already kicked the shield.
Under the protection of two layers of magic, Werther's feet were not injured at all. With a "bang" sound, Mistoin's shield was kicked to pieces by Werther. After the kick shattered the shield, its strength was only reduced by a part.
He continued to kick his shield-holding left hand, and the entire arm was kicked into several pieces by the huge force and flew into the air.
Before the intensity stopped, Witte's foot finally kicked Mis Toyin's chest. With a few clicks, the breastplate was dented by Witte's kick. Mis Toyin also flew up in the air.
After flying a few meters, he fell into the shield formation and knocked over several soldiers.
"Ah~~Attack! Kill Baratheon!" Mith Toin is not dead yet. His rich combat experience made him instinctively dodge back before being kicked. He did not fully accept Witte's power.
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The soldiers rushed forward. Every time Werther blocked, lightning would jump out from his body and hit the nearby enemies. They fell to the ground in convulsions and their bodies began to burn.
When swinging the sword, it is rarely directed at one person, but mostly slashed horizontally. With one swing of the sword, at least one or two enemies will be cut into two pieces, and the lightning will jump between several people before killing them.
Several.
Fighting with people is not like fighting with ghouls. The ghouls have no intelligence and rely on the command of the person who controls them. Werther can kill several ghouls with one sword. But when fighting with well-trained people, they will use shields or swords.
He can block, dodge or grab his companions to block him. As a one-handed sword, the Dark Sister is also very short and is not as efficient as killing zombies before.
Nymeria and Tyene were leaning against the wall. The Golden Company's target was Veidt, and only a few soldiers who couldn't squeeze into the battle would attack them.
Nymeria's spear stabbed her every move without leaving the vital point. Soldiers fighting in close combat were stabbed to death within two blows. Nymeria stabbed her feet with a shield to protect her. As long as there was a small wound, her blood circulation was very good in this kind of combat.
Quickly, it only takes a few seconds for the soldier's limbs to fall to the ground numb, but there are too many people on the other side, and their physical strength gradually cannot support them, and they take advantage of every gap in the attack to gasp for air.
Werther was agile and fast. The soldiers only saw Werther dodging in a small area and swinging his sword as fast as possible.
"His physical strength can't last long! Keep attacking!" A sergeant of the Golden Regiment saw Werther like this and judged that Werther's physical strength could not last long. Dozens of people in the Golden Regiment had already died. To besiege one person and cause such heavy casualties, either
Arouse everyone's hatred, or everyone will flee.
"Roar!" Upon hearing this, the soldiers accelerated their attack pace, hoping to drag Werther to death.
Purple light flashed, and Werther summoned a three-meter-tall ice giant. The ice giant did not attack the soldiers, but broke through the door of the street residence, smashed a hole in the opposite wall, and forced himself into a house.
Force a way out.
"Nymeria, Tyene, you two follow it, it will protect you to the Neptune Palace!"
"Then what do you do?" Nymeria and Tyene entered the room. She had several wounds on her body, and Tyene was using her most basic healing skills to treat them.
Werther said firmly: "Don't worry about me, you two are here, I can't do anything!"