Act 83 Ambush (the first update, stay tuned)

In the last days of autumn and early winter, the Padarsson was already depressed, and the trees were already bare, but the forest was like a monster with teeth and claws entrenched on both sides of the avenue.

The sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, and eleven knights parted the white mist and broke into the silent early morning.

In order to maintain speed, the riders kept their mounts running at a small pace, but they did not gallop their horses - there were still about 100 miles to go from here to Luda, and they had to maintain their horsepower.

Except for the rider in the middle, who was wrapped in a long black cloth on his back, everyone else was heavily armed, and swords and a cold-lit crossbow occasionally peeked out from under the long cloak. The knights were always on high alert, looking around from time to time, the forest was cold and bleak at the beginning of winter, but there were still wolves in the woods.

The knights kept moving forward and soon came to a small river. At this time of year the river had not yet frozen, the water was sparkling and shining, and there was a deserted stone bridge on the bank—but at this time, the knight at the head suddenly raised his hand alarmingly, and the others stopped.

The knights tightened their reins to stop their horses and looked around. The knight at the head withdrew his hand, and gestured to the left and right flanks—meaning that there was an ambush—and then he turned his horse's head and drew his sword from his waist.

The knights turned their horses' heads to the left and right, and immediately formed a circle centered on the escort, and the uniform movement showed that these knights were well-trained, even the scout cavalry of the average Eruin regiment could not reach this level.

But as the knights moved, there was a tumult in the forest, and at once in the bushes on either side rose a group of noble privates in leather armor, each armed with a weapon—a battle axe, a small round shield, or a crossbow.

Apparently the ambushers were aware that they were ready to attack when they were discovered, but the knights were not slow to react, and they were even the first to strike before these ambushes. Without hesitation, the black knights untied their crossbows from their waists and fired in all directions, and several of the ambushers were shot on their backs as soon as they broke out of the bushes and onto the avenue.

The knights were so good at archery that they kept turning their horses' heads and firing arrows in all directions, and many of the ambushers were killed by an arrow in the throat, and the corpses soon formed a circle; But the Eruin cavalry had limited ammunition with their bursting crossbows, and the privates seemed to know this, and after five rounds of fire, they rushed out of the forest in unison with a shout.

But the knights were not in a hurry, they lifted their cloaks with their left hands, drew their axes from below with their right hands, and threw them forward, and a terrible scream resounded through the sky, startling many birds that were still dreaming fluttering their wings and flying up from the surrounding woods.

And this time, the ambushers who were caught off guard instantly fell to the front row of people.

"Come on, they're out of weapons"

"Don't give them a chance to wind"

But the pungent smell of blood in the cold morning air only excites these outlaws, and some of the noble privateers shout frantically - they have an absolute numerical superiority, almost ten times the other, and they will heap each other to death even if they pile up human lives.

The knights' calm action had already infuriated the men, and the ambushers frantically pounced on them in an attempt to turn the battle into a grinding-up melee.

Unfortunately, they found out that things were not as they had imagined.

The opponents were far more powerful than they could have imagined, and the knights drew their swords in unison, and the field immediately changed dramatically. With the silver glitter of the sword—the white air currents crisscrossed it—they formed an almost impenetrable web that the reckless ambushers slammed into it.

Then the flesh and blood flew sideways, and the stumps and limbs fell backwards, making the heads of the people behind them seem to be raining blood.

The numerous ambushers were completely blinded, and when they arranged this ambush in advance, they were told that the opponent was a troop of cavalry from the kingdom. But no one told them, all of the knights in this team had the strength of the silver peak.

At first, the noble privateers were able to rely on inertia to rush forward towards the knights who were as cold as death, but within a moment, the morale of these rabble was completely crumbled.

Before they could get close, their side lost nearly a third of the people. As soon as their feverish heads cooled, these noble privates realized how terrible they were, and without much warning, they scattered in a hurry—and even fled faster than they had come, at least twice as fast as they had come

The battle was soon over.

The knight at the head stopped, took a deep breath of the blood-smelling air, and raised his hand to stop his own pursuit. It's just the first ambush they've encountered along the way? The pursuit is also pointless, they can't catch any worthy targets, not to mention that their own mission is the most important.

All the knights stopped, they checked their left and near, and then leaned down and wiped their swords on the corpse to put them back in their sheaths.

No one spoke during the whole process, only the sound of the war horse touching its nose -

The knight's grey eyes swept across the battlefield, and he surveyed the corpses all over the ground - none of the noble private soldiers had any visible signs on them indicating that they were on that side, nor did they have any banners, they were more like a gang of bandits and robbers - but the robbers were not so well trained.

Then he pulled down the visor of his cloak, revealing the thin, pale face of a middle-aged man. He glanced back, and the rider they were escorting patted the long black package on his back for safety, and then the other person also looked up and pulled down the mask.

Revealing the face of a young man.

To be exact, the owner of this face, Brando, also knows him, his name is Test, Viscount Test. It's just that the viscount's appearance has changed a little at present, he has lost a lot of weight in the past month, and his complexion has become a little worse, and a pair of pupils seem to be burning with lake-green flames.

"Safety."

If Brando was here, he would have been startled by the Viscount's mouth. His voice was hoarse and dry, like someone poking a leaky hole in his throat, and the young man sniffed, as if it had taken him a great deal of strength to say it.

"Who are these people?" The middle-aged man asked, looking at the corpses on the ground.

"The men of the Grand Duke of Enleck." Tester replied in a hoarse voice.

"Him?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned: "Isn't that old guy showing favor to us?" ”

"Nobles are two-faced guys." Tester sniffed and replied, "You don't have to look at me, so don't trust me, I'll definitely stab you in the back if I have the chance." ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Interesting, but don't worry, I only believe in my people." ”

"Hmph," Test, without looking at the other, pulled up his mask and prepared to hit the road, but it was at this time that the young viscount froze-

He saw a green reflection flash in the forest, and his face suddenly turned extremely bad.

"Watch out for the back." Tester immediately put down his mask and said to the middle-aged knight.

The knight at the head immediately turned around, but a little too late, and the green light hit his chest. The middle-aged man was stunned at what kind of magic this was, but his expression was fixed forever at this moment, and Tester saw the cavalry captain turn into a stone statue in front of him.

The guy came after him

The young viscount's heart was pounding, and he knew who was coming as soon as he saw this familiar scene. That nightmarish memory still tormented him to this day, but he didn't expect the nightmare to come true again at this moment, he almost wanted to run away at that moment, but his hands and feet seemed to take root, as if he was enchanted and did not move and did not obey his command.

Then he saw the monster covered in emerald armor come out of the jungle - all the knights froze, of course they saw what happened to their captain, but such a strange attack was beyond everyone's comprehension, and they didn't react for a moment - what should be done at this time.

Do you want to guard against each other? But no one seems to dare to say that there is any better defense against such a green light, to avenge the captain, but who can find out the details of the other party.

The knights froze there for a moment.

The Emerald Knight, who could come out of the forest, apparently did not accept them, and he walked step by step, aiming at Test, who was guarded by all the knights in the center.

And in the face of this knight's approaching step by step, the young viscount with the strength of the Golden Beginner Unexpectedly found himself so frightened that he couldn't move, and even a byte from his throat seemed extremely difficult.

"You ......"

He had just squeezed out a word, and finally a knight couldn't stand it and shot at this emerald knight. But the other man just raised his hand and grabbed his long sword, and then the knight was swept out with men and horses, and crashed into a black pine not far away, and then there was no sound.

The Emerald Knight's hand obviously shocked everyone, but it also made the knights react - the knights shouted in unison, and the long swords in their hands stabbed at each other - but before the countless blades could reach their bodies, they were blocked by a layer of pale green light around the Emerald Knight's body.

Top-of-the-line magical armor.

Everyone's hearts sank, the outer layer of top-level magic armor was equipped with a powerful magic defense, and this protection could not only protect against ordinary magic attacks, but even physical attacks such as swords could be blocked.

This kind of armor was only made by the court alchemy masters in the heyday of this kingdom in the heyday of this kingdom, and it was absolutely rare in number, but it must not be easy for those who could have it.

The knights' hearts sank as they wondered who the other party was, but they didn't realize that their days were numbered. Tester couldn't even be warned, for the knights had found that their swords, even the magic ones, were becoming more and more stoney.

This discovery frightened them into distraction, and they immediately abandoned their swords with quick reaction, but it was useless, and in the end the dozen or so knights were reduced to stone statues standing still on the avenue.

When Teste saw this, he felt like he was going to collapse, but in fact when the Emerald Knight slowly walked up to him, he realized that he hadn't gone insane because of it—though he had preferred it to be, or rather rather than be dreaming.

Step by step, the Emerald Knight came under his steed, raised his head and stared at him, neither speaking nor attacking, just motionless.

……

(PS. The game started asking for support)