All the people became gods and created a succubus race to conquer other worlds.

In the next instant, the succubus cavalry who fell to the ground drew his short sword from behind and stabbed at the magic knight in front of him.

In a moment, the gorgeously armored magic knight had lost the opportunity to kill the enemy, and the lightsaber blocked forward, preventing this blow from the succubus.

"Their strength is much greater than expected!" the magic knight was startled.

This magic knight didn't know whether he was too or knew how to pity Xiang Xiang Yu, and actually began to persuade him on the battlefield.

"Surrender, I promise I won't kill you." But

he was greeted by a cold short sword in the hands of the succubus. Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, the magic knight could only sigh secretly, easily flicked the short sword that the succubus stabbed at him, and took advantage of the succubus's unstable center of gravity, and directly knocked her to the ground with the scorching back of the lightsaber.

"Surrender, do not kill, do not surrender, kill. Seeing

that the demon did not answer his own question, the magic knight's patience had a limit, and after bouncing off a few bows and arrows that were fired at him, he no longer hesitated and stepped forward to mend the knife.

And just as the sword was about to touch her hair, the magic knight finally heard what he wanted to hear:

"Surrender, don't kill me, I surrender!"

The

demon put the short sword in his hand on the ground and stood up tremblingly, but immediately fell to the ground.

The straw shoes worn by the succubus on the feet have long been rubbed off, a pair of crystal and tender feet are completely exposed in front of the magic knight at this moment, the immaturity of stirrup technology, so that the feet of the succubus wolf cavalry at this stage are tormented by the original stirrups, her toes are a little blue and white, there are blood marks on the instep, and there is a slight redness and swelling at the ankle...

This is all a flaw, but it really happens that the succubus in front of him at this time, the long black hair is falling, revealing a dusty but touching face, and the eyes are red, as if because of the fall just now.

Every place was attracting his attention, making him involuntarily swallow the sudden, rapidly secreted saliva.

The ghost actually stretched out his hand to the succubus, and the sight in front of him made him subconsciously ignore a question, how can someone who can have the courage to fight with himself easily show such a weak look to the enemy?

The demon silently bowed his head, allowing him to carry himself behind him, revealing his most vulnerable neck.

Before the magic knight walked out a few steps, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and looked down to see that it was just now that the succubus took a dagger that he didn't know where to take and stabbed it fiercely, because the dagger was still inserted on it, and the blood did not directly spew out, but flowed all over his neck.

"Ahem, you... How dare you..." The

magic knight used his last strength to cast a physical enhancement magic, and slammed the succubus from behind to the ground, which made him no longer hesitate and pierced the succubus's body with his lightsaber.

"My Honor... Long live..." In

an inconspicuous corner of the battlefield, two lives died almost simultaneously.

......

"—The succubus cavalry charges again, causing 67 enemy casualties and killing a magic knight. "

After two rounds of charge, the well-trained noble private army has gathered and formed a tight formation, and the demon wolf cavalry saw that they could not get any benefit and began to retreat.

Magic Cube: One dead, fifteen wounded

, Savoon Kingdom Side: 107 dead, 234 wounded.

In this way, it was barely a draw, and the two sides ended their respective battles.

......

'Can anyone tell me why no one fucking follows Lord Dakko!' When

counting the corpses, a corpse of a magical knight with his neck pierced was found in a corner, and the identity of the corpse was Lord Dako, the heir of the Marquis, who was shouting furiously at the moment.

Lord Dakko, who is known as the most gifted magical knight, the genius heir of the marquis, and the noble ladies are obsessed, is now dead and can no longer die.

Count Fran rose a sense of powerlessness from the depths of his heart.

I haven't seen blood, even if I practice well off the field, it's just a blow on the battlefield.

What gave Count Fran even more headaches was the monstrous anger that Lord Marquis was bound to descend.

This matter may be the responsibility of Lord Marquis, after all, it was he who looked too much down on the enemy, so he sent his heir to the forward force, hoping that he could establish some merit.

But what difference does it make, after all, people die under their own hands.

Obviously knowing that it was useless, Count Faran still pointed at the two bowed attendants and cursed:

"As Lord Dako's attendant, why don't you follow him!

Seeing that there was no wave in Fran's eyes, the two attendants had already figured out that Lord Fran did not simply want to vent their anger, but wanted to put the responsibility for Dako's killing onto them.

Seeing that the struggle was useless, the two began to curse:

"Bastard thing, I wish you a good death

!" "My father is Viscount Trier, dare to kill the heirs of the nobles, you will definitely be disposed of by the king's law!" It

is known that most of the nobles' attendants are also nobles, but most of them are small nobles or noble eight men who have no inheritance rights. But in any case, the Count of Fran had tried his best to calm the anger of Lord Marquis.

With the two knives rising and falling, the cursing subsided.

There were people standing around, but no one made a sound, the torches flickered on and off, and the night became more and more solemn.

"Sir, do you want to cut off the murderer's head too?" The

two soldiers had already found Lord Dako's killer, the armor had already fallen, the stomach showed horrific wounds, long black hair, two goat horns on the head, and a slender tail that had fallen from the back.

Fran looked at the corpse in front of him with some complexity.

It is always said that Count Fran deeply respected this kind of warrior who sacrificed his life to defend his homeland. But in his standpoint, he had to force himself to hate them.

Handing over the head of the murderer may further calm the marquis's anger, or it may not be useful at all.

"Hey, forget it, just find a place to bury her." "

Why trample on precious beliefs for the sake of uncertainty?"

"Perhaps, I'm really old..." Count

Fran, who returned to the tent alone, looked a little dejected.

The death of the heir of the marquis was quickly transmitted back to the main forces, but it led to unexpected results.