The fog began to lift.

When Bismal could see that he had been awakened by the sound of footsteps and suddenly opened his eyes, which were still a little confused, he knew that things were going in the worst direction. But now that you're here, there's no reason to back down.

"Die!"

The heavy sword sank heavily into the Norman warrior's chest, taking away his life. But Bismarc obviously underestimated the strength of the Norman warrior, and knowing that he was going to die, he waved the battle axe in his hand, temporarily forced Bismarck back, and then roared into the sky: "Enemy attack! ”

At such a close distance, and such a loud sound, even with the help of a thick fog, the sound could not be muffled. Roland raised his helmet, picked up his tomahawk, and rushed towards the crowd of enemies who were not yet fully conscious. Seeing this, Luziano and the others also followed, and a scuffle broke out in an instant.

Before their opponents could wake up, Desmond's warriors quickly gained several victories, and with panic and anger their heads cut off with iron weapons, they went straight into the underworld with a deep sense of unwillingness. The scene looked great for a while, but that was all.

The man with the horned helmet shouted loudly, and the sleeping Normans woke up. Under the command of the chief, several strong and powerful warriors blocked Bismarcko, and Ruziano was surrounded by a dozen people.

"It's you, Bazlan."

"Heh, isn't this our Guardian of Desmond, Knight Bismarck?"

It seems that Bismal was still familiar with one of the soldiers who besieged him. But their conversation was not at all very friendly.

"You swore you would never set foot on Desmond again." Bismal slumped and dodged a full blow from one of them, and he deftly adjusted his pace to turn to the man's side, and when he was about to kill him, the warrior next to him swung his weapon and slashed at him. Bismal was helpless, it was not what he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries with such an opponent, he sighed in his heart, gave up this perfect opportunity, and retreated.

"Ah, is it? But I swear to your Lord, and how can your Lord listen to me, a heretic? Even if you hear it, you can turn around and forget about it. After you go up, you can just remind him, hahahaha" Bazlan laughed wildly, but his hand did not stop, constantly increasing the pressure on Bismal in the battle circle.

Bazlan was originally a well-known warrior in Norman, but ten years ago, when he was customarily leading people to Desmond to raid, he happened to run into Bismarck, who had returned to his hometown. Young and vigorous, he was defeated after a few moves under Bismalco. The gap, the absolute gap, the perfect swordsmanship, and the unwavering will to be besieged by dozens of people, left an extremely deep impression on him. When Bismalco walked up to him with his heavy sword in his hand, he subconsciously chose to surrender - the most shameful way for a warrior.

Eventually, Bazlan was spared and returned to Norman alone. And this battle also knocked out all the sharpness of this warrior, and he silently honed his skills in the clan. In this way, ten years have passed.

Until today.

"Hahaha, Bismalko, you also have today!" Bazlan cut off a corner of Bismarck's coat, for the joy of being so close to success made his already ugly face even more distorted.

"Aren't you very strong, let me see your swordsmanship! Like it was ten years ago! Bazlan exclaimed, he had never underestimated Bismarck, who had been so powerful ten years ago. What's more, it's ten years later. But unlike ten years ago, he had the most elite warriors in his clan by his side, and Bismarck was not alone, he had many of his teammates waiting for his help. Bazlan looked at Bismarck's slightly anxious face and smiled even more proudly.

"As you wish." Bismal's face sank like water, and although he was angry in the face of Bazlan's provocation, if this alone was not enough to make him lose his coherence: "I could defeat you ten years ago, and I can do it ten years later, even if you bring so much waste here." ”

"Really? Then try it, don't die of this waste in your mouth. Bazlan smirked, he knew that if he really wanted to fight hard with Bismarck's strength, no one could estimate what the consequences would be. The treacherous and cunning Normans were naturally unwilling to risk their lives. However, when he saw the soldiers behind Bismal who were fighting hard, his eyes rolled a few times, and he had already come up with a good idea.

He made a few quick gestures with his right hand, and when he saw the code words used for hunting, the warriors besieging Bismarcko immediately understood. changed the method of blindly chasing and fighting, but surrounded but did not attack, and when Bismal could attack one of them, he immediately rushed up, not giving him a chance to break through.

"Damn!" Bismal looked at the few battle axes in front of him that flashed with a chill, and reluctantly chose to retreat. That's the difference between the team and the individual, and if Bismal were to face any fighter in front of him alone, he would be sure to defeat them in a matter of moves. But when the other party formed a battle formation and surrounded him, he couldn't do anything about the other party. The other party advances and retreats in an orderly manner, and cooperates tacitly. Anyone who attacks them will be frantically blocked by the others. The other party adopted the method of besieging but not attacking, ignoring the flaws he deliberately exposed. And Bismal can be surrounded in the battle circle, but he can't ignore the malice from the other party, and his spirit is highly nervous, and he doesn't dare to be distracted at all. Fighting in such an environment will lead you to a place of no return.

Of course, Bismal was not unable to forcibly kill them, but in such an unfavorable situation, Bismal had already prepared for the worst in his heart, even if he was here today, he had to take Sinloth out. As long as Sinloth is still around, as long as he is still the lord of Desmond, there will be knights willing to join his disciples, and there will be a day when they will avenge their hatred.

Wait, what about the Sinloths?

If you follow the initial queue, it should be Roland, who has a lot of experience, to stand in the first place, followed by Sinloth, who has to stand in the second place, and the third is Bismarck, who is strong in martial arts. But the fog just now was so thick that he could only vaguely see the figure in front of him, and he couldn't see the specific face

Before the battle began, it was Roland who stood in front of him!

Bismal was so frightened by this result that he was covered in a cold sweat, and Gujing Bubo's mood was instantly broken, and his mellow and flawless movements inevitably showed flaws. Fortunately, the Norman warriors who surrounded him received orders from Bazlan, but they regarded him as an extremely dangerous beast, and were willing to surround him rather than attack and slowly consume his body, rather than take risks, so as not to cause a catastrophe in the end.

Damn, Sinloth is gone

Bismal can be anxious, anyone can have an accident, but Sinloth can't! In a panic, he unknowingly burst out with 120% of his strength, forcing the Normans who surrounded him to retreat one by one. It wasn't until the other party began to ignite his anger that he reluctantly forced Bismalco back into the battle circle.

"Without using anger, you can actually do this" Bazlan looked at the battle situation dumbfounded, the long sword in Bismalco's hand, who no longer kept his hand, collided with the battle axe in the hand of the Norman warrior who was burning with gray anger, and the Norman warrior's mouth suddenly broke, and the battle axe in his hand flew out with a whirl.

"Is this still human? With the strength of his body alone, he can completely suppress the warrior who ignited his anger, Bismal, this guy, is it really human" Bazlan's soft murmur inevitably brought a little trepidation, how similar the scene was to the past. With full confidence, he and his subordinates besieged the man in front of him. And the man in front of him is not even willing to use his anger!

"Are you looking down on me, bastard!" Bazlan thought, and the anger in his body involuntarily erupted. Even the anger of the gray is affected by the anger of the master who has been suppressed for ten years, and there is a faint tendency to turn from black to gray.

"Ignite your anger, are you looking down on me! Bismalco! Bazlan shouted, rejoining the battle circle, taking the place of the Norman warrior who had been knocked out of the way, closing the gaping gap in the battle formation.

Ding Ding Ding Ding

Like rain hitting plantains, the shadow of the sword like a storm kept falling on the tomahawk. Even as Bazlan tried his best to block, even the other warriors continued to attack to stop Bismarck's offensive. However, Bazlan was still unable to resist Bismarck's offensive and kept retreating.

"Fuck off! Bazran! Bismal roared, his usual calm and solemn appearance, and for the first time he showed his furious side in front of people. The two-handed heavy sword was held in his hand with one hand, and he slashed wildly towards the stubborn Bazlan in front of him.

"Where's your anger!" Seeing Bismalk's incomparably swift swordsmanship, Bazlan did not choose to back down, he brandished his battle axe to meet him. It wasn't until he fought him again a decade later that Bazlan realized how big the gap between the two was. He abandoned other trivial matters in the clan, practiced martial arts with all his heart, and even deliberately challenged those warriors who had been famous for many years in order to break through. It took several near-deaths to survive his status in the clan. When he finally had the confidence to stand in front of Bismalko, he realized how strict the mistake he had made.

This guy in front of him can't be considered a human at all.

Bazlan now understands that the unlucky guy who even had his weapon knocked off just now was not because of his carelessness. It's because the gap between them is so big!

With just one blow, the weapon in his hand was knocked away.

"Hahahaha, Bismalko, you'll have it today!" Bazlan was genuinely proud, and although he didn't understand why Bismar suddenly lost his composure, it was undoubtedly a great thing for him. Even if the opponent's sword smashed on his axe, it had already made his hands unconscious.

"Damn it!" Bismal bit his lower lip to death, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, Bazlan refused to take a step back despite the danger of being killed at any time.

The mist still dissipated, leaving only a few wisps of snow white still wrapped around the dense forest, announcing their traces of zài. So, as the fog cleared, the entire battlefield was exposed to Bismal's sharp eyes under the dark night.

Roland and all the rest of the men formed a battle formation to face the tide of Norman attacks, but those soldiers were untrained and could not withstand the fierce Normans. If it weren't for Roland's repeated sacrifices to save him, he would have been broken through by the Normans, but it was actually a matter of time. Roland's strength alone could not resist those brave pirates. The line of defense is precarious and could be breached at any time.

Ruziano was in a slightly better situation, and as a well-trained knight, his martial arts skills might not be as good as Bismar's, but it was enough to protect himself. But in the face of the siege of dozens of people, the anger in his body is constantly weakening, and he doesn't know how long he can protect him.

There is no Sinloth.

Bismal was even more panicked in his heart, and his sharp eyes kept roaming the battlefield, looking for the figure of the lord. Bazlan, who was facing him, seemed to notice the situation as well, and he laughed and said, "What, are you looking for someone?" Let me guess, who are you? Is it a son? Oh, it's so pitiful, I can't find it, it can't be dead, right? ”、

The vicious words of his opponent could not shake Bismarck's mind, and he dealt with Bazlan while still trying to find the missing lord.

However, when he swept to the corner of the battlefield and saw the lord who was rolling in a ball with a Norman, and did not know whether he would live or die. The loyal knight's pupils shrank sharply to the size of a pinpoint, and his movements stopped abruptly. The lord was covered in blood, with a sharp dagger stuck in his chest, and fell to the ground with his back to the sky, his chest having stopped heaving.

Bazlan took the opportunity to slash down with an axe, but was unfortunately dodged by Bismalco. Bazlan didn't feel much pity, after all, the gap between the two people's martial arts was too big. However, seeing his reaction, Bazlan also became angry, and the pirate followed his gaze and also saw the figure that fell to the ground: "Oh? Is this the person you've been looking for? It doesn't look like it's going to work anymore, hahahahahaha."

Bismal was silent and bowed his head.

"Oh oh oh oh, are you finally going to give up? Is this a surrender? Bismalk, to be honest, you've really disappointed me, if it's just this kind of Cheng dù."

Bazlan taunted the knight loudly, but his eyes grew more solemn. As an enemy, he knew his opponent best, and Bismal was definitely not a man to give up easily.

"You damn bastards" Bismal looked up sharply, his brown pupils had turned pure white at some point, and with his words, pure white gas burned on his body.

"You guys, all of you will send me to hell!"

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