The iron-faced Giber rushed over without saying a word, and fought with the Marquise with his sword.

He didn't have the slightest intention of sparing his hand, and every time he swung his sword, he went straight to the point. However, these extremely dangerous attacks were dodged by the Countess one by one, and even found an opportunity to bully him in, and punched him hard in the corner of the eye.

Giber took a step back from his broken eye sockets, and threatened with a hideous face: "Pomona! You forced me! Don't blame me......"

"I'm not just going to force you, I'm going to beat you!"

The marquise, who had been beaten up, pounced on it with a "sinister smile", and raised her hand to seal it with an elbow. Maybe it was because she was out of character, and a trace of resentment gradually appeared in her eyes.

As Giber swung her sword to block, she raised her arm sideways to give way to the blade, then opened her left armpit and firmly clamped the blade, locking Giber's longsword firmly under her armpit. The free right hand pounded Jibber's chest and abdomen frantically, and each punch made Jibber's armor thump, and the violent collision sound was deafening.

"When you said that you would exchange leather goods and soldiers for iron and salt rice, did you do it?"

Pomona threw a knee-punch into Gibber's armor, and shouted angrily as she struck:

"In the first few years, you were able to barely fulfill the contract, but then the annual supplies began to gradually decrease, and in the past two years, not only have you not been able to give thirty percent of it, but you have even deliberately sent my people out to die!"

Her fists grew heavier and heavier, and the breastplate, which looked like a good quality, was smashed into potholes, and even cracked two gaps.

"Of the 3,000 people who were newly added two years ago, how many are left now? None of the fifty people of your Valen family can die, why are my people suffering heavy casualties again and again? Even my own nephew is missing a leg?"

As she spoke, her eyes began to redden, and the strength of her fist increased by three points.

"You used food to threaten and forced our tribe to cut off business with most of the chambers of commerce, do you know how many people will starve to death this year......?

Giber fended off Pomona's furious attack without saying a word, as if awakened by the successive blows, and the look on his old face was no longer annoyed, but became extremely gloomy.

He discovers that he is no match for Pomona.

The Earth Knight is invincible in the battlefield, even the men and horses are wrapped in thick stone armor, once they charge, it is a nightmare for the enemy, but in this kind of one-on-one battle, the knight without the speed advantage is just a can that is more resistant to beating.

What's more, now it is a melee fight with a martial arts master, even if the marquise is not very experienced in combat, but the huge power is real, every time the stone armor is just on the body, it will be directly scattered mercilessly, and it will not play a protective role at all.

Jiber was beaten backwards by her, and even the long sword was bent down, probably because he still had to rely on him to provide food, the marquise did not kill him, but Jiber was still beaten by her and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

After being cut a hole in the breastplate by an elbow, he fended off the attack with his hands and shouted loudly with a gloomy face:

"Stop! I'll give you food!"

"How much?" the Marquise's attack slowed down, and a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.

"At least I can get you through this winter!"

The Countess, who had red eyes just now, grinned the corners of her mouth and showed a heartfelt smile. It turns out that there will be food for one meal, so if you said it earlier, I would have beaten you several years earlier!

"Poof!" her vision turned blood-red.

At the moment when she relaxed her vigilance, Giber opened his mouth and squirted a mouthful of blood into her face, completely blocking her vision, and then raised his long sword with an indifferent face, stabbed it without hesitation, and pierced the heart with precision and cruelty, and the entire tip of the sword sank into her chest.

The Marquise fell down with an expression of disbelief, and a large stain of blood oozed from the chest of her white pajamas, while Giber's face remained cold, and he did not feel the slightest bit ashamed of his little tricks.

"Humble ...... Mean...... And so you did...... Not a man......"

"Is that your last word?" said Giber, raising his sword and striking at the marquise's neck.

"Pomona!"

An angry roar rang out from afar, and a scarlet shockwave spread from far and near.

The ground shook wildly at Gibb's feet, and the sudden concussion made the sword lose its alignment, and instead of severing the marquise's neck, it cut only a shallow wound in her neck.

Hans, dressed in a beggar's suit, took the opportunity to pounce at his feet, picked up the fallen marquise and turned to run.

"I forgot, there's still you here. ”

Gibb sneered, threw away his already bent sword, and chased after it with his bare hands.

The bearded cousin tried desperately to flee without looking back, when the right side of his cheek was smacked violently, leaving a familiar red mark.

"Worthy of ...... The little man I picked dared to go up in the face of the fourth order. ”

The muscles on Hans's face trembled, and his beard twitched twice.

"You...... Don't talk, save some strength, and I'll take you to the pastor. ”

The Marquise smiled feebly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the hot blood stained Hans's "strip suit" red.

"I'm hopeless, and although I have temporarily closed the wound by closing my muscles, I'm going to die sooner or later. You put me down, I can probably still ...... while I still have some strength You can still block him for a few minutes, and you can take the opportunity to find the queen......"

"Shut up!"

The bearded cousin yelled at her, gritting his teeth and running forward desperately.

"Hans, you have to listen to me. I can't live anymore, I must not let you die with me, you put me down and run away......"

"None of you can escape. ”

Giber chased after him in a yellow light, and the dirt and rocks on the road spread up his knees, forming a thin layer of earthy yellow armor.

"Give me all the death!"

The fist covered with earthen armor struck the back of the marquise's heart, and suddenly, the punch was firmly imprinted on the back of her heart, and the two of them vomited a mouthful of blood in unison, and then they were smashed by the huge force and flew out.

As soon as the bearded man hit the ground, he threw himself at the Marquise's side, lifted her back and rested on his lap.

"Hou ...... Pomona: Are you alright?"

The Marquise grinned, her white teeth red with blood.

"Barely alive. ”

A vicious wind struck from behind, and Hans threw himself out in embarrassment with the Marquise in his arms, and the ground behind them splashed with earth and rocks, smashing the bearded back with blood.

"Hmm. ”

The Marquise spat out a mouthful of blood, and her eyes gradually began to drift.

"It's a pity, if I ...... If I had known I was going to die, I would have ...... yesterday. ”

"You won't die! you won't die!" Hans took her hand and put it on his face, his beard already wet with two lines of tears.

"It's time to ...... again Two more shots......"