Eshu stared coldly at the distant backs of the two horsemen, and did not use the killing move of the arrow in his hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWhen they came, it was like a strong wind that broke the mountains and forests, and although they were hit head-on by Eishu later, they didn't see Zhang Huang when they retreated, and they calmly hid the edge of counterattack. Losing is not losing, this is Estheu's evaluation, their performance did not disgrace the name of the death knight, Pande's most vicious knight's prestige is built on the mountain of bones and the corresponding thick blood, not the hideous armor to win. Even if the black knights who died in the hands of Aexiu had already been counted by a palm, it would not make Eshu despise them a little.

In fact, he had already lost the strength to fight again, and Eshugh caught up with Geoffrey, who had not yet had time to run away, and silently took off the chain mail, this kind of pullover armor needed to raise his arms above his head to remove it, and Eshu's movements were very gentle, and his right arm was raised in a careful amplitude, trying his best to let his left arm carry most of the weight of the chain mail. Eshugh had a little trouble pulling his right hand out, his right elbow got stuck in his sleeve, and he had to turn to Jeffrey for help: "Help me pull it out." ”

Estheu's right arm finally slipped out, and he snorted, his face contorted for a moment from the pain. Jeffrey gasped: Estheu's right arm was already swollen, and purple-black bruises had accumulated all over the forearm, as if it were a bruised flesh worm that was stuck in the sleeve. If the invoker's eyes had been a little more poisonous, he would have noticed that Esso's right arm hung limply at his side as he opened his staff, and his combat strength had plummeted by more than half. "It's ...... What's going on? Jeffrey asked, dismayed.

"Old wounds." Eshu glanced down and made a cross on his forearm, letting the blood flow. Before escaping from the arena, he was slapped by an ice bear and cracked his arm bone, which could have healed in three weeks with his physique, but it was based on the premise of not engaging in high-intensity hand-to-hand combat. And the interception of the three black knights and one supplicant would not leave Eshu any room to relax at all, and his old wounds still erupted under the full force of his strength, the pain turned over the river and the sea on the muscles and flesh, and there seemed to be countless blades rising and falling on his forearms.

"What about my safety after that?"

"It's just that my right hand can't move for the time being, and I still have my left hand." Eshua said lightly.

The two horses flicked their tails and gradually moved away, and after a while, a team of more than 100 people rushed from the direction of Marions, as if a wave of red tide swept over the plain, and on the red tide stood a lion flag, and the lion raised his eyebrows and angry eyes when the flag flipped over, bathed in a grand flame. The force was in full swing, and the sound of horses' hooves trampling the earth was uniform, as if dozens of drums were beating at the same time. Only the backbone of the Lion Knights has such breathtaking discipline, but the equipment of these knights is not a uniform bright silver lion armor, some of them are quite shabby, with a mix of assault swordsmen and light cavalry standard armor, at first glance a little nondescript, riding on a lion war horse is even a little funny, but their eyes are solemn and gloomy, that is the eyes that only veterans of a hundred battles can temper in the flames of war, looking at them, as if staring at the tip of a knife from a centimeter apart.

The knights soon arrived at the place where Eshu and the death knights were fighting, and the knights at the head raised their right fists, and hundreds of horses rode Qiqile horses, and the extreme movement turned to extreme silence, and the stirring drum beat stopped abruptly, but it was as natural as drinking water and eating.

"Calamity Raven Attack?" The knight turned over and dismounted, carefully examined the corpse, but found no possible fatal injuries, and the corpse was also very intact, not like the Doom Crow, those bloodthirsty birds will not treat their prey gently, a few days ago there was a sentry in Fort Severcro who was pecked out of the eye by the Doom Crow, fortunately there was only one, otherwise it would not be an eye, he would not even leave the whole corpse. The knight turned the corpse over with a sharp expression: both corpses had a sharp metal piece on their foreheads, and he pulled out a metal piece, only to find that it was just a broken arrow, and the material was also a large road cargo among the feather arrows, and he put his hand on the back of the corpse's head and touched the sticky pink of his hand.

"It's like a goal-picking shooter." The adjutant stood beside the knight and quipped. "After killing someone, don't forget to pull out the shaft of the arrow."

"It's not." The knight wiped the unspeakable blood or some other disgusting goo from his armor, and carefully studied the arrow in his hand, "This was broken by man, these two men were thrown to kill." ”

The adjutant was shocked, and looked at the arrow in the knight's hand in disbelief, which seemed to him to be just an ordinary piece of iron, but in the hands of a man, it burst out with a lethal power that was not inferior to that of a deadly hidden weapon. "Could it be the Black Knight?" He asked, lowering his voice.

"They throw spears accurately, but they can't play darts. It's a lot like the handiwork of those scorpions in Daxia. The knight said, "Wrangler Sultan? No, it's not, the Imperial offensive is so aggressive, he can't be guilty of provoking us. ”

"What could it be?"

The identities of the two men are uncertain. After informing the patrol team, continue on your way. ”

"Yes, Master Kenrico!"

Callindeen Plains.

Today's white-knuckle battle has come to an end, the two sides fought fiercely from noon to sunset, the commanders are peerless famous generals, in front of the castle of Carlindeen to fight with all their might, you eat my team of assault swordsmen, I will fold you an infantry phalanx with my backhand. Duke Elvwan relied on the superiority of troops, fought extremely unrestrained, and the offensive was like a tide wave after wave, several times almost approaching the gate of Fort Carlindeen, and the Archon of Kairos had a faint tendency to be unable to parry on the frontal battlefield, after all, he only brought more than 3,000 people, counting the defenders of Fort Callindeen, there were only 5,000, and the most elite Shadow Brigade had been transferred by him to Augustana to ambush Brenus, and he lost more than one chip in terms of military strength. In the words of Viscount Kea, if Keros was able to fight his father on a frontal battlefield for a day with these five thousand men, he was fully worthy of the title of Pande's first general.

At the head of the castle of Callindern, Archon Keros stood at the head of the city, his face was radiant, and he commanded a fierce battle for nearly five hours, which did not seem to affect his energy at all, but made his eyes brighter and brighter. He watched Duke Elfwan advance nearly a few hundred meters into his position, and sighed, "More people are better." He said it casually, without the boring mood of heroic shortness of breath, more like a casual whining.

Standing behind the Archon of Keros, Scoleroru gazed respectfully at the broad back of the man, who seemed to be born with a breezy grace, who could speak lightly with a mountain on his shoulder, and who would gain infinite courage when he stood by his side, and who would not be afraid to follow him, even if he was surrounded by thousands of troops.

The Shadow Legion only knew about Kairos, not Marius for nothing, if the Grand Master was a straw bale, even if they didn't deal with the new empire, they wouldn't willingly follow him.

"Your Excellency, preparations have been made, and the possible consequences have been informed in a letter to General Sitorius." Scoleroru whispered.

"Okay." Keros nodded, "Elfwan played too unrestrained today, and has vaguely deviated from his inherent tactical style," he narrowed his eyes, "It will gradually lead him to make the most wrong decisions at the most important times, and the difference is a thousand miles, that's what it means." ”

"And Scolero," he asked, turning his head and humbly, "will you come with me to meet Miss Teresa tomorrow when Elfwan is tricked into the city?" ”

Scoleroru knelt down on one knee and said word by word: "May I be born and die with my lord!" ”