The steel spears directly cut off the attack of the thousands of guards of the entire slave exchange, like a scarlet line of death.

A few others did not die on the spot, but could only watch as the blood gushing out of them spilled down the spear into the yellow sand under their feet, quickly disappearing.

Perhaps this picture was too shocking to these guards who had not been on the real battlefield, so that the attacks of the surviving guards were paused, giving Eliza's Jingo adventure group a chance to breathe.

Just when the crowd was shocked by the terrible lethality of those 'Jeanie Saar rebels', the fat Gnate cut down a stalled private soldier with a knife, and roared with fear on his face:

"Pursue! Take their boat! They don't have any more spears! Quick!"

The slave trader was really a little scared at the moment, just before, a spear was actually aimed at his head.

If it weren't for the repulsion generated by the protective magic artifact on his body that deflected the spear at the critical moment, I am afraid that his fate at this time would not be much better than that of the guards who kept howling.

At the same time, he could almost conclude that this group of terrible warriors who suddenly appeared could never be the so-called Jennysar rebels.

In his impression, the projection distance of an ordinary spearman may only be about two or three hundred paces, and the longbow shooter can reach about four hundred paces, and a group of people like this group can shoot at a distance of six hundred paces and still hit accurately...

He knew that some of the famous Karinsan high-ranking knights could do it, didn't that mean that the entire membership of this small legion was made up of high-ranking warriors above level 10?

This kind of combat formation, except for the period of the Shaun Empire, which has disappeared, he has never heard of it!

Such an elite may not even be able to be taken out by Silbasya.

So much so that he wondered if this group of men was from the north of the marching mountains, from some lord of Tether?

But it is rumored that Tesser's internal division and confrontation are not continued because of the legitimacy of the crown prince, how can he take the liberty of interfering with them Karinshan?

However, Gnate only thought for a moment before putting the question to the back of his mind, he had only one thought at this time, to capture the Queen of Sword Bay, hijack their ships, and then flee along the coast back to Carlin City, otherwise none of them would survive in the face of that group of fierce warriors!

At the same time that the Slave Guards were regaining their strength towards the coast and pursuing Alyssa, the Slave Servants, who numbered about three hundred, collided head-on with Pantos.

......

XIII. He and his companions had been on the battlefield for many years, and since they had not been able to trade for many years, in order to recoup some of the costs, the Ponte Slave Exchange often leased them as war mercenaries to nobles and even Pasha who needed military mercenaries and land.

But even so, at this moment, they looked at the army that was rapidly approaching them, and their hearts couldn't stop sinking.

Obviously under the scorching desert sun, the soul is as cold as being in an ice cave.

Invincible...

There is no chance of victory.

The gap is just too big.

But at least, we are dying on the battlefield, not under the whips of the slave owners.

'Maybe that's our fate...'

XIII. Gathering away his divergent thoughts, his originally empty eyes suddenly brightened slightly, and then he threw the spear in his hand to the ground and shouted:

"Array!

"Raise your shield!

"Meet the enemy!"

The three hundred slave minions silently changed formation, quickly moving to a position they had rehearsed for an unknown number of times, forming a semicircular defensive line in the path that Pantos was approaching.

Immediately, spears pierced out from between the gaps in the shield, like a thick turtle shell, and countless porcupine-like spikes grew.

On the other end, looking at the 'children' that the lords had mentioned, even Pantos couldn't help but show a look of appreciation, and then turned to Captain Herbert and said:

"Company Commander Herbert, this group of children will be handed over to your company, try to catch them alive. ”

"Yes!

Herbert's face was pale, and he immediately pulled out the knight's sword at his waist and raised it high, and shouted:

"Second Company, follow me and break up their formation!"

Following their orders, if you look down from the sky above Levi at this moment, you can see that the three hundred phalanx was about to engage the group of slave servants, except for the company led by Herbert, and the other two war groups passed by the 'turtle shell'.

However, the slave army did not dare to act rashly, and in the face of such an enemy, once they lost their formation, they were lambs to be slaughtered at any time.

But even XIII. had repeatedly raised his assessment of the place, and at the moment the two sides engaged, XIII. knew that he was wrong.

Seeing that the middle-aged warrior who seemed to be a little limping while marching was ten steps closer to them, and just as he was about to take a deep breath and prepare to give the order to engage, the man who seemed to be called 'Herbert' by the leader stomped under his foot, and the whole person quickly occupied his entire field of vision.

First, a cold light flashed, and several spears, including him, broke at the same time, and in an instant, the large shield forged entirely of steel slammed into their defensive formation.

With a dull thud, XIII., who was the first to do so, immediately went black for a moment, and the entire iron-clad round shield exploded, crushing his hand and slamming it into his chest, spurting out a mouthful of crimson blood.

This reminded him of the powerlessness of walking on the street when he was a child, and was rubbed by a nobleman who rode a horse galloping, and the whole person was thrown high.

XIII., who was in mid-air, saw that the Ponte Defense Circle, which they had trained for thirteen years to live on, was directly knocked open by the man whose strength was not as great as that of a human, and at least seven or eight people were thrown out under this huge force like him.

The whole talent had just landed, and in his ears, which kept buzzing, it seemed that countless crackling sounds of a frying oil pan sounded.

It was the sound of weapons being slashed and shields cracking.

It is the crisp sound of bones breaking, and the muffled sound of the human body falling to the ground.

The ears were filled with the cries of anxious help from their companions, and the bitter cries of reluctance and pain.

and the wind-like whistling of the knights as they broke up their formation.

XIII. Spit out a mouthful of blood, force himself to stand up with his aching body, grit his teeth and raise his head.

I saw the 'Hundred Captains' who had just knocked him straight into the air striding towards him, either raising his sword to smash the weapons in their hands, or smashing them directly with a round shield, but no one could survive a single face in front of him!

That scene... XIII. can't help but think of his father, who was a warrior as a child, when he trained and beat him.

It's not like a war at all ...

"Ah!!h

XIII. Bent down and pick up a long sword from the sand, and rush towards Herbert like a wounded tiger cub.

It's like when he was a kid rushing at his father with an ever-hateful look.

It's a pity that the man later died, and he became an orphan, a slave.

He knew that death might be inevitable today.

But he wished he could die like a real warrior.

Instead of being like a slave or a pig staying there, the other party pressed his head to the wheel and slaughtered on the neck with a short knife.

At least, he was once the son of a warrior.

Burst!

But no sooner had he thought of it than a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, and XIII. was kicked back and fell headlong into the sand.

"No !!"

He raised his head again, and was about to get up, but someone folded his hands back to his waist and pressed them back, and then the man's warning voice came from behind him:

"Restless stinky boy, stay here honestly. ”

XIII. Spit out the sand in his mouth, and just as he was about to resist, he suddenly saw a scene that made him unbelievable.

Obviously it was three hundred and thirteen to one hundred, and it seemed that only a dozen seconds had passed since the battle, and looking at it, there were not many of them still standing at this time.

It's just that he quickly reacted, and the other party didn't kill them, but captured them all?

This result makes XIII., a self-proclaimed warrior, feel very uncomfortable.

Is it risking so much just to capture them alive?

In XIII.'s opinion, any one of these warriors is worth more than they combined.

Just as XIII.'s mind couldn't help but diverge, thinking about what fate they would face next, there was a sudden breath from the south that made him feel palpitations.

He turned his head sharply, and his pupils dilated instantly.

I saw that the 'War Leader' who had already led the team to bypass them was still three hundred steps away from the opposite side, and suddenly half-squatted on the desert, and a terrible pressure rose over the entire desert.

That feeling... It's as terrifying as facing a dragon in the Colosseum.

The next moment, XIII. was stunned to see the warband leader soar into the sky, the sword in his hand turning into a streamer, piercing through the heavy defenses in front of his master and his fat body, and plunging into the sand.

Two scarlet dragon wings flew out of the man's back, and then swooped down towards the crowd like blazing meteors.

"Roar!!

The sky seemed to sound like a terrible dragon roar.

Then there was a terrifying trembling sound that made the scalp tingle, and the guards with a radius of more than ten feet rose from the ground with the yellow sand.

The rising yellow sand makes it almost impossible to open your eyes.

When the dust fell, he saw that the fat master Gnut and the guards around him had disappeared, replaced by a pool of flesh and blood that was constantly steaming under the high heat.

Covered in blood, Pantos drew his sword and raised it, shouting:

"To die at our feet is a gift from heaven!

"Kill them all!"

"Hah!"

Following his command, two companies of 100 men rushed into the bewildered army of guards like two sharp bayonets.

It was a... A real carnage.

Break the spear that fell to the ground.

Splattered pillars of blood.

Flying stumps.

Wild skulls.

Fallen corpses in a fit of rage.

XIII. and his companions stared wide-eyed, chilled at another battlefield less than three hundred paces away.

Since they were trained by Ghnart as slave soldiers, they have also participated in large and small battles, and their companions have been constantly consumed and replenished.

But the one in front of them was undoubtedly the fastest encounter they had ever experienced, completely one-sided and defeated.

They... Who exactly is it?

......

At the same time, Felix, who had completely lost his enemy, was also watching the 'war' in front of him blankly.

"It's terrifying, this is the Dragon Knight... Is it?"

What I thought in my heart was, if he hadn't wasted a few years in the Silver Moon Knights, and instead of inheriting his father's business and becoming a member of the Jingo Adventure Troupe, he had gone to Minastiris, with his still outstanding talent, would he have been able to become a member of it?

"As far as I know, except for the battle leader Pantos, the others are still not real dragon knights, it seems that they are not full of potential and are too old when they become dragon knights.

"And a true dragon knight not only needs outstanding talent, but also needs to survive twenty-one 'trials'. ”

Alyssa looked at the powerful warriors with envy in her eyes.

Felix's face froze suddenly, and he retracted his previous thoughts, according to the two conditions that Miss said, he didn't seem to be able to meet them...

Let's be an adventurer.

When he is good enough, he will go to the captain to confess his love for her.

Felix looked at Alyssa's back, his gaze mesmerized.

......

A few minutes later, when the last of the privates trying to escape were pierced by a spear, Levi fell from the sky after watching a 'combat drill' in Karinsan.

He threw the half-elf Cromwell and Coney in his hand to the ground, and took off the cheap daughter who was snoring on his back, and then casually threw a [healing technique] to the twenty or so trouser brothers who were slightly injured.

For this small warband composed entirely of elite fighters, he was basically satisfied.

The battle just now has proved that a single 'fierce general' may not be able to completely control the situation on the battlefield, but when the entire wargroup is composed of such elites, its power is still considerable.

The only pity is that if they are fully armed and wear all the equipment, ordinary warhorses and even monitor lizard mounts will quickly pull their crotch and strike.

And if you change your thinking and enchant and strengthen your war horse or other mounts, both the cost of yourself and the daily maintenance cost will be too high.

I don't know when the threshold of the magic power technology will be broken, so that I can ride my beloved motorcycle. Levi couldn't help but think.

At this time, Pantos came and asked, "My lord, the battlefield has been cleared, three hundred and seventy-six slaves have been killed, and four of the children have been seriously injured and have not survived. ”

Levi nodded, and then commanded:

"It's already very good, you take a company, go to Captain Elisa, draw six hundred people from those slaves, plus the three hundred children who were captured, and build a new war group, and garrison the 'Jenny Sal' in the marching mountain range to standby, depending on the situation, it can be expanded appropriately. ”

"Your will is my mission!"

Pantos did not suspect him, and immediately responded.

After arranging for Pantos to be appointed to Karinsan, Levi turned his gaze back to the corpses that littered the ground.

After a long time, he looked at Cromwell, who had never said a word, and said:

"'Messier', I've given you a mission to summon three hundred skeleton warriors out of this corpse. ”

Cromwell couldn't help but be stunned, "But I'm just a level 5 necromancer!"

Levi looked at her with a faint gaze and said:

"You won't be such a waste of wood after you are reborn, will you? You can't summon three hundred tool men?

Immediately, Levi seemed to realize that his request was indeed a bit difficult for a strong man, so he slammed his mouth and said:

"Then lower the requirements a little, just turn into skeletons, you can move anything, and then put these pants on them. ”

Sean VII was a little confused.

"Pantos. ”

Levi gestured to the barbarian beside him.

The barbarian warriors immediately met and shouted:

"Everyone obey the order, remove the armor!"

"Your will!"

The next moment, the bewildered Shane VII was almost blinded by three hundred fruit men boasting of the holy light, and was overwhelmed by the red pants flying in the sky.

"Lee, Wei, Si !!"

Sean VII was furious and immediately wanted to find Levi desperately.

He is dignified Emperor Shane, how could he have suffered such humiliation!

Listen to it!

Is this a human business?

He hates!

"Huh?"

Levi raised an eyebrow and looked over.

"Your will!"

Sean VII squeezed out a bright smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched a little.