Ride and Cut

With the high-pitched roar of battle, the barbarian warriors rushed into Chaksh along the gap in the wall like a tide.

The long spear array carefully erected by the opponent hardly played any role, just like a reed boat trying to stop the flood, it collapsed in an instant.

"End! End!" The voices of Griffin's ambitious officers were almost hysterical, and everything in front of them seemed to be an absurd dream, but the screams around their ears reminded them that everything is real.

Griffon's ambition has many euphorbias, all well-trained veterans, how excellent and proud of their performance in past battles. When chanting military songs to attack, the fish monsters of the swamp could not be matched, and the ogres of the wilderness retreated three feet. Even in the face of powerful tiger people, they also burst out with amazing courage!

But at this moment, all the glory disappeared. When the halberd fell on these Pompeii, there was no way to break the defense, just as the Pompeii couldn't block it when their battle axe struck.

Richard took the lead and rushed to the front, slamming the dragon-slashing giant sword. The crackle sounded like countless sugar canes snapped at the same time, and the front view was suddenly blank. Stuart's soldiers did not grow wings, but they escaped from the ground and flew.

This kind of horrible performance immediately caused a few lucky ones who had survived the disaster to drop their weapons and turn their heads and ran away. They were probably a little panicked and were hitting a team of swordsmen in the rear who had never participated in the battle. The supervising team was unrelenting in killing the deserters with their swords, but they couldn't stop the rapidly expanding rout.

"Damn!" Lord Lord looked around. After such a short period of time, ordinary soldiers were clearly close to collapse, and there were only a few officers who were relatively tenacious.

He felt that the performance of these so-called regular troops was not as good as the brown bear roar, but he knew it was an illusion. The reason for this illusion is probably because the strength of Alpine Fort has become stronger compared to that time.

Recruits who were lagging behind in equipment and ranks, a few months were enough for them to catch up. Once the high-ranking soldiers of the system have formed a scale, the advantage against ordinary people will be huge to heinous!

The efforts of the Stuart soldiers are like butter trying to block a hot cutter. In the end, it can only be despair.

The opposing team's elite Cavaliers reserve rushed to the rescue, and the one running in the front looked very tender and might not be an adult. But the battlefield is the battlefield, and no one will feel pity for it. Richard swung the huge sword in his hand. Before he could even leave a last word, he returned to eternal peace with the two comrades behind him.

A full forty knights can be called a powerful assault force anywhere, but the opponent in front of them is far stronger than them.

If ordinary soldiers were slaughtered heartily, then when the knights came, they would only be slaughtered carefully.

What is really worth noting is that behind them, a team of brawny brawny men also followed. Their faces are cold, their muscles are as strong as black bears, and their heads are tattooed with different red flowers. Especially the weapons in his hand are impressive. The blood-red color of the water looks extremely magnificent. Under the sun, it looks like a flowing red gem.

Their appearance is like some kind of flag or symbol. It seemed to have brought new changes to this battle that had already tended to one-sided.

Even those Stuart soldiers who had collapsed saw them and renewed their courage and began to howl and attack again. Under the focus of the barbarian tomahawk and centaur bow and arrow, he was killed and wounded, but still tough.

"Blood Knight." Richard blew a loud whistle, took a deep breath, and turned on the surging power.

In his eyes, the lack of a methyl group on the battlefield could have been equated with mental retardation, and all of these blood knights undoubtedly seemed to be mentally retarded.

"Richard." The lord slammed his huge sword smartly and reported his name in accordance with the tradition of the duel.

"Dead!" The other party was not prepared to abide by this virtue at all, and roared forward like a wild beast. The red mandala on the top of the head is very enchanting and vivid because of the blood veins.

"I've never heard such a weird request, but it satisfies you." Richard shrugged, as Cervantes approached him. The nearly hundred-pound dragon-slashing giant sword, from static to moving, turned into a dark shadow that was hard to catch with the naked eye, tearing the air, and rushing straight to the person.

As a blood knight, Cervantes has certainly undergone the most rigorous training in martial arts, so he managed to raise the sword in time to block. The blood knight can control the blood in the body to heat up and flow quickly, and burst out with a stronger power than the bull with the human body. As one of the best, Cervantes' power is of course extraordinary.

His choice is completely correct, and his configuration is also impressive, but if he can't hold it, he can't hold it. Compete with the lord of Alpine Fort, a bull? Save it.

At the moment the weapon collided, Richard heard a crisp sound like broken glass. Cervantes' red long sword split instantly, turning into a mass of plasma and splashing on the ground. He raised his head and spouted a mouthful of blood, staggering back one after another, leaving a series of cobweb-like cracks on the stone ground.

"Damn, it's so fierce?" Richard saw the undead with a look on his face. I have to say that he was very shocked and couldn't help but take a high look at the blood knight.

Although this guy fell to the ground after struggling and couldn't stand up, it was obviously not far from death.

Cervantes turned and crawled desperately towards his upcoming companion, leaving five long blood stains on the ground with his fingers. As a blood knight, he felt as if he had lost control of his blood. The footsteps behind him were getting closer, and he stretched out his hand and shouted out the word "help".

With such a sincere and sincere sound, anyone at UU reading www.uukanshu.com can't help but wonder how much desire for life is full of, how many unwillingness after swallowing the bitter fruit of failure, how many reckless regrets for underestimating the enemy. If there is a future, he must be able to learn from himself and reflect on himself.

It's a pity that the devilish swordsman who arrived first was after all.

The blood knight may be able to deal with some minor injuries by controlling the blood, but when it is severe enough to be fatal, it will absolutely not prevent life from passing through the body.

As a well-deserved master of melee combat, Richard felt that the moment his sword blade touched, the strength of the opponent's physical body was no less than hardwood of the same size, and it was indeed difficult for ordinary armor to provide them with effective protection.

"No wonder you dare not get the armor." Richard pouted at the blade, and the blood mist drifted away. The land under his feet is on the west side of Chakshi. At this moment, he can't help but suspect that he is paying tribute to the ancient sword sage "Ximen Blowing Blood."

Immediately afterwards, the full-scale collision between the Alpine Fort Ripper Group and the Blood Knights began.

In the distance, the Skal Land Dragon is gradually accelerating.