Knight with Wand

(Uriah) "Stop them!"

The cavalrymen at a few intersections far away pulled the reins, squeezed the horses' bellies, and rushed towards the galloping old Brian.

The old blacksmith quickly estimated the time to engage the enemy in the bumps on the horse's back, and the reins in his left hand were ready to pull the horse's head at any time.

The distance was getting closer and closer.

The cavalryman of the Kantadar squire on the warhorse flattened the lance in his hand, and the tip of the spear pointed at the old village man who was overconfident.

The young knight squire was not afraid of the charge of the old village man at all. After all, his own horse and his horse were all armored, while the old man on the horse had only a breastplate that could not protect his limbs.

Old Brian gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and he felt the boiling blood of the knight in his body again after nearly 20 years!

The armor was incomplete, the horsepower was insufficient, and he was old and weak.

He was completely at a disadvantage in this duel, and the only thing he could rely on was the long-lost memory of galloping on the battlefield.

The clash between riders only lasted for a split second between the horses under their crotches.

The old blacksmith pulled the reins hard, driving the horses to stagger at a large angle. The shaft of the cavalry spear held in his right arm vibrated, and he suddenly blocked the enemy's spear with one blow.

His body twisted to the right at the same time, dodging the attack along the ups and downs of the horse's back. At the moment when his body passed by the opponent at an angle, he thrust the spear in his hand hard into the enemy's neck.

The huge force brought by the galloping horse almost bent the front end of the spear slightly.

The terrifying impact made the head of the Kantadar cavalryman click with a crisp sound, and the whole person was knocked out in an instant.

The fallen cavalryman rolled on the ground a few times due to inertia, and then he was completely dead.

He successfully knocked over the opponent with poor skills with one blow, and another Kantadar cavalryman who followed closely behind had already rushed forward with a spear.

Old Brian had no time to make more adjustments, and could only barely raise his spear with both hands to block the attack, but he was no longer able to clear this obstacle for his daughter behind him.

"Olivia!" The two horses crossed, and the old blacksmith looked back in panic. He knew that his daughter's swordsmanship was unparalleled, but he also knew that he had never taught his daughter how to fight on horseback in the past.

However, facing the squire cavalry that was killing her, Olivia did not panic.

Although it was far from being able to dodge flexibly on horseback like on the ground, the enemy was the same.

Facing the straight spear tip, the girl felt that it was much easier to predict this rigid attack trajectory.

However, the blade was much shorter than the spear after all. Instead of riding the horse to dodge, Olivia felt that she needed a closer contact distance.

Riding the horse to get closer to the cavalry, Olivia simply let go of the reins. She held the sword with both hands, with her right thumb pressed on the center of the sword guard, and the blade was held sideways in a similar "crown" grip.

At the moment when the spear rushed over, the girl twisted the handle of the long sword with her left hand, and the angle between the raised blade and the sword guard immediately pushed the stabbing spear head to the side.

She bent down flexibly to the left and front, dodging the attack, and stood up at the moment when the horse and the horse crossed. The parallel sword with both hands pressed down drew a slight arc, blocking the enemy's charge.

The force of the horse's sprint wrapped Olivia's backswing and swung the sword, slashing at the enemy's neck.

The squire cavalryman who missed the attack had no time to retract his spear to resist. It looked like he was actively colliding with the blade. The collision speed was too fast and he didn't even have time to see clearly, let alone dodge!

There was only a loud sound of steel splitting the cavalryman's neck guard, and the sword blade swung horizontally on the horse's back cut the tendons and bones--

Even Olivia, who was holding the long sword tightly, was shocked by the touch, and the Kantadar cavalryman was instantly separated from his head.

Blood gushed out from the neck of the headless corpse like a fountain, and the beheaded cavalry corpse rolled and fell from the back of the galloping warhorse.

Grasping the reins again, Olivia glanced at the head falling behind her.

The discomfort of ending a life with her own hands made the girl's back numb, but she looked at the bodies of the villagers who died tragically on the road.

Her uncomfortable mood was immediately replaced by hatred and anger.

The girl didn't dare to look anymore, and silently swore in her heart that if she could escape, she must make these Kantadar bastards who killed the villagers pay the price.

Riding fast, old Brian saw that he was getting closer and closer to the village entrance, and suddenly heard the piercing scream. His heart tightened. He lowered his head and crawled on the horse's back, and hurriedly shouted to his daughter behind him: "Be careful of arrows!"

His shoulders and back immediately felt like being hit by a hammer, and the old blacksmith knew that his armor blocked a fatal blow.

He broke out in a cold sweat and looked back worriedly, just in time to see Olivia reacting quickly and actually deflecting the arrow with a sword.

The girl swung her blade as fast as lightning to deflect the arrow, which was not too difficult for her.

The archer who climbed onto the roof to snipe was shocked to see the arrow he shot being shot away by the girl.

But the well-trained archer did not stop his arms and immediately drew the second arrow from the quiver.

He drew the bow skillfully and aimed at the opponent's body this time, but aimed at the galloping horse.

Whoosh!

Uriah's bow released the accumulated surging power, and the galloping arrow drew a beautiful trajectory and sank into the horse's chest.

Old Brian, who had just been relieved, heard the loud sound of falling behind him. He looked back in horror and saw that his daughter's mount had lost its front hoof.

Olivia lightly supported herself on the fallen horse's back, and then she flipped in the air like an acrobat and jumped off the saddle.

The girl's skirt fluttered, and her petite body landed steadily on the ground, but the horse hit by the arrow fell heavily in a painful neigh, struggling and kicking with its limbs, and no longer had the ability to stand up.

"Annie!" Olivia called the mare's name sadly, and she ran to the companion who accompanied her childhood.

But the knights chasing behind forced the girl to stop and turn around to meet the enemy with a sword.

The comer behind her was aggressive, and the tall warhorse and rider were all wearing thick full-body heavy armor. Just a single-horse charge shook the ground faintly.

That was a real Cantadar noble knight, a heavily armored cavalry armed to the teeth

"Uh!!" Old Brian shouted loudly to stop his mount, and he turned back with the reins anxiously and ran towards his daughter.

"Olivia, get out of the way!"

Gritting her teeth and staring at the chasing cavalry, the girl calmed down in extreme anger.

"You damned villains."

In her holy eyes, the cold killing intent penetrated her soul. She stepped back and pulled back the hilt of her sword, facing the plate armor knight who was charging like a flesh chariot in a "key-opening" manner.

The heavy horse hooves carried the canned warriors on them, and the momentum was like a terrible living tank.

The cold-blooded knight Cantadar behind the mask raised his lance and attacked the blonde girl in front.

He had seen with his own eyes how the seemingly weak little girl killed his squire with just one move during the pursuit.

Facing this incredible opponent, the knight did not feel careless because the opponent only held a long sword and seemed to be unable to threaten him.

Lions fighting rabbits must also be full of strength! He would not make any mistakes of underestimating the enemy.

Five steps, four steps, three steps. One step!

The lance held horizontally was slightly lowered, aimed at the girl who seemed to be standing still, and the powerful and heavy lance tip rolled up a gust of wind.