The fire intensified by the wind, and the solid wood and iron-clad gate soon succumbed to the obscenity of the god of fire, and helplessly put on the flame collar, like a circus fascinating performance prop, both sides were frightened by the monstrous flames, and they all stared at the dancing flames silently as if they had discussed it, and a pair of crystal pupils reflected yellow or red light, which was full of the dazed and ignorant nature of life.

The fire burned my face, and I retreated behind the crowd, staring coldly at my fellow creatures numb before the forces of nature, feeling hopeless for them, the fire could not be extinguished in any way, and the fate of the enemies trapped in the castle was almost decided when the gates burned to ashes.

"Don't be stunned, go in through the window on the second floor, go up!"

Owen's voice was exceptionally clear, and his majestic back passed through the human wall to the castle where the corpse rested.

"Bastard, it's too high, hurry up and find a ladder......"

Perhaps the moment the words came out, he realized that finding a ladder in this situation was an impossible task, and immediately changed his words and said:

"Thick wooden stakes, beams, anything, as long as it can hold people!"

The soldiers scattered in a hurry, and in a few moments they ran back with a scorched rotten beam at the end.

"Get out of the way!"

They roared in a rough voice, and the congested crowd made way for them:

"I'll go first!"

Owen climbed the front end of the house beam, and walked like a fly on the vertical stone wall with the support of the lever, and quickly broke through the window, in fact, the window was not concealed, not even a piece of animal skin to protect from the wind, the only obstacle was a twisted and stiff corpse, holding a crossbow with feathered arrows in his arms, and a terrifying posture in the window, with a striking dagger stuck in his back.

The others climbed up in the same way, like a few apes that had seized the lair, and the castle was the jungle where they roamed the sky, and the shadows cast on the walls were messily intertwined, and the sound of fierce fighting was heard, indicating that Owen and the others had met the enemy, and a desperate fight was inevitable.

The flame collar slowly changed, and the flames at the bottom gradually gathered to the top, casting a dazzling crown, which was worn on the crumbling shell of the gate, and the cracking of the wood grain made a rotten cry:

"Come on, knock the door open for me!"

I couldn't wait for the fire to go out, and I anxiously beckoned to the soldiers on the left and right.

"Storm the main gate and rush in!"

Five or six warriors picked up wooden rafters the thickness of an adult's waist:

"One-two! One or two! ”

Shouting neat slogans, like a running bull with full horsepower, he rushed to the steps to run.

"Boom! Boom! ”

The wooden door with the crown groaned, a miserable sound, and I squinted my eyes to understand its stubborn voice as it lay out.

Don't fall! Don't fall!

"Keep it up!"

Someone roared angrily, and sure enough, three or four more soldiers went up to help, and more than a dozen people burst out with earth-shaking energy, and the wooden door shook and exploded, and sawdust and flying dust blurred the scene.

"Rush!"

The soldiers swarmed in, and there was a roar of swords colliding.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and there was a person standing at the door, the effect of the firelight magnified his figure infinitely, the muscles of the shoulders of the hill were exaggerated like two large shoulder pads, the eye sockets cast the dark shadow of the black hole, the exquisite armor pieces flickered, and a half-human high giant sword reached the earth, and only this terrifying killing weapon was worthy of the knight of the gods in front of him, and the halberds of the Nijmegen soldiers were like thin toothpicks pointed at him.

“gibo auja！”

The knight flat-ended the giant sword, the deep dantian roared with a mouthful of tongue, and the shock wave destroyed the attacker's self-confidence, and the soldiers involuntarily retreated.

"Normans?"

I understood the knight's obscure slogan, which I had heard in the camp of the Duke of Normandy while watching gladiatorial performances, which had their roots in the old Viking language, and the literal meaning was no longer known, but the Norse warriors liked to shout out to cheer themselves up before battle.

"No matter how brave a warrior is, he needs the favor and favor of the Valkyrie."

I remember Duke Richard explaining, "It was a Valkyrie consecration, and some samurai would tattoo it on their chests to pray for peace." ”

"Don't grind, keep attacking!"

The hero is indeed awe-inspiring, but he can't change the outcome of the war, otherwise Achilles' Greek coalition would not have besieged Troy for ten years without progress.

The soldiers in the front row, you look at me, I look at you, huddle each other to encourage each other, the enemy is too strong, you must rely on your comrades.

"Ho!"

The giant sword broke through the wind, and the fragile spear broke head-on, like a mosquito's needle beak to a steel sword, and the moment the Nijmegen soldiers were still in a trance, the giant sword flipped at an incredible speed, and then several heads flew into the sky with gushing blood, Hitomi Hitomi expanded in horror, as if he still didn't believe what had just happened.

Mars!

The image of countless legendary heroes hovered in his head, and they eventually overlapped on the knight in front of him, which was a living legend.

The soldiers were shaken, and they could die with generosity and generosity, destroying any enemy without looking back, but they could not calmly face the invincible God.

"This is the calmness of taking the head of the general in the army of ten thousand......"

I admired my opponent's effort, and looked at him with pity: "The heroic praying mantis in front of the rolling wheels must be the same, it is great enough for the praying mantis, but unfortunately for the man who drives the carriage, the little one is ridiculous beyond his strength." ”

"Where's the breaking cone?"

I patted the herald on the shoulder, and the latter grinned and was stunned for a long time: "Lift the broken cone out, cooperate with the spearman's thrust, forgive him for being invincible with two fists and four hands, isn't the King of Qin Wu who can carry the crown also die with blood?" ”

The herald was stunned when he heard King Qin Wu, and immediately ran to arrange the task, and he was already surprised by the steady stream of new words that came out of the Duke's mouth.

The soldiers rushed towards the proud knight with the wooden rafters, as if the humble human beings were fighting against the omnipotent god of war, the knight retreated slightly, tucked his waist and steadied his horse, and slowly raised the giant sword above his head with both hands, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, as if I saw the orange-red power flow pouring into the quaint giant sword along the veins of the body.

"Hah!"

A powerful slash fell from the sky, and the aftermath was transmitted through the wooden rafters, shaking the soldiers' arms numb, and they subconsciously spread their hands and planted them crookedly.

"Oh my God, this monster!"

I shook my head with a wry smile and immediately thought of another idea: "Attack him with fire!" Keep throwing! ”

I picked up a burning stick and threw it at the Norman knight, who deftly dodged it, unimpressed by the tickling petty fight.

As more and more soldiers joined in the throw, the knight's dodging movements gradually slowed down, and he had to pay attention to the flying torches and the spears that were inserted in the stitches, and his physical strength was naturally unbearable.

"Ahh

Before a soldier could celebrate, the enraged Normans sent him to God, but it was a good start, just as a man of true fear suddenly discovered that God would bleed, and the shock and awe of the heart were explosive.

"Hooray!" The soldiers called enthusiastically......

The knight's legs trembled imperceptibly, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the bleeding wounds, and the dense gun forest made him not take it lightly, but the Norman who was blessed by the Valkyrie was exhausted, and the second Nijmegen soldier took the opportunity to make a successful sneak attack, followed by the third, the fourth, and the fifth......

At this moment, the knight's body was full of broken spears, and he maintained a standing posture with only the support of his will, and his hands, weakened by excessive blood loss, could no longer bear the weight of the giant sword, and could only use his eyes in vain to intimidate the opponent who rushed to the front.

"Die, executioner!"

The Nijmegen warrior stared viciously at the god, who was no longer afraid, and the spear slammed into his heart:

"Curse you, executioner!"

The warrior chattered nervously, forgetting that he was now the executioner.

The castle's last barrier collapsed, and his massive body even faintly caused the earth to shake.

"Don't grind! Rush in and slaughter them! ”

The soldiers who followed up stepped on the giants that they once thought were insurmountable, and made a mess with the enemy in the halls, and you went back and forth to kill them.

The battle is basically over, the night and the fire have become our accomplices, my eyes are solemn sweep over the enemies who have been shot and fallen one after another, they are protecting a nobleman at the cost of their lives, and they are tightly surrounding him in the core, one is dead, there will be more to make up, that should be the target I am looking for.

"Surrender, knight, you have no way back!"

I began to persuade the nobles on the other side to surrender: "I, the noble Duke of Nijmegen, Randy. Adrian. Hoffman, in the name of nobility, you are guaranteed your personal safety, and the blood of another knight will never be stained on the hands of one knight, surrender quickly! ”

"I've admired my name for a long time, Lord Duke!"

The nobles of the enemy replied: "Since it is you who are the enemy, there is no reason for us to lay down our arms and stop fighting for our lives and glory. ”

Bastard, my mouth was so hard that I raised my eyebrows and said kindly, "At least before sending you to hell, you have to let me know who my opponent is, right?" ”

"The second son of Hugue I the Great, brother of King Robert II of France, and Count of Saint-Louis Hulin. Cape. ”

The aristocracy bowed gracefully, completely ignoring the danger:

"I have fantasized about countless ways to die, generous, heroic, tragic, but I never thought that I would die at your hands, Lord Duke, I am very honored to be your opponent, I have lost, of course I have to pay the price......"

"The price?"

I held the sword in both hands, and pressed the weight of my whole body on the steel-cast killing weapon: "The price is the least valuable, can it bring people back from the dead?" ”

Hulin still had a cynical expression on his face, making it difficult to see through his heart:

"I am very sorry for Madame Zun, she is a beautiful and noble woman, and even as far away as Paris I have heard many times of the good name of the Pearl of Flanders."

The corners of his mouth hooked deeper: "I empathize with your grief, but Madame Zun's choice to end her life by committing suicide is fundamentally contrary to the doctrine of Christ, and will leave the lonely soul without sustenance, she can completely adopt another gentle method, after all, as a close relative, it is impossible for Lord Count Flanders to really poison his beloved daughter, but it is a pity that Madame Zun ......"

"You have no right to judge my lady, Lord Earl!"

I held back the anger in my heart, and the sharp blade was carved into the ground with a sharp sound, and I felt the anger of my master: "Now it's time to discuss the price you have to pay, and since the matter has come to this, let's get straight to the point, what do you say?" ”

"Open the door and see a mountain? What a strange figure of speech, it seems that you have indeed learned a lot of Saracen stuff, as the legend has said. ”

Hulin joked unhurriedly: "What do you want?" It is certainly impossible for me to surrender, and as a royal family in Paris, it would be considered a disgrace for me to surrender for any reason. ”

"Then I'm afraid there's nothing I can do, Lord Earl."

With the sword on my shoulder, I stared at the few remaining enemies with a fierce eye, and my intention was quite obvious.

Hulin smiled open-mindedly, revealing a calm and maturity that did not match his age, and he brushed aside the layers of knights surrounding him, and slowly walked towards his murderous opponent, completely unconcerned about the approaching sword.

"In your hands, I know that I will not escape death, hatred and revenge are reasons to die no matter what, but I have one request."

He threw away the long sword in his hand, and continued to step forward amid the exclamations of everyone: "Look at these brave knights behind me, they follow me to fight for the rest of their lives, and there is no need to prove their loyalty by sacrifice, this time I am the one who made the mistake of underestimating the enemy, God has already punished him with the reality in front of him, so ......"

Hulin stopped, and the two of us were only one step apart, and the opposite eyes were speeding through countless messages.

"I'll get your assurance alone. Lord Duke, please let my knights leave safely, for God's sake, please. ”

To be honest, for a moment, I was really touched by his fearless spirit of sacrifice, the soft corners of my heart trembled slightly, and the promise almost blurted out, but the betrayal and pain I experienced exhausted my last compassion, sometimes, life does not turn you into a better and more stable person, but murders the only remaining humanity.

"You know the results, Lord Earl."

"Is that really all there is to it?" He understood what I meant, and asked regretfully.

"Life or death is not a choice for us, it is God's arrangement."

I read a lot from Hulin's eyes, and I didn't seem to read anything.

"God wants me to be the god of death who reaps life, and I can't be an angel of compassion, this is my fate."

"In that case, let's fight like men!"

The Count of Saint-Louis bowed slightly politely, his polished chain mail reflecting the blinding light, and the moment he got up, he said to me in a whisper that no one else could hear:

"Death can't take your smile away from you as long as you are grateful, but you'd rather go to hell and be a believer and accomplice of evil in chains......"

I was stunned, my expression was gloomy, and then the fire burned again: "It's not easy to get free, it's you, okay?" ”

"I don't know!"

He turned and walked back, and a faint answer floated out: "Who knows?" ”

(End of chapter)