savior epic

Chapter 130 Catching up with Myron
Myron gritted his teeth and looked at the man who was chasing him with hatred.

"Lord, are you protecting him?" Myron muttered, touching the poisoned dagger at his waist, others did not know which Lord he was talking about, "I would like to dedicate a hundred times what he can give to you, my host."

Lord above.

If the chasing man and his several cavalry were not dealt with, it would be a matter of time before they were caught up with the speed of Myron and the eldest son, and they had no power to fight back, being pierced by the spear from behind.

He tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and said loudly, "I can't get rid of it, turn around and line up! There are only seven of them!"

The upper-class slaves in light armor obeyed and turned their horses one after another. The eldest son next to Merun hid behind the upper-class slaves wisely, took the flag from the slaves, and held a crossbow in his hand. .

Myron picked up his spear, kicked up his spurs, stabbed his war horse in pain, and roared: "Charge, under the protection of the gods!"

Afterwards, he took the lead and led the high-class slaves to rush over.

The man noticed Myron's reaction and immediately shouted to adjust the plastic surgery.

The cavalry around them were high-spirited and lined up in an extremely orderly manner. Following the man's order, they drove their horses and trotted for ten meters before quickly entering the charge state.

The spears of both sides were leveled almost at the same time, and they bombarded each other fearlessly.

150 meter
100 meter
The distance between the two sides was getting closer at the speed of a strong wind, and they both held their breaths.

70 meter.
30 meter.
When the last ten meters are left.

The man pulled up the reins, stomped on the spurs, and the horse roared angrily, leaped half a step forward, and kicked its hind legs high, almost in a jumping posture.

The man pointed the spear point slightly downwards, thrust it out, and aimed it at the throat of the superior slave, who also extended his riding spear.

The spear made a dull sound and broke in an instant, and then the superior slave was blocked by the charging spear, and the rein was still tightened with one hand, and the whole person fell backwards as if weightless. The horse under him Surprised by the loud noise and bloodshed, his hooves became unsteady for a moment, and he fell heavily to the ground with both people and horses.

The spear stretched out by the superior slave before he died pierced the man's left shoulder. The sudden pain numbed half of his body. He tightened the reins, and the man stood up. Out of the big hole.

After the man rushed the horse for a short distance, he immediately pulled it back, drew his long sword, and turned around the horse.

After this round of charging, four of the eight high-class slaves around Merun were injured and killed, and his own side was not too good. Two sacrificed on the horseback, and the remaining one fell off the horse and was seriously injured. .

"Draw your sword, that man in black, kill him!" At close range, there was no room for spears to be used, and they had no spare riding spears, so the man ordered everyone to draw out their scimitars.

Myron also pulled the horse's head back at this time, and issued almost the same order angrily.

Thus, the two groups of people unanimously pulled out their weapons, kicked up their spurs and went towards each other.

The man stared at Myron and adjusted the direction of the horse's head. The latter was also facing him, waving the scimitar in his hand.

The man put the long sword flat, and stabbed obliquely at the throat that was not protected by the armor. The crackling sound sounded again. Myron retracted his neck in time, and the sword edge hit the helmet, dragging the entire cover forcibly.

And the scimitar that Myron swung over swept across, cutting off the shoulder armor on the man's right side, and the bones almost cracked in pain.

Both shoulders of the man were in severe pain, and he hurriedly drove the horse away, and Myron followed him closely.

At this time, the man suddenly tightened the reins of the horse, and the horse immediately stopped the pace of charging, and slashed at Meren who was about to catch up with his sword.

This kind of action is extremely dangerous, if the sword misses, or does not cause too much damage, then what awaits the man will be a fatal blow.

At the same time as dangerous, this slashing action can also catch the opponent by surprise. Just as Myron raised his hand and swung the knife to slash his back, he was startled by the sword and suddenly withdrew his hand, but it was too late.

That powerful and heavy sword, coupled with the blessing of the impact of Meren's own horse, chopped off the five fingers of the hilt. Even though he was wearing a chain armor, he still broke the bones in the hand holding the knife with the sound. .

Myron bit her lip hard, clenched the machete tightly, and slashed at the horse's leg regardless.

The war horse under the man screamed, and with weak shoulders, he couldn't sit still and was thrown off the horse by the beast.

The felled man struggled to stand up, and the other cavalrymen were fighting with other enemies, hacking and killing each other, and now only Myron was in front of him.

Myron was driving the horse, put the scimitar in his left hand, and held the rein at the same time, and after a detour, he charged straight at the man.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

The man rolled and scrambled and flew out, swept up the hand holding the sword, cut at the weak point of the hoof, and cut off the rear hoof of Meren's war horse.

Myron also fell off the horse. He adjusted his position from the horse in time, and luckily his legs were not crushed under the horse. The animal hissed in pain.

The man's right shoulder eased slightly, but his left shoulder was still numb, and Myron was in a similar situation, with his left hand clenched to the scimitar, and the poisoned dagger dangling from his waist.

The wailing and roaring of the battlefield continued, and when Myron heard that most of his own people were wailing, unspeakable impatience surged up, with a ferocious expression, and rushed over with a scimitar.

The man slashed with his sword, and the scimitar blocked the edge of the sword. Myron slammed his elbow and hit the man's left shoulder where the armor was torn.

Taking two steps back, the man almost let go of his long sword, shouted angrily, raised his sword and stabbed obliquely, and a sword came with a gust of wind.

Myron couldn't dodge in time, the long sword pierced the chain armor above his left chest, and he cried out in pain.

The man squeezed his eyes, became more courageous as he fought, and swung the sword with his right hand to slash again. Meren couldn't back up enough, leaned his body down, half-kneeled, raised the scimitar to block the slash again, but the trembling in his left hand became more and more violent. bigger.

The man's left hand slowed down a little, barely grasping the hilt of the sword, holding the sword in both hands, and at a very close distance, he raised his elbow and slammed into Meren's sunken helmet.

The head was hit suddenly, and even though it was protected by a face-covering helmet, it still shook Myron.

Just when the man raised his sword, ready to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, he slashed down with all his might.

An arrow flew from a distance and aimed straight at the man. The man couldn't dodge in time, and the arrow hit the shoulder with the cracked armor.

wow.

Stinging pain surged into his brain, the man gritted his teeth and looked up at the archer. It was the eldest son of King Andri, who was loading arrows into the crossbow in a panic.

The man acted decisively, kicked Myron's body, snatched his scimitar, and threw it out with all his strength.

The eldest son's pupils were wide open. He was inexperienced in a battle for the first time, so he was stunned, ignoring the spinning scimitar flying towards him.

With a bang, the blade of the scimitar smashed into the flesh of the eldest son. He let out a cry of pain and fell off his horse.

The man turned his head quickly, and at some point Myron pulled out the dagger from his waist, kicked his legs, and swooped towards him.

Even though the man reacted in time, the sharp edge of the dagger still pierced through his calf, turned upside down, stirred, and the man let out a muffled groan, grasping the blade with his left hand, and grabbing the grid with his right hand, and slammed into the back of Meren's head. Smash it, smash it hard!
One after another.

Until Myron completely lost his strength and fell to the ground, the grass in the plain was covered with blood under the helmet.

(End of this chapter)