The Troublesome Hero Among the Heroes

The dark clouds in the sky are pressed down little by little with a dull thunder, and the light of lightning shines from time to time.

At first sunrise, this day was like preparing to go dark.

On the mountain path, several people on packhorses were whipping their horses, looking back from time to time to see how close the chaser was to him.

These packhorses were not good at speed, but they were better than running on two legs. These people fled to the small town half a day earlier than some people planned.

A middle-aged woman yelled: "They are going to catch me, we will run separately when we get out of the mountain!"

The middle-aged man who pressed the line at the end said: "Don't think about it, those people are soldiers, they must have an ambush at the mountain pass! Now they are consuming us by hanging us behind! Go out of the mountain and run directly into the city!"

It was said, and the bowstring sounded immediately among the chasing soldiers.

The middle-aged man dodged subconsciously to the side, and the arrow aimed at the back of his heart passed through the thin blouse and clothes, and finally stuck on his shoulder.

In order not to worry his companions, this middle age person gritted his teeth as if nothing happened, and continued on his way.

Sure enough, when they rushed out of the mountain pass and saw the city wall of the small town ahead, nearly a hundred people rushed out of the mountain forest next to them.

The man who hit the arrow knew that the last moment had come. He took off the mace on his waist and used the nail on it in turn to move towards the flattery strands of several workhorses.

The exhausted workhorse was stimulated by the pain, and immediately overdrafted its life force and quickly moved towards the front.

The sudden acceleration of the workhorse made the bandits trying to encircle startled, but they could only watch them rush out, but failed to kill one or two people as planned.

In the field ahead, there are some farmers checking whether the drainage ditch leading to the canal in the field is unblocked, so that the crops in the field will not be damaged by the water in the rainstorm.

Several people on horseback hurriedly moved towards the farmer in the field and shouted: "Run, the bandits are coming!"

No need for them to call second time, the mountains rush out More than two hundred robbers in torn clothes and weapons and the low horns on the town’s city wall made the farmers run fast.

The wide and deep canal on the outermost side of the field followed the creek. The water inside was pumped up to irrigate the ground, but it was barely used as a moat during the war.

Several people on horseback rushed to the wooden bridge on the south side of the canal. They saw that a youngster was not running, but standing on the bridge with a dark face.

Charles' face had to be black, because these people were all wearing white blouses. Although they were dirty, the red maple leaf logo on them was still very conspicuous.

No one told him before that the Amelie Princess had also joined the Knight team of the hospital and was participating in the investigation of pot belly disease in the south.

"Old Captain?!"

The middle age person behind the palace stopped and looked at Charles by the bridge in an incredible way.

"Peel?" Charles still remembers the first group of members of the Knight regiment in this hospital. It was he who proposed to use scratching as a punishment for the Knight regiment and voted for it.

Before Peel could respond, his workhorse fell to the ground as hard as he could.

Charles caught him and said in surprise: "Are you hurt?"

"It's okay," Peel said with a grin, "I just got stung."

Charles hurriedly checked him. The bandit's bow and arrow were not of good quality. They were just stuck in the flesh without hurting the bones.

This level of arrow drawing, cleaning, disinfection, and treatment is not a hassle for Charles, and the bandits have completed it before they rush over.

Charles said to him: "You should take a break in the town first, be smart, and report my name when you have to. Take these and find a place where no one is going to wear them."

Charles gave him a piece of the soul defense used in the space door defense line, and then taught him to use the magic shield on it, and asked him a few words.

Peel left, Charles walked up to the wooden bridge, took out the white mask that hadn't been worn for a long time, and put it on, then took out the long-unused knife.

His plan is about to change. Since those people attacked the members of the Knights in the hospital, there would be no room for maneuver.

The two hundred bandits are near. Their plan is to rush out of the town to kill some people and destroy them, so as to send fear to the town.

When the large army pressed up to surround the town in the evening, this fear was enough to crush the people in the town.

Although the people in the field seem to be running out now, there is another person standing on the wooden bridge stupidly.

A bandit started to look for stakes in the field. Later, he could sharpen the stakes and put the fool on it and stand outside the city gate.

On the south city gate, City Guard commander Philip and the soldiers next to him watched nervously at the man on the wooden bridge in the distance raising the knife.

"pa 嚓!"

A huge lightning smashed a scarecrow in the field into a torch.

The dazzling electric light shook everyone's eyes.

They looked again, and the man on the wooden bridge had already swung the sword.

Those bandits who gathered to rush to the wooden bridge only left the part below the ankles to stay in place, and the other parts were divided into unknown pieces by the wind blade and blown forward.

There is silence between Heaven and Earth, only the sound of wind, and the sound of thunder from time to time.

Because the big rain drops, the world will be foggy for a moment.

The dark red blood on the ground was washed into the canal by the heavy rain, and it didn't take a moment for the canal to become scary red.

It's just that the heavy rain keeps going, and these dark red canal waters gradually fade and become turbid, and in the end it seems that it has never been red.

It was already afternoon when the rain stopped, and the clouds were thinner, but they never disappeared.

The 4,000-person team can be regarded as a battle strength that cannot be ignored, and it is already a large army among the southern countries.

I don’t know how many years and how many nobles and forces the Kontelov family has accumulated before accumulating this private army.

When these true and false bandits walked out of the forest, they looked at the crowd and were quite vigorous.

Although they are sparse and do not form a formation, they appear to be imposing manner when they rely on their numerical superiority to slowly come up.

It's just that they stopped suddenly. The human remains on the floor were not more than half a meter in size, and the thieves stopped at the bridgehead more than a hundred meters and did not dare to step forward.

This team of bandits and various noble private soldiers and mercenaries was commanded by Zlatan, the second son of the Kontrov family. He saw the team in front stopped and walked forward.

The half of his head lying on the ground looked at Zlatan with his empty left eye open. Zlatan had to take a little effort to recognize that the owner of this half of his head was one of his own Knights. He commanded the team that chased Peel and Amelie Princess.

lifts the head, Zlatan saw someone holding a big blade with a pure white mask on his face, standing quietly on the bridge head.

An inexplicable premonition rise in the mind. He remembered some rumors he heard from the Spirit Warrior soldiers when he participated in the Spirit Race battle against the Murlocs in the south a few years ago.

Zlatan took a deep breath, thinking of the four thousand troops behind him, feeling that he had a great advantage, so he waved his hand and brought the team forward.

He was the only one who took two steps forward, and no one dared to move the bandit who was at the forefront of the line as cannon fodder.

On the bridgehead, someone shouted loudly: "I am Charles Megadon! Who dares to fight to the death with me?"

The sound is like a huge thunder, and the thunder in the cloud is inferior to the voice. Three points.

As Pan Golden Lotus said: "The name of a person, the shadow of a tree."

The prestige that Charles has accumulated before is compatible with the stumps of the ground in front of him, without the aura of fear Let the bandits hear everything.

After a while, seeing nothing from the bandits, Charles yelled again: "Charles Megadon is here! Who dares to fight to the death?"

Zlatan saw those Not only did the bandits and mercenaries dared not move forward, many of them started to back up, and they turned to their attendants and said, "Call the slave up. As long as he kills the fake Megadon, he will be free."

After a while, a strong murloc with a height of more than three meters and a long scar on his chest came up, holding a harpoon in his hand.

It's just that his feet are shaking a little, no one knows Charles' terrifying better than them.

Zlatan said to him: "That's a fake, how could the real Megadon be in such a small place."

The murloc swallowed his saliva and thought the master said It makes sense, so I took the courage and prepared to fight for my own freedom in the past.

At this moment, Charles waved his knife and shouted: "While fighting and not fighting, retreating and not retreating, but why!"

The familiar blade light pierced the depths of memory. , The murloc suddenly recalled the scene before he was captured outside Durian City: a small human wearing the same white mask and wielding the same big knife rushed out from there, and took a knife before he could react. I slashed it in my chest. When I got up, I saw the same blade light cut off General Eugene's head.

Thinking of this, his heart trembled violently and then stopped.

"bang!"

Under the gaze of thousands of people, the tall murloc fell down like a landslide and died.

Zlatan was stunned for two seconds before realizing that the murloc slave bought a few years ago was scared to death by Charles alive.

"Attack!" Zlatan roared flustered and exasperated, "Give me offense! Whoever kills that person and breaks the city wants whatever they want..."

No one knows what rewards will be given after the city is broken, because Zlatan's head exploded under the high-speed impact of the electromagnetically accelerated projectile.

The supreme commander was beheaded, and the bandits and soldiers immediately fell into a state of no leader.

Just when they couldn't decide whether to advance or retreat for a while, the massacre came.

Eight black football-sized cat-eared puffs suddenly flew out of the mud all around. They floated in the air with big mouths emitting orange light, and countless magic missiles hiding the sky and covering the earth smashed down.

Charles continued to shoot with the electromagnetic rifle in his hand. His target was those who were powerful and officers-like.

As long as these four thousand people do not have a unified command, they are like pieces of water tofu in front of him.

It took only 3 minutes from the time Zlatan was headshot to when Charles shot into the crowd with an electromagnetic rifle and a sword. The four thousand bandits had lost a lot, and the people behind began to flee.

Someone deceived Charles when he was seen killing him alone. Only one person tried to surround him, but a huge wall made up of golden circles suddenly appeared in the sky, and countless dense swords, guns and axes shot out, instantly shooting these People bombarded to scum.

Following a wave of his broad sword, the one-meter-long wind blade composed of countless high-purity Wind Elements slammed into the bandit group, and a heavy rain of broken people and blood fell into the crowd.

The bloody scene overwhelmed the bandits' nerves and scared everyone's feet trembling. Some people wanted to run, but their weak legs couldn't help them.

Charles, who took out true strength, killed the bandits like a road roller crushing water tofu. Even if the soldiers in the rear formed an army to resist, it just made him swipe one more knife.

It is exactly:

How can you hear the sound of the thunderbolt when the sick person is defeated? There are countless people who are under the sword for a while, wailing and surging, fleeing like a landslide, trampling on one another.

I don’t know how long this killing lasted. Those who dared to fight back and didn’t run fast enough fell under the knife; those who tried to jump into the creek and the canal were entangled in the ambush by the ambush. Pulling the ankle to the bottom of the water, and finally there was another electric shock; the people who ran into the mountains could not escape the black puffs flying in the sky, and fell under the magic missile one after another.

In the end, ten of the four thousand bandits could escape.

Later generations have a poem to praise:

For the protection of the robe, the eyes are wide open, and murderous aura is born outside the town of Biro.

A knife is like a thunder tremor, retreating tens of thousands of soldiers alone.