Below, Elden Juggernaut

Either the enemy is too smart, or there are two or five youngsters on his side.

"Let that Wei Ming Yixin come to see me, what's going on!"

Gregor never expected that Dunn was watching secretly from the watchtower several hundred meters away, but the demigod's keen intuition made him realize that something was wrong.

murderous look?From side rear? ?

He turned his head abruptly, and saw a group of men in black passing through the rain, raising their exquisite hand crossbows.

Shhhhhh...

The vibrating sound of the bowstrings was connected together, it was some kind of continuous crossbow, dozens of people in the area released several times the firepower in a short time.

A sneak attack from behind, coupled with the lack of armor of the defeated army, nearly a hundred people fell down in an instant like cutting wheat. As soon as Greg turned around, a lost knight rushed in front of him.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, a black crossbow pierced through the rain and shot the knight into the air, and with a glimpse, Grek clearly saw that the long and narrow crossbow had a spiral-shaped arrow.

Black key stake?Round Table Assassins!

A black mist rose in the rain, there was no sound, and no one could be seen clearly. A group of silent killing machines rushed into the crowd, and then brandished short knives to pierce the throat, or put the crossbow on the enemy's forehead to shoot. Extraordinary knight.

Damn it, you dare to plot against me!

Greg slammed down the big axe, and a gust of air lifted the rain curtain, tearing apart the friendly army and several assassins like an invisible blade, but before he could laugh out loud, his eyes widened rapidly.

A large group of pyroxene rubble was rolled out like a storm, forcing Greg to jump back quickly, but the soldiers around him didn't have the reaction speed, and were blasted to pieces on the spot.

Greg flew in the air, chopped dozens of Huiyuan sword formations flying with his big axe, and finally saw who the attacker was.

"'Outlier Mage' Vehele??"

The magician in civilian clothes swung his staff quickly, harvesting life efficiently, and his casting speed was no less than those magic professors.

"Go to hell!"

Greg cut down the big axe, forming two and a half moons in the air, Vehele didn't even look at it, his 'white hair' fluttered, and a swordsman jumped out, wielding a large spiral sword, and chopped the storm blade in the air broken.

'White Wolf War Ghost' Bagram?

dong dong dong.....

A man with faded heavy armor rushed out, he was not fast, the dark golden armor was extremely thick, and then relied on brute force to force the soldiers to fly all over the sky, a nobleman with limbs jumped out, slashing wildly There were sparks again and again.

'Bighorn' Telagos!

Greg secretly cried out, this is obviously a long-planned conspiracy, and his "cooperation" gave the enemy a chance to attack, and the all-star lineup in the round table hall has arrived, which proves——

A bright torrent illuminated the night, Greg tore off his luxurious cloak, revealing six arms behind him.

One hand holding a huge shield immediately moved forward, and the other hand holding a staff added magic protection.

boom!boom!boom!

Successive broom stars evaporated the torrential rain, and the powerful force directly knocked Greg back tens of meters. This was not over, and golden spears fell from the sky, and dozens of magic sword blades flew from the front.

Gregor spun, like a storm of blades rising from the ground, tearing apart all attacks, but when the storm fell, he looked at the black key stake piercing through his golden breastplate, and roared to the sky under the pain of scarlet corruption :

"It's you, 'Sir Pakage' Gideon Offnell!"

Resolute means, sneak attack not talking about Wude, this is the meeting gift given to him by the "brain" of the fader.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness Greg." Gideon bowed gracefully, but his eyes were full of clowns. He smiled and said, "Now, can you please die for the future of the border land?"

"You bastard!" Greco was furious, cursing and cursing, but his mind was clear.

He can kill any one of them, but these faders have no chance of winning together.

Four, no, more hero-level faders cooperated far and near, and there was a tricky assassin in the dark, and the legendary black key caused him the first damage.

What should we do now?If you retreat, this army will definitely be gone, but if you stay...

The Faded One didn't give him time to think about it. Using the firepower of the "Outlier Mage" Vehele as cover, and Bagram and Tragos as arrows, they fiercely charged the crumbling army formation, while the Round Table Assassins dispersed separately. Kill any soldiers who gather.

With skillful coordination, fierce impact, and powerful firepower, if you can still rely on the superiority of numbers to fight in the daytime, how many people in this kind of chaotic battle can stand their companions being killed in pieces?

"Your Highness, let's go!" Morey roared, his voice was very sharp because of the limb-attachment, and his violent slashes forced Teragos back, but Bagram passed by and cut off with his sword. right leg.

It braced its body, but when a small arrow shot into its neck, the whole person immediately swayed as if it was about to fall asleep, and several consecutive broom stars had already swept over it.

damn it!

Seeing that his confidant was beheaded in a few rounds, Grek turned around without hesitation, and decisively left the entire army behind, even if his back was hit continuously by the Arrow of Deep Sleep, he would not stop.

This time it was Gideon's turn to be taken aback. He didn't expect that Grek, as a vassal, would run away in such a shameless manner. He didn't want all the honor and army, so he didn't think about running back, so what?

'I clearly gave him the illusion of a comeback. '

Just absent minded for a moment, Grek, whose legs were like the wind, ran a few hundred meters away in a few jumps, and he hurriedly stopped Bagram, who had risen up.

"Chase, don't let him run away!"

What the Faded One wanted was the Great Rune, not the honor of defeating Stonewell's army. Unlike Sir Baizhi, who was crowded with people and blocked his vision, Dunn squatted on the sentry tower, but he could see clearly.

The round table hall is very fierce, the leaders are not inferior to him, Sir Baizhi is really an old man, did Greek take advantage of the teacher's loss, and specially strengthened the magic limbs?

Although the two sides didn't fight each other for too long, to Tang En, the intelligence was almost exhausted.

"Greek will escape? He lost his army, and he will be powerless when he returns to Stonewell." Melina asked in surprise. This is illogical, let alone her identity.

"You don't know this person. Greg is an existentialist. He believes that as long as he lives, he will be able to turn around sooner or later."

Tang En jumped off the sentry tower, whistled and summoned Torette. Greg ran extremely fast, but it was a pity that he only had two legs.

"Listening to you, it's like knowing Greg well."

Tang En didn't answer, he stepped directly on the spirit horse, and shouted at the surrounding knights: "Stop these faders, and I will protect Your Highness!"

Although Tang En didn't know where he got a war horse, he was still one of his own. He was a "disciplinary committee member" valued by His Royal Highness Greg, and his orders were like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw.

A wandering man needs hope, and command is the only hope.

"Follow me, brothers, protect Your Highness!" A homeless knight yelled, the private soldiers of the nobles had fled long ago, and now those who dared to gather around Gregor were all diehards, they were stunned by the surprise attack just now, but now Tang En's appearance immediately had a backbone.

After someone cut him off, Tang En turned his horse and rushed out of the barracks, answering Melina's question by the way: "At the junction, no one knows Greg better than me."

If Greg had been a decent person, he wouldn't have knelt down and licked his feet ten years ago. The humiliation back then was much stronger than it is now, and he could still endure it, and it took him ten years to develop silently, stirring up the situation again.

Since it was successful once, why not succeed the second time?

But for him, his brain is almost used up, now he just needs to look at the knife in his hand!

With the wind and rain and thunder roaring, he left the chaotic barracks behind him, and the spirit horse sprinted forward with brisk hoofs. No one could catch up with this speed.

The hall of the round table was killing wildly, but brave knights kept coming up to die. The rain was too heavy, and they didn't know what was going on. They only vaguely saw a war horse chasing Greg.

Hahaha, thank you for your help.

Tang En glanced at the chaotic battlefield behind him, looked up to the sky and laughed, lying on Torrette's back, his eyes silently staring at the fleeing figures hundreds of meters away.

"Aside from that tyrannical and arrogant appearance, he is just a coward full of obsession and selfishness. He thinks that as long as he lives, he will be able to take revenge. But this time—"

"He's not so lucky."

If the matter of Ningmgfu is regarded as a chess game, then everyone on this chess board feels that they are influencing the fate of others.

Gregor thinks so, Sir Baizhi thinks so, even Vic and the nobles feel that they are manipulating the situation of the battle, but Tang En tells them with cruel facts:

No, chess player, just came out!

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Chapter 180 Come on, continue the deathmatch ten years ago!

The wind and rain are blowing, the sky and the earth are dark, and those wailing and killing sounds are gradually fading away.

Everyone knew that in this battle, Stonewell's army was definitely defeated. The noble private soldiers, which accounted for more than half of the number, collapsed on the spot, and the rest of the elite also lost their command, and were beheaded by faders like headless chickens.

These tragedies kept stimulating Greg's heart, causing him to bite his lips to bleed, mixed in the rain, looking very hideous.

"Damn, despicable faders, how dare they plot against me, and those idiots, the fortress was not taken down, and they were attacked at night."

Greg won't look for reasons from himself, and scolded everyone from beginning to end. This failure is all due to the uselessness of subordinates, scouts, and that damned fader. He insisted on doing some army formation at this time. Otherwise, there are more than 100 powerful knights around me who can cover the situation.

"Damn damn damn..."

He stopped and cut down the surrounding trees with a big axe, and then he bent down and gasped for breath.

Peeling off the breastplate and pulling out the black key stake, the wound around the wound showed a scarlet and rotten appearance, with pus flowing down with the raindrops, and feeling a little dizzy, the hand behind pulled out a few small purple arrows , took it to the face and looked, the furious expression turned pale.

Torina Sleeping Arrow?

Gregor remembered that there was a hero named 'Deep Sleep Arrow' in the hall of the round table, and instantly crushed it.

mean!Shameless!

After being hit by the scarlet corruption and the sleeping arrow, he took the head and hit a few hero-level faders. Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would have stayed there.

"Treat the injury first, and then find a way to return to Stonewell. As long as you enter the city, there will be no one..."

His words stopped abruptly, and the faint sound of horseshoes pierced his ears, and he raised his head subconsciously.

Through the dense rain, he saw a black horse appearing on the hill, and there was a familiar figure on the horse, dressed in black, wearing a silver mask, holding a cross gun, and holding the reins, walking far away. look out.

"It's you!?"

"Your Highness, you can't do this. As the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army, how can you leave the soldiers and escape by yourself? Could it be that you have forgotten the "Seventeen Bans and 54 Cuts" I just announced?" Tang En showed no shame, just like that Staring at him coldly, he drank the Holy Grail bottle of elixir and added buffs to himself.

Gregor originally wanted to settle accounts with this idiot, but when he heard these inexplicable words, he couldn't react for a while.

Da da da......

The sound of horseshoes sounded, and the knight rushed down the hill. Following the wind and rain, he shouted wildly: "The army retreated after being attacked, and the rear team defeated the front team. Now the whole army is broken. Please donate your head to rectify the law of the army!"

Halfway through the conversation, Torrete accelerated sharply. As soon as the words fell, Tang En rushed to him and stabbed with a gun.

clang--

The giant ax intersected with the spear, and the strong horsepower directly pushed Greg to fly out. He held the spear, and couldn't help laughing for a while.

"You're crazy, I'm a demigod!"

"Everyone is equal under the military law. Please go first, and I will kill myself immediately." Tang En shouted angrily, twisted the spear and swept it to the side, knocking Greck's crown into the air, and he rolled up, with two long halberds behind him Cut like a circular saw.

boom! !

Torrete rushed out resolutely, and was blasted out of the big hole behind her. Then, she jumped several steps in a row like a horse show. Tang En only heard a "crash" behind him, and several meters long Half a month passed.

"You ignorant trash, I was going to kill you!" Greg was about to die of anger. Not only did the trash not break his back, he even ran up to him and yelled nonsense, stretching his arms to his shoulders, releasing magic like cannonballs.

The broom star shoots in succession.

A series of azure light beams swept across one after another, blasting out long trails of mud on the ground, but the spirit horse ran fast, and sprinted into the woods, only to hear the sound of trees falling to the ground.

"Good horse." Tang En touched Torette's neck, and the latter snorted proudly, while he sat up straight, saying to himself that he was indeed a demigod.

Even the weakest one among the demigods is not comparable to ordinary heroes, and his innate talent makes his eyes turn red with envy.

Fortunately, the gentlemen of the round table hall sent assists, let alone the poisoning, at least there was something wrong with Greg's whole mentality.

Having just suffered a big defeat, and with powerful enemies chasing after him, Grek had no time to waste with Tang En. Soon, the tyrannical voice echoed in the forest again.

"Go away, I won't hold you accountable, otherwise when they come, no one will survive!"

Tang En's current crime is nothing more than coming up with a "bad idea" that caused him to fail, and then he still has problems in his mind. At this point, he is still talking about military law.

"It's time to go, Torette." Tang En patted the horse's head, and then said to Melina who appeared, "What are you going to do?"

Perhaps Tang En's showmanship was too shocking, Melina didn't speak, but raised her head and said, "What do you want me to do."

"It's up to you, forget it, try not to make trouble." Tang En threw out this sentence, ignored Melina who was stunned, kicked the horse's belly, and replied loudly:

"Cleaning up military discipline is the mission entrusted by His Highness, and we dare not slack off!"

Gregor was about to vomit blood with anger, he gripped the big ax tightly, and said to himself, I'll kill you idiot first, the sound of the horse's hooves came to his ears again, and the arms holding the staff were already raised.

Soon, a spirit horse rushed out of the woods. This place was a mountain depression. The spirit horse charged along the slope at a high speed, splashing muddy water on its four hooves, while Greg, who was standing by a stream, raised his staff without saying a word. Just shoot.

The broom star shoots in succession.

Huiyuan Sword Formation.

The beam of light is in front, and the flying sword is behind, as if to cover every inch of space, even a cavalry team will perish on the spot.

'After fighting with the teacher, did you find that magic is more useful than martial arts? 'Twain's face was illuminated by the light, and in an instant, there was already a look.

Greg's limb-attaching abilities can be combined at will, and now he is mixed with the Academy of Magic. He will never lack resources. This is indeed much better than a few splicing taps, but——