Devil's Journey

Chapter 282 Destiny's Blessing
Locke held the pitchfork, he was trembling, and he also felt his comrades trembling, they were all scared, the knight, the existence that all the serfs were in awe of.

An off-white flag hung on a flagpole that wasn't very straight, with two unknown characters lined up and down on the flag.

The serfs didn't know those two characters, but the instructors told them that those two characters were pronounced as "destiny", and the serfs didn't understand what the awkward word "destiny" meant.

The instructors told them that it meant the blessing of fate. The serfs still had a vague understanding, but the impatient instructors were too lazy to explain any more. If they wanted to know, they tried to become instructors. I can hear the teachings of the master monk.

Locke murmured tremblingly: "Destiny, destiny." It was as if he once prayed for the protection of the gods. He didn't know if it would be useful, or he hoped it would be useful, but his reason suggested that he was useless, just as he prayed for 20 Nian gods shelter.

Ha ha, what use can it be.

A look of crying and laughter appeared on the stiff face, and blood oozes from the cracked wound on his cheek. Locke's breathing became more and more rapid, but fortunately, he was not in the first row.

The horseshoes trampled on the snow, the sound was not so clear, but the speed was still fast. The horse in the burqa and iron armor was like a beast, and the knight in the exquisite plate armor on the horse was even more mighty, with a sharp long blade The heavy lance is even more frightening.

The faces of the serfs standing in the front row were extremely pale, especially the serf who was facing the knight. Fear had already occupied his barren brain, and his heartbeat seemed to have stopped. Watching the lance slash across his neck like a poisonous snake.

Blood spurted and spattered, the white spine was exposed, and the small half of the neck was still connected together. There was confusion in the eyes, as if he didn't know that he had been killed.

The lance changed from a poisonous snake to a python, more than 40 centimeters long, like a broad-bladed dagger, drawing a circular arc, and the roaring knight suddenly exerted force with both arms, forcing out a rain of blood.

There was even a serf whose head was blown off by the blade of a gun, and the white brain was mixed with blood, forming a strange color.

It was only at this moment that Locke understood why his ancestors were so in awe of knights for generations. He held his breath, and with his eyes enlarged, he looked at the gorgeous and brutal scene in front of him, and his fear surged uncontrollably.

When the heavy lance drew a large circle, the entire line of defense of the serf soldiers was torn apart. Two subordinates shouted and waved long-handled knives. Their task was to follow their uncle and be torn apart along the way. The line of defense, causing as much damage as possible.

Although the experience of the two young servants is not so experienced, and the horses did not wear iron armor, they still caused great casualties to the serfs. The heavy chain mail on their bodies protected them very well, and they would not be hurt by the farm tools thrown in the chaos. wounded.

In the blink of an eye, the severely injured serfs showed signs of collapse, and contempt appeared in the knight's eyes. These humble serfs were really vulnerable.

But at this time, the angry instructor didn't run away because of fear, holding the halberd, knowing that he was no match for the knight, but the instructor who roared that he was no longer a serf rushed forward without hesitation. go up.

The roaring war horse knocked a panicked serf into the air, and the nearly four-meter-long heavy lance stabbed or chopped, swung or smashed, and within a few breaths, a large area was cleared.

When the instructor wearing half-body scale armor roared and rushed over, the knight had a sneer on his face, laughing at the other party's recklessness.

Practicing martial arts for more than 30 years has allowed him to completely beat the opponent in terms of skills. The soldier who was a serf not long ago, the gap is too big, and the physique of the bronze upper rank is far better than the opponent's black iron middle rank.

In the eyes of the knight, the opponent is not much better than the serf, and it only needs to be stabbed with one shot.
"Ahhh!"

A serf soldier who was yelling wildly rushed out from the other side, but the knight's two nephews were busy chasing down the serf and forgot that the wings were behind him.

But the knight didn't panic, he continued to stab with his lance, and at the same time he shook his arms, the blade swung away the instructor's halberd like it was light and heavy, and then the sharp blade pierced into the instructor's chest .

The seemingly solid scale armor was as thin as a piece of paper at this moment, and the sharp steel gun blade pierced through the instructor's chest in an instant, and the gun blade stabbed out from his back with blood.

But the instructor suddenly let go of the halberd and grabbed the lance tightly, causing the knight to frown. Just as the knight was about to throw the soldier away with a wave of his arm, the serf who seemed to have fallen into madness tried his best to throw the soldier away. The pitchfork poked the face of the horse that cooperated with the master in assassinating the instructor.

There was a shrill neigh, and the horse whose eyes were poked by the pitchfork jumped up in pain. The knight held the gun with one hand and controlled the rein with one hand, and wanted to maintain it angrily, but unfortunately he couldn't get both.

The war horse was already mad, jumping wildly, the pitchfork was thrown out, and flew out with a huge eyeball. After fighting bravely, Locke rolled with his head in his arms, avoiding the impact and stampede of the war horse.

And the knight had to give up being caught by the powerful lance by the instructor, and then jumped off the crazy horse. With his superb skills and strong physique, the knight in heavy armor rolled on the ground , and then quickly jumped up, drawing out the knight sword and one-handed axe on his waist.

An exclamation sounded from a distance. It turned out that the two subordinates found out that something happened to their uncle, so they immediately gave up the drama of killing the serfs, and then rushed over quickly.

Locke's chest was thumping wildly, and the blow just now almost used up all his courage and strength, but at the same time, he felt a wonderful change in his body.

The originally weak body has become stronger, his strength seems to have become greater, and his sluggish spirit has become much fuller. In short, Locke feels that he has become different.

swoosh~
A short and thick crossbow bolt flew by and pierced fiercely into the back of a retinue cavalryman. The mail armor couldn't defend against the heavy crossbow at close range. On the side, the war horse ran not far away, stopped slowly, turned back in confusion, and then walked to his master.

Another servant panicked, threw away the long-handled knife, took out the shield hanging on the side of the horse, and then drew out the long sword, as if wanting to defend against possible crossbow arrows.

A crossbowman in the distance stabilized his mind. The arrow was able to hit. He was actually a little surprised. His arms were still trembling, and he was a little weak in winding. I mustered up my courage.

The knight scolded angrily, "Idiot." He didn't expect that at the critical moment, the two seemingly shrewd nephews would make mistakes frequently.

But at this time, the serfs who were about to collapse, as if a group of hyenas saw a lion in distress, hatred and greed appeared in their eyes.

The knight was a little flustered, but it didn't matter, as long as his nephew arrived and got him on the horse, he could quickly leave the battlefield.

But you must know that this serf centurion is not the only one on the battlefield. Other serf teams seem to have discovered that there is a single knight here.

Picking up the war halberd lying on the ground, Locke stared at the servant with a frightened face. It turned out that the children of the noble family would also be afraid!

An inexplicable feeling came to my heart, and Locke unconsciously showed a sinister smile, holding the halberd in both hands, and wanted to stab the subordinate.

The sound of crossbow strings sounded, and the short and thick crossbow bolts were nailed to the shield raised by the subordinate. Fortunately, the subordinate also saw Locke rushing towards him holding the halberd. Fear came to his heart again, and he finally chose to run away.

Abandoning his knight master, his uncle, all his glory, and fled in a hurry.

Seeing that he was abandoned, the knight felt remorse for the first time, and doubted himself for the first time, but soon, he couldn't care about these things.

The long sword and one-handed ax kept beheading the serfs with crude farm tools. The knight was like a lion. Although he was brave and invincible, he became weaker and weaker.

When more serfs and cavaliers swarmed in, the knight gradually couldn't stand it anymore, and the plate armor on his body was smashed into many dents. The dizzy knight finally fell down, and was smashed to death by the crazy serfs.

Holding the halberd in his hand, Locke looked at the dead instructor. He didn't know his name, nor did he know if he had any family members.

When he died, he muttered feebly that he was no longer a serf.

Locke pulled out the lance from the instructor's chest, hesitated for a moment, then went to find the flag that had been dropped at some time, raised it again, and then walked to the instructor's side, and said softly: "May Heaven blesses you."

　I'm sorry, I'm addicted to the writing of tricks in these few chapters, and I kind of recall the feeling of reading knight novels in the past.

　　
　
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