Four days later, at sunset, the hot wind blew, the yellow sand rolled up, and the outside of the castle was hazy.

All the members of the caravan had gathered here, standing more than ten yards away from Aglius.

"It's coming!" The thought arose in the hearts of all people.

The general walked out of the castle, followed by a group of skeletons, each armed with a sword-length contradiction.

The general stood in a triangle with Agreus and the caravan members, and the skeleton behind the general stepped out and threw stacks of weapons at the caravan members' feet.

Angela's voice came from the general's body: "Everyone, those who are willing to fight take up their weapons, those who are not willing to fight to retreat, and those who kill Agreus can obtain the power I have given them." ”

There was an uproar among the caravan members, they didn't know what kind of power Angela had given to Agreus, but power was a good thing, and no one had too much of it.

What's more, it is now obvious that as long as you kill Agreus, you will definitely gain more than just power, I am afraid there is also status.

For Agreus's single room, for Agreus's food, and Agreus's equipment, they have been coveting it a lot these days.

Yes, they weren't sure they would defeat Agthis, but they didn't say they would fight alone! If it's a group of people joining forces......

The two men looked at each other and smiled, stepped out, and picked up their shields and spears.

Another man smiled, picked up a bow and a bag of feather arrows, pinned the bag of feather arrows to his body, carefully adjusted his position, and then wound the bow and arrows again.

With the three early birds, the others also came out one after another, picking up the weapons on the ground, scimitars, throwing knives, javelins, spears, shields......

With the outbreak of herd mentality, in the end, all the caravan members picked up their weapons, and the last one simply picked up a stone and stood at the back because there were really no weapons.

The corners of Aglius' eyes twitched, his heart beat violently, and he had the urge to turn around and run in front of so many people.

However, on the periphery, the skeletons that stood in circles surrounding the place calmed him down, took a deep breath, and reached the hilt with his right hand.

There was no referee and no start.

The two sides were silent for a long time, and as the wind stopped, the front gradually became clear, and suddenly, a sharp arrow flew out of the crowd, and Agreus's heart thumped, and he turned sideways violently, and the sharp arrow brushed against him, scratching the sleeve of his shirt.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, seven or eight people with shields came up from the front step by step, more than half of them quickly outflanked them on both sides, and a small number of people raised javelins, throwing knives, bows and arrows......

Aglius' heart was pounding, this scene was so familiar, it was one of the best tactics of their caravan, but the camel cavalry, which was the sharpest spear, was gone.

You can't stand still, and you can't stupidly rush up from the front.

Once entangled by that group of sluggish guys, then they will be surrounded from both sides, with weapons in front and back, left and right, and long-range weapons sneak attack, and the ghost can stop it.

Agreus moved, his blood burning instantly, his muscles tensed, and then exploded.

In a cloud of dust, he began to move at a rapid pace.

It wasn't until the moment of real despair that Aglius realized that he could be so fast.

His legs stomped desperately on the ground, leaving an afterimage in the eyes of people like a speeding wheel, his body tilted, almost parallel to the ground, at this moment as fast as an arrow, like a silver snake speeding in the desert, easily avoiding the weapons flying from a distance, reaching the front of the left wing of the caravan members, and the two sides intersected.

One moment, Agreus drew his scimitar, and the next, a blinding white light shone brightly.

Before a member of the caravan who was also armed with a scimitar could let out a scream, the palm of his knife had already flown out, and at the same time, a huge crack opened in his chest.

Agreus staggered past him, and this was the way for blood to gush out like a fountain.

Ding!

With two soft thuds, a spear and a scimitar were slapped away, and Aglius crashed into the crowd.

Although he learned swordsmanship when he was with the general, he was able to bypass the class, and Agreus's attainments in swordsmanship were also improving rapidly.

His sword moved with the wind, as fierce as a sword, cutting through elegant arcs, his movements were like a cat, light, without a trace of fireworks.

Snort!

Three soft sounds, which seemed to be the sound of the wind.

With three screams, the three people staggered back with their arms, thighs, and chests covered.

A spear shot out like a viper, and Aglius separated the spear, and the scimitar slid down the shaft.

"Ahh

There was another short scream, a few fingers flew up, and the spear fell to the ground.

In a matter of seconds, four people were injured and one died.

However, the red-eyed caravan members were not deterred, they shouted loudly, their swords raised in unison, and they marched forward like a mountain, shining brightly in the slanting sun.

Achilles kicked the leg of the man whose four fingers had been cut off, and the man's body spun and was about to fall to the ground, but he was caught by Achilles on the back, and the two sides were back to back, and Achilles spun in steps, controlling the direction the man was facing, and then, an even more terrible scream sounded, and five or six or eight thousand people entered his body, and he became the best shield for Achilles.

"I'm sorry, Orlandak."

Agrus remembered that Orlandak had saved his life in battle, and of course, he had just been freed from the siege.

The two sides have fought side by side.

But at this moment, they have to carry knives to see each other's blood.

Aglius's heart fluctuated slightly, but the shouts and killings around him quickly made him sober up, to move, to move quickly, to stay in place, just looking for death.

With a spun of his way, Agreus slipped out from beneath Orlandak's body.

He seemed to shrink into a ball at this moment, rolling rapidly on the ground, and the sword light flickered, bringing up a blood mist.

Screams rang out one after another, and one after another the besieging men of Achilles clutched their shins and fell to the ground.

In the rear, a group of caravan members with long-range weapons were extremely anxious, they were on tiptoe, but they could not detect the voice of Agreus, they could only hear the screams, but they could not distinguish which were their own and which were Agreus's.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

A group of caravan members with shields shouted and cursed, squeezing away the people in front of them.

Achilles snorted, flipped the scimitar in his hand, and with a scream, one arm fell to the ground.

He moved as fast as he could, completely ignoring the three bloody wounds on his body.

Can't stop, can't stop!

He told himself over and over again that once he stopped, he would face attacks behind him, and the attacks on the left and right would be dense, and that there would be more than just three wounds, and he would be stabbed into a sieve.

Clang!

The scimitar slashed at the shield, which, though wooden, had been soaked in oil and potions to make it extremely tough, and had been covered with a layer of iron.

And the scimitar, although sharp and very easy to use, cut flesh and grass, but once it encounters shield armor, it is far inferior to a long sword.

With a single blow, the sparks burst out.

The scimitar cut through the iron sheet and saw through the plank, but it didn't hurt the people behind it, but left a deep transparent hole in the shield.

Aglius's heart trembled, and he raised his head suddenly, several spears, several scimitars, and more than a dozen weapons flashed with cold light above his head.