"There's a Norman squad up ahead."

Mia swooped out of the shadows and appeared in front of everyone, and then described the environment ahead and the distribution and position of the enemies.

Medea looked at Mi'er, and sure enough...... Mia's descriptions are similar to what Mi'er had spied on from the future before.

The numbers, the distribution, and even the time she reciprocated were all expected to score just right.

It's magical. Medea thought to herself, even a little jealous.

"So, do you still use me for how to play?" Aske asked.

"No, no, no." The girls hurriedly said that we can do it, and this enemy is not enough for us to fight.

Of course, this can be regarded as a strategic contempt for the enemy. In fact, the Huscal Guardian who has mastered the law still has a certain threat, whether it is the derivative law of frost or rage, it is the type that focuses on attack output, and if you are not careful, you may be injured by the opposite side.

Therefore, the most thoughtful student Sheila will design a tactical plan for everyone.

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Roadside Norman outposts.

If any player is here, they will recognize this so-called military outpost, which is actually a gas station set up on the side of the road.

However, the Norman knights in Sicily didn't care about this, and they didn't drive the kind of steel cars that ate gas anyway, so they simply demolished half of the gas station and built a temporary small military base.

The search for the military chieftain Robert continues. After all, if there is no demigod protection in the future, after the Holy See's military-industrial production line is restored, won't everyone be bulldozed sooner or later?

As a result, despite the fact that the Templar forces were moving south towards Calabria, which would soon become a dangerous war zone, the retreating Norman knights chose to leave some of them along the way to continue their search for leader Robert.

A Norman knight stood on the edge of the gas station camp with a battle axe in his hand, and pulled a tin flask from his bosom.

While places like gas stations are supposed to be forbidden, the Normans are clearly the type to trample on all the rules. The guy craned his neck nonchalantly, grunted a few sips into his mouth, and then wiped his mouth sloppily.

At this time, he saw a white-haired female knight enter the camp from the outside.

Female Knights...... It's a rare species among the Norman knights, but it's not absolutely none. What is more eye-catching is her white hair, which is clearly a characteristic of the northern bloodline that evolved from the frost sequence after the completion of the bloodline.

Therefore, the Norman knight bowed his head in silence to show his awe of a law-level Hascal powerhouse.

In the next second, his consciousness was taken away.

"So fast!" Sidlifa was a little surprised.

She knew that Medea could control the other party by looking at each other, but it also depended on the spirituality and rank of the other party. A Norman knight like this Lv.6 was able to restrain the other party in an instant (without even making eye contact), which was indeed a big surprise to her.

Then, the Norman knight, who was being controlled, raised his head and smiled:

"Your Excellency, shall we go?"

"Huh? Oh. Sidlifa nodded, and continued with the knight.

Along the way, she was still secretly observing the knight who was being controlled, and found that his expression was very natural, and there were no flaws at all.

According to Sidlifa's previous impression, whether it is Medea or Nola's mind control, the controlled person has a stiff facial expression, dilated pupils, and a little stiff movement details. As long as the enemy looks closely for a moment, it is easy to detect the abnormality.

The Norman knight who is now under control has no loopholes in his gestures, and he can't see anything wrong at all.

"That's amazing." Sidlifa muttered. The Norman knight smiled.

Of course, Medea wouldn't explain to her that this was not a psychic ability, but a skill of the "law of manipulation".

Ahead of the oil depot, another high-ranking Norman knight stood guarding the main road, his tomahawk and shield aside.

In the army of the Northern Trumpet, the hierarchy is so strict that even if you are only 1 level behind the others, you must obey the authority of the other party most of the time.

Therefore, when the senior Norman knight standing guard saw that the Norman knight who was supposed to be guarding the outermost part of the guard had left the post without permission, his eyebrows jumped in displeasure - until his gaze turned to Sidlifa next to him, and when he noticed her trademark silver-white hair, he quickly lowered his head in awe and submission.

The moment he bowed his head, his mind was also instantly attacked.

Enemy attack! The high-ranking Norman knight, after all, was of a higher rank, holding on for a moment under Medea's attack, and then immediately unleashed his berserk ability.

His pupils immediately contracted, his eye membranes were bloodshot, and his muscles seemed to explode as if they were exploding, and some kind of bestiality dominated his mind, freeing him from mind control completely.

The high-ranking Norman warrior first fired a frost blast that indiscriminately blasted forward, then rolled sideways to the side of the oil depot with weapons and shields.

The moment he grasped the shield, the light around him dimmed instantly. The shadow under the oil depot suddenly stood upright and swallowed him in one gulp.

In the shadows, the weightless knight was lifted by the wind, flailing his arms helplessly in the air (driven to slash by the berserk state), and then slammed to the ground by the recovered gravity.

His strong physique and ability to "tenacity" sequences allowed him to carry all the fall damage, but before he could get up from the ground, more than seven hot melt knives stabbed into his body at the same time from all directions.

The high-ranking Norman knight let out a final cry of despair under the severe pain and severe injury, and the power of the frost exploded outward from his body with full power, bursting like a supernova into a huge spiked ring of ice, spreading outward in layers and violently, engulfing all the "Peggies" besieging him.

Then he fell to the ground with all his strength, and died a few moments later.

Peggy comes to his corpse and spiritually confirms that he is dead.

"I can't imagine that on the verge of death, this guy can burst out with such a terrifying move."

"It's good that Peggy is besieging him with a phantom sword clone."

The girls who watched the whole process in the back sighed. Sure enough, as long as it is an extraordinary person, even if it is a low level, it must not be underestimated, otherwise it may be dragged into hell by the other party.

After a rough estimate of the other party's appearance, Peggy's body began to squirm. The first is the elevation of the body, then the expansion of the skeleton, then the filling and growth of muscles, and finally the grooming and coloring of hair.

Soon, this originally fair-skinned, pretty and cute blood girl became a Norman man in his early nines, burly, red-skinned blonde hair and beard.

"I'm Sidlifa!" Peggy said in a hoarse male voice, and then laughed maniacally.

"Die!" Sidlifa immediately became angry and kicked "him" in the ass from behind.