This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 71

Gilbert, who was blue-faced, rushed over without saying a word, picked up his sword and fought the Marquise.

He had no intention of keeping his hands at all, and every time he swung his sword, he went straight to the point. However, these extremely dangerous attacks were dodged by Mrs. Count one after another, and she even found an opportunity to bully her in and punched him fiercely in the corner of his eye.

Gilbert took a step back, clutching his broken eyes, and threatened with a grim expression: "Pomona! You forced me! Don't blame me..."

"I am not only Forcing you, I'll beat you up!"

The marquise, who was so excited, pounced on her "smiling", raising her hand and sealing her with an elbow. Perhaps because of her temper, a trace of resentment gradually emerged in her eyes.

When Gilbert swung the sword to block, she raised her arm sideways to pass the blade, then opened her left armpit and clamped the blade firmly, locking Gilbert's long sword firmly in the underarm. The free right hand beat Gilbert's chest and abdomen frantically, every punch made Gilbert's armor peng, and the violent collision sound was deafening.

"It was promised to exchange leather goods and soldiers for iron, salt and rice, did you do it?"

Pomona knocked Gilbert's armor into a big hole with a knee. , while beating and shouting with anger on his face:

"In the first few years, you could barely fulfill the contract, but then the supplies began to gradually decrease each year. Deliberately sent my clansman out to die!"

Her fists were getting heavier and heavier, and the cuirass, which seemed to be of excellent quality, was smashed with potholes, and even two cracked gap.

"The 3,000 newly added two years ago, how many are still left? Even fifty of your Warren family can't die, so why does my clansman suffer heavy casualties every time? Even my own nephew is missing a leg?"

As she spoke, her eye sockets started to turn red, and the strength in her fists increased by three points.

"You threatened our tribe with food and forced our tribe to cut off business with most of the Chamber of Commerce. Do you know how many people will starve to death this year? My clansman has no choice but to fight with him in order to survive. The Archduke of the North was desperate, and you..."

Gilbert resisted Pomona's furious attack without a word, as if woken up by the successive blows, with an old face on his face. His expression was no longer angry, but became extremely gloomy.

He found himself no match for Pomona.

Earth Knight is invincible on the battlefield. Even the people and horses are wrapped in thick stone armor. Once they charge, it is a nightmare for the enemy, but in this one-on-one battle, there is no speed advantage. Knight is just a more resistant can.

even more how is now fighting a melee battle with a Battlemaster, even if the Marquise is not very experienced in combat, but the huge power is real, every time the stone armor is just put on the upper body, it will be ruthless. Dispersing it directly will not protect it at all.

Gilbert was beaten back and forth again and again by her, and even his long sword was bent, probably because he had to rely on him to provide food. The Marquise did not kill, but Gilbert was beaten by her. Bleeding from the corners of the mouth.

After getting a hole in his breastplate with an elbow, he hurriedly resisted the attack and shouted with a sullen face:

"Stop! I'll give you food!"

"How much?" The marquise's attack slowed down, and a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"At least you can get through this winter!"

Mrs. Count, who had red eyes just now, grinned and showed a sincere smile. It turns out that there is food for one meal, so you should have said it earlier. If you said it earlier, I would have beaten you years earlier!

"pu!" Her vision turned blood red.

Just as she relaxed her vigilance, Gilbert opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood on her face, completely blocking her vision, then raised his long sword indifferently, and stabbed without the slightest hesitation Passing over, she pierced her heart with a precise and cruel sword, and the entire tip of the sword did not go into her chest.

The Marchioness fell down with an unbelievable expression, and

the chest of the white pajamas instantly seeped a large blood stain, while Gilbert's expression remained cold, and he didn't play any tricks on himself. Shame on the little bit.

"Despicable... despicable... you are... not a man..."

"Is this your last word?" Gilbert raised his eyebrows and raised his long sword at the Marquise. cut off his neck.

"Pomona!"

An angry roar sounded from a distance, and a shock wave of scarlet spread from far to near.

The ground under Gilbert's feet was shaking wildly, and the sudden shock made the sword lose its head, and it failed to cut off the Marquise's neck, only a shallow wound was cut on her neck. .

Hans in a beggar outfit took the opportunity to pounce on his feet, and the Marchioness turned around and ran away.

"I forgot, you're still here."

Gilbert sneered, throwing away the bent long sword, and chased after him with his bare hands.

The bearded cousin fled desperately without looking back when a fiercely sip on the right side of his cheek left a familiar Red Seal.

"As expected...the little man I picked, dare to go up to the fourth rank."

The muscles on Hans's face trembled, and the full beard on his face followed. It trembled twice.

"You... don't talk, save your strength, and I'll take you to find the priest."

The Marchioness laughed feebly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, Hot blood stained Hans's "clothes" a lot.

"I'm already helpless. Although I temporarily closed the wound by closing my muscles, I'll die sooner or later. Put me down, while I still have some strength, I'll probably be able to... Block him for a few minutes, and you take the opportunity to find the queen..."

"Shut up!"

The bearded cousin yelled at her, gritted her teeth and rushed forward desperately running.

"Hans, you have to listen to me. I can't live anymore, you mustn't let you die with me, put me down and run..."

"None of you I can't run away."

Gilbert chased up in yellow light, and the dirt and rocks on the road spread up his knees, forming a thin earth-yellow armor.

"Go die for me!"

The fist covered with earth armor hit the Marquise's back, and caught off guard, this fist was firmly stamped. In the back of her heart, the two of them spit out a mouthful of blood in shock, and then they were smashed by the huge force and flew out.

As soon as the bearded man landed, he rolled and crawled to the Marquise's side, holding her back against his lap.

"Ho... Pomona! How are you?"

The Marchioness grinned laughed, her white teeth blood-dyed red.

"Badly alive."

A bad wind came from behind, and Hans hugged the Marquise and rushed out in embarrassment, and the ground behind them splashed and smashed. Beard's back drenched with blood.

"Hmm."

The Marchioness spat out a mouthful of blood, and her eyes gradually began to slack.

"Unfortunately, if I had known... that I would die, I would have..."

"You won't die! You won't die!" Hans held her up He put his hand on his face, and his beard was wet with two lines of tears.

"It should be... two more rounds..."