Our family is in decline

Michel is so crazy largely because of the family power behind him. Others can surrender, but he knows that if he surrenders like this and Michel is caught, no matter whether the other party is seeking money or something, he will definitely be sure in the end. It's going to die.

The difference is that after Michelle was released, he was killed by Michelle. If Michelle died, he would also be killed by his father.

Because he is the person in charge of Michelle's safety, and his family is in the hands of the family behind Michelle. Otherwise, how could he trust him so much?

He didn't want to wait for death, so he had no choice but to fight for his life.

Fortunately, the other two are also willing to fight. Everyone knows that the current situation is irreversible, but if they can catch the opponent's boss, they can naturally force them to let them go.

So the leader pretended to surrender. When Lance approached, the man in black robe threw something at Disma, which heralded the beginning of a new round of fighting.

At the same time, another heavily armored knight also picked up his warhammer and ran towards the heavily armed Leonard.

The goal of the two was obviously to stop the helpers around Lance, and then the leader also pulled out the long sword in front of him and charged towards the man who was obviously the bandit boss.

But Leonard and Disma were not ordinary people, so of course they noticed this.

Disma's reaction was terrifyingly fast. Almost as soon as the man in black robe made his move, he quickly drew his gun, raised his hand and shot down the thrown object.

At the same time, Leonard was about to ride forward, but the [Champion's Certificate] was already unsheathed and emitting a cold light.

But an accident happened that no one expected. The thing that was supposed to fall to Disma was shot down when the man in black robe just threw it. Only when it hit the ground did he see that it was a withered head.

The abstraction is that the unexpected appearance does not make sense at all. The head that was changed by an external force just fell at the feet of the charging leader, and was kicked out without waiting for him to react.

Lance shouted when he saw the human skull with strong spiritual fluctuations rolling down in front of him.

"屮!"

This wave of relay passes could play in the fucking World Cup, but Lance is a poor goalkeeper. How can I defend against this?

Lance didn't even have time to ride away, because the horse's reaction was not as fast as his, so he had to instinctively dismount and jump away.

That is to say, he was decisive. Before he could run a few steps, the thing exploded. Lance felt the movement behind him and ran for about ten steps before subconsciously looking back.

The fierce explosion brought out billowing strange smoke, which instantly swallowed up the horses that were staying on the spot. Then the horses screamed wildly, stirring up the mist and swaying. When they rushed out, they collapsed after taking a few steps.

There were festering abscesses all over the war horse's skin, and blood was bleeding from the mouth, nose, and eyes. There were also some bone fragments inserted into the body, which were obviously remnants of the explosion just now.

It only took a few seconds to become like this, such a vicious evil spell.

This scene immediately made Lance freeze on the spot, and he couldn't help but let out a wail.

"My horse!"

To be honest, there was supposed to be a big fight, but this accident attracted the attention of several people present, and the fight was awkwardly interrupted before the fight started.

Only the leader seemed to be unaffected, quickly bypassed the poisonous mist and raised his sword to kill Lance.

You must know that this horse was originally the mount of Alvin, a noble young master. It is definitely an excellent war horse. With the exquisite riding equipment, its value of several hundred gold coins is a conservative estimate.

After getting it, Lance rode it for a while and liked it quite a bit, but now he collapsed here.

Everyone in Hamlet knows that the lord has always been emotionally stable. Even if he encounters any trouble, he is more willing to comfort everyone and then solve the problem than to get angry.

But at this moment, Lance only felt the surging anger rushing into his brain instantly, and he couldn't help but let out a roar.

"How dare you fucking kill my horse!"

The leader looked at the angry Lance and couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart. At this time, he neither ran away nor picked up a weapon. Instead, he was here with both hands empty-handed and furious at the horse's incompetence. Did he really think that his sword was not sharp?

But it's best this way, you can survive by catching this idiot.

If he really wanted to fight him at this time, of course he would slash him with his sword, but he wanted to catch Lance even more, so he chose to reach out and grab the "unsuspecting" Lance.

It's close... He will grasp the hope of survival...

Lance felt something and looked up at the fly that provoked him, his disgust and questioning undisguised.

"roll!"

With a loud shout, the next second the leader of the personal guard flew backwards into the air.

No one even saw the attack clearly just now. It wasn't until Lance lowered his foot slowly that they realized that the person had been kicked out.

How terrifying is the power that Lance unleashes with all his strength?

The leader of the personal guard, who weighed two hundred pounds including his armor, was kicked up and rolled ten yards away.

Lance didn't pay attention to the man at all, but walked towards the war horse.

The life force that was stronger than human beings was even more tortured at this time. He fell to the ground and gasped, with pus and blood constantly flowing out.

This is not a simple flesh and blood injury, it is hopeless, please give it a try.

Without much hesitation, Lance ended the pain of the war horse with a single shot, and raised his hand to erase its sacrifice.

The man in black robe turned to look at the guard leader who fell to the ground. He saw that the armor was directly dented, and some blood foam continued to flow out of his mouth, leaving only spit bubbles. It seemed that his internal organs were ruptured and there was no way to save him.

This is definitely not a kick that ordinary people can deliver. This person's power is more terrifying than some Warcraft...

"Kill them." Lance has no intention of playing anymore. Don't you appreciate my kindness in helping you survive?

If you want to resist, then go ahead and resist!

This sound reawakened everyone on the field. Disma raised his hand and shot the black-robed man without hesitation, and then rushed over. The short sword was already unsheathed, waiting for blood.

This is a very useful little habit that does not give the caster time to prepare.

There was no doubt that the lead bullet hit the man in black robe, but what was heard was not the muffled sound of the bullet tearing flesh and blood. Instead, there was a crisp sound, and then several pieces of broken white bones fell out from under the black robe.

Bone shield.

This reminded Lance of the armor woven from bones by the cannibal witches in the wilderness, as well as the scapegoats. Sure enough, these spellcasters had many ways to save their lives.

On the other side, Leonard had already started running, but the heavily armored knight had no intention of fighting, and instead surrendered directly.

"I was forced to do so, I surrender!"

A rather unexpected sound made Disma pause, and a trace of hesitation inevitably appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Disma couldn't help but stop. It wasn't because he was soft-hearted, but because he knew that the lord seemed to like dealing with these extraordinary beings.

On the other side, Leonard didn't even pause. He easily caught up with the heavily armored knight on horseback and slashed at him with his sword.

The armor was not invulnerable, and Leonard knew better than anyone the weaknesses of those joints, and he knew better how to swing his sword from behind the enemy.

But when the long sword passed by and knocked off the helmet, what was revealed below was not a human head, but a human head with strange facial features sealed by a white wax-like substance, and a frightening paleness could be seen on the exposed skin.

This thing can be seen as dead at a glance, but it is not rotten and can still move, which is really weird.

This is not Michelle's guard at all, but a puppet made by the caster using human corpses.

No wonder, it is impossible for normal people to wear such heavy armor for a long time. Similarly, only living corpses created by extraordinary rituals can ignore most fatal injuries, let alone poisoning.

Lance looked at it with some curiosity and found that the wound on the neck of the living corpse just now was filled with white wax.

interesting! These extraordinary beings always have some messy technologies at their disposal.

"Wait a moment."

Lance stopped the attacking Disma and quickly stepped up to approach the spell caster.

"My horse is worth five thousand gold pieces. You'd better hope you're worth it."

His strong oppression made the man take a step back uncontrollably. Even the black robe could not hide the strong uneasiness.

"you……"

But just when he was about to speak, Lance punched him directly on the chin. Before the man could finish speaking, he straightened up and fell down.

The caster is mostly crispy, and this uppercut puts people to sleep.

In other words, Lance had to restrain his strength, otherwise his jaw would be shattered and his neck would be broken and he would die instantly.

"Damn it! If you surrender, you don't have to get beaten?"

Looking at the spellcaster Lance who fell to the ground, Lance yelled. If it weren't for his curiosity about extraordinary power, this man would never be alive now.

Opportunities for Lance are reserved only for worthy people.

He leaned over and lifted up the hood, revealing his young face underneath. This guy turned out to be a pretty boy.

A pretty boy in the true sense, because his skin was as pale as a corpse, even after he had been dead for three days.

Lance couldn't control so much and started touching the corpse directly. He first revealed the extraordinary equipment and then talked about it. This guy just picked up the items with bare hands, so he definitely had storage equipment.

As expected, the caster was Fu, and Lance pulled out a lot of strange things from him, and a strange-looking ring was the most important.

But this thing is not for direct use, there seems to be some sealing ceremony.

Lance didn't bother to care about these, and threw them all into the showroom to study them slowly when he had time.

Lance stood up and found Disma still stunned, and immediately urged: "What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and do it."

Disma only reacted after hearing this, and couldn't help but look at the carriage.

Disma was filled with hatred and anger after escaping from prison, with only one purpose, to find the man and kill him.

But he couldn't find it after so many years. Time kept eroding his hatred, and Hamlet gave him new support, so he gradually let go of the matter.

When he was determined to escape from that corruption, he sent his enemy in front of him.

Disma didn't know if this was a revelation from God, but he knew what he should do.

He strode towards the carriage, each step seemed to make his momentum stronger, and the strong emotions seemed to condense into substance.

Leonard didn't know the details, but he seemed to feel something and wanted to go up to help, but when he was about to make a move, Lance raised his hand to stop him.

"He's been waiting for this day for a long time, let him have it."

The carriage is naturally luxurious, and the materials are even more solid, but it is just a carriage, perhaps more like a prison at this time.

The car door didn't last long before it was opened, and Disma walked in, almost ignoring the gorgeous decorations and focusing on the gloomy man.

Michelle has seen the world after all. Although he was angry that the Guards were useless and was actually killed by bandits in front of him, he was still calm.

When he saw someone coming in, he immediately said, "Just tell me how much you want."

Disma said nothing, but his expression became more and more manic.

That's right...that's right...it's him!

Although that face is a bit old, even if it turns into gray, Disma would recognize it.

Immediately stepped up...

Disma's attitude made Michelle feel slighted. If anyone had dared to look at his eyes that had been dug out long ago, he would have been tortured to the point of death.

However, the sight of Disma approaching at this time could not help but make him feel a little panic, but he was suppressed by his violent mood.

How could I be scared by a bandit? Damn it!

"Do you know who I am? If anything happens to me, you will all be buried with me!"

Michelle's aloof temperament cultivated by her identity can indeed intimidate people, but this sentence stimulated Disma. He rushed forward with a strong step, raised his hand and grabbed Michelle's collar, and roared ferociously. .

"Damn it! See who I am!"

Originally, Disma imagined that this guy would understand that this was revenge when he saw him, and then look fearful on his face.

But until now, he doesn't recognize himself... He doesn't remember himself!

This made Disma feel a very strange emotion.

Angry, but mostly pathos.

Because he fell in love with his wife, he casually ruined his family and suffered in prison. He couldn't even remember how many near-death experiences he had with death along the way.

But the revenge that he has held grudges for his whole life and used it as a pillar of survival simply does not exist in the eyes of his enemies.

How ridiculous...

Michelle was also confused. He was frightened and didn't even understand what those words meant.

Why should I recognize a bandit?

He has offended too many people, how can he remember a small incident from more than ten years ago?

Remember an ordinary person who had died long ago in his mind?

Seeing his cowardly and frightened look, Disma pushed him away and threw him away.

Disma had originally imagined how to torture and kill his enemies, but at this moment he only felt disgusted.

I have been tortured for half my life because of such a guy?

The gunshots that Lance was waiting for did not ring out in the carriage. Instead, he saw Disma dragging a person out, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"What? Arrested the wrong person?"

"No, it's this guy." Disma threw the person in front of Lance, "Leave him to the Lord."

Looking at Disma's behavior, Lance knew that he was worried that killing Michel would lead to Hamlet's revenge.

But who is Lance? Even his ancestor was not afraid, so was he afraid of this?

"What are you afraid of? We are all our own people here. It is impossible for the rest to escape Hamlet alive. Who would know that we killed the son of a marquis?"

"My father is the commander-in-chief of the Empire's Northern Army. He has an army of 100,000. He knows that I am here. If anything happens to me, you will die wherever you run." Michelle wanted to struggle immediately after hearing this.

Who are the people on the field?

At a glance, he could see through his ruthless nature, and Lance couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow~ You're threatening me? I'm really scared." Lance pretended to be scared, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

Leonard and Disma are familiar with Lance's character, and when they see the lord's crooked mouth, they know that someone is going to be in trouble...

This month is coming to an end. The plot has indeed been dragging on lately, and I don’t make any excuses. As an author, it is my original sin to fail to satisfy readers. I plead guilty.