Seeing this scene, Torres did not let down his vigilance.
The blond boy raised his longbow with his right hand, and drew out a large white feathered arrow from the quiver with his left hand. With a soft creaking sound, the longbow was drawn into a full moon, and the cluster of arrows shone coldly, aiming at the blood man who rushed out of the thick fog , shouted loudly: "Say it again, at the Chambord army station, come and stop, and if you dare to step forward, kill-no-pardon!"
"No... don't... I'm... yes... I want to see His Majesty... I..."
The person who came was covered in blood, staggered, ignored Torres' warning, and continued to struggle towards the camp.
Seeing that the other party didn't listen to the warning, Torres snorted coldly, and was about to let go of the fingers holding the bowstring. At this moment, he suddenly focused his eyes, and saw the bloody man take out something from his arms. The blond boy saw it clearly. It turned out to be His Majesty's token, and I was shocked, and immediately knew that the person who came was a friend rather than an enemy, so I hurried over to help the person, and looked carefully, but it was a young man with an unfamiliar face, who had never seen it before. The half-meter-long wound that reached to the bone was shocking, and blood flowed out like a fountain, and the injury was extremely serious.
"Who are you? Why do you have the token of my Lord Chambord?"
Torres took off his cloak to wrap up the wound on the boy's back, and asked loudly.
"I... Your Majesty... Master... I am... saving... saving people..."
The seriously injured boy uttered a few chilly words with trembling lips. Due to the seriousness of his injuries, his consciousness had already fallen into a coma. The staggering and running just now seemed to have exhausted all his physical strength. At this moment, he could no longer hold on. I can't even say a complete sentence.
Torres frowned, feeling confused, and was about to bring the boy into the camp to ask His Majesty the King, when suddenly, there was another sound of chaotic and hurried footsteps coming from the distant fog, getting closer and closer. The closer you get, you can still hear the other party shouting and talking—"My lord, there is blood here, that untouchable must be right ahead..."
"Hmph, he was so badly injured that he couldn't run away, so I chased him, caught him, cramped and skinned him, how dare he hurt my young master, I want him to live and die..."
"Haha, don't worry, young master, he will never run away."
"..."
Torres' expression changed. Although it was only a few words of conversation, the blond boy still heard a lot of reasons from the other party's words. These people must have come after the seriously injured boy in his arms. He gently let the boy go. On one side, he made a warning signal towards the camp, and at the same time shook his longbow, stood where he was, and waited for someone coming from a distance.
Within half a minute, forty or fifty people rushed out of the fog, wearing standard metal armor, they should be soldiers nearby, the most eye-catching one was a giant man over two meters tall like a mountain of meat, with Each piece of muscle is like a rock, like a knife and an axe. The upper body is only wearing a piece of fine steel plate armor. There are four thick and dark stainless steel chains wrapped in a figure 8 between the shoulders and waist. The half-meter eight-edged black iron giant hammer was stained with rust and blood, and weighed at least seven to eight hundred catties.
Beside the giant hammer man, a young man in Chinese clothes was riding on a horse, arrogant and gesticulating.
"There, I saw it, hahaha, go and catch him!"
Seeing the seriously injured boy lying on the ground, the young man in Chinese clothes on horseback directly ignored the blond boy standing with a longbow on his wrist, and yelled as he rode on the horse.
"Yes, Master Cullen."
Several soldiers who wanted to curry favor with the young man in Huayi loudly agreed, and they were about to drag the seriously injured boy over immediately, but just as they took a step forward, they swished a few times in an instant, and the ten white-feathered sharp swords were almost At the same time, they were firmly nailed to the ground less than one centimeter in front of their feet, forming a straight line, impartial, and the distance between each sharp sword was no more than five fingers, all of which were buried 20 centimeters into the soil. There is no slight difference, which shows the superb archery skills of the archers.
"Buzz..."
The bowstring in the blond boy's hand was still trembling slightly. His eyes were like lightning, and he coldly swept across the faces of the crowd, saying word by word: "Anyone who approaches the Chambord army station within 20 meters for no reason will be killed. amnesty!"
"Damn it! What are you? What kind of bullshit Chambord? Why don't you get the hell out of here..."
The young man in Chinese clothes on horseback was furious.
On the contrary, the eyes of the meaty mountain-like man carrying the octagonal black iron sledgehammer showed a bit of solemnity. Just now, the blond boy's superb archery skills had given him a little surprise. The blond-haired boy was quite powerful, faintly like a peerless bow stretched like a full moon, exuding a daunting threat, he was a formidable opponent that should not be underestimated.
"Little brother, we have no intention of attacking the Chambord Barracks, but the young man next to you is a repeat offender of the [Storm Legion] at Thermopylae. You hand him over to us!"
The strong man with the black iron giant hammer had a scar on his face, raised his eyebrows, and walked out step by step, as if a mountain was crushing him head-on, and said loudly.
"Stop!"
Torres snorted coldly: "This boy has an order from my king, King Alexander, and you can't take it away!"
"Bastard!"
The young man in Chinese clothes on horseback was furious when he heard the words: "What kind of bullshit order from the king, this is Hot Spring Pass, and it is the world of [Storm Legion], I can take whoever I want, a small shampoo The country dares to overestimate itself, if you don’t get out of here, you will be taken away too!”
"Speak out to insult my majesty... kill!"
Torres was furious, and before he could finish his sentence, he saw his shoulders move slightly, and the three arrows roared through the air, rushing towards the three vital points of the young man in Chinese clothes, between the eyebrows, throat and heart in a zigzag shape.
"Ah... help me!"
The young man in Huayi was so frightened that he fell off his horse.
At this moment, there was a bang, and the air flowed suddenly, like a huge rock smashing the calm water surface, undercurrents emerged, black shadows flickered, and a huge hammer appeared across the sky above the arrow's flying route. Ding Ding Ding three soft sounds, sparks splashed, smashing the arrow.
It was Andrew, the hammer master of the third [Giant Hammer Battalion] of [Storm Legion] who made the move.
"Hmph, try blocking my three arrows again!"
Torres hated those who dared to insult His Majesty the King, so he would never stop. While speaking, three sharp arrows were fired, and the arrows aimed again at the eyebrows, throat and heart of the young man in Chinese clothes who had fallen from his horse. With a fierce murderous intent, he paused lightly, let go of his fingers, and the sound of piercing the sky whistled again.
"Little guy, the endurance of this hammer master is limited!"
Andrew was furious and shook his wrist. The iron chain wrapped around the double wall trembled crazily like a living poisonous snake, driving the huge hammer, which was as nimble as if nothing in his hands. The ground roared, turned into black lightning again, and smashed towards the piercing arrow.
Ding—the first arrow hits the hammer.
Andrew's complexion changed, he felt that the opponent's arrow actually contained terrifying power, a small arrow actually caused a slight deviation of the huge hammer that was hundreds of times its weight, and it was out of the way before. the pre-travel trajectory.
With a flick of the wrist, the hammer is about to run again...
Suddenly there was another 'ding' sound, this time it was the second arrow and the third arrow colliding lightly suddenly, an incredible thing happened, the two long arrows were even in the air, like a brocade The carp drew a strange and graceful arc like wagging its tail, just bypassing the huge hammer, and continued to shoot at the young man in Chinese clothes who fell to the ground.
The face of the giant Andrew changed again, his wrists shook violently amidst the roar, and a series of dense light bangs suddenly sounded. The hammer pulled out a series of phantoms that seemed real and phantom in the air, the speed soared, and it hit the arrow feathers fiercely again. go.
All of this is said to be too late, and it only happened in the blink of an eye.
In the end, the black octagonal hammer caught up to the arrow feathers, brushed lightly, and slightly changed the direction of the arrows. The arrows pierced through three soldiers who were pulled over by the young man in Chinese clothes to block him, and nailed hard. On the top of his shoulder blades on both sides, it penetrated, and the blood flowed profusely.
"Provoked my envoy's patience again and again, and attacked the guards at Wenquan Pass. Damn it, don't blame me for being rude!"
Andrew was furious. He shook his arms, and there was the sound of clinking iron chains. The iron chains wrapped around his body were all untied, and it seemed to be boundless, bound by an invisible force. Floating into the air, earthy yellow flames began to emerge from his body, and the chains surrounded him like vicious giant snakes, and a shocking aura began to appear.
"Little guy, do you know what it's like to be entangled to death by a giant python?"
Andrew grinned like a demon amidst the sound of the iron chains, and said, "You're looking for death yourself, please die! Big-earth-mad-python-kiss-"
The air roared, the air waves raged, and the earth seemed to be split open.
This is a fighting skill.
In this regard, the Chambord army's masters are inherently lacking. Although Fei has created a lot by himself, Torres has not yet obtained his own fighting skills. He felt the violent power contained in the hammer and stood alone beside the seriously injured boy. , the longbow in his hand shook continuously, and the arrows shot like a rainstorm, trying to block the opponent's hammer, but with little effect.
At this moment - "Sky-Shuang-Fist... go back!"
A soft shout came, and I saw a huge transparent fist mark in the air, flying towards it lightly, without the slightest smoke and fire, but when it hit the giant hammer, it seemed that even time and space were stopped instantly. Then something shattered, the iron chains and hammers coming from the sky seemed like thin snow under the scorching sun, and instantly flew backwards at a faster speed, and was crushed by the transparent fist like a shattered, At the same time, the huge eight-edged black steel hammer weighing more than seven or eight hundred catties made a crisp sound, and instantly shattered into countless iron filings, flying all over the sky like a violent storm.
The power of a punch is so outrageous.
A tall figure stepped out of the thick fog and stood in front of everyone.