He led an elite team from the Inquisition, a team of ten people, five knights, two of whom were level six. As for himself, he was even a level nine knight——
Although there are 20 people on the other side, according to his observation, there are only three who have reached the knight level. Among the three, the strongest barbarian is only level seven.
What's more important is that there are actually spellcasters among the pair of heretics! Two!
Credit!
Credit for delivering it to your door!
The Inquisition pays special attention to spellcasters among heretics. If both of them can be captured alive, whether it is forcing them to convert or tying them to the stake, the merit will be enough to exchange for a promotion ceremony and let the Inquisition help him advance to the tenth level!
Level nine to level ten is a chasm. If he crosses it, he can become a great knight. By then, his combat prowess and his status in the church will not be the same as they are now.
The more Knight Gordon thought about it, the more excited he became. He urged the team to speed up and get closer and closer. Seeing that the huge achievement was about to be obtained, the infidels who were fleeing in front turned around and disappeared behind the corner of the mountain road.
"Myron! Fitch! Speed up!"
Gordon shouted to urge his subordinates in front. The situation ahead was unknown. If they didn't hold on tightly, God knows where they could run! As long as one of the group of heretics, especially the two spellcasters, escaped, his
Credit, his promotion ceremony, then it's over!
Myron, who was running at the front, suddenly reined in his horse and stopped his mount. Fitch was caught off guard and quickly reined in his horse, almost colliding with him.
The two horses kept neighing and circling in circles. If one side of the mountain road was not a cliff and the other side was just a gentle slope, the two knights would have thrown themselves and their horses down on the spot.
"What are you stopping for!" Gordon was furious. However, after hearing his question, the knight Myron at the front not only did not continue on his way, but jumped off his horse and walked forward:
"Captain, the front...the front is blocked!"
"Then move away! You all get up!"
Gordon answered without thinking.
He gave the order, and Myron, Fitch, and the two knight attendants who were running in front stepped forward to clear the road. Knight Myron casually hung the sword back on the side of the saddle and muttered:
"You can block the road by killing these horses? What are you thinking? It seems like no one can drag them..."
Horse corpse?
Horse corpse!
Standing behind, Gordon's whole body shivered, and thirty-six thousand cold hairs exploded. At this moment, intuition took over his whole body instead of reason, and the knight captain shouted:
"Back! Back! Get out!"
boom!!!
There was a loud bang.
The horse corpses piled up at the corner of the bend, dragged out, and held in the hands of the knights, exploded at the same time.
Dead branches and leaves fell all around, and gravel rolled down from the cliff, causing the entire ground to tremble.
Gordon, who was about ten meters away, could not escape the impact. A powerful wave of air rushed towards him, pushing him upward.
Stumped limbs, flesh and blood, and strange liquids exploded and flew in all directions. Gordon reflexively raised his buckler to cover his face, blocking the bloody rain. But his subordinates did not
So lucky, especially Myron and Fitch at the front. The two knights shouted in unison and screamed with all their strength:
"ah--"
"Eyes, my eyes-"
"my face--"
Corpse explosion?
How could it be a corpse explosion?!
Gordon Knight felt his head buzzing.
The other party clearly has only two spellcasters, one of whom holds an oak staff and is a servant of the God of Nature; the other, judging from his dress and the traces of spellcasting left before, should be an elemental mage - at least not a necromancer.
!
Is there a third caster?
Could it be that he made a mistake in his judgment that there was a necromancer in that team?
"Attention everyone! There is also a necromancer!"
He warned his subordinates loudly. He then went forward to check. Myron and Fitch were not seriously injured, but their eyes were injured by the exploded corpse pulp, which was very difficult. Gordon's strength lies in combat, and the level of healing skills is not high.
Such injuries cannot be dealt with. As for the other two knight attendants...
Unfortunately, there is no need for rescue.
It can be seen from this that the corpse explosion ring that Master Lin En gave to Grete is definitely of excellent quality without any compromise.
Knight Gordon was powerless to do anything about the injuries of his subordinates. He could only clean the two wounded men briefly and help them onto their horses. He told his squire, Wilbur, who was the first to be scolded by him:
"Take them back and take good care of them!"
...Only four were killed? Gretel looked back on the barbarian's back, feeling a little regretful. After all, the corpse explosion technique could not turn the situation around. Not long after, the knights of the Inquisition were fierce and pursued them again.
As for Gretel's team, the horses fell down one by one, and the soldiers who lost their horses ran away in confusion. Finally, Blake, the youngest and lowest-ranking soldier, rolled to the side of the road, holding his ankles and unable to stand up.
"Captain!" The young man's voice was filled with tears, and he struggled hard to shake off Captain Barnes' grasping hand:
"Leave me alone! Run, run quickly!"
Twisted ankle?
Achilles tendon rupture?
fracture?
Gretel reflexively wanted to heal him, but Bernard held him in his hand and ran forward blindly, unable to get off the ground at all.
The situation was urgent, and the pursuers had bows and arrows. The barbarian no longer even carried him on his back, but carried him in front of him and covered him tightly with his broad back. Gretel couldn't get away from him, so he had to take out a tube of medicine.
, and threw it over with all his strength:
"Healing potion! Go on!"
The young man who fell down immediately disappeared from sight. Soon, Captain Barnes caught up with him, his eyes red, and he ran wildly.
After a while, a scream came from the distance on the mountain road behind.
"...We can't go on like this." Captain Barnes suddenly made up his mind. He stood firm, took off the bow from his shoulder, and touched it lovingly:
"Let's stop! Fight with them!"
"Fight!" Shield Warrior York was the first to respond. The moment he fell from his horse, he wanted to do so, but was stopped by the captain and has been restrained until now. Hearing Captain Barnes's call, he immediately turned around and turned half of his horse around.
A steel shield as tall as a man stands on the ground:
"I'm in front! Barnes, you get behind me—get on top!"
The soldiers completed the formation in silence. They killed the remaining five war horses and piled them up at the bend of the mountain road to form a bunker. York was in front, with two low-level shield warriors on the left and right, behind the horse corpses.
A shield was erected behind. Captain Barnes and another archer climbed up to the high ground, and the other warriors held spears and knives, forming a small killing formation behind the shield warrior.
Only Master Daniel was not included in the list. The young magician stood aside, looking at his companions who lived and died with him, his face flushed:
"I, I'm almost running out of magic...give me a knife..."