Nothing dangerous is allowed to get involved.

If it weren't for the fact that the black collar didn't allow anyone other than Sean to ride, they wouldn't want Sean to serve as a high-altitude scout.

What if you accidentally fall from a height?

Not to mention directly participating in the battle.

Before leaving, the high-level leaders of the Eternal Night Army, but repeatedly reaffirmed, Sean can only reconnoiter at the top, no matter how bad the situation is, they are not allowed to land, directly participate in the battle, in their eyes, protecting Sean is the first priority.

"The mission was terminated, and all staff retreated. Sean smiled and nodded, "Go back immediately, but before then, leave me the black fire bomb you brought with you." ”

Captain Barry's eyes lit up and said, "My lord, is this preparing for an aerial bombardment?"

Sean smiled and said, "Since you have hit a big fish, although you may not be able to eat it, you must always be surprised to see what kind of goods it is." ”

"Okay, I'll do it right away. Captain Barry said excitedly.

"By the way, tie them up for me, ten in a bundle, all the leads together. Sean added.

"Understood. Captain Barry made a clear gesture.

Although they had never played with cluster bombs before, they also knew the principle that the more black powder there was, the more powerful it became.

Soon black powder cluster bombs were formed.

When Captain Buck dragged them back, he very thoughtfully packed them with hunting nets for Sean to carry.

Sean gave a whistle, and the huge figure of the black collar fell from the sky.

There was no need for the black collar to land, Sean turned around, and easily jumped onto the specially customized seat, and the cooperation of one person and one eagle was very tacit.

Sean patted the head of the black collar and soared into the air, disappearing into the night.

"Withdraw!" Dicron glanced regretfully at the camp in the distance.

I don't know if it's a pity that I couldn't catch that big fish, or a regret that I didn't witness the power of the black powder set bomb bombing, or both.

But seven or eight years of experience as a general told him that the safety of the entire team is above personal gains and losses and desires.

At this point, he has been doing a good job and is ready to continue to do so.

Orders and forbiddenness were the most basic requirements of the Night Leopard Marines, and no one questioned them, as they had done when they came, vanishing like ghosts in the dawn that had begun to be revealed.

From the launch of the attack to the withdrawal of all the time, it took less than two hourglasses before and after, and it took an average of less than five minutes to assemble a stronghold, and the efficiency was no longer terrible, it was completely incredible.

In the end, the whole process is carried out in a high-speed run, whether it is killing people or setting fires.

In that case, they really ran, leaving behind a place of blood and fire.

It's no wonder that those Kingsley family soldiers don't know what to ask and don't know, and they look confused, because many people really haven't figured out the situation, and the enemy has already roared past.

That is, members of the Night Leopard Marine Corps who have undergone rigorous training can do this, and ordinary regular knights can't do this.

It's not just about stamina, it's about the perfect synergy between the two sides, and the rational distribution of physical strength.

Twenty kilometers in battle and twenty kilometers with a load on your load are not the same concept at all.

Sir Kleist led eight hundred elite cavalry, hurrying slowly, and the last thing he saw was their backs disappearing into the night.

After hesitating again and again, he did not dare to give the order to pursue.

Because until now, he has not figured out the number of enemies, and who knows if the enemy will set up an ambush halfway.

The bottom line is that the place they left is not a repaired road.

The safety of the west bank of the Danube River is only relative, and there is still no way to set foot easily in some places, especially the cavalry clusters are galloping, and if they are not careful, they will be trapped with men and horses.

The reason why the Kingsley family's material transportation lines are so crowded is that they are limited by the geographical environment of the Swamp of Despair.

Rumble!

There was a loud thunder in the clear sky.

The earth seemed to tremble.

Lyric!

Caught off guard, the eight hundred elite cavalry led by Sir Kleist, and the frightened manpower of the war horses rose one by one.

All of a sudden, people turned their backs into a pot of gruel, and even if Sir Kleist wanted to chase it now, he couldn't chase it.

"What's going on?what's going on??' said Sir Christ, soothing his frightened horse, stood up in the stirrups, looking around for the source of the loud noise.

"It seems to have come from the camp. Someone replied uncertainly, the loud noise just now came too hastily, and many people still haven't reacted.

But that's just the beginning.

Boom! Boom!

Soon more loud noises were heard.

Each sound made the war horse, which had not yet completely quieted down, even more flustered.

"Plug their ears. Sir Kleist commanded in a loud voice, tearing a piece of sackcloth from his shirt and shoving it into the ear of his horse under his crotch.

The warhorse's eyes still showed a look of horror, but it was clearly much calmer.

The other elite cavalry of the Kingsley family did the same and tried their best to calm down their war horses, but the fear in their eyes was no less than that in the eyes of their war horses.

Now they didn't need to look for the source of the loud noise, because billowing smoke and flames had risen from the Kingsley family camp not far away.

Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, the desperate wails and screams of the Kingsley family soldiers in the camp were clearly discerning.

"What's going on inside? We're our own people, and General Akmesser sent us to meet us. "Sir Kleist tried to get close to the improvised camp and probe the situation.

As a result, there was a rain of arrows, but fortunately they were well prepared when they came, set up their shields in time, and withdrew in embarrassment.

The situation in the camp is not difficult to understand, they are now under unbelievable attacks, and the situation outside is unknown, how dare they let others approach casually.

What if these people outside are enemy Joe?

Naturally, it was Sean who rode the black collar to attack.

The black powder bomb produced by the Eternal Night Army is actually a simple version of the grenade, or the most old-fashioned wooden-handled grenade, and the appearance is also a little ugly, the head is like a pig iron lump, one weighs three kilograms, and it really can't be thrown away without the strength of the handle.

Even the trained knights of the Night Leopard Marines would not carry more than three with them, after all, they had other equipment to carry.

It's not that the Eternal Night Commander doesn't want to reduce their size and weight, but the power of black powder itself is not ideal, and if it is too small, it will become a cannonball.

Only quantity can make up for quality defects.

Of course, it's not entirely unthinkable.

That is, using Charged Gems as part of the filler, the power will naturally increase exponentially, but in this way, the cost will also increase exponentially.

A gemstone grenade filled with charged gems costs one hundred and twenty-five times that of a regular black powder grenade.

Therefore, even the Night Panther Marines, who have the highest equipment priority, have no way to carry all the gem grenades they carry with them.

The ratio is about ten to one.

This ratio is just right, especially when it comes to cluster bombs, where nine black powder grenades are wrapped around a gemstone grenade.

Even if the power is compared to modern cluster bombs, it is only stronger and not weaker, and the acoustic and electric effects are even more useless.

Compared with ordinary people, Sean has a unique advantage in using this kind of cluster bomb.

Ordinary people use gem grenades, they need to sound the fuse first, and after throwing it, the black powder will explode first, and then completely detonate the charged gems mixed in it.

In other words, when an ordinary person uses a gem grenade, there will be two explosions, although the interval is very short, but the power will inevitably be weakened.

Sean is different, he is a warlock, he can remotely control the gem grenade through magic energy to charge the gem, to achieve the purpose of detonating from the inside, and then the black powder will explode with it, and the power will naturally be exerted to the extreme.

This is how Sean came when he used the black powder cluster bomb.

Not only is it more secretive, but it's also more terrifying.

Sean's first target was the tent that looked the most luxurious in the makeshift camp.

In this temporary camp, if there are really big fish, this is the most likely place to stay.

The explosion was unexpectedly powerful, turning the entire camp into ashes.

Black powder that is not fully burned is a natural accelerant, splashing everywhere, really sticking to people, people, falling on things, things burning, even falling on empty flat ground, can burn for a while.

This is due to the characteristics of black powder itself.

Among them, it is accompanied by flying flesh and blood.

What surprised Sean was solid.

Under the power of this terrorist explosion, there were still people alive, and not one, but three.

Their awkward appearance did not change the fact that they had survived the explosion.

Of the three, two are also Sean's acquaintances.

The champion knight whose shield was about to turn into a sieve was the one who tried to assassinate him on the Explorer, which was undoubtedly a hammer, and the original champion knight assassin was sent by the Kingsley family.

On the other hand, Sean hadn't seen him before, but the aura on his body was very familiar, he was also one of the assassins on the Explorer, the control-level warlock who never made a move, he was proficient in the dark system, just now he did his best to support the energy shield and form a secondary protection.

This mastery-level warlock turned pale at the moment, and he looked like he would faint at any moment.

Obviously, the black powder cluster bomb is not so easy to get along with, even if it is a master-level warlock, it is not enough to carry it head-on.

But what attracted Sean's attention the most was the strange middle-aged man.

No, rather, it should be the golden armor on his body.

It's not how quaint it looks, it's not how dazzling its color is, it's the terrifying magic power that is about to erupt from it.

Such a condensed magic power, Sean had only seen in one place - the energy reaction chamber of the Northern Fortress.

Of course, it's not that the total amount of magical energy contained in that golden armor is comparable to that of an energy reaction chamber, but rather the feeling it gives people.

If the total amount of energy contained in the energy reactor of the Northern Fortress is compared to an ocean, the energy fluctuations on the golden armor are at best a slightly larger lake.

Even if it is a lake, it is countless times more powerful than human beings, and the main force that has just resisted Sean's black powder technology bomb is not the mastery-level warlock.

The power of the mastery-level warlock is inhuman, that is relative to ordinary people, he is still flesh and blood, and when he is caught off guard, he is still a little unsightly against the black powder technology bomb that can open the mountain and break the city.

Sean saw clearly, he was at best checking and filling in the gaps, and the real main defense came from this golden armor.

At the moment of the explosion, a thick energy armor similar to the earth armor of the Earth Armored Bear formed around them, and it forcibly withstood the most violent blast shockwave.

The Mastery-level Warlock is the one who collapsed from the aftermath of the explosion with rubble and burning black powder.

The impact of this golden armor with strange functions on Sean is even higher than the speculation of the identity of this middle-aged man.

Able to be guarded by two top powerhouses, his identity is already about to be revealed, the guardian of the Carthusian army and the supreme ruler of the Kingsley family, Buck Kingsley.

The powerful golden armor unintentionally hammered this out.

If he had such a powerful and almost terrifying piece of equipment in his hands, Sean would not easily hand it over to a second person to use, and he must be in his own hands.

This golden armor should be the legendary ancient artifact.

At the beginning, Sean and Princess Regent once exchanged information because of biological mutations.

The most valuable information that Princess Regent took out should be about the ancient artifact.

The so-called ancient artifact, to put it bluntly, is a powerful enchanted equipment.

How powerful is it?

Strong enough to change the outcome of a local battle and turn the morale of the army.

Sean was originally skeptical of this set of arguments, but as he studied the energy reaction chamber and the soul beast card further.

But he couldn't help but believe that the power of magic was indeed an existence that broke the conventional common sense to a certain extent.

The enchanted equipment produced by themselves can easily make a champion knight have the strength to crush the same level, the mysterious soul beast card, and in the case of incompleteness, Sean only developed part of the usage, and he has the strength to leapfrog the challenge.

According to their own research, enchanted equipment has unlimited potential to be tapped, so what's so strange about the existence of more powerful enchanted equipment in the world?

Don't forget, the Byron Alliance originated from the Ancient Andis Empire, and after a lapse of three hundred years, he dug up the relics of the Ancient Andis Empire everywhere, and he gained something, not to mention the Byron Alliance that tossed the Ancient Andis Empire apart and finally had to blow up the imperial capital and die together.

If they didn't keep a little good stuff in their hands, they all burned it, and they didn't believe it when they killed Sean.

Not to mention the Witches' Secret Society, the Holy Aether Holy See, and the Warlock Alliance, these three international organizations have been established in the ancient Andes Empire.

The weak Manyu military leader made the Eternal Night military leader look down on these grand ducal families of the Byron Alliance from top to bottom.

Now that I think back to the entire process of the fragmentation of the Manyu military leader, there are indeed many karmic coincidences in it.

The class contradictions accumulated by the Manyu military leader for many years, the well-intentioned people like Starbuck and Angie Bena, the secret meeting of witches and the Holy Aether Holy See, even the Eternal Night Lord, who had just risen at that time, were also involved in it.

Under the influence of many forces, the Manyu army was torn to pieces.

If only Archduke Borg hadn't been directly hit and died in an internal struggle for power.

The situation of the Manyu military leaders is really different, after all, they also have their own ancient artifact god wing boots.

As for whether the Divine Wing Boots are now in the hands of Patlem or Angel Bena, it is unknown.

The latter is more likely, for when Patlem was brought back to succeed him as Grand Duke, the entire domain had been under Angiebena's control for several weeks.

According to Angel Banna's temperament, this kind of good thing will not be left to Patalem.

This also explains that Patlem and Viscount Philip are unwilling to provoke her easily.

Not only because there is a witch secret meeting standing behind her, but also because she has this big killing weapon in her hands.