Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

In the mountains and plains at the border between Barkley and Saint Valen, a team of elite knights in armor were galloping on their horses. When they passed a winding stream, they all pulled the reins and dismounted for a short rest.

The leading knight had bright armor and a crimson cloak on his back. In the center was embroidered a blue thorn bird with a cinnamon branch in its mouth - the family emblem of Duke Carlo and the emblem of the Barkley royal family.

"Baron Dela, if we pass through this forest, we can get in front of those Saint Valen soldiers. What should we do next?"

Baron Dela narrowed his eyes and said cautiously: "Those Saint Valen people have powerful magic weapons that can penetrate even fine steel heavy armor. Ordinary knights can't resist at all..."

This is why Duke Carlo found them as soon as he fled to the vassal territory - Baron Dela was a blood knight trained by the Kofman family. Many years ago, due to the issue of faith, he parted ways with the royal family that tended to cast spells and turned to the border grand duke who also leaned towards the church.

The combat capability of the Blood Knights and the ordinary cavalry is completely different. Although they are still afraid of the power of the opponent's weapons, as long as they do not confront them head-on, the tactics of roundabout maneuvers can still be effective.

Duke Carlo had the same plan as him - these Saint Valen people carried a large amount of baggage and materials, and they also needed to escort a large number of slaves captured from the mines. The speed of the entire team was greatly slowed down. In addition, the road back to Saint Valen was full of wilderness and dense forests. There were no towns and farms along the way where they could replenish supplies and rest. Once they lost their way or ran out of supplies, they would immediately fall into chaos.

And Baron Dela's task was to lead fifty Blood Knights to repeatedly harass and make the opponent's already slow marching speed even more difficult, starting with those slaves who were already like frightened birds, so that they would riot and flee because of fear, and directly disperse the team of Saint Valen soldiers... The cavalry regiment could take advantage of the chaos and tear off a piece of flesh from these Saint Valen people.

Of course, Baron Dela's team was not fighting alone. On their flank was another equally secretive and flexible knight squad, led by Duke Carlo's nephew Sir Derek. The two cavalry squads alternated and cooperated to complete the harassment of Saint Valen's soldiers.

In the words of Duke Carlo, since these Saint Valen people had caused him a great loss by surprise attack, they would naturally take revenge in the same way.

...

The knights had finished their rest and were about to climb back on their horses to continue their journey, when suddenly there was a commotion in the dense forest ahead.

It seemed to be the sound of some small wild animals running away in fear.

A bloodline knight decisively pulled out his bow and arrow from the saddle and shot an arrow into the forest, but the strange thing was... there was no sound of hitting the prey. The arrow seemed to be shot into the void and was swallowed up silently by the dense bushes.

This is obviously abnormal. The knight who shoots arrows has awakened an extremely rare talent - called "following the sound". As long as he senses the sound of the target within a certain distance, he can accurately hit the target with a bow and arrow.

"Everyone get on the horse, stay alert!" Baron Dela raised his hand and drew his sword. The blood energy in his body surged and gathered directly on the tightly grasped long sword along his arm. A silver light appeared on the blade... That was his blood talent, "sharp".

At this moment, the cavalry responsible for scouting suddenly shouted loudly: "Not good! There is a magic reaction in the forest! It's a spellcaster!"

Before he finished speaking, dozens of fist-sized rocks suddenly shot out from the bushes. The knights standing close to them had not reacted yet, and subconsciously raised their swords to chop at the flying rocks. The result was naturally that the long swords were directly shattered by the terrifying impact of the rocks, and they were directly thrown off the horse's back.

Baron Dela was furious, and he pulled the reins of the frightened horse and shouted angrily: "Get out! Damn wizard!"

In response, a larger rock slab flew out of the dense forest and hit the baron fiercely... Baron Dela didn't dare to swing his sword to block it, so he could only jump off the horse's back in a panic and roll to the side. His beloved warhorse had no time to dodge and was hit hard to the ground. The armor on the horse's chest and abdomen was directly dented, and blood flowed out from the gaps in the armor. The horse died immediately after only two sad cries.

Then more rocks and slabs flew out, and in an instant, two more knights who were unable to dodge were hit. Their armor was shattered and they fell off the horse with blood and flesh. The strong innate abilities of the bloodline knights prevented them from dying immediately, and they could only roll and groan in pain.

Baron Dela suddenly found something wrong in the chaos - these spellcasters who were hiding in the dark seemed to only throw flying stones at them from one angle and area, and neither showed up nor moved their positions, which seemed very unreasonable.

An idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he immediately raised his sword and shouted: "It's a group casting! These damn wizards, they can't interrupt the casting during the formation, and they can't free their hands to defend! Avoid the flying stones and rush into the dense forest. They will definitely lose in close combat!"

The knights were greatly encouraged by hearing this, and they all used their flexible bodies to avoid the flying stones, or controlled their horses with skillful techniques, and quickly approached the forest in front with the cover of their horses.

Baron Dela fell behind a little, swung his sword to cut through the dense bushes, and his vision suddenly opened up... More than ten meters away, a group of black-clothed soldiers were blocking a group of brown-robed wizards, and in front of them were several strange-shaped alchemical devices similar to dragon flame jets.

A muscular officer who obviously did not look like a human suddenly smiled grimly, raised his hand and shouted, "Fire!"

The sound of gunfire resounded through the forest immediately.

The knights who rushed into the forest were hit by the dense rain of bullets one after another, and their bodies immediately burst into blood mist, and they fell down in groups like wheat being cut... When the smoke in the forest cleared, only bloody and broken bodies were left.

Baron Dela was lucky enough not to be swept by the rain of bullets... His two guards knights suddenly threw him down and pressed him under them at the critical moment, but his left leg was pierced by armor fragments flying from nowhere, and the entire knee was cut off in half.

He pushed away the broken body pressing on him with difficulty, struggled to stand up with the sword, and stared at the beast-faced officer with bloodshot eyes. He clearly sensed the blood power surging in the other party's body - the other party was also a blood knight.

The baron opened his mouth and said hoarsely: "How did you find our trace?"

The beast-faced officer grinned and pointed to the sky, but Baron Dela shook his head fiercely and said: "Impossible! Your flying vehicle has never appeared at all!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The officer curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Do you know what optical camouflage is? That can easily deceive your eyes."

Baron Dela was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Can I ask you to do it yourself? I don't want to die in the hands of ordinary mortals..."

Vaughn nodded and signaled the soldier to put down the gun aimed at the opponent, but the baron seized this opportunity, took out an alchemical firework from his arms, and threw it into the sky... The firework rushed out with a whoosh, exploding a dazzling red light in the sky.

"You are about to die, and you are still trying to send a signal for help?" Vaughn was a little confused. "We can continue to stay here. Your signal for help will only lead the reinforcements into a trap."

Baron Dela shook his head and said, "No, I am sending them a signal to leave immediately. In order to ambush our team, you should have transferred all the spellcasters and blood knights from the main force, right? My flanking cavalry will immediately attack your transport team after receiving the signal. I hope that when you rush back later, those mine slaves have not all escaped."

Vaughn tilted his head, and the soldier who received the instruction suddenly threw a bloody head in front of Earl Dela.

"Is this guy named Sir Derek your flanking cavalry?"