our family is gone

Laura's words were unabashedly scolding the person in charge for not listening to her advice, but no one paid attention to her at this time, because these people holding the team looked like workers, but in fact they were all soldiers who had cooperated with the Eagles. This cry means something.

But those people were never afraid. They had fought with barbarian warriors, so how could they be afraid of such a similar lunatic?
The barbarians at least all have leather armor, and these bare-chested madmen are like corpses in front of them.

The well-trained guards drew their weapons from the carriage one after another, and the carriage fence was removed and turned into shields in their hands, forming a defense line at a good speed.

The fat man stepped out of the carriage and looked at the weirdos without much panic. He just raised the torch in his hand.

Falcon's warning gave the convoy some time, but it would not hinder the actions of those weirdos.

They took advantage of the cover of twilight and continued to emerge, launching a fearless charge towards the convoy.

The convoy was at the front, so it was the first to bear their impact. Facing the cultists waving their sharp claws, the guards raised their plank-like shields in an orderly manner to block them.

After only ten seconds of warning, the two sides collided, and a dense muffled sound was heard for a while.

Not to mention, the cultists' crazy offensive was actually stopped by them.

Not everyone had a shield, and some confident guards slashed at the cultists with their swords. Blood and flesh spattered for a moment, and their cruel smiles were reflected in the flickering firelight, seeming to feel pleasure.

Not everyone can build the psychology of soldiers like Lance, nor will they have generous material benefits and holidays.

These soldiers who were pushed up by the count to fight with the barbarians and survived, some of them were left with nothing but crazy killings under the high pressure of death.

And they are also immersed in it. Only in this way can the tense nerves be slightly relieved.

But what they encountered today were cultists even crazier than them.

Those swords struck them and caused exaggerated injuries, but what they received in return was not pleasant wailing screams, but instead high-pitched and excited shouts.

“God please watch me!”

Those guards watched the wounds heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. With the blessing of the evil power that enveloped Hamlet, their strength was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Then the counterattacks of the cultists began to show. When the guards were stunned, they swung out the sharp claws in their hands and penetrated those bodies with ease.

The person holding the wooden shield was also pushed away by the powerful force of the cultist, and then he used his sharp claws to tear his flesh and blood, regardless of the dagger that penetrated him.

But in the next second, the wounds of the cultists healed, and the guards fell forever. Their horrified faces did not expect such an ending at all.

The originally relatively stable situation had a vague tendency to collapse, and the cultists broke through the front and began to spread.

These cultists, who have no logic and only want to kill, are eyeing the fat body of the person in charge, because sacrificing so much flesh and blood will definitely make the gods notice them!

To some extent, the followers of the Ascension Sect discriminated against fat people, but when they came to kill them, no one would stand up for the fat people.

At this moment, the fat man raised the torch in his hand, then raised his hand, as if he was pulling out of the flames above, and then waved it towards the cultists.

A flame burst out fiercely, swallowing up the approaching cultists as if under control, leaving obvious burns on their bodies.

Hands of fire!

Laura drew her bow and nocked an arrow, but did not shoot it because she also felt that this fat man was not simple, and now it turned out to be true.

He is a warlock, and he is also a warlock who controls fire. The thing in his hand is not a torch, but a short torch staff.

If this move is discovered by the church, he will definitely be beaten as a blasphemer, and then the Inquisition, the Inquisition, and the like will be dispatched.

But he survived under the protection of Count Bastia, and he still held such an important position.

But now is not the time to think about this. The charred skin on the surface of the cultist who was swallowed up by the flames quickly cracked and then fell off.

This won't kill them.

"call out!"

An arrow was poured directly from the eyeball, killing a cultist directly.

Laura took action after all, because she would be suspected if she didn't take action, and the cultists had already charged, and she didn't have the confidence to stop all the cultists on her own.

The bow string in his hand jumped, and the arrows accurately hit his eyes and penetrated into his brain.

"Chop off their heads!"

These were also soldiers who had chopped down barbarians. They soon discovered that the head was the weakness of the cultists. After finding the direction, they were able to escape from the shock.

Sword cuts halted the rout.

The warlock raised his hand and struck from the torch, and the flames poured directly into the mouth, nose, eyes and ears of a cultist, burning the brain into coke, and the entire helmet radiated heat.

And this time, he didn't stand up again.

Just when the warlock wanted to expand his victory, he suddenly seemed to be attacked by some invisible force, letting out a miserable wail, and the flames on the torch in his hand also distorted, and then became dim, as if a gust of wind could Blow it out.

What happened?

Not many people caught up in the melee realized it was the enemy spellcaster.

When Laura saw something was wrong, she immediately prepared to escape.

But when she looked back, it was a bigger problem...

Because it was convenient for Laura to shelter, Margaret and the woman followed the position closest to the convoy, but when the cultists rushed over, they met them immediately.

Your hands and feet may be sore from hunger, but when it comes to a life-and-death situation, don't underestimate human potential.

Facing the sharp claws swung by the cultists, his body squeezed out the last bit of strength and waved the spear wrapped in rags in his hand to resist.

But how could her strength be compared to the crazy cultist? The spear immediately fell out of her hands the moment she touched it.

Seeing that he was about to suffer a serious blow, an arrow pierced the back of the cultist's neck, interrupting his movements. However, this was not a fatal injury and it only took a breath to recover.

What's even more terrifying is that the refugees are in a panic, because just now the cultists have started killing the refugees behind the convoy.

These refugees have no power to resist at all, they are just flesh and blood targets, and this directly detonates the refugees, and chaos is spreading.

The situation began to collapse, and Laura couldn't even care about Margaret and the others, because she was also affected by the refugees, and the cultists on the other side were approaching, directly sandwiching her in the middle.

At this moment, gunfire rang out, followed by the neighing of war horses.

what's going on?
Laura didn't know what happened, so she quickly climbed onto the top of a nearby carriage to take a look.

I saw the light of torches rising on the other side of the path, and a group of fully armed knights joined the battlefield. The sabers in their hands flew past the heads of the cultists and rose into the sky, attacking them from behind.

When they got a little closer, the hard-fighting guards also discovered that wasn't it the Bastia-style knight's armor?

"Support is here!"

"Steady, steady!" "..."

This inexplicable team suddenly made people feel excited, but Laura didn't think so.

She had gone on many missions with the army as a group of eagles, but she knew very well that none of the knights in Bastia used sabers.

Not to mention that the figure among the leaders had no armor, but held a torch in one hand and a long-barreled musket in the other, which made her feel frightened, as if she was remembering something.

It's that man!
But the man's figure did not follow her gaze at all, but rushed over directly, raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

Gunfire exploded and lead bullets roared out.

While Laura was still in a daze, she ran directly into a cultist who was massacring refugees.

The other party seemed to notice his gaze and couldn't help but look over. The two made slight contact with each other, but it was just a quick glance. They didn't even have time to take a closer look and they missed each other in an instant. At this time, Laura came back to her senses.

He simply gave up, turned around, jumped out of the car, and took advantage of the chaos to escape into the darkness...

When the spear in her hand was taken off, Margaret, who was bare-handed and facing those crazy cultists, was already in a desperate situation.

Is this all finally coming to an end?

At this moment, a gunshot rang out, and the cultist in front of him suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground. Only then could he vaguely see the black iron helmet torn by lead bullets.

Looking up, I saw a man holding a torch leaping out of the horse. The musket in his hand was spitting out strong fire in the darkness. The cultists fell under his gun one by one.

As a musketeer, Margaret didn't even react. Why could his gun fire randomly without loading?

The only one who could deal with the firepower of a dozen people was Lance, who used the showroom to change his clothes. This troop was not the Bastia reinforcements that the guards thought it was at all, but just part of the cavalry led by Lance.

A large part of the equipment they wear is from the Knights, even the horses, of course they look the same.

At this time, the cavalry also crossed the convoy and charged forward.

Even if the wind of corruption increases the strength of the cultists, Hamlet's cavalry does not stand still.

"kill!"

When Leonard's long sword swings by, there will definitely be a cultist left with a broken limb or arm. No one dares to test the sharpness of the Champion's Certificate.

Fire lit up in the forest nearby, and the elite scouts came up and stabbed or cut off the heads with their daggers. They cooperated with each other and ended the cultists who were maimed by the cavalry.

Disma's figure walked out of the darkness, and he was dragging the cult priest on his hand. He had several gunshot wounds on his body. What was even more serious was that almost half of his throat was cut open. Blood was pouring out, but actually like this None of them are dead yet.

The strange vitality brought about by the corruption of flesh and blood is really terrifying.

When Leonard led the cavalry into the battlefield, Disma found the cult priest hiding in the darkness and cast spells, and killed him.

With the intervention of Hamlet's army, the cultists didn't have much room to resist. Even if some wanted to struggle, the musket in Lance's hand was no joke.

The situation was soon brought under control, and powerful measures were used to stabilize the situation when the refugees were about to collapse.

It's just that the people in the convoy were somewhat unresponsive, because the cavalry who they thought were their own turned their weapons on them after killing the cultists.

This is not right...

"Everyone squat down! Those who resist die!"

But those cavalrymen didn't talk nonsense to them. The blood-stained sabers stretched across the front, which directly confused the guards. They were stunned for a while and didn't know what to do.

But looking at their actions, it was obvious that they had no intention of taking action.

Revolt?

Don't be kidding, they were already fighting with the cultists and suffered heavy casualties. Against the heavily armed knights, it only took one charge to destroy them.

They didn't dare to bet on how the long knife that had just struck the cultist would feel when it hit them.

What's more, they saw some scouts treating some guards who were not dead. This situation showed that the other party had no reason to kill them, and they put down their weapons without the person in charge saying anything.

As for the person in charge?
After taking control of the situation, Lance turned his horse's head and came to the particularly prominent carriage.

The wind of corruption blowing in Hamlet intensifies and becomes even more apparent in the cult priest.

Not to mention that the death that comes with killing fills the air of Hamlet with the evil power their spells need to invoke.

It is precisely because of this that the impact on the caster is more intense. The pyromancer was severely injured by the evil priest's enhanced version of the [Soul-Absorbing Curse] just now.

If Lance and the others had arrived a little later, the massive death might have been enough for the cult priest to cast a range of magic to completely kill them here.

Lance was a very hospitable and kind-hearted man. When he saw the fat man overturning his carriage to the ground, he quickly got off his horse and bent down to help him up from the ground.

It was just inevitable that he lost his grip on the torch and fell to the ground.

Eh!Why did I drop my torch here?

Lance picked up the extinguished torch staff and put it in the display room, then thrust the torch into the fat man's hand.

Then he raised his hand to lift the fat man up from the ground, and playfully patted his protruding belly.

"Are you OK?"

The fat man should be able to be entrusted with important tasks by the count. He was hit hard without any precautions just now, and now he is slowly reacting.

He didn't understand this man who appeared out of nowhere, and the stranger's appearance made him subconsciously want to stay away.

Because this is the rule for spell casters, only by keeping a distance can spells be cast more safely.

But soon he realized that something was wrong in his hand, and he couldn't help but look at the thing in his hand...

Where is my staff?

The fat man was stunned for a moment. That was extraordinary equipment that he had worked very hard to obtain. It was part of the warlock's inheritance.

Why did it become tattered?
The fat man's face instantly turned ferocious, his smile completely gone, and he looked like a cooked fat pig's head.

"I saved you, and you don't say thank you..." Lance showed no fear at all, playing with the musket in his hand, "Isn't this inappropriate~"

When the fat man saw it, he suddenly woke up and reached out to touch his waist.

The empty feeling directly broke through the defense and blurted out.

"That's my gun!"

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