This is a war.
Sir Maryland certainly knew that this was a war. He knew it was a war from the very beginning, but he still couldn't understand what Gawain meant when he said this—is there anything special about war
Nobles make claims, hand over letters, documents, and war letters in accordance with ceremonies, call knights and levies, agree on time and place, arrange battles, charge, fight, take prisoners, exchange benefits—when necessary, in honorable duels And vows to decide everything, aren't these wars
The pioneer sword, which was as legendary as the Founding Duke, slashed on his own knight sword again. The scorching flames burning on the blade made it almost impossible to breathe, and the black blade burning with flames made people unbearable It is always associated with the dark and corrupt Gondor wasteland, and the flame on the blade is like the light that illuminated the wasteland seven hundred years ago—but at this moment, Sir Maryland didn't have any extra energy to think and sigh.
It is said that the strength of the founding hero has declined after his resurrection, and he is in a temporary period of weakness.
It is said that after seven hundred years of slumber, this long sword has completely lost its magical power, and now it is just an ordinary sharp blade made of legendary materials, which is extraordinarily strong.
It is said that Duke Gawain Cecil, who came back from the dead, almost never left the territory. The reason was that he was still unable to set foot on the battlefield due to the unhealed wound he suffered seven hundred years ago.
Shit.
The power contained in that black long sword is astonishingly powerful, and each of its slashes or stabs is just right. Gawain Cecil's moves are hardly gorgeous, even like the most common battle formation The soldiers were as simple and simple as the soldiers. Apart from some basic knight skills, the founding prince hardly used any so-called "legendary forbidden techniques". However, it was such a simple and simple fighting style that made Sir Maryland break out in cold sweat.
Unlike the noble knights who have undergone rigorous training and rigid dogma, all of Gawain Cecil's combat experience comes from the battlefield, from fighting against mutants. The mutants have no knight etiquette. There are no subtle trick changes, nothing that can be called a routine, and the battle with those non-human objects can often be simplified to the most basic sentence: hit the opponent before the enemy hits himself, and ensure that the attack is strong enough Make the opponent unable to launch a second attack.
This kind of pure "battle" made the Jazz very uncomfortable.
He has experienced battles, fighting with various powerful enemies, and it is not the first time he has challenged a stronger enemy than himself in the noble war. When he was young, he even wiped out the Holy Spirit Plain with only eight family knights The largest order of exiled knights in the world-those are all mercenaries and forsworn knights who broke their oaths cruelly.
But obviously, none of this can compare with the demon tide seven hundred years ago.
If a general from the eastern frontier was here, he might be able to do a better job than him...
Gawain found that he had almost completely integrated and absorbed the experience from Gawain Cecil. Although his control over this body had not yet reached its peak, it was not far behind.
It took more than a year for him to finally return to the legend. Maybe he was just a beginner, but it was not a problem to defeat the high-level knight in front of him.
It's just that when facing this high-level knight named Maryland, he couldn't help but think of another enemy he faced last year:
The fallen druid of the Doom Society, a man named Bud Wendell, was the former Typhon wolf general.
Although Bud Wendell was finally defeated by Gawain due to the gap in absolute strength, his swordsmanship, which was completely derived from the battlefield and could only be tempered after battles, still left a deep impression on the latter. Although the high-level knight in front of him surpassed the original Bard Wendell in terms of pure strength due to retaining a complete extraordinary ability, it is a pity that the combat experience and consciousness are obviously not at the same level.
It's no wonder, after all, one is the strongest "Wolf General" that the Typhon Empire has encountered in a hundred years, and the other is just the commander of Ansu guarding the domestic fortress. This high-ranking knight named Maryland has already done a good job.
A layer of fog gradually filled the surface of the river. The battle between the two extraordinary powerhouses heated up the nearby water body and turned into a dense fog. However, due to Gao Wen's deliberate control, all the impact of the battle was confined to the two warships. From a safe distance away, even this dense fog did not spread out.
In a brief moment, Sir Maryland and the founding duke as opponents passed by each other, a huge force oppressed his sword-holding hand, causing his knight sword to almost fall out of his hand, waiting for him to regain the balance At the moment, he found that Gao Wen's figure had disappeared in front of his eyes.
The next moment, he noticed that the surrounding fog suddenly stagnated. The fog that should have been invisible and substanceless had been controlled by the power of the legendary Duke at some point, and it was "cast" into a huge cage like steel. Under the heavy pressure of the steel mist, it cracked inch by inch, and the knight's sword in his hand was gradually twisted under the heavy pressure.
He struggled for a while, then stopped still, the black pioneer sword was already pressed on his shoulder, there was no burning flame on the blade, but there was a suffocating oppressive force.
The thick fog dissipated, and the oppressive force that seemed to be cast in steel also dissipated. Sir Maryland raised his head and saw the two destructive arcane torrents slowly sweeping across the sky—at the end of the arcane torrent. , the shield of the Rock Fortress was turning into light particles scattered all over the sky with bursts of roars and screams, and the arcane torrent penetrated the shield that had failed, and in the black, standing for a century, A shockingly huge crack was cut on the city wall.
On the No. 2 high ground, Knight Philip witnessed the collapse of the rock fortress's magic barrier. He gave the order to fire without hesitation: "The target shield has disappeared, and all the artillery has started firing!"
The powerful single-shot "Justice-i" accelerator and the powerful "Persuader-i" accelerator made deafening explosions at the same time, and hundreds of light blue bullet marks pierced the sky again. After that, it was heavily bombarded on the wall of the black fortress.
This time, all the "sky fires" of the Cecils were finally activated.
For the first time, the rocky city wall built with boulders and cast with metal gaps directly faced the power of the sky fire. The wall bricks that were originally considered indestructible were torn apart in an instant, bursting out a sky full of broken stones and scorching metal solution, still standing on the ground. A few soldiers on the city wall began to evacuate after the shield collapsed, but some soldiers who were too late to evacuate were shaken off the city wall, or were directly hit by artillery fire, hit by gravel shrapnel and killed on the spot. The expected defensive counterattack force , the moment the shield collapsed, it was gone.
The knights, officers, and southern nobles staying in the city were in chaos. Even if there were still officers trying to maintain order, they could not turn the tide when the fortress was broken. What was even more frightening was that the two terrifying energy beams were briefly After less than ten minutes of silence, it reappeared again.
They kept sweeping across the sky, and the low humming sound became something that frightened the southern nobles more than the screaming sound of the falling skyfire. Those light beams no longer cut the city wall for a long time, but constantly destroyed the city wall and the city wall The mage tower, arrow tower, sentry tower and the upper area of the castle.
All high-rise facilities that can serve as guard points are being cleaned one by one.
Viscount Mario Oran and Viscount Consco ran on the outer steps of the castle, desperately trying to escape from this hell on earth.
The sound of explosions and people's cries came from all directions, and the sky continuously heard the screams of falling fire and the buzzing of light beams sweeping across the sky. At this moment, they recalled the horrible memory on the Rubble Ridge again, and the more terrifying memories after that. Horror and even more desperate escape in the wilderness, they no longer cared about the decency and the most basic etiquette of any nobleman - all the followers were left behind, all dignity could be given up, and they replaced the servants and grooms in the castle. Clothes, before fleeing the room swept away all the gold, silver and precious stones in sight, and then ran non-stop on this seemingly endless staircase.
There was another tooth-piercing buzzing sound coming from the sky, and the short and chubby Viscount Marie Oran looked back in fear. He saw a dazzling white light beam slowly sweeping across the towers in the upper part of the castle. , where the light beam reaches, the stone tower was annihilated in a series of explosions, and the remaining part turned into "stone rain" falling from the sky, and a little farther away, it was the original roof of the castle— There too, it was swept by the beam and disappeared.
Although I don't know why the Cecils never bombarded the castle area with skyfire, but just swept the upper floors of the castle with beams of light, but Viscount Mari? Shocked by the power of terror, his only thought was to quickly turn around and continue fleeing towards the north.
They ran across the stairs, through a small path, through the already chaotic inner city, and gradually approached the northern gate of the Rock Fortress-here, the Cecilian's offensive became slightly weaker, because the linear beam was passing The relatively low northern city could not be swept away behind the high city wall, and the Cecils' skyfires never bombed here, but the two viscounts still didn't dare to stay in the slightest.
They continued to run forward, panting violently while running, the gold, silver and precious stones in their arms seemed extraordinarily heavy at the moment, these things that should have brought them hope now consume their strength every step they run Double the physical strength, but the northern wall of the fortress is already close in sight.
A pungent breath rushed into Viscount Consco's nostrils. He couldn't help but quickly glanced around while running. In his sight, thick smoke and flames were rising from several nearby military installations. .
These are fires from nowhere... Someone set fires in the city... The fortress, already in chaos and on the verge of collapse, will fall straight into the abyss after these fires burn.
But this has nothing to do with him.
"I... I can't run anymore..." Viscount Marie Orland, who was already weak, said intermittently, his breath becoming more and more chaotic, "You... wait for me..."
Viscount Consco looked back at Viscount Mary Orland, but he barely paused or even spoke.
Saying one more word now is a waste of life-saving stamina.
The fire in the city is burning hotter and hotter, and black smoke columns are rising from more places, as if hundreds of people are setting fires everywhere in the inner city. He still persisted in the thick smoke, because the city wall was only a few hundred meters away.
Only two hundred meters away.
Only one hundred meters left.
Vitality was close at hand, and the way out of hell was right there. At this moment, even Viscount Mari? Oran next to him cheered up and sped up to catch up with Viscount Consco.
In the smoke and dust, Viscount Consco vaguely saw some figures standing in front of him, standing on the only way to the north gate.
After running closer, he finally saw the face of the figure clearly. It was Ms. Luo Peini? Gulen.
The viscount stood there with a slight smile on her face, looking gracefully at the two viscounts who were dressed in groom and handyman clothes.
And a blond male elf whom she had never seen before was standing beside her, and not far behind the two of them stood dozens of fully armed warriors.
"Gods above!" Viscount Concisco was taken aback. Due to the influence of the smoke and his own messy thoughts, he didn't pay much attention to the soldiers not far behind Luo Peini for a while, but exclaimed, "Voice Grande, it turns out You have already…”
"Viscount Concisco, and Viscount Oran, Gui'an," Luo Peini leaned slightly, smiling, and spoke softly, her words were clearly heard in the ears of the two viscounts, "You see how the fire is going today ?”
Viscount Consco's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, and his tone trembled a little: "Your words are..."
Luo Peini ignored him, but continued to whisper softly: "Is it like the scene eleven years ago?"
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