Jeffrey poked his head out of the carriage and scanned the murderous heretical forces on the hill with his brass binoculars, one, two, three. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Three Black Knights! In addition, there are more than a dozen giant warriors. His lips were astringent with fear, although his own side had an absolute advantage in numbers, how could these mercenaries who knew all day long that they were fighting in the tavern be the opponents of the well-armed and skilled Black Knights? It was definitely no accident that the Death Knight, who had always only operated in Alpine Fort, appeared here, and he must have received the news and set his eyes on the priceless treasure he carried. Even if you get past this level today, who knows what ambush will be after that? Jeffrey groaned in despair, his hands hanging limply.

"Jeffrey? What happened to you? Salamatan glanced at the Lord of the Benerate strangely, who had only been robbed by an army of heretics who had not been long-sighted, and had no idea of the impending catastrophe. When he took the telescope from Jeffrey's hand and saw exactly what a fierce opponent he was about to face, he accidentally dropped the expensive telescope. "Don't keep your mouth out." Jeffrey said with difficulty, his soul seemed to have been pulled out of his body, and he couldn't even stand still.

“…… Nothing has an impact anymore. Salamane held him up and said with relief. The mercenary captain who grew up in Daxia showed extraordinary determination at this time, "I will take my men and try my best to hold them back, and you take the guards and leave on light horses." Pay our wife—" he hesitated, then said resolutely, "our widow." At this moment, the sound of the horse's hooves rushed down the hill, and Salamatan pulled the distraught Jeffrey out of the carriage and helped him onto the horse, and stabbed a dagger in the horse's buttocks. The horse was in pain and galloped away with his master. The Death Knights rushed down the hill at this time, and the mercenaries saw their opponents clearly, and panic spread through the formation. Dulac immediately turned around and prepared to run.

But he soon did not dare to move, a hunting crossbow was firmly pressed against his head, the crossbow was already wound, and if the trigger was pulled, the crossbow bolt fired from zero distance could easily lift his skull. Salaman held the hunting crossbow steadily, and his tone was full of cold mockery: "You can outrun the Death Knight's warhorse?" ”

"Boss......" Dulac shuddered, and the excuse swirled wildly in his mind, but it was all blocked by the crossbow bolt on his head. He had been expelled from the guild by the enraged chief mercenary of Sarion for several attempted escapes, and it was Salamane who insisted on keeping his notorious deserter in his ranks. "The next time you dare to desert in front of me, I'll kill you." Salamane said this on Dulac's first day in the team. It was not for nothing that he said this, there was no better crossbowman in the mercenary guild of the entire Kingdom of Sarion than Salaman, who once shot the middle finger of one of Livingston's rangers at him with a crossbow from eighty paces away!

"Team! Infantry throws spears to intercept! Salamaman pressed Dulac back into the queue and ordered in a deep voice.

The mercenaries began to operate in an orderly manner, quickly forming a rudimentary shield array to protect the archers, and a few skilled spear-throwers hid behind their shields, waiting for the death knights to charge into their range. Salaman half-crouched on the ground, hunting for a crossbow at the flat end, looking at it kindly, and pulling the trigger. He was armed with the most ordinary steel crossbows, not to mention the Black Knights, and even the armor of those mighty warriors could not penetrate it, and Salamano understood this, so he aimed at the horse's eye!

The crossbow bolt penetrated directly into the left eye of the war horse that rushed to the front, and the war horse was in pain, neighed, and threw off the giant warrior on his back. And this unlucky guy was even stepped on by his own mount and tripped over it. The heavy body of the horse was pressed all over the ground, and after a short scream, there was no more sound.

"They can still feel the pain." Salamane sneered. At this moment, he saw that the three black knights raised their hands in unison, and their pupils shrank, "Raise your shield!" He yelled.

It was too late, Salaman's "lift" word had just come out, and three dark purple thunderbolts had already fallen on their heads, although he made evasive actions at the same time as he gave the order, but his calf was still grazed by a throwing spear, tearing off a large piece of flesh! "Leave me alone! Stay in formation! Salaman gasped in pain, but his hand still didn't stop, and another crossbow bolt snapped into the hunting crossbow, "Durak, help me up." ”

"Chief, find a place-"

"I said help me up!" Salamane roared. Durac didn't dare to disobey the order, so he picked up Salaman, and then raised his shield in front of him, and Salamane raised his hand to fire again, killing the other giant warrior in the same way.

At this time, the death knights were only less than twenty steps away from the shield array, but the people who rushed into the formation were all giant warriors, and the three black knights were still standing on the top of the hill and watching coldly. At this time, a horse suddenly turned his horse's head and left, looking at the direction he left, Salaman was shocked: he was actually chasing Jeffrey?!

He didn't have time to think about it carefully, the giant warriors had already rushed into the front! The rudimentary shield array was torn apart by the trampling of the horses' hooves! Salamano only hated that halberders weren't the standard in his team, otherwise this charge wouldn't pose a threat to the team at all! "Chop off the horse's legs!" He shouted, and rolled over, narrowly avoiding the trampling of the horse's hooves, and stabbed the horse in the belly. Salaman gritted his teeth and spun the hilt, churning its entrails into a mess.

"Keep these infidels!" Dulac roared, swinging his sword at a warhorse that was crashing into him. The sword light had already swung off his head, and Dulac felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and then his left hand was no longer sensational. And at the cost of tearing a left arm shoulder to shoulder, he cut off the front hooves of the war horse! He was a butcher before he became a mercenary, and he was good at untying his horse at the joints. The war horse that lost its front hooves fell violently, and the giant warriors who fell to the ground were cut into pulp by the crowd who surrounded them.

After the initial chaos, the situation quickly became one-sided. The number of giant warriors who rushed into the formation was too small, and after breaking through the shield array of the first stage, the war horses under him were already unsustainable. Salaman saw how old and spicy the horses were, and saw their decline at a glance, and then reined in formation, and simply tightened his pockets, ready to swallow them in one bite!

But even so, the two black knights on the hillside still watched from the wall, as if the bloody slaughter under the hillside was another world. Although everyone heard how ruthless the heretics were, seeing them treat their subordinates in such a cold-blooded manner that even the enemy could not help but feel cold.

"Die!" After cutting down the last of the Great Warriors, Durac laughed "hehe", a strange red tide welled up on his pale face, he hastily bandaged the wound on his left shoulder, and turned to Salaman: "Boss, I behaved this time-" Before he could ask for credit, Salamane exclaimed: "Durak, be careful! ”

Poof!

Durac stared at the tip of a spear peeking out of his chest, the blood-stained skull grinning at him with its gaping mouth. He felt as if his soul was about to be sucked into that mouth and become a sacrifice to heresy, Dulac's eyes darkened, his consciousness blurred little by little, and he only heard his head roaring in grief. "Hey, chief." In the last seconds before he died completely, Dulac struggled to squeeze out a very ugly smile and muttered vaguely, "I'm not a deserter anymore." The drunken and talkative man's body collapsed limply, and Salamane rushed forward to hold him like a feather.

"Heretics!" Salaman's eyes erupted into fire, staring at the black knight riding down the hillside unhurriedly, magma-like anger splattered between his lips and teeth, "No! Die! No! Stop! ”