Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 455 The Old Man Returns

The northern frontier is still extremely cold in August.Even the towering Maitland Mountains cannot block the endless cold wind from the extreme arctic ice sheet.

What's more, there is a cold environment composed of ice creatures that come over the mountains with the undead, which puts pressure on the two important cities of La Rochelle, Lovisa and Alderney, making the important cities A thick layer of frost formed on the outer protective barrier.

La Rochelle still doesn't know why the undead attacked La Rochelle's northern border so much regardless of losses.

At this time, the generals of Lovisa and Alderney can only be thankful that behind them, the Tower of the North Wind is still standing, which can ensure that they have no worries behind them, and the undead cannot completely siege the city.

And this also made the "unknown little knight" who passed the news to Solkonan gain a lot of prestige on the border. Some people even called him the "Knight of Star Prophecy" and specially He made up a long story and spread it orally in the army and in the city.

Although the decision of the current King Kelsen Herman to personally conscript has caused a lot of criticism in the court, his appearance on the front line has greatly improved the morale of the front line soldiers.And his personal conquest also forced those local nobles to send troops to support them, which made the two important cities relatively easy to handle.

There is even extra energy to be used to regain lost ground.

The gray-black fog of war pervades the plains of northern Xinjiang, and the foot of Maitland Mountain after the melting of ice and snow is a large area of ​​tundra. In the gray morning, dark green low shrubs squirm in the wind. If you observe the shrubs carefully, you will find that these shrubs are actually moving forward slowly.

The height of a group of bushes suddenly increased, and two legs grew from below.And the rest of the bushes lifted one by one, and then those bushes were thrown aside, revealing the warriors in light indigo armor hiding beneath them.

"Captain, those skulls seem to have gone back." A soldier rubbed his eyes with dark circles, bloodshot eyes, "The closer to the north, the more undead."

"If it weren't for the cover of the pine forest, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to get here..." Another soldier interjected, "You know, I heard the sound of horseshoes just ten meters away from me, it must be death Knight, I almost..."

"Be quiet."

"Captain Hermi." The soldiers turned their heads one after another, and a soldier who was dressed in the same clothes as them had a serious face, "I have sneaked here, and we must be more cautious in every step of the next step."

"Yes, Captain."

And the man named Hemi took out a scroll from his arms, took out the magic spar and stacked it on it. He looked directly at the gray-black fog in front of him, and his eyes were gradually coated with a layer of blue light.

"I see, this is...how could it be an intermediate fortress of the undead?" Hermi's voice suddenly rose, and her face turned livid.Before the soldiers behind him could ask a question, Hermi yelled and fell straight back.

"Captain Hermi!" The soldier yelled in a suppressed voice. He hadn't stepped forward to help Hermi up, but he heard Hermi's voice was full of panic, and he swiped himself backwards with his elbow indiscriminately: "Run, this man It's an intermediate fortress, with a lich, a lich who can look back!"

The faces of the soldiers all changed. It took them more than half a month to sneak in here. Although it is not that they have never encountered a Lich camp, they have never seen a Lich who can spy on them. Pass!

You know, the eagle eye scrolls in their hands were personally carved by the six-ring mage, and the "anti-detection" spell was superimposed on them. Those who can detect their existence are at least six-ring level liches!
They immediately started to turn around and run back, but there was already the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Death knight!

Desperation spread among the soldiers. They ran hard, but the sound of hooves was getting closer.Hermi turned her head hastily, and saw the slender sword breaking out of the gray fog, less than ten meters away from them!
"Run!" He shouted with all his strength, and at the same time turned around and swung his hand, a scroll and a new scroll had been unfolded, and the raging fire was burning on it in an instant, as if it would erupt in the next second.

The bright red light made his face red, his face was full of determination, his eyes were closed tightly - the spell drawn in the spell scroll was the fifth-ring spell "Hell Flame", which could not guarantee the destruction of a high-level death Knight, but killing himself is more than enough.

But at this moment, Hermi found that the sound of magic tremors and crackling flames in his ears disappeared, and the sound of the soldiers fleeing behind him also stopped.On the contrary, a muffled sound of wind rolled in behind him, enveloping his body in it.

He opened his eyes in surprise, only to see a figure shorter than himself standing in front of him. The blood-colored cloak and the red tassel on the silver helmet were fluttering in the wind, and a blue handle was held in one hand in his right hand. The sharp edge of the sword was facing the death knight rushing out of the fog of war.

"Get away! I'm hell..." Hermi yelled incoherently, but only halfway through her words, the blade in the hand of the man in front of her was already raised. Hermi didn't see any unnecessary movements from him, but the man The body of the mighty and tall death knight, who was almost twice as tall as that man, suddenly split from the middle.

Just when Hermi thought it was a skill like the "Second Body Art" mastered by the death knight, the death knight's split body fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of flying mud——

"Dead... dead?"

Hermi was stunned for a few seconds before he figured out what happened, and looked at the back with even more astonishment: "You... who are you?"

The man didn't turn around, and the sound of horseshoes sounded from behind him at this moment.

He turned his head to look, but found that his subordinates were all staying in place, and a row of heavy cavalry in blue and silver armor had already walked to his side. The glory of the Central Capital is undeniable, and there seems to be a calming force attached to it.

And the figure standing in front of Hermi raised his long sword in front of his chest at this time, and a cold female voice sounded in Hermi's ears:

"Silver Helmets, charge."

After she finished speaking, the hooves of the horse behind her rumbled, and the silver-helmed knights charged fearlessly, colliding head-on with the death knight rushing out of the mist.

What happened in front of him made Hermi dumbfounded. He didn't know who this woman was, and why there was such an unknown "Silver Helmets" appearing here.

What's even more exaggerated is that the battle in front of him is one-sided.Those undead knights collided with the silver-helmed knights, but they almost shattered at the touch.Those silver-helmed knights rushed straight to the fort ahead-the gates there were not yet closed.

"Ge...Ge, sir, that is an intermediate fortress, there are liches, there are liches!" Hermi reported to the female knight in a panic, and the latter turned around, and what appeared in front of him was A clear and beautiful face, and a few strands of chestnut-colored long hair exposed.

"Which regiment are you from?" she asked after a sidelong glance of her beautiful eyes.

"I, I am Hemi, the captain of the seventh unit of the Eagle Strike Scout of the Third Legion. Your Excellency is..."

The female knight turned her head back again, squinting at the fortress in the distance, and suddenly raised the long sword in her hand.

However, the black clouds in the distance twisted into whirlpools, shaped like tornadoes, and countless white faces floated among the tornadoes.Hermi's face turned pale again—the tornado was accompanied by an extremely shrill scream, and there was no doubt that the lich guarding the fortress had made a move.

But the female knight acted as if she hadn't heard anything. She held her breath for a moment, and then just pointed the long sword in her hand forward——

"Tch-crack!"

Amid the cracking sound, the screams disappeared.Hermi looked at the tornado black cloud again, but saw that it had broken into two pieces.

And what was disconnected along with it was the fog of war in front of him.

and the outer walls of that fortress.

Hermi stared dumbfounded at the huge gap that appeared in the fortress, as if a piece had been removed out of thin air.He subconsciously activated the eagle eye technique again, only to realize that the gap was not the end point—all the houses behind the gap were chopped into pieces, and even the main tower of the fortress was cut with an extremely wide opening.

And a skeleton wearing a robe was deeply pressed into the wall corresponding to the opening, unable to move.

The fog of war around him was still surging, but it couldn't be closed for a long time. The noisy wind blew in it, allowing this piece of land that had been shrouded in the fog of war for more than half a year to enjoy the fresh air again.

With one sword, you can split the fog, break the city, split the ground, smash the tower, split the cloud, and cut the enemy.

When did La Rochelle produce such a wild female knight?
Hermi couldn't help mumbling, looking at the body that was already as tall as a giant in her eyes, a name suddenly popped up in her mind:
"You, you're Kerry—"

Before he could speak, he saw the female knight raised her hand, and a gust of wind blocked his mouth, and then she turned around, with no superfluous expression on her face.

"This is the place where it was first captured. Tap Town is not where your scouts should come. The undead will reoccupy this place. Go back and tell Lovisa and Alderney to shrink the line of defense. The undead may launch a general attack in the near future."

Hermi hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and replied, "Yes..."

When he raised his head again, he saw that the female knight had sheathed her sword and was walking towards the fortress, and hurriedly shouted: "Then where are you going? Lovisa and Alderney need your strength!" "

The female knight didn't even stop her footsteps, she just said lightly:
"I'm heading north."

Hermi looked at the figure walking away in a daze, but after a while, she heard the sound of horseshoes coming from behind her again.He turned his head and found that it was a lonely war horse in light armor, chasing forward quickly.

After a few more breaths, the figure in the red cloak rode on the horse, leading a whole group of knights through the city gate, and turned to gallop towards the Maitland Mountains in the north.

"Captain, she... who is she?"

Only then did the soldiers gather around and ask.

And Hermi stared at the distant figure of the team of knights for a long time, and then replied softly:

"She is Jane Christine."

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Jane Christine walked slowly in the Maitland Mountains with the reins in hand.Behind her, all the cavalry looked relaxed and kept laughing.

"Captain, I'm still worried about the Lich, you 'click' it with one sword, and it's built into the wall!"

A cavalryman smiled heartily, his voice full of admiration for Jane Christine.

"Isn't it not long since we came out of the mountain? Why are we going into the mountain again?" Another cavalryman asked.And what followed was a series of words, like "Just go home and have a look", "What to look at, you will know to go home, wouldn't it be nice to go out with the head to kill the skeleton?"

The noisy voice made Jane, who was walking in the front, frown slightly, and let out a soft "tsk", even if this sound was swallowed by the sound of horseshoes in an instant, the cavalry behind immediately fell silent.

"Let's go further north, to see the ice field." She then said.

"Going to the ice field? This..." The cavalry was in a mess again, and the idea proposed by the head of the group was too scary-just kidding, the extreme northern ice field, just the undead base camp where there are many monsters that are cold and uneaten , Isn't it courting death to go to that kind of place?
As if Christine didn't hear the commotion behind him this time, Drooping continued: "This trip is very dangerous. You should think about it carefully. You might die on the ice sheet and you won't be able to go home."

But as soon as she uttered these words, the cavalry behind her fell silent, and only one voice sounded:
"Master, if we were afraid of death, we wouldn't choose to come out with you."

Christine turned her head slightly, and it was her current deputy, a young man named Albert, who was speaking.

Her heart suddenly warmed, and she was glad that she was able to find such a group of "mountain people"—she found the mountain people's village in the Maitland Mountains three months ago. off them.

They have migrated and settled here from Palannia for nearly 500 years, even earlier than La Rochelle.

And Jane Christine didn't even make any promises to the mountain people, she just said that she needed some manpower, and these mountain people handed over fifty young people to her, even with horses and armor-these armors were Handcrafted by dwarves in the Maitland Mountains, it is of the highest quality.

Perhaps this is the so-called "luck"?
She was silent, and when she turned her head to look at the cavalry behind her, a young face suddenly appeared in her mind, and the pointed elf ears and green eyes were lingering in her memory.

"Cyril Adrian, I don't know how...how are you doing now?"

she muttered in a low voice.

If it weren't for that young man, the undead would have turned into a sea of ​​bones, engulfing most of the northern border, right?
"I hope that when I come back, I can see you appearing in the northern land with the Knights."

As she spoke, she suddenly tightened her grip on the horse's belly.

The horse under the crotch neighed, rolled up two snow-covered dust and mud, and led the entire knight group all the way north.

(End of this chapter)