Vol 3 Chapter 83

Act eighty-three ambush (the first changed, please stay tuned)

In the last days of autumn and early winter, Pedalsong was already in a depression, the trees were already bare, but the forest seemed to be a monster with fangs and claws hovering on both sides of the road.

The sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and the eleven knights separated the mist from the white mist and broke into the silent early morning.

In order to ensure speed, the riders kept the horse running at a small pace, but they didn't gallop-there were about a hundred miles from here to Ruda, and they had to maintain horsepower.

Except for the rider in the middle, who was wrapped in a long black cloth, everyone was fully armed, and the saber and the cold-blinking crossbow occasionally emerged from under the long cloak. The knights were always on high alert, and looked around from time to time. The forest in the early winter was cold and bleak, but there were still wolves in the woods.

The knights kept moving forward, and soon came to a small river. The river was still frozen at this season, the water was sparkling, and there was a deserted stone bridge on the shore-but at this time, the headed knight suddenly raised his hands alertly and stopped the others.

The knights tightened their reins to stop the war horse and looked around. The headed knight retracted his hand, and made a gesture to the left and right-meaning someone was ambushing-then he turned the horse's head and pulled out the sword from his waist.

The knights turned their horses from side to side, and immediately formed a circular array with the escorts as their center. The uniform actions showed that these knights were well trained, even the scouts in the general legion of Eruin could not reach this level.

But with the action of the knights, there was also a turbulent sound in the forest, and noble private soldiers in leather armor stood up in the bushes on both sides. These ambushers each held weapons-tomahawks, Bucket or crossbow.

Apparently the ambushers were aware that they were ready to storm after they were discovered, but the knights were not slow to respond, and they even shot before these ambushes. The knights in black did not hesitate to release the crossbow at the waist and shoot around. A few ambushers just burst out of the bush and came to the road and were shot over.

The knights had excellent shooting skills. They kept turning the horse's head and put arrows around. Many ambushers were shot in the throat and killed, and the corpse was quickly surrounded by a circle. The crossbow ammunition is limited, and the private soldiers seem to know this. After five rounds of firing, they screamed out and rushed out of the forest.

But the knights did not panic. They opened their cloaks with their left hands, and took out a hand axe from below with their right hands, and threw them forward. A sound of screams rang through the sky, and many birds in dreams fluttered their wings. Fly from the surrounding forest.

The unsuspecting ambushers immediately fell down the front row.

"Come on, they're out of arms!"

"Don't give them a chance to wind!"

But the pungent blood smell in the cold air in the early morning will only excite these desperate people. Some of the noble personal soldiers shouted wildly-they have an absolute number advantage, almost ten times that of the other party, even if it is a pile of lives. Heap each other.

The knights' cool shots have angered these people, and the ambushers rushed frantically to try to turn the battle into a ground-fighting melee.

It's a pity they found that things were not as they thought.

The opponent's power was far beyond their imagination. The Cavaliers pulled their swords together, and a dramatic change took place on the court. As the long silver sword flickered-the white air flow crisscrossed-they almost constituted a large air-tight net that made those reckless forward ambushes bump against it.

Then flesh and blood flew across, and the remains and limbs fell backwards, leaving a blood rain on the heads of the people behind.

Many ambushers were completely blinded. When they arranged the ambush in advance, they were told that their opponents were a group of cavalry of the kingdom. But no one told them that all the Cavaliers have the silver peak.

At first, the noble personal soldiers could rely on inertia to rush forward to those indifferent knights, but within a short time, the morale of these black people collapsed completely.

Before he got close, he lost nearly a third of his own. As soon as the fevered heads cooled down, these aristocratic personal soldiers realized the terribleness of the other party, and they didn't need to remind them, they just rushed away—even escaping faster than at least twice as fast—

The battle soon ended.

The headed knight stopped and took a deep breath of **** air. He raised his hand to stop his own pursuit. Just the first ambush they have encountered since the journey? Pursuing is also meaningless. It is impossible to catch valuable targets, not to mention that their own tasks are the most important.

All the knights stopped, they checked the nigh, and then the low wives wiped their long swords on the corpse to regain their swords.

No one spoke during the whole process, only the sound of the war horse touching his nose--

The headed knight's gray eyes swept across the battlefield, and he looked at the corpses all over the ground. None of these aristocratic personal soldiers showed a significant sign indicating which side they were, nor did they play any banner. They were more like a group Bandit robbers-but the robbers are not so trained.

Then he pulled down the cloak's mask, revealing a thin, pale face of a middle-aged man. He glanced back, and the rider they escorted patted the long black package on his back to show safety, and then the other person raised his head and pulled down on the mask.

Reveal a young man's face.

Exactly, the owner of this face also knows Brando, his name is Tester, Viscount Tester. But at present the appearance of the Viscount has changed a little. He has lost a lot of weight in the past month, and his face is even worse. A pair of pupils seem to be burning with the green flame of the lake.

"Safety."

If Brando were here, he would be startled by the Viscount. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if someone had pierced a leaky throat, and the young man sucked and sucked his nose, as if uttering this sentence made him spend a great deal of effort.

"Where are these people?" The middle-aged man looked at the corpses on the ground and asked.

"Prince Annek," Tester replied in a husky voice.

"He?" The middle-aged man froze slightly. "Isn't that old guy showing us something?"

"The aristocracy is a guy with two sides and three swords." Tester sucked his nose and replied, "You don't have to look at me, I'm the same, so don't believe me, I will definitely stab the knife behind you if you have the chance."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Interesting, but rest assured, I only trust my people."

"Huh," Tester didn't even look at each other. He pulled up his mask to get on the road, but it was at this time that the young Viscount froze--

He saw a green reflection flashing through the forest, and his face suddenly became very bad.

"Be careful behind." Tester immediately put on his mask and said to the middle-aged knight.

The headed knight turned back immediately, but a little later, the green light hit his chest. The middle-aged man is astonished at what kind of hex art this is, but his expression has been fixed forever at this moment, and Tester saw the captain of the cavalry turning into a stone statue in front of himself.

That guy chased after him!

The young Viscount throbbed his heart, and as soon as he saw the familiar scene, he knew who was here. That nightmare-like memory is still tormenting him to this day, but he did not expect that the nightmare turned into reality again at that moment, he almost wanted to pull his leg and run, but his hands and feet seemed to take root, like a demon He did not listen to him at all.

Then he saw the monster covered in emerald green armor coming out of the jungle-all the knights were stagnant, and of course they saw the captain's encounter, but this weird way of attack was beyond everyone's knowledge , They have not responded for a while-what should be good at this time.

Guard against each other? However, no one seems to dare to say that there is any better defense against such a green light. To avenge the captain, who can find out the details of the other party.

The knights froze there for a moment.

But the emerald knight who walked out of the forest apparently did not accept them. He came over step by step, and the target was Tester, who was guarded by all the knights.

In the face of this knight's approaching step by step, the young Viscount, who had the primary strength of gold, found that he was so scared that he couldn't even move a byte from his throat.

"you……"

He had just squeezed out a word, and finally a knight could not stand to shoot at the emerald knight. But the opponent just held up his sword as soon as he raised his hand, and then the knight was taken off by a couple of people with his horse, hitting a black pine not far away, and then there was no sound.

The Emerald Knight's hand clearly shocked everyone, but also made the knights react-enemy or friend! The knights shouted in unison, the long sword in their hands stabbed at each other-but the countless blades were blocked by a layer of pale green light around the emerald knight's body.

Top magic armor.

Everyone's mind is sinking. The top magic armor has a strong magic defense on the outer layer. This protection can not only protect ordinary magic attacks, but even physical attacks such as swords can be blocked.

Only a few of these armors were produced by the court alchemy masters during the heyday of the kingdom in Eruin. The number is absolutely scarce, but the people who can own them must not be simple.

The knights were sinking their hearts while guessing what the other side was sacred, but unfortunately they did not realize that they were running out of time. Test couldn't say anything at all, because these knights had found that starting with their swords—even magic swords—was a little bit of stone.

This discovery frightened them, and quickly abandoned the sword, but it was useless. In the end, the dozen or so knights turned into stone statues standing still on the avenue.

Seeing this scene, Tester felt that he was about to collapse, but in fact, when the Emerald Knight slowly walked up to him, he found that he was not neurotic because of this-although he hoped so, or simply This is just dreaming.

The Emerald Knight came to his horse step by step, raised his head and stared at him, neither talking nor attacking, so motionless.

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