In the last days of autumn, evening, and early winter, Paedalson was already in depression, the trees were already bare, but the forest was like a monster with teeth and claws entrenched on both sides of the avenue.
The sound of horse hooves came from a distance, and the eleven knights separated the white mist and broke into Wan Lai's silent early morning.
In order to ensure speed, the riders kept the mount running at a small pace, but did not gallop—there were about a hundred miles from here to Ruda, and they had to maintain their horsepower.
Except for the rider wrapped in a long black cloth in the middle, everyone else was fully armed, with sabers and crossbows shimmering with cold light occasionally protruding from under the long cloak. The knights have always been highly vigilant, looking around from time to time, the forest in the early winter is cold and bleak, but there are still wolves in the forest.
The knights kept moving forward and soon came to a small river. At this time, the river water hadn't frozen yet, the surface of the water was shimmering, and there was a deserted stone bridge on the bank—but at this time, the leading knight suddenly raised his hand vigilantly to stop the others.
The knights tightened the reins to stop the horses and looked around. The leading knight retracted his hand, and then made a gesture to the left and right—meaning someone was lying in ambush—and then he turned his horse's head and drew a long sword from his waist.
The knights turned their horses around one after another, immediately thinking that the escort was the center of a circular formation. The uniform actions showed that these knights were well-trained, and even the scout cavalry in the general army of Eruin could not reach this level.
But with the actions of the knights, there was a rustling sound in the forest. In the bushes on both sides, a noble private soldier in leather armor stood up immediately. These ambushers all held weapons-battle axe, small Buckler or crossbow.
Obviously the ambushers were aware that they were ready to attack after they were discovered, but the knights' reaction was not slow, and they even shot before these ambushes. The black knights did not hesitate to untie the crossbows around their waists and fired around. A few ambushers had just rushed out of the bushes to the avenue and were shot upside down.
The knights had excellent shooting skills. They kept turning their horses and shooting arrows around. Many ambushers were shot in the throat and killed with an arrow. The corpses even quickly formed a circle; but the Eruin cavalry used bursts of fire The crossbow ammunition was limited, and the private soldiers seemed to know this. After five rounds of shooting, they rushed out of the forest with a shout.
But the knights were not in a hurry, they lifted the cloak with their left hand, and drew a hand axe from below with their right hand and threw them forward. A scream resounded through the sky, and many birds still in their dreams fluttered their wings. Flying from the surrounding woods.
And the ambushers who were caught off guard immediately fell down a row of people in front of them.
"Quick! Come on, they have no weapons!"
"Don't let them have a chance to wind up!"
But the pungent bloody smell in the cold air in the early morning will only excite these desperadoes. Some of the private soldiers of the nobles screamed frantically-they have an absolute advantage in numbers, almost ten times that of the opponent, even if it is a pile of lives. The opponent piled up to death.
The calm shots of the knights have angered these people, and the ambushers rushed up frantically trying to turn the battle into a melee of ground meat.
Unfortunately, they found that things were not as they thought.
The opponent's intrepidity far exceeded their imagination, the knights drew their swords together, and a dramatic change took place on the court immediately. Accompanied by the gleaming silver light of the long sword—white air currents criss-crossed one after another—they almost formed a large airtight net for those rashly forward ambushers to hit it head on.
Then the flesh and blood flew horizontally, and the stump and limbs fell backward, making the heads of the people behind them like a rain of blood.
Many ambushers were completely beaten up, and when they arranged the ambush in advance, they were told that their opponent was a team of cavalry from the kingdom. But no one told them that all the Cavaliers in this team have the strength of the silver peak.
At first the private soldiers of the nobles could rely on inertia to flock forward to the knights who were as indifferent as death gods, but within a moment, the morale of these mobs collapsed completely.
Before he could get close, he lost nearly one-third of his people. As soon as the feverish head cooled down, these noble private soldiers realized the horror of the other party. They didn't need to be reminded, and they dispersed in a hurry—even escaping faster than when they first came, at least twice as fast—
The battle ended soon.
The leading knight stopped and took a deep breath of bloody air. He raised his hand to stop his pursuit. Just how many ambushes they encountered along the way? Pursuing is also meaningless, unable to catch any valuable targets, not to mention their own mission is the most important.
All the knights stopped, they checked the neighborhood, then lowered and wiped their long swords on the corpse so that they could collect the sword and return it to its sheath.
No one spoke during the whole process, only the sound of war horses touching their noses—
The gray eyes of the leading knight swept across the battlefield, and he looked at the corpses all over the ground—these noble private soldiers had no obvious signs on them to show that they were the power of that side, nor did they play any banner. They were more like a gang of mountains. Thieves and robbers-but robbers are not so well-trained.
Then he pulled down the cloak's mask, revealing a thin and pale face of the middle-aged man. He glanced back, the rider they escorted patted the long black package behind him for safety, and then the other party raised his head and pulled the mask.
Showing the face of a young man.
To be precise, Brando also knew the owner of this face, his name was Test, Viscount Test. It's just that the appearance of the viscount has changed a bit. In the past month, he has lost a lot of weight, and his complexion has become worse. A pair of pupils seems to be burning with lake-green flames.
"Safety."
If Brando were here, he would be taken aback by the viscount. His voice was hoarse and dry, like someone poked a leak in his throat. The young man sucked his nose, as if saying this sentence made him exhausted.
"Which people are these people?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at the corpses on the ground.
"Duke Anlek's people." Teste replied in a hoarse voice.
"He?" The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't that old guy showing us good?"
"Nobles are two-faced guys." Tester sniffed and replied: "You don't need to look at me, I am the same, so don't believe me, I will stab you in the back if I have the opportunity."
The middle-aged man smiled: "Interesting, but don't worry, I only trust my people."
"Huh." Tester didn't even look at the other person, he pulled up his mask and prepared to go on the road, but at this moment, the young viscount froze—
He saw a green reflection flashing in the forest, and his face suddenly became very bad.
"Be careful behind." Teste put on his mask immediately and said to the middle-aged knight.
The leading knight turned his head immediately, but a little later, the green light hit his chest. The middle-aged man was astonished at what kind of magic it was, but his expression had been frozen forever at this moment, and Test saw the cavalry captain turned into a stone statue in front of him.
That guy is chasing!
The young Viscount's heart was beating wildly, he knew who was here as soon as he saw this familiar scene. The nightmare-like memory still tortures him, but he did not expect that the nightmare would become reality again at this moment. He almost wanted to run away at that moment, but his hands and feet seemed to have taken root, as if possessed by a demon. Do not listen to his command without moving.
Then he saw the monster covered in emerald armor coming out of the jungle—all the knights were stunned. Of course they saw what happened to their captain, but such a strange attack method was beyond everyone’s cognition. They haven't reacted for a while-what should be done at this time.
Guard against each other? But no one seemed to dare to say that there was a better defense against such a green light, or to avenge the captain, but who could figure out the other side's details.
The knights froze there for a while.
But the emerald knight who came out of the forest obviously didn't lead them to this affection. He walked step by step, and the goal was Teste who was guarded by all the knights in the center.
In the face of the knight's approaching steps, the young viscount with golden elementary strength found that he was too scared to move, and even sending a byte from his throat seemed extremely difficult.
"you… "
He had just squeezed out a word, and finally a knight couldn't bear to attack the emerald knight. But the other party just raised his hand to hold his long sword, and then the knight was lifted off by the man and the horse, hitting a black pine not far away, and then there was no more sound.
The Emerald Knight's hand obviously shocked everyone, but it also made the knights react-they are enemies and not friends! The knights yelled in low voices, and the long swords in their hands stab at each other-but before the countless blades reached the body, they were blocked by the light green light around the emerald knight's body.
Top magic armor.
Everyone’s heart sank. The top magic armor has a powerful magic defense on its outer layer. This protection can not only protect against ordinary magic attacks, even physical attacks such as swords can be blocked at the same time.
This kind of armor was made in Eruin, only during the heyday of this kingdom, by the palace alchemist masters. It is absolutely rare, but it is certainly not easy for people to own it.
The knights' hearts sank and they were guessing where the other party was sacred, but unfortunately they didn't realize that they were running out of time. Tester had no way of reminding him, because these knights had already discovered that starting from their own swords—even the magic sword—it was becoming a little bit petrified.
The discovery frightened them, and they quickly abandon the sword, but it was useless. In the end, the more than a dozen knights still turned into stone statues standing still on the road.
When Tester saw this scene, he 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 in a state of neurosis because of it—although he hoped it more, or simply this. It is good to be dreaming.
The emerald knight came under his horse step by step, raised his head and stared at him, neither speaking nor attacking, just motionless.