Chapter 10 Mistakes
In the forests of the Sisraia Territory.
Several figures danced among the trees, their faces covered in black robes, each carrying a child who had fallen into a coma on their shoulders.
In the bushes not far ahead.
General Celtic looked at everything coldly, and in his eyes, these dark shadows were no different from dead people.
"Be careful not to hurt the child!"
With Celtic's order, the knights who were ambushed in the grass jumped out with their spears, and immediately one of the Demon Cultists was killed because he couldn't dodge in time!
In an instant, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides, and the knight in silver and white armor and the demon cultist in black robes fought in a scuffle.
Although in terms of strength, the Demon Cultists are stronger, but the knights are superior to the outnumbered, and the Demon Cultists are only a few people.
It didn't take long for the victory to be decided, with all the members of the Demon Cult annihilated and the Kingdom Knights victorious.
The rescued children are in the care of a special person.
"Report, a demon cultist has reappeared a thousand meters in front of the left, please instruct!"
The Scout sent a third message.
"Yo, there are really enough of these bastards, just like Xiaoqiang, you can't kill them endlessly. β
"Okay, it's decided!, let's go and squat them again!" Celt ordered, turning.
However, he didn't expect that there were still surviving demon cultists after the mending knife, and the demon cultists stood up with difficulty, and a dagger was stuck in his head, but he still couldn't put him to death.
β*%#***&;#@%οΌβ
Translation: "Bastard Kingdom Knight, die!"
"Stand up for the shield!"
Celt immediately ordered, roaring angrily.
Almost as soon as the order was given, the shield wall was raised.
βbommοΌοΌοΌβ
With a loud bang, the debris of the trees flew everywhere, the smell of blood spread in the air, and the shield of the knights of the kingdom was once again painted in bright colors.
The shield wall spread, and Celt sighed helplessly.
This is the first time that at the end of each battle, there are always demon cultists who survive and stage such a human firework.
"Report, the Demon Cultists are starting to scatter and flee, whether to pursue or not!" the scout reported again.
"Kill! Don't let anyone go!"
"Yes!"
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Cisla Castle.
Sirek is working on the healing of Roy and Simon, using the magic of soothing to heal their wounds.
It wasn't long before Roy woke up, but his vision was still blurry, and through his blurred eyes, he saw Simon lying next to him and Sirek treating them.
β...... Not...... Adult ......"
Roy tried to stand up, but he couldn't, and he couldn't exert any strength in his body.
"Don't move, Roy, just lie down. β
"I need you to tell me what really happened. Sirek asked.
β...... At that time, I only remember that the little master asked me to help move the materials, and then somehow, there was an extremely pungent smell. β
And the smell grew stronger, and gradually, even the air became cloudy, and in that muddy air I seemed to hear the laughter of demons. β
"The devil whispers in my ear, sleep, son, sleep...... Sleep......" and I fell asleep.
Roy said.
"......" Sirek was silent.
Roy's physical fitness wasn't bad, but the eerie black smoke could make him faint, and Simon, who was closest to the source of the smoke, held out until the end.
This is not a good thing, if Simon's body is left with any problems because of this, it will suffer.
"Smack!" the castle gate was kicked open.
Sidsar's burly figure appeared in the doorway, and saw Simon lying unconscious on the ground receiving treatment.
"Simon!What's wrong with you?!"
Sidsar walked quickly to Simon's side, not knowing what to do.
"Sirek! What did you do to my precious grandson!"
"Father, calm down, you ......" Cilinya persuaded from the side.
"How can I be calm, this is my precious grandson, I ......"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a large number of footsteps and the neighing of horses from not far away.
"Want to hurt my precious grandson? Okay, let's get past me first!"
Sidsar was just in a fit of rage, picked up his hammer and walked to the door.
"Give it to me!"
Grab the door with one hand and close it, and quietly come to the side and wait for the other person to push the door open.
ββββββ
"That's not good......"
Celt stood in front of the castle and sighed as he looked at the black smoke in the sky.
"General, please let your subordinates take the lead!" a knight stepped forward, willing to take the position of the striker.
"General, your subordinates will also take the lead!"
"Me!"
"And me!"
......
The Cavaliers were eager to take the plunge, and almost everyone wanted to be at the front.
"What nonsense, give me a retreat!"
"Striker, I'm enough for one person!"
Celt snorted, picked up the shield and walked forward slowly.
What are you kidding, I finally came out for a trip, how can I let you juniors steal all the limelight.
"I'll count to three, and I'll assault when the time comes!"
Come to the door and signal the knights to prepare.
Since the gate was too small for the knights to walk side by side, there was a long queue.
"Three. β
"II. β
"One! rush!" with a shout from General Celtic, he pushed the door open.
Here it comes!
Noticing that the door was pushed open, Sidsar's hammer was already smashing towards the door in sync.
βbangdangοΌβ
The hammer slammed into the shield held in front of it, and the shield was smashed into a large hole and dented!
The shield of the knight of the kingdom is made of the finest magic ore, and the thickness of 20 centimeters is that even if the demon cultist self-detonates, he can only scrape a layer of sha, and its hardness can be imagined.
And at this moment, a big hole was smashed under this hammer, although it was not smashed through, but this shield can be regarded as useless.
"Ahhhhh
Celt took advantage of the moment when the opponent paused after the blow, and pressed the opponent against the opponent with his shield to the ground.
Out of instinctive reaction, the two of them clenched their fists at the same time and blasted towards each other, but before they hit, they saw each other's faces clearly.
"Celtic?"
"Sidsar?"
The two are old acquaintances and were once comrades-in-arms.
Although they recognized each other, their hands couldn't stop.
The two of them punched each other, and half of their mouths were swollen.
"Ahh
"ββββ hiss, you old fellow really doesn't show mercy at all!" Sidsar grumbled.
"It's like you're doing it lightly!"
"Hehe, each other!"
I haven't seen each other for many years, but the relationship between the two is still quite good.
"Come, give this boy a drink. β
Celt walked straight up to Simon, looked at it, and pulled out a bottle of potion and stuffed it for Celinya.
Silinya didn't ask much, since it was her father's old acquaintance, it would definitely not hurt Simon.
After pulling the cork, he held Simon's head and fed him to drink.
β...... This is, an advanced healing potion!"
Advanced healing potions are extremely rare and can only be refined by the best of alchemists, so they are also directly proportional to their extremely high price.
"Although I am very touched that you have come to deliver medicine to Simon, and I am not unwelcome to you, why did you come in with that black oppressive piece outside in an offensive stance?"
"And why are those guys all covered in blood, could it be that the great kingdom general will also lead his subordinates to eat meat in the back?"
Sidsar glanced at the knights outside and asked Celtic.
"Ahaha, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
Celtic slapped his head and laughed.
"Didn't I just see your house smoking, and I thought maybe there was an invasion of demon cultists, so I came. β
"As for the blood stains on their armor, I don't need to say more, you should also understand, after all, the vitality of the Demon Cultists is not ordinary tenacity. β
Listening to Celtic's words, Sidsar nodded in satisfaction.
"I see. β
"But you're late, the Demon Cultists fled long before you arrived. β
"Now that you're here, I'll teach you the cigarette left by the demon cultist upstairs. β
Sidsar smiled and pointed upstairs, and Celt responded with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm here, and the smoke is no problem at all!"
Celtic followed Sidsar upstairs, and it wasn't long before Celtic's wailing could be heard.
"What the hell is this! it stinks?!!"
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The black-robed man stood alone on the edge of the cliff, his face under the black-robed face more eerie than ever, and he spoke in an extremely sad tone.
β...... Ahh.....h
"Damn knights of the kingdom, something bad comes out at a critical moment, ahhh
"Why are you being wiped out, it's just such a simple daily task!Why why why?!"
"You are fighting for the Demon God, working hard, and fighting, how can you fall down at this moment!"
"None of them survived, were defeated, slaughtered, but you really worked hard. β
"You didn't give up until the last moment, even if the blood and internal organs were flying in the air, you insisted on implementing your ideas until the last moment!"
"ββββAh, how romantic and wonderful, oh no, how can I get excited. β
"ββββAhhββββh
"But, one yard to one yard, you guys who can fail and die of such a simple task are really waste!"
The man's crazy mood returned to normal, and he said disapprerovingly.
A cool breeze blew, and a withered leaf slowly fell to the ground, ending its life.
And as the leaves fell to the ground, the black-robed man had disappeared without a trace, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.