When Karma renounced her long-held beliefs, she not only became a warrior, but also showed all the qualities of a good leader: bravery, determination, and wisdom. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Under her call and guidance, the rebel armies spontaneously formed by the people of several southern provinces grew stronger and stronger. After several confrontations with the Imperial Army, the Resistance Army has multiplied in numbers and combat effectiveness.

The Ionian revolt was at first like a spark, and the Imperial army suppressed it like a gust of wind, which, though strong, did not extinguish the fire completely. So the repression had the opposite effect, and the flames of resistance began to burn the prairie fire.

Darius finally realized the seriousness of the problem and ordered the troops to retreat to the province of Neville as soon as possible so that the situation would not continue to deteriorate.

On the 25th, a cavalry brigade withdrew from Sasa province through the mountains north of Nawel.

They stop at a place called Sword Forge Village in the hope of getting supplies, only to find that it has long been deserted.

The Imperial Army had always pursued a strategy of warfare, and the cavalry advanced into Sasa Province to plunder supplies and wealth, so there were no supply teams to follow them.

The cold weather and the lack of food in the wind and snow have depressed morale. A few wounded horses were randomly slaughtered for food, and a small team was sent into the mountains to hunt.

In the evening, the horse meat is roasted over the fire. The soldiers, who were desperately swallowing their saliva with hungry stomachs, suddenly smelled a bloody smell wafting from the wind.

Looking around, the horse's blood was already frozen in the cold wind. But the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and finally someone discovered that the smell was wafting from the mountains and forests.

Could it be that the hunting team has made a big harvest in this ice and snow?

Their euphoria lasted only half a minute, and a few soldiers rushed out of the dim woods, covered in blood and running for their lives.

They looked extremely panicked, and shouted in terror as they ran: "Demon, there is a demon inside, help, save us." ”

Behind them was a lone figure, a man with a sword in his hand, sprinting forward like the wind.

He wore a strange blindfold on his head, but he still seemed to feel a pair of cold, bloodthirsty eyes underneath him.

The man quickly approached a few meters behind the soldier and suddenly disappeared from view.

A strong wind blew by, yes, just one wind. Then, the soldiers in front of them were suddenly stunned, and their upper bodies were still running wildly under their feet but they lost their movements.

Puff ......

The soldiers were like puppets whose strings had been torn off, and one by one they fell into the snow and never got up again.

The wind swept through their bodies, and the figure reappeared. Still carrying his sword, still sprinting forward, as if nothing had happened.

This scene was so weird that it terrified everyone.

But a cavalry brigade of two hundred people, and the remaining more than a hundred elite soldiers of the empire did not have any reason to be afraid of this one person in any way.

They quickly formed a formation and were ready for battle.

The flames behind him were still crackling, and everyone's hearts were pounding. No one knew why they couldn't help but be scared and panicked in the face of such a person.

Maybe this guy is too weird.

Yes, this man is indeed weird. He wore an eyepatch and held a weapon that was as slender as a sword and had a curved blade like a long knife. What's even more strange is that he alone actually launched a charge towards a cavalry brigade.

"Although the enemy is numerous, he will be killed with one blow!"

The man let out a furious cry, and once again disappeared in place, turning into a blast of wind.

"One Blow!"

The man appeared, talking like a madman, ridiculous and ridiculous.

But no one could laugh, and when his words fell, the four Imperial soldiers in front of him were slowly falling to the ground.

Four people, one trick tragic death. Compared to the crazy words of this madman, it is almost negligible, but it is four living human lives, four imperial warriors who have experienced battlefield battles.

This is a terrible lunatic!

Thinking so, the soldiers swarmed around and killed, hoping to get rid of the madman as soon as possible.

"Your technology sucks!"

The madman let out a taunt and flew like a fly under the siege of the crowd. His speed was terrifying, not a single knife could touch the corner of his clothes, but even more terrifying was the sword in his hand.

The sword was faster, so fast that the eye couldn't catch its trajectory. There was only the scream of sword qi tearing through the wind and snow in his ears, and only the ghostly light of the sword blade flickering in his eyes.

Every sound, every glow, an Imperial soldier falls.

No one has ever seen such a fast sword, and no one can imagine that such a powerful sword technique would exist in the world. It's more like magic—the devil's way of harvesting human lives.

A few minutes later, the cavalry brigade had more than half of the 150 men killed or wounded, excluding the one that had entered the forest earlier.

No, in fact, there were no injured at all. At this moment, the soldiers who fell to the ground and were still panting for breath were all injured, their lives had long been stripped by the demons, and the rest of their time was only to taste the fear of death.

"Master's hand!"

The madman made a simple assessment of his killing spree, continued to carry his sword, and continued on his way.

"Quick, get on the horse. In pairs, everyone takes turns sprinting and killing this demon for me. The cavalry captain immediately delivered the order.

The soldiers mounted their horses and roamed around, giving full play to the cavalry's combat power. The only result, however, was that the rate of their casualties began to slow down.

The madman could no longer kill several people in a single blow, but the cavalry charge still couldn't catch him. The attack of two people appeared to be completely deadly.

"Array, ring guerrilla."

The order changed again, and the cavalry lined up around the madman, keeping a distance and only thrusting with spears.

The madman suddenly galloped, and one of his legs was faster than that of a healthy horse.

A dark shadow rushed into the encirclement, tearing open a gap and trailing the cavalry.

The sword light flickered, and people kept falling off their horses. The gap was torn wider and wider, and the cavalry's guerrilla formation instantly turned into an escape contest.

"Disperse, regroup......" The cavalry captain gave half the order, but he didn't know what else to use to fight next.

Fight? No, it's a massacre at all.

Finally, when the remaining fifty cavalrymen were ready to flee for their lives, the madman seemed to be tired of killing.

He stopped, stood there and made strange noises. The mouth gurgles, like chanting scriptures.

A green glow enveloped him, and it looked terrifying in the darkness.

Is he summoning demons? Does this devil still have helpers?

The soldiers did not dare to imagine it and launched a final attack at the signal of the chief.

The horses galloped, and fifty spears pierced from all sides.

Ten meters, the madman didn't move.

Five meters, he hasn't moved yet.

Succeeded, this demon is going to die!