Demon Lord

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Chapter 119 Blood-stained Robe (Part 2)

Although Francis was good at riding, he was still a little bit worse than a mercenary who specialized in fighting for food, so he gradually fell behind the team in such a full-scale sprint, but he was not in a hurry, and Sally's back was already in the distance Getting closer and closer, for a minute or two, she could not escape her fate.

The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and Francis seemed to have seen Sally cut to pieces by the sword—

"Well, you choose this way ..."

He thought for a moment, shouting at the sparse Lara mercenaries who were running ahead: "Whoever catches her first, I will reward 100 gold coins!"

This sentence seemed like a curse, and the mercenaries suddenly made a noise and rushed forward to speed up. They ran on horses, as if racing to compete for who could catch Sally first and let the team that had been lost. Shapes are increasingly scattered.

"Don't rob anyone from Lao Tzu!"

A mercenary headed by Wu shouted in excitement. He was the best of these people, so he rushed forward with a machete. He watched Sally and Martin disappear at the end of the curve on the forest path, and immediately leaned to the left, trying to balance the center, allowing the war horse to run through the curve at the fastest speed ...

"Where do you want to run-"

This sentence was quite imposing when he shouted, but after his warhorse turned the corner, the "domineering" ball seemed to disappear with a discouraged ball, making his subsequent words look like Like a duck on its neck, it dangled in its throat ...

He clearly remembered the targets he was pursuing: one was an unarmed nun, and the other was a driver who did not even wear leather armor, but ... why suddenly turned into three rows of heavily armed knights?

Isn't this **** dreaming?

What about nuns? What about the driver?

The mercenary's brain was dead, and his eyes continued to run forward, but the cavalry team in the distance did not give them any time to react. The headed knight did not make nonsense, raised his hands and made a few strange things. Gestures, and then made a clear "cut down" action ... Then, the twenty-nine cavalry began to move forward!

From the moment they started to rush, the momentum that erupted like a volcano immediately caused the mercenaries who turned around to fight a cold war!

For ordinary cavalry teams, when the chief shouted "charge" or "departure", the cavaliers basically started to accelerate in a mess, and then rushed hundreds of meters before they could crook and form a similar formation to enhance Lethality-But the team in front of them is exhausting their power from the moment of starting, and they have completely assembled a neat charge formation at a distance of less than 20 meters. By 50 meters, they have maintained the formation and entered full speed. Mercedes status!

This seems almost impossible for the mercenaries, because even if they think they have experienced hundreds of battles, it is difficult to make the pace of the charge so unified!

When I got up with them, the "charge" on my side was as childish and ridiculous as a child's game.

当 And when Francis at the end of the team turned the corner and looked forward with a smile of satisfaction, it was almost dropped by the horse in the immediate situation-

"What the **** is this ?!"

With the wand clenched in his hand, of course Francis wouldn't think naively that there was a team just to practice the array-he was instantly cold in his heart, but he couldn't figure out where Sally had brought such a bunch of cavalry, because Looking at the momentum of the opponent and the quality of the horse and horse, you know that this is by no means an ordinary mercenary ... This is not a question of whether you have money to hire, but a question that you may not always find!

I haven't had a few seconds for Francis to think about it. He just froze for a few seconds, and then shouted out loudly: "Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

The frightened mercenaries came back to their minds, and they set their sights forward, took out their waist weapons, and hurriedly began a frontal attack on the cavalry who rushed over ...

However, the result of such a battle was already doomed from the beginning.

A mercenary who has been accustomed to infantry for a long time can never become a qualified cavalry immediately after riding a horse. Not to mention the degree of fit with the war horse, the fighting skills on horseback alone are far from being mastered a day or two. Francis himself was only good at riding, but he knew absolutely nothing about cavalry battles, let alone any "formation" and "charging skills"-no mercenaries came from cavalry, so they hurriedly formed a broken formation , Can only rely on a violent force to charge ...

However, unfortunately, on the battlefield, "victory" is definitely not something that soldiers can obtain by "ruthless".

索 When Soderlor first entered this group of mercenaries, the powerful power was really difficult for the mercenaries to bear!

The long sword "brushed" and chopped off the head of a mercenary. Blood splattered out, and before his head landed, a sword followed by Ruger had passed across the chest of the second mercenary, and the man was cut off immediately ...

The sound of the bingo collision that followed after the fierce collision between the two sides almost rang through the woods, and the screams spread instantly, but quickly drowned in the sound of horseshoes.

From another perspective, this battle seems to be "evenly matched". When 29 people are on the side and 24 people are on the side, the huge gap is instantly highlighted-just a charge, 29 The scouts did not even have a falling horse, so they directly "pushed" the past, leaving no opportunity for this group of mercenaries!

The contact time between the two sides was only ten seconds. When separated by the inertia of the horse, the number of scouts did not change, but the mercenary team was completely "rolled over", leaving only a large number of war horses without knights. There are only seven people still sitting on the saddle!

Blood dripped from the sword, and Soderlor glanced from side to side. The scouts led by Carter and Ruger had adjusted their formation within five or six seconds. Some people were injured, but the combat power remained. He lifted Holding up the palms and making the second round charge command gesture, the whole team immediately turned around and turned around the narrow jungle road.

In this process, all the soldiers did not speak out, and they carried out their orders with the sword in their hands.

And this scene even chills the surviving mercenaries: in the era of "basic communication is basically roaring", if a team can reach such a level of tacit and powerful without language communication, it is really "a hundred warriors." "It's not enough to describe it.

Seeing this scenario, the murdered mercenaries had completely disappeared the courage to continue fighting, and lost the backbone because Francis disappeared directly. He simply dropped the weapon and chose to surrender.

At the same time, Sally, who had witnessed it all in the distance, was completely shocked to open her mouth, and she could not even speak.

Is this still the group of scouts who helped the villagers of Finks to transfer?

Sally's memory has never been worse. She remembers the captain Soderroll who is on the front and remembers Carter who likes to chat a lot. The remaining faces are also more impressed, so she can be sure that she did not admit it. people.

But ... when was the scout in the border village so strong?

Wu Sally even suspected that her memory was chaotic. Is it a few years ago to escape from Finks Village?

How come I haven't seen it for only a few months, and this group of scouts has become a group of killing machines with a brash breath that "hushes out"?

Anyone can see that these soldiers are definitely not simply "powerful." The look, movement, and fearlessness of the charge all indicate that they are powerful veterans who have survived many wars ... though many of their faces are still It's very young, but it's definitely not pretending to be fierce and fierce.

All the questions in his mind pointed to Roddy, Sally looked at everything in front of her, and it was not until the mercenaries collectively surrendered in the distance that she remembered to confirm the end of Francis.

The nearby Martin was also scared enough, but he understood Sally's mind better. He immediately rushed to the battlefield to check it out, and went to look at the captives of the team guards, but returned a frown that made Sally frown. News-"Francis fled!"

"One team, follow me, the rest will clean the battlefield!"

Soderol commanded in the distance-the voice dropped, and eight people rushed forward to stand in line to stand up and act uniformly.

After the group met, they did not set off immediately because they needed to confirm the direction of the pursuit, but in the eyes of tracking experts such as Soderlor, the trace of Francis's fleeing was too obvious.

"There are horseshoe marks here, someone from their team has turned into the forest from here, a team, ready to-"

"Captain Sodroll!" Sally, who came over on horseback, interrupted his words. She actually had many questions to ask, but she thought that all of this was Roddy's plan, and she did not choose to intervene in the next arrangement. ~ www.readwn.com ~ just plainly said: "The guy who ran away is the element master, and his strength is very strong ..."

Such a reminder is already very obvious. Soderol can naturally understand who he is talking about, but he doesn't explain anything, just takes a few steps, walks into the forest by the road, and whispers at the trace on the ground: "It's true that one of the mercenary teams left the team, but apparently, the guy who followed was catching up."

"Behind ... is Roddy ?!"

Sally's eyes narrowed-did Roddy go after Francis?

Sodroll was unconcerned, but nodded, motioned to give them the next thing, and then turned over and prepared to follow the trace. However, Sally didn't intend to stay here--when thinking of her brother's "Elemental Master" title and the potions and scrolls he always carried on her, Sally couldn't rest assured of Roddy.

Roddy's power lies in sneak attacks, but he can really fight one-on-one against an advanced "elemental division" ... especially when the opponent also carries a lot of magical items, the pressure he faces is far stronger than when facing the orcs too much.

At this time, Sally's impression of Roddy's strength is still at the stage of killing the orcs at the border, so she immediately shook the reins, regardless of whether her image of wearing a robe was appropriate, and bluntly said, "I'll go with you."

(Finish)

PS: Second more! Ask for various tickets! I will go out tomorrow, and it is estimated that at night, the battle plot will have two or three chapters to end, and I try to please everyone. To be honest, this is also the first time I have tried to multiply the mixed climax of conflicting strengths. If you are unsatisfied or have some suggestions or something, I hope you will put it in the book review area. I am very happy to see you discuss the plot, thank you support!