Chapter 235: You are a hater

"Report, charging is complete." A shaman wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The commander nodded, "well done, continue to the second one. There must be some means this guy used to defeat the 3,000 men. In case our magic props fail to hit the first blow, or fail to kill him, we should fill an extra magic container as a backup. "

"Yes, sir!" The shamans continued to work. Just now the magic container had absorbed the magic of dozens of shamans, so they had to put on another batch of shamans to continue to fill the second magic container with magic.

The commander turned outside, waved to the deputy general who commanded the physical army, and shouted, "try your opponent and see if he can really avoid all physical attacks."

The deputy general nodded, and he was riding on a camel, followed by five hundred elite Mamluk.

He raised his machete high and shouted, "team one, come with me! Let's ride to Robb, get into axe hitting range, throw axes, and step back immediately, whether hit or not.”

"Yes!” The Mamluks replaced roared.

The scene surprised the little nobles who watched the game, but they immediately thought that it was no problem for Godfather to fight 3, 000 people. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Baron Nuolun deliberately picked up a piece of cake with slow movement and sent it to his mouth. He did it smoothly which shows his elegance and calmness. He smiled at the enemy army in front. His state of mind is calm, full of noble style. [You scum, don't you want to come to worship me?]

Even with the 500 men charging, Robb continued to walk slowly, as he walked, he said with sound of nature, "listen, retreat immediately, or it will be too late to escape."

Of course, no one thought that these axes could kill Robb, and even the most arrogant soldiers of the desert kingdom dared not think so naively, because Robb had defeated three thousand men alone and dared to challenge ten thousand alone. It is impossible without some real ability.

Everyone just wants to see what method this person is going to use to deal with the flying axes.

Miss!

Then, continuous axes, a thousand, kept passing through him!

Miss!