our family is gone

The baron looked around, the battlefield gradually calmed down, and the knights of Bastia had all fallen, only wailing and moaning echoed in his ears.

It was the soldiers who were still standing now. They seemed to have not calmed down from the battle just now, and the frenzy on their faces had not subsided, and they looked at this side with fiery eyes.

Leonard alone can match him, and if these sieges, it only takes a row of shots to bring him to death.

But the baron didn't care, his eyes stayed on the fallen Alvin, and he couldn't help but sighed.

lost...

Who would have thought that these heavily armed Bastia knights would lose to the soldiers of a fallen lord.

This is simply a joke and a great shame.

Before the fight, he spoke boldly, but when he turned his head, he was beaten into nonsense. What kind of magic power is there on this land?

"This is not your battle. Hurry up to treat the wounded and clean up the battlefield. Do you still want me to teach you?"

Leonard's voice came through the helmet, and he didn't want soldiers to intervene in the battle between them.

That was the respect one knight gave to another.

The baron also came back to his senses, I haven't lost yet!

Because my battle is not over.

The Baron turned his attention to Leonard again. He could feel the attitude of the other party. Although the two did not communicate directly, they could understand the other party's intentions, and their intersection was nothing more than a battle.

It can only be said that sometimes the meaning between men is very simple.

He was actually distracted by Alvin and the battle situation just now, but now he can finally let go of all that and have a real battle between knights.

"I am Baron Lawrence." The baron did not rush to fight, but put on a noble posture, raised his sword in front of him, "It is an honor to fight with you."

"Hmph! It's useless to talk, Hamlet doesn't welcome intruders."

It is reasonable for the opponent to put on such a posture, as a knight Leonard should also report his name, and then enter the knight duel.

But Leonard didn't have a good face to show him. It wasn't that he didn't know these rules, but that respect didn't mean politeness.

At the same time, he was hanging out with the lord, and he was less and less concerned about these "face projects".

Anyone who tried to get his hands on Hamlet was his enemy, not to mention that these guys dared to target the lord, even more damned!
Lawrence could only smile helplessly when he saw Leonard's attitude. He was indeed an intruder, but he had fallen to this point now.

Feeling the body that had been relieved from the battle just now, the fingers holding the sword couldn't help but open and relax, but instantly clenched tightly and charged forward.

"The glory of the knight!"

Lawrence, who had abandoned all burdens, erupted with unprecedented power, no longer had the slightest reservation, but went all out as soon as he made a move, and swung the long sword in his hand, cutting out fierce attacks.

"Hamlet must win!" Reynard also refused to show weakness and slashed out his long sword, and the two collided again.

duel!

kill!

The battle that erupted between the two was even more intense than before. In a short period of time, Leonard was hit by two swords, but fortunately, the quality of this armor was good enough to block the long sword.

However, the baron was not having a good time either. He was also cut several times by Leonard, and there were several pits in the armor on his body.

But the two continued to slash as if they had no effect at all. This kind of battle is two cans facing each other, and there are only two in the end. Either they are exhausted, or the cans are pried open, otherwise the battle will be difficult to calm down.

That's why Leonard didn't want ordinary soldiers to intervene. Not only can they not keep up, but they can easily disrupt their own rhythm. Also, breaking in without full body armor will definitely lack arms and legs.

If you shoot, those unstable ballistics can easily implicate him.

With one move, Leonard didn't take the opportunity to pull it away. Instead, he raised his hand and held the blade of the long sword, trying to poke the tip of the sword into the gap in the helmet in a stabbing gesture.

This trick is very useful in the face of enemies with high armor. Aim at the gaps where the armor is connected, such as armpits, necks, and masks. As long as you insert it, you can cause a lot of damage to gain an advantage.

That's why many knights wear a robe on the outside of their armor, just to cover the gaps. This Leonard also had a large cross robe that symbolizes the church before, but he doesn't wear it now.

But the baron is not a novice, doesn't he know how to open a can?

He quickly raised his sword to block, and at the same time kicked out to force Leonard back.

But the situation was not that simple. At this time, Leonard let go of the hilt of the sword, holding the blade with both hands as if swinging a baseball bat, and directly used the sword in reverse.

The protruding sword slammed heavily on the helmet and made a dent, and the baron's entire head could not help but tilt to one side.

That's right, he was using a fake move to trick the opponent into attacking. This move can use the sword grid as the tip of an armor-piercing hammer, but it requires certain skills. Most people dare not use it casually like this, otherwise the blade will scratch their own. palm.

But at the same time, the baron kicked out, and Leonard couldn't help but backed up after being hit hard in the abdomen, without giving him a chance to pursue.

The series of outbreaks and the intense consumption of the life-and-death confrontation just now made both sides pause for a while after opening the distance.

Leonard held the hilt of the sword in his hand again, and breathed heavily through the helmet.

The impact on the abdomen was slowly easing, and the other hand couldn't help touching the armor on the abdomen and found a piece of indentation.

This is how the armor deforms and absorbs energy, while distributing the force to other parts of the body, otherwise the kick just now would not have been so simple.

The baron was even more miserable than Leonard. He forcibly tore off the deformed helmet, revealing the face of the middle-aged man. At the same time, there was a stream of blood streaming down his head, which was obviously the blow just now. Caused.

However, the deformation of the helmet also absorbed most of the power, and the baron's physique was good, so he didn't fall into dizziness.

The baron's face didn't fluctuate more due to the injury, which wasn't enough to affect his state.

But injury means that the balance between the two is broken.

He threw away the helmet casually, reached out his hand to take out a tube of medicine from the animal skin pouch on his waist and drank it, but he didn't know the effect.

"This is not the behavior of a knight." Leonard dismissed it, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Drinking medicine during a duel will be nagged for a lifetime.

"You didn't accept my duel challenge just now." The baron played a clever trick, and he could even laugh at this time, but the smile was full of bitterness.

Knowing that he was delaying his recovery, Leonard immediately raised his sword and forced him forward without any nonsense.

Without a helmet, after the next battle, it only needs to be cut with a sword to make the opponent scrap.

The advantage is mine!

The baron didn't panic at all, because the medicine had already taken effect.

"Clang!"

The two long swords collided, just like so many times before, but Leonard felt that the feedback force was even heavier as soon as they fought.

But before he could react further, the baron showed a faster speed and chased after him.

Although the potion doesn't have much side effects, the price is that the effect will disappear soon, and he must beat the opponent within this time period.

Bastia lost and he had to win!

Under the action of the potion, the baron exploded with stronger strength and speed. The most terrifying thing is that he can carry and control this force.

Leonard was suppressed by his violent attack for a while, and sword marks burst out on his body one after another, and some positions of the armor that had been attacked many times could not hold up.

The successive heavy blows made it difficult for Leonard to parry. Without waiting for Leonard to react, the baron clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slammed the weight at the end of the hilt towards the helmet like a heavy hammer.

He will also use similar moves.

A sudden dizziness took control of Leonard's body, and the baron took the opportunity to swing his long sword with all his strength and slashed at him.

Under the power of the fierce attack, the sword edge finally tore through the battle-scarred armor. The baron kicked Leonard away violently, and then pulled out the blood-stained long sword.

"Hahaha!" The exhilarating effect of the medicine made him unable to control his emotions, as if he was about to have a final carnival.

Leonard, who was hit hard one after another, felt dizzy for a moment at first, but he was slashed by the sword in the blink of an eye, and the severe pain tore his body, and that kick made him fall to the ground, with blood flowing from his chest. Spilled from the front rift.

Lance, who was treating the wounded and gathering the horses, seemed to have noticed something, and couldn't help but look over.

When he found out that the baron was playing tricks, he couldn't help but frown.

If you hit me, why don't you drink my medicine?
"Leonard stop playing, we still have a lot of things to deal with." Lance's voice came slowly, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power.

Leonard who fell to the ground could feel the dizziness subside instantly, and the clear perception took over the body again.

It was because of this that he could feel his flesh and blood healing, the fatigue accumulated in the battle quickly dissipated, and instead, hot power like the scorching sun surged from his body.

That is the power of the lord, just like the sun, spreading power to the earth.

"The sun hasn't set yet~" Leonard stood up again with his long sword in his hand, his posture didn't look injured at all.

The baron naturally sensed the change coming from Leonard, and immediately wanted to go up and swing his sword to make up for it.

"Go away!" But when he slashed at Leonard's head with his sword, the certificate of champion had been erected again, and he blocked it without any weakness.

In the next second, Leonard kicked out, and the outburst of force directly knocked the baron back.

"I am bathed in the sun." Leonard clasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and held up the certificate of champion, his belief was extremely firm.

Lance, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was even more shocked. Leonard clearly hadn't awakened his extraordinary power, but...

That's right, Junia said that she felt the power of the Holy Light on him, and now Lance saw it too.

The dazzling light lingered on him, even resonating with the sun in the sky.

The baron couldn't see this, but his life-and-death instinct told him that the next move was a decisive victory, and immediately charged with a roar regardless of everything.

"Bastia will never fall!"

"Enjoy the glory of the scorching sun!"

Leonard moved almost at the same time, and charged forward with his sword raised.

It is obviously an ordinary long sword, but it seems to be coated with a layer of golden light, and his posture of charging is like a holy spear in the hands of an angel.

The distance between the two was instantly shortened, and the excellent armor was pierced like a piece of paper, looking like a fiery spear piercing the baron.

The two figures stopped, and the baron looked down at the long sword piercing through him, before Leonard suddenly drew it out without waiting for any more reactions.

The damage it caused was even more exaggerated than the penetration, and blood even gushed out along the gap in the armor.

And this blow completely drained the baron's life force, and he fell to the ground on his back while swaying, his hand loosened but the hilt of the sword was still tightly held in his hand.

"Yes... I lost..."

Who would have thought that Baron Lawrence, known as the "Left Hand of Bastia", who had participated in many wars and used the heads of barbarians as stairs to climb up step by step, would have fallen in such a village.

What's even more ridiculous is that he doesn't even know who his opponent is until now.

And this is also the fate of the intruder who disregarded human life and drove the wolf to kill in Hamlet.

Perhaps it was only now that Lawrence realized that this scheming and unjust war had finally come to an end.

But that was him, not Leonard.

He could feel that the years of dark wounds were dissipating, as if the shackles were being taken off, and he had never felt so relaxed and full of vitality, so he couldn't help raising his long sword and roaring.

"Hamlet must win!"

Freed from the shackles of psychological and hidden wounds, at this moment Leonard returns to the realm of the master!

The surrounding soldiers immersed in the battle finally reacted, and cheers rang out one after another.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and save people, don't let them die, it's all money."

Lance walked out of it. The figure was not at all tired after the battle, but showed a leisurely look, as if he was taking a walk just now.

Those soldiers also came back to their senses. When the excitement subsided, they were intensely exhausted. Even with Lance's treatment, the blood they shed was real.

Moreover, Lance did not give them too strong a blessing, but only repaired the hidden injuries left by their training.

The reason is very simple, large-scale enhancement consumes too much spirituality, he can only select some outstanding ones to focus on enhancement, and then give others small enhancements.

That is to say, after this battle, some people here are destined to widen the gap, but this is reality.

The strong are always strong, because they occupy more resources.

But don't forget that these people are destined to be transferred to the personal guards. Lance doesn't need protection, which means that these are special troops he specially trained to fight against extraordinary people and all kinds of messy monsters.

Still complied with Lance's creed, what kind of treatment you enjoy, you have to bear the responsibility.

It's just that it is more important to clean up the battlefield first.

Lance dragged a person in his hand and threw it beside the baron. Looking at the exquisite armor, isn't it the boy Alvin?

Sensing the baron's body, Lance raised his hand and healed most of the penetrating wound, leaving a skin wound as a souvenir for him, as long as he is guaranteed not to die.

"My lord, is this?" Leonard noticed Lance's shot.

"These guys are all subordinates of the great nobles, and they have plenty of money." Lance kicked Alvin and said, "Just this one, I offer a price of [-] gold coins and he has to agree, how can I be willing to let them die? ~"

The smile on Lance's face became more and more rampant... (End of this chapter)