Cromwell's sword, infused with all the strength of his body, he gave up all his defenses, leaving Ben no room for himself, this is an indomitable charge, this is a charge to death, he pressed everything on this attack.

Soth couldn't find a way to block this blow without any damage, and as a warrior, he knew very well how far the opponent's attack could go, and Soth believed that Cromwell's sword would definitely break his defenses.

But so what, is he a coward? Thus never retreated, whether it was leading his people on migration or rebelling against the rule of the Severos, and he grew the Soths from a small tribe of a few hundred people to a huge nation, all of which proved his ability, ambition, and courage.

Although affected by memory, in normal times, he rarely puts on a big shelf, and usually, he is very easy-going, casual, and free, but this does not mean that he lacks domineering at critical moments.

Soth's eyes were firm, and he looked at Cromwell who was rushing towards him without blinking, he liked this talent, and was excited by his courage to challenge himself, but at the same time, his own arrogance was also aroused, this old man who would rather die than bend dared to rush at himself with a sword like this, Sos decided to use his strength to give him the best counterattack.

"Ahh

"This is the greatest reward for your courage!" Soth's fist was faster than lightning, like a bull shaking the ground, and like a cannon bursting into the chamber, slamming into the heavy armor on Cromwell's chest, without the slightest fancy skill, it was completely a manifestation of strength, at that moment, people seemed to be able to see the scene of the dust floating in the air being shaken away by this punch, and the invisible shock wave was expressed through this form.

The "boom" thunderous sound came out, making everyone's hearts tremble, looking at Cromwell, there was no way not to worry, especially those knights who were taught by Cromwell, who were about to be unable to control their bodies and rushed up, but they were pulled by a few people who were quite sane among them, and it was meaningless for them to rush up at the moment, and they couldn't change anything at all.

Soth only felt that his back was cut by a sharp weapon, cold and cold, and then the burning pain came, making him recall the feeling that he had forgotten for a long time, how long he had not been injured, he had almost forgotten himself, but this time there was no doubt that he was injured by Cromwell.

After the two of them made a move, they quickly separated, and a trace of visible cracks appeared on Cromwell's chest armor, and he stood there, staggering, as if he might fall at any time, and the knights behind him couldn't hold back any longer, rushed forward, supported him, and hurriedly asked him if he was okay, Cromwell didn't speak, he closed his mouth tightly, and touched the crack on his chest.

There was a crisp "ding", and the crack widened bigger and bigger, and finally like a flower that bloomed and withered, it fell all over the ground and scattered on the ground, and Cromwell finally couldn't help it, a mouthful, a mouthful of blood spit out, and the red blood spilled on the ground, shocking, and everyone couldn't tell how badly injured he was.

Soth touched his back, his hands felt wet, and when he took it back to his face, he saw blood running down his fingers, no doubt caused by Cromwell.

"Hiss-it really hurts" Looking at Cromwell who was surrounded by the crowd, Sos smiled, Cromwell can be cared for by so many people, which also shows that his prestige among the crowd is very high, there is no doubt that this is a very rare ability, to be able to be supported by others, it shows his leadership ability, Sos has always admired those who can lead others.

As his favorite subordinate, how could he really use his full strength if he had already booked it, Cromwell was a lot older, in case one accidentally hurt him, Sos really had no place to cry, most of his strength was actually deliberately hit on the armor, and the one who really hit the old knight was pitiful, as for why he vomited blood, Sos was very innocent.

It was probably not caused by his own attack, but the shock damage that Cromwell received when he looked at himself with his sword.

Soth couldn't help it, you can imagine the strength needed to break through his defense, but in the end, after using all his strength, he only cut a wound in Soth's back, and didn't cut him in two, this power couldn't be released, and in the end it was basically bounced back to the old knight himself, so he was shocked.

Seeing a group of people surrounding the old knight, and the archon behind him looked panicked, and actually sneakily wanted to run to it, of course Soth would not forget who his purpose was, and he didn't want this leader to run away.

So he didn't wait for a break, and rushed forward with another lunge, and all the other knights and soldiers thought that Soth's target was Cromwell, and they all stood in front of Cromwell, but Soth didn't even look at it, and jumped over their heads, and turned over in the air, and came directly to the Archon as if he were flying through the clouds.

There was no way, for the long-armed and long-legged Soth, the distance between the two ends of the fortress was almost negligible, and he could cross them with ease.

The consul was terrified, though he did not understand where to come from to make such a creature as Thus as hostile to him, and to force himself to relinquish the rule of the city for the sake of the lives of some worthless pariahs.

But watching Soth walk all the way in front of him, whether it was the arrows, or the soldiers rushing up, and even the knights he brought from the capital, there was no way to hinder the other party, which made the consul's heart close to collapse, and he had to lower his posture and accept his fate.

"You...... I can give you whatever you want...... It's just that...... Just don't hurt me. "His helpless appearance makes it hard to imagine that this guy is the ruler of the city.

Soth looked at him with a little disdain, every city he controlled was defeated by himself, but this cowardly and scheming guy in front of him did not deserve his respect at all.

After throwing away all the aura brought by the outer layer, there was only a naked body left, this archon was not as good as a beggar on the street in the eyes of Soth at the moment, he was empty inside, weak in flesh, and a waste at all.

Soth gave him a blank look, and said coldly: "I can not kill you, then you can hand over the ruling power of Sanafria." ”

He stretched out his hand and looked mockingly at the already frightened archon.