"Celio, you put this on."

Sherlock handed him the prepared clay armor.

"This thing is useful, but you have to be careful, after all, the river is too weird." He admonished.

It's not that he is so interested in it, it's not that he has a good relationship with Silio, but that the family can't do without this powerful servant for the time being.

If you really want to talk about it, Sherlock doesn't have a good impression of this guy with a tendon brain, and the other party repeatedly criticizes his private life, saying that women are not goods, that there is no chivalry in doing so, and that it is really boring.

What is a "knight"? I've never heard of it.

Dressed neatly and buckled his armor, Celio watched Sherlock run away into the distance with a puff of smoke, and slowly walked to the shore with his sword in hand.

Not far away stood two stunned souls, with an amber colloidal exterior and a faint glow.

Celeo's excellent eyesight allowed him to see clearly, and one of them had two pointed ears sticking out of his long hair, causing his pupils to shrink.

"Huh, an elf?"

The swordsman let out a meaningful sigh.

Dusty memories flood in.

……

In the Black Thorn Forest, the sound of long swords entering flesh was endless, and the sound of horses' hooves was intertwined with screams.

The firelight and the colorful sword qi complemented each other, and the enchantments that the swordsmen had unfolded squeezed and collided with each other, and the dark soil had long been stained red with blood, condensing brown blood scabs.

"Legion Commander, when will the elven reinforcements arrive? It's been two hours since the agreed time! ”

A ragged officer asked, with a badge on his left chest with the back of a raven.

"There will be no reinforcements." The legion commander looked gloomy and said, "We have been deceived."

"Damn elves!" The officer cursed, "Isn't that exactly the same as the original Jialan?"

"It's different." The legion leader grabbed his shoulder to dodge a stray arrow, and said with a wry smile: "We don't have twelve seven-ring mages who have joined forces to blow themselves up."

The officer was stunned for a moment, anger rising across his face.

"No, we have! We have more than a dozen! Twelve is not enough, one hundred and twenty, one hundred and twenty is not enough, only one thousand two hundred, I don't believe it, Lao Tzu left this life here, and he will definitely not let the imperial people take a step! ”

After saying that, he turned to the chaotic battlefield and shouted:

"All the White Crow Swordsmen, form two winged formations, hear the reply!"

"Here!"

The sound of a uniform response resounded through the forest, especially loud in the constant noise.

"We're here to stay, you know?"

"Understood!"

"I don't guarantee that each of you will survive, but you must guarantee that not a single shameless Empire will be let go, understand!?"

"Understood!"

The answer was louder than before.

The officer turned around with satisfaction, took off the badge on his chest and handed it to the corps commander.

"Born for honor."

"Die for glory."

The legion commander clenched his fists and completed the second half of the sentence.

The officer turned around with his sword raised, and with a snort, the leaves rustled with shock.

"Kill!"

"Kill—"

A tsunami-like response sounded, briefly drowning out the noise.

The Legion Commander watched in silence, the insignia in his palm about to sink into his flesh. He raised his sword in a half-circle, pulled it into its sheath, then struck his left chest with his other hand, and finally gritted his teeth and turned away.

"Leave the crow after the crow. The rest of the regiments, withdraw—"

……

The crow swordsmen with the crow insignia engraved on their chests formed a wall of flesh and blood, shattering the iron hooves of the Imperial knights.

After hours of fierce fighting, corpses strewn across the Black Thorn Forest, and finally only a figure was left struggling to stand up.

"Mission accomplished, total annihilation of the enemy, our ...... We ......" He looked around, his voice suddenly choked.

"None of us survived."

The long sword was raised, and there was another trace of blood on the black earth.

……

Amacer felt a little strange when he caught the dark green net pocket thrown by the humans on the shore.

If the person in front of him is really "an old man who comes to fish in his spare time", as Eric said, why is he so calm? Compared to the people before him who were so ecstatic that they danced with their hands, he was simply calm and terrifying.

"Erik, I'll go up first this time."

He abruptly let go of the hand that was holding Eric.

The latter did not suspect him, and after saying a word of caution, he pretended to fall into the water.

Amacer left the surface of the water little by little, and the viscous water around him quickly gathered. At the same time, the water level beneath Celeo's feet rises, and an enraged Styx realizes the arrival of the poachers.

The distance between the two narrowed little by little, and the giant wave approached at the same swift speed like closed hands.

"[Heru] Hold on!"

Cyrio let out a roar of rage, and with such force that the net woven by the aquatic plants raised an arc in the air, causing a clear ribbon to be drawn between Amath and the river at his feet.

"Ahhh

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