The wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see. The withered and yellow weeds in winter have reached half a person's height after growing wildly throughout the spring. They are blown by the wind and surge into the distance like ocean waves.
Everyone's eyes followed the six fast horses chopping the waves in the green grass.
The distance of two to three hundred meters in the wilderness is not that far. Therefore, everyone can clearly see the undulating bodies of the knights as the horses gallop. You can see the shiny fur of the war horses and the explosive muscles during running. You can also see
The dog looming in the grass.
Roy ran at the front, with Ivan and others behind him forty or fifty meters away. On the hillside in front of him, the caravan's carriage was speeding in an almost crazy manner. The rapidly rotating axle made the sound of
With a creaking sound, the wooden wheels kept hitting the stones on the ground, jumping up high and then falling staggeringly.
Next to the carriage were guards waving weapons and civilians running away crying.
They stumbled as they ran, falling and getting up again, covered in dust and blood. From time to time, someone was caught up and chopped to the ground by the gangsters behind them.
And further away, countless gangsters are like floods overflowing the horizon and surging down.
These gangsters wore all kinds of clothes and held all kinds of weapons. They shouted loudly and screamed strangely, chasing the fleeing people and killing them with knives.
In front of the dark crowd, Roy and the others were as small as a sampan sailing against the huge waves, and could be smashed to pieces by the roaring waves at any time.
However, their speed did not slow down at all.
Roy, in particular, kept accelerating. From a height, he was leading the way like a petrel heading toward a thunderstorm cloud at high speed.
No one knew what Roy wanted to do. Everyone could only watch as he got closer and closer to the gangsters.
Perhaps seeing the reinforcements, a deafening cheer and shout erupted from the fleeing cactus caravan.
The exhausted people cheered up and struggled to resist the siege of the bandits while speeding up to get closer. A dozen medium-sized carriages were dragged by the horses and ran wildly. The dust raised by the wheels and horse hooves filled the rear of the convoy, like a
A yellow cloud.
The guards and mercenaries were running while fighting with the enemies who were catching up. There was a continuous sound of clashing swords, screams, the sound of heavy objects falling, roars, women's screams, and children's cries.
The sound and the neighing of the horses intertwined together to make a sound.
The Cactus Caravan is a medium-sized caravan with only about twenty guards and a few mercenaries among the accompanying people. When they fled here, the caravan guards had lost one-third of their manpower, and the remaining
All the people were covered in blood and scarred, and they were all supported by their breath.
However, even so, they still guarded the back of the convoy, covering the convoy and civilians who went ahead.
Just when most of the cactus convoy had driven down the hillside, suddenly, the wheels of a carriage hit a rock the size of a watermelon, jumped up, and suddenly rolled to the ground.
The huge carriage rolled and rolled in a driver and a civilian who had no time to escape. The carriage scraped up large pieces of grass clippings and a shocking blood stain on the muddy ground, and directly hit another carriage. For a moment,
, the entire convoy fell into chaos.
"Don't stop, go quickly!"
Seeing that the pace of the convoy slowed down, and the bandits behind them were approaching dozens of meters away, a bald man in the guard kicked the bandit in front of him away, roared angrily, and slashed the air with his saber, and a fire dragon followed the excitement.
The fighting spirit jumped from the blade into the void and rushed towards the bandits in front of him.
Bang bang bang! With a series of muffled sounds, the bandits who were hit by the grudge suddenly fell over. The few people at the front were hit so hard that their chests were shattered. They flew out like ignited scarecrows and smashed into the bandits behind them.
There was a burst of groans and exclamations in the crowd.
However, even though the bald man and everyone around him tried their best to stop the bandits behind him from pursuing, the chaotic convoy still delayed a lot of time. When everyone picked up the speed again, twenty or thirty bandits on horseback came diagonally from the side.
, has already circled diagonally in front of the convoy, and is about to intercept the convoy!
In this almost front-to-back pursuit, once the convoy is blocked, it will immediately end in annihilation. It is like a chase between a cheetah and an antelope. Although the distance is only a few hundred meters, every second,
Every step, every change of direction determines life or death.
The gangster cavalry, who were shouting wildly, got closer and closer to the convoy. Finally, a bad horse with mottled coats crashed out of the flying dust and rushed to the front of the fleeing convoy.
The gangster on horseback was tall and strong, with his upper body bare, revealing his strong and furry body. His long dirty red hair was scattered behind his head. In his hand was a huge sword that was two palms wide, stained with blood.
As soon as he rushed out, he ran straight towards several civilians. The giant sword in his hand swept through an arc in the air as the horse galloped, and slashed hard at a gentle middle-aged man.
"Dad!" A heart-wrenching cry sounded out, and the two sisters Ling Shuang and Ling Xue, covered in blood and crumbling, frantically pushed away the enemy in front of them and rushed towards them.
This unarmed middle-aged man is none other than their father!
Time seemed to have frozen at this moment. The ferocious looking gangsters, the speeding horses, the sharp blades, and the horrified eyes of the middle-aged man and several civilians beside him were like an oil painting full of violence.
Just as the bandit's butcher knife was about to pass over the middle-aged man's head, suddenly, a man and a horse flew towards him like a black lightning bolt.
"Roy!"
On the hillside in the distance, everyone watching the battle couldn't help but let out a low cry.
They could see clearly that the black lightning was none other than Roy running wildly. The young man's thin body lay low on the horse's back, his legs tightly clamped on the horse's belly, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the horse.
.While flying, the lance in his hand flashed a sharp light on the green land.
"kill!"
The distance of several meters passed in an instant. When the war horse leaped into the air, Roy activated his fighting spirit and flicked out a spear from his lance that stabbed the gangster's side chest.
The gangster's knife failed to fall. The rapidly enlarging black shadow in his peripheral vision and the roaring light that made his hair stand on end made him turn the sword almost subconsciously. Dang! There was a loud noise. Roy's lance stabbed the gangster hard.
On the sword body, the pure steel gun shaft suddenly bent into an arc.
"Little bastard." The gangster laughed ferociously.
Although Roy killed him by surprise, he knew as soon as they fought that the young man's fighting spirit was only around the eighth or ninth level. If other people had been shot, they might have been picked off. But with the natural divine power and the
For him with first-level fighting spirit strength, it is simply not worth mentioning!
The clash of guns and swords only happened in the blink of an eye. Just when the gangster made up his mind and was about to shake off Roy's already exhausted lance and turn from defense to attack, suddenly, he discovered that the huge sword in his hand was bearing a powerful impact.
With a strange flick of the young man's wrist, he disappeared completely.
"Snake gun!"
When this name appeared along with an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness, the gangster watched helplessly as the lance originally pressed against the sword jumped up like a spiritual snake. Poof! The tip of the lance penetrated him without any hindrance.
A big hole opened in his neck, bringing out a pool of scarlet blood!
The two horses passed by each other, and the gangster's eyes widened. His strong body swayed on the horse and then fell down. Following the inertia of the horse, he rolled several times and fell to the grass. He did not stop until he died.
I dare to believe that I died under the gun of a boy of 17 or 18 years old!
The so-called snake lance is a commonly used type of knight's martial arts. It refers to the knight's special technique that causes the lance to tremble and twist when it is blocked, locked, pressed or entangled, driving the tip of the lance to move quickly in a small area.
Change direction to achieve the purpose of breaking away or hurting someone.
Because the movement of the lance resembles a poisonous snake leaning out to attack, it got its name.
The snake spear is not a high-level unique or private skill, but a basic spear skill that most knights can master proficiently. However, without enough fighting spirit and physical strength, and with the assistance of a battle ring, it is impossible for ordinary people to use it.
The steel lance bends and changes direction in an instant, and it is impossible to resist the opponent's blocking or locking pressure at the same time.
Because of this, the gangsters who felt that Roy was not very powerful neglected this point. And the result of this negligence was fatal!
When the gangster's majestic body hit the ground heavily, Fergus clenched his fists quietly on the hillside in the distance. Beside him, the mercenary guards were silent and had complicated expressions. Some of them had just tried to find a chance to teach him a lesson.
Roy's young man opened his mouth wide and was stunned.
Miqi, on the other hand, was silent, her slim and slender body standing high on the carriage, motionless, like a silhouette in the blue sky.
Nearby, the swarming gangsters suddenly lowered their roars and slowed down their horses. The few people rushing at the front subconsciously avoided Roy's direction. The middle-aged man who had been stabbed for the rest of his life stood there.
On the ground, his weeping wife and several guards rushed to drag him to escape.
At the back of the crowd, two identical girls stopped and stared blankly at the thin figure passing in front of their eyes.
"Let's go!" Roy shot the gangsters with one shot. Not only did he not pause, but he moved even more quickly. He roared from near to far, and in the blink of an eye he had already jumped into the group of gangsters.
When the sound of fighting suddenly sounded, everyone in the caravan saw only five fast horses and a fat dog with black and white stripes, following Roy's passing trajectory like a whirlwind.
"Kill!" Ivan suddenly activated the battle ring, and four golden haloes whirled and condensed into a dazzling cold light on the tip of the gun. Then it turned into dozens of starlights and disappeared into the oncoming gangster. After two groans,
The two gangsters were like snowflakes blown away by the strong wind, and their men and horses turned into a rain of blood.
"Knight of Justice!"
The scene in front of them made everyone watching the battle on the hillside take a breath at the same time. But before the voices of shock could completely burst out, they saw Jesse, Jackson and the equally tough Malyaer like three arrogant rhinos.
He ran into a group of gangsters, fought his way through, and rushed straight to Roy's side.
On the periphery, Jim, holding a war bow, rode his horse to draw an arc in the field, appearing like a ghost on the flank of the bandit cavalry, shooting arrows like a volley of arrows. "Whoosh!" Sharp arrows flew through the void like meteors. Four
The five galloping bandits fell off their horses one after another amidst screams and neighing, and fell to the ground.
Except for Mal'er, who is an armed knight with only one battle ring, among the four knights, there is actually a just knight with four battle rings and three brave knights with two battle rings!
This reality instantly subverted everyone's cognition. For a moment, everyone felt that their lips were dry and their eyes were straight. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel sad for the group of bandits who were chopped up like melons and vegetables.
You must know that most of these bandits are ordinary people with some brute strength and proficient in martial arts. There are very few who can cultivate their fighting spirit to the next level. With their strength, encountering such a luxurious knight lineup is like meeting a group of watermelon and cabbage.
Sharp steel knife, no suspense at all.
With the addition of Ivan and others, the entire bandit team was shattered in an instant. The encirclement that was about to be closed was torn open again.
"Great, let's go!" Seeing this opportunity, the bald man in the cactus caravan glanced at Roy and others gratefully, turned his head and shouted, waving his giant sword to open the way first, and together with the other guards, he covered the convoy and accelerated through the battle.
Regiment, move closer to the hill where the flint caravan is located.
Soon, the caravan arrived at the location of Xiaoqiu. As the guards and mercenaries under Fergus dispatched to respond, the Black Skeleton bandits, seeing that they were unable to do anything, left dozens of corpses behind, and after a burst of rapid trumpets, they
He backed away from the sound and surrounded the hillside where the caravan was located from a distance.