Without the slightest hesitation, Rolf led the elite desert bandits back quickly.
This is definitely not timid because of fear of the battlefield.
But reason!
The short javelin was thrown with great force, and even the tenacious horse was hit, and the hard skull was completely pierced, not to mention the rider, who couldn't stop the deliberately sharpened gun blade at all.
And if you fall from a horse that is advancing at high speed, the inertia and reaction force you receive can be fatal!
Just like now.
Most of the riders were lying on the ground twisting and turning.
The limbs were obviously distorted and deformed, and even if there was still a weak scream, it still carried the weakness of dying.
These knight attendants from Fort Aviles suffered heavy losses.
They have never been exposed to such an attack method.
But in the pile of corpses of horses and riders, more than a dozen figures climbed up, and as the screams gradually weakened, thick red mist visible to the naked eye wrapped around them.
It's weird like blood is entangled, it's extremely terrifying and penetrating!
Extraordinary strength.
Of course Rolf knew that this was not something he could solve.
Even if there are more than 200 elite desert robbers standing next to him, it is estimated that they are not the dozen or so extraordinary monsters whose bodies are filled with bright red mist, like blood surrounding their bodies!
A monster of human nature, a monster that could kill all ordinary people like them!
But no one is afraid.
Because right behind him, footsteps could be heard, and the reinforcements in plate armor had already stepped forward.
Although there were only 20 of them, the aura emanating from extraordinary power was no less than that of the dozens of monster-like figures who were slowly walking over in the pile of corpses in front of them.
These 20 people are all from the strongest national knight order on the continent of Pendor, the elite Sarion Lion Knights!
And just around the temporary camp.
The elite desert robbers have already raised their short javelins and spears, and with the help of the complex environment and obstacles in the camp, they fought with the knight attendants who had rushed in.
The charge of the knight servants was hindered, and because there were so many obstacles in the camp, they only wandered around the periphery for a while.
Can't get in at all.
If you want to charge fearlessly and break the deadlock first, it will be futile.
While these knight attendants were fighting hard, it was not only the elite desert robbers who resisted, but also the Sarion lion attendants with long spears or half-handed swords, who were gradually launching a counterattack.
During the scuffle, these servants of the Sarion lion who were good at this were like ducks in water.
Action Shuttle among the elite desert bandits.
If he couldn't help it, the knight attendant fell off his horse.
For a while, the group of knight attendants who had been scattered on both sides and lost their order and command were torn off their horses among the tents and obstacles, and were pierced through their throats, chests and abdomens by long swords or spears, and they were completely destroyed. dead.
Even in the direction of Nali Village, the militiamen who had attacked were retreated by several rounds of javelin rain.
Was counter-ambushed during the night attack.
It ended badly.
But there is no mercy on the battlefield.
Looking at the panicked militiamen and the knight attendants whose horses were shot down, no one kept their hands.
The short javelin was still thrown out fiercely, with the sound of rustling wind, followed by howling, crying, and dying because of the serious injury and finally weakened and stopped struggling.
Kant just looked at those militiamen and knight attendants indifferently.
Watch them die.
This is war!
Rounds of short javelins were thrown.
Then one by one, armed militiamen with or without leather armor were crucified on the spot.
The formation was destroyed, and then the elite desert bandits rushed forward with red eyes, howling, and slashed a bloody path with the spears and scimitars in their hands!
Those armed militiamen are no match for these gangsters at all.
Even well-trained.
But to the elite desert bandits, they are still immature rookies.
With the fixed-point throwing of the short javelins, the scattered formation of the armed militiamen instantly fell apart, and the gangsters took the opportunity to rush in and fight close to each other.
Suddenly, the militiamen who rushed out of the village were killed and retreated.
Or the collapsed ones that have been killed!
"kill!"
But the elite desert bandits did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead stabilized their formation on the spot.
The grain drying field was originally flat land, but Kant and them were stationed here. For safety reasons, the tents were not too small, but not too large. Many materials were used as low walls and obstacles to build a Two layers of defense.
Naturally, it is the outer line of defense composed of the outermost elite desert bandits.
There are also those Sarion Lion Knights and Lion Attendants formed to protect Kant's inner defense line!
They can't be too messy.
Because just outside, those knight servants are still raiding.
After the charge was thwarted, these knight attendants did not continue to charge. Instead, they used the armed militiamen to sweep their wings, using high mobility to deter the desert bandits in the temporary camp, while avoiding the precise and deadly short javelins.
A skilled desert bandit, he can throw accurately within 20 meters.
And the elite bandits among the desert bandits.
Not to mention the distance of 20 meters.
If it is thrown accurately, it can hit the target at a distance of 30 meters.
In addition, these knight servants did not have the cooperation of crossbowmen, so they didn't dare to approach the grain drying field for a while, let alone seeing the armed militiamen being defeated and scattered, they had no idea of charging.
Even Viscount Gibran was frustrated in his charge, and now his life and death are unknown, and they have no clear command.
I don't even know what to do!
The night is bright.
The bonfire in the temporary camp is even brighter.
But the cold wind blowing from Dongjun at night made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
The groans lowered, but the shouts of killing continued. The battle in the village had been calmed down. Occasionally, there were knight attendants who were not long-sighted. They rushed into the camp of the grain drying field rashly with red eyes, and then were locked by several spears, directly connected to the camp. People lead horses to pierce.
The more than 200 knight attendants who came here have now been killed and wounded.
But the enemy has not seen many casualties.
Everyone was shocked.
shudder!
Here and there are disguised caravans of barbarians.
It is clear that no one knows which elite troops of nobles are gathered here!
Let them suffer a lot!
But what prevented these knight attendants from breaking away was that just ahead, those dozen or so figures stood up again in the pile of corpses, holding weapons in their hands, and their bodies were wrapped in a thick blood mist.
There was Viscount Gibran.
There was the Knight of Bertram.
There are also 3 well-known knight masters in the castle, who are great knights!
Now.
This group of people has gathered extraordinary power.
Even the Knights of Pertram are now surrounded by red blood mist.
It wasn't just him, the blood mist was also gathering on the dozen or so knight attendants behind him who were originally the most valued.
A dozen or so people seemed to have just stepped out of a blood-soaked world, and the power of extraordinary power almost swept across the entire battlefield, making the surrounding knights and servants dare not approach or leave.
They had heard the secret of Viscount Gibran.
Blood Warrior.
A title earned ten years ago on the north bank of the Rethniston River.
Hundreds of people erupted into such a blood mist, and died together with the main invasion force of the Silver Plate Kingdom with thousands of people.
In the end, only Viscount Gibran survived. It is said that his face has become younger and his strength has become stronger. He has also become the leader of the East County, the strongest knight, and one of the best masters of extraordinary power in the Lion Principality!
Based on these dozen or so people alone, it is estimated that there are no strange troops of great knights in this temporary camp, and it is impossible to resist.
And in the camp.
Kant came to the front.
Rolf followed behind, with the heavy scimitar in his hand on his shoulder: "That's them."
"Interesting." Kant smiled instead.
Looking at the figures covered in bloody mist, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If that guy Bundak is here, maybe he can still communicate."
"Hmm." Rolf also raised his eyebrows: "From what you mean, they are the same kind of people."
"No."
Kant denies it.
He smiled calmly and said: "Banda Ke is the apostle of the underworld, representing the will of the underworld." His tone paused, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his smile: "But these guys are depraved knights who were lured by the power of demons. .”
Rolf understood: "You despicable fallen knight."
The dozen or so figures in front heard it.
No rage.
Instead, it was eerily quiet.
The surrounding corpses, whether they were knight attendants or war horses, were all skinny and boneless.
All the blood in his body was drawn out, turning into a blood-colored mist and condensing around these dozens of figures. At the same time, there seemed to be some kind of strange power coming from the void, penetrating the space more and more, and passing it here.
If the mages were here, they might be able to sense that this power came from the ground.
But Kant still knew the true source of this power.
Abyss Demon!
This is why, Kant said, Bundak understood the reason.
And right in front, those figures shrouded in the blood-colored mist finally started to move, slowly stepping forward, stepping on the corpses of the horses and riders, but making crisp clicking sounds.
The skinny corpse was crushed by stress.
Just a moment.
These corpses turned out to be as fragile as if they had passed through thousands of years!
All the essence of life has been absorbed, and those dozens of figures are the masterminds behind it.
headed by.
Naturally, it was the gray-haired Viscount Gibran.
Now he is not as old as before, but as strong and brave as a middle-aged man.
Holding his well-forged knight sword in his hand, looking at Kant surrounded by lion attendants and lion knights in front of him, the red light in his eyes flickered, but the corner of his mouth cracked into a grin.
"Ah, I didn't expect that, Baron Kant."
He grinned grimly.
The whole person is like the scariest monster: "So it was you, let me tell you, it was so easy to see through my sneak attack, and even counterattacked, instantly revealing my current form. I really didn't expect it, it turned out to be you."
"Hmm." Kant nodded, but did not reply.
Viscount Gibran didn't care either.
He still grinned grimly.
The red light in his eyes was even worse: "It's just that, Baron Kant, since you have seen me now, you have to keep this news a secret. After all, I don't want everyone to know who I am now."
(end of this chapter)