The loss of the Blue Mountain Pass can be said to have exceeded everyone's expectations, although this thousand-year-old Xiongguan has been conquered after it was built, but it was the powerful Saxons, the savage Weikings, and the arrogant North Rena people.

But what are the Lucernes?

A small principality that survives by swaying between the forces of all sides, a standard weak chicken that has never expanded an inch of land outward for hundreds of years, has suddenly exploded into a big bad wolf?

But the Lorraine soldiers on the front line of the Blue Mountain Pass felt that they had really encountered a group of hungry wolves.

"Stop!"

"Alert!"

A team of knights who were fleeing in a hurry suddenly stopped as they approached a valley and nervously formed a defensive formation.

A thin and dense mist of spring rain shrouded the forest, and the wet and cold moisture enveloped the knights' bodies, making them shiver incessantly, and the metal armor on their bodies also emitted a "clanging" trill.

"Don't be afraid, there is only one person, as long as we are not afraid of death, he must be the one who dies, but if we are afraid, then we will definitely die!"

The yellow-bearded Kenneth Chevalier stood at the center of the defensive formation with his broadsword in hand, comforting the warriors around him who were about to be crushed by fear.

He is the "captain" of the eighth rank, and he is also the strongest transcendent warrior in the field, and at this time he must act as the backbone, if he collapses, then a desperate slaughter will follow.

"Nelly, can you find his place?" asked Kenneth Chevalier as he approached the girl.

The girl was dressed in light chain mail, her chestnut hair was tied into a neat ponytail, she held a black black longbow, and at her feet squat, a shiny hound with a wisdom that did not belong to the canine class.

The girl named Nelly is a newly awakened hunter who has already escaped several dangers with her perceptual talent along the way, otherwise the team would not have been able to escape here.

"I could only be sure that he was in front, but I couldn't find his place, and my dog was already cowering and didn't dare to go up and look for him. ”

Kenneth sighed and instructed the surroundings: "Everyone is divided into two groups, one group is resting and the other is on guard, we are far away from the Blue Mountain Pass, the enemy has also been wounded, and it is beneficial for us to delay it." ”

The tired knights immediately divided into two groups, and the resting group sat down one after another, regardless of the muddy water on the ground, and took out their dry food and evened it out with each other to replenish and recover their strength.

"I am indeed wounded, but before I fall, you will surely die!"

A dry voice suddenly sounded, and the warriors who had just sat down on the ground jumped to their feet.

A monk dressed in a black clergyman's robe emerged from the mist-shrouded mountain forest and floated ghostly over him.

His clerical robe was tattered, with several patches, and a worn hemp rope tied around his waist to prevent it from leaking.

He had no shoes on his feet, and walked barefoot on the rainy, muddy ground, stained with mud and dirt.

His face was very bad, sallow and staggering, as if he were going to fall at any moment.

But Kenneth, Nelly, and the warriors around him knew that these were just appearances, and that his dead wood-like body didn't know how much mad power was hidden.

Just last night, this ascetic-looking man stormed the Blue Mountain Pass, broke through the encirclement of dozens of hoplites, and killed Viscount Sangreid in a near-self-mutilating manner, resulting in the fall of the Blue Mountain Pass.

Although the transcendent is strong, it is not invincible, dozens of heavily armored infantry sacrificed their lives to the pile of death to exchange their lives for injuries, even the middle-level transcendents cannot guarantee immortality under the frontal toughness.

But this ascetic did just that, he had one more wound on his body, and the heavy armored soldiers of the Chevalier family fell, and in the end, he didn't know how many more wounds he had on his body, and he still fought unconsciously, and dozens of hoplites collapsed directly after more than half of them were killed and wounded.

Now Kenneth still has more than two dozen knights around him, and if he piles up, he may die with the ascetics, but I just don't know if he will collapse before he kills the enemy.

Kenneth clenched the big sword in his hand and shouted in a loud voice: "The church does not interfere in the war between secular nobles, which church monk are you, do you know what you are doing?"

"The church does not interfere in the struggle between nobles, but I am a nobleman, I have a grudge against you Chevalier family, and I am solving all this in the way of nobles, and I will not die!"

“........”

Kenneth and Nelly beside him glanced at each other, both looking incredulous.

If nothing else, there has never been a nobleman who would dress up like this.

"Nelly, you go first, and you must tell the head of the family what happened to all of us, so that our family members can get the compensation they deserve!" Kenneth knew that he would not be spared today, and began to explain what happened.

"Let's go together, have more chances to live!"

Kenneth shook his head, shoved the girl hunter hard, and yelled, "Don't let us die in vain!"

The battle broke out in an instant, and under the leadership of Kenneth, more than two dozen warriors gritted their teeth and besieged the emaciated ascetics, the fear in their chests turned into flames, burning with the madness before death.

The girl hunter Nelly hesitated for a moment, then turned around and rushed into the rain and mist, burrowing into the mountains and forests with her hound, using the hunter's best talent for the wild.

Blood continued to bloom in the rain scarlet flowers, and the sound of swords slicing through flesh, the sound of staff smashing skulls, and the man's painful moans before death were intertwined, turning the small valley into a bloody slaughterhouse.

It's just that this slaughterhouse is for slaughtering.

"Ahh

"Bang!"

Kenneth's sword plunged into the ascetic's lower abdomen, only to have his skull struck by the ascetic's staff.

All the warriors fell to the ground, and only the ascetic was still standing trembling.

He pulled out the big sword in his abdomen and said expressionlessly: "Pain is the best practice!"

Then he rushed into the mountains and forests, and chased in the direction where the girl hunter had disappeared.

A few minutes later, a weak figure rushed out of the mountain forest with agility, and was stunned when he saw the corpses all over the ground.

She shook this stupidly, pulled that stupidly, and in the end, no one was still alive.

"Ahh.......h Woooooooo

"Woooooo

The strong girl hunter collapsed, she had just awakened to the ninth rank, she was too weak, and in the face of this tragic situation, she only had the strength to cry out loud.

..........

..........

There was an unusually oppressive aura in the pass under the blue peak, there were dead corpses with blue-gray skin everywhere, and most of the remaining living people were numb, and there were still residual flames burning in the corners, but no one took care of them.

The black oak banner was planted in the largest mansion in the center of the Blue Mountain Pass, and the face of the Black Oak Legion Commander Lecro was darker than the legion flag outside.

"How many people have we lost?"

"More than 4,000 people, and many wounded, the new flame bomb of the Lorrainians has caused us a lot of damage......" Lecro's own nephew, Yalot, couldn't bear to answer his uncle's question.

Lecro slowly held his head in his hands and scolded bitterly: "No, it is not the Lorraine who has caused us the greatest loss, it is the damned ascetic, that fuck off, he deceived the duke, and he deceived us!"

Just a few days earlier, Leclous's Black Oak Legion had suddenly received an order from the Grand Duke of Luxon to rush to the Blue Mountain Pass before the Luxon army was fully assembled, and to begin the attack as soon as he received "assistance".

Lecro, who received the order, did not dare to slack off, and immediately sent a reconnaissance team to reconnoiter the enemy near the Blue Mountain Pass, but only one person came back from an elite reconnaissance team of twenty people.

Dawson, who survived the catastrophe, reported to Leclo that the Blue Mountain Pass was heavily guarded, and that he had received supplies and assistance from the rear, which made Leclos have the idea of delaying.

But then the "aid" that came changed all that.

The "aid" sent by the Grand Duke of Lucerne was a man, an ascetic with a withered face and a face full of suffering, like a sufferer.

The ascetics brought special "holy water" that would make the warriors forget their fears, and held a morale-boosting evangelistic meeting, and then the soldiers of the Black Oak Legion went crazy uncontrollably and rushed to the Blue Mountain Pass, using their flesh and blood against the high walls, dense arrows, and heavy artillery fire.

In the end, at the cost of nearly 5,000 people, he exchanged for a lifeless Blue Mountain Pass.