Aggression is like fire!

Whether it was a noble army or a group of thieves, everyone's eyes seemed to instantly light up with a crazy flame. The flames were so scorching, so dazzling, so unstoppable, that most people had to cover their hands in front of them so that they would not be stabbed in the eyes by the flames.

"Flame aura?!"

As a battle-hardened "veteran", Lord Rosser would not be like an ordinary warrior, "delicately" needed to avoid the glaring light.

In an instant, a bright yellow halo lit up on the other side of Beni Village. Immediately, Lord Rosser harnessed his horse, shrouded in a barrier-like yellow curtain of light, and roared towards the advancing flames.

"Kill!" With the initiation of Lord Rother, the Battle of Beni Village was officially launched.

The aristocratic coalition of two or three families, combined with the backbone of low-ranking warriors and many ordinary soldiers, attacked like a landslide and tsunami towards the dark area in the center of the village. At the same time, four mid-rank knights each led a small group of cavalry, breaking through from the rear. The heavy sound of horses' hooves, which shook the earth, beat like the drumbeat of death on the heart of every thief. What made the thieves even more frightened and chilled was that in addition to the noble sergeants who launched the attack, there was another group of soldiers who were still tightly surrounded on the outskirts of the village, thus completely dispelling the small plan of some people to take advantage of the chaos to break through.

Whether it was unintentional or intentional, the influx of the aristocratic coalition did not disturb the one-armed man's head-to-head duel with Lord Rother. Because the fair confrontation between warriors has always been respected and respected by the world, even if the other party is just a rebellious thief, but no one will take the liberty of interfering until the winner is decided. Otherwise, it would be a desecration not only against the knightly traditions of the kingdom, but also against Lord Rosser himself.

Ignoring the rolling currents on both sides, the one-armed man and Lord Rosser collided together like two comets with intersecting orbits, with a thrilling bravery and bravery.

In an instant, the violently burning red aura and the heavy mountain-like yellow aura intertwined, then twisted, vibrate, and devoured each other.

At this moment, the one-armed warrior was like a fire demon from hell, a red flame long sword with a terrifying temperature enough to melt gold and jade, slashing towards Lord Rosher at an extremely fast speed and without stopping, like a blazing rain, completely enveloping the opponent.

Lord Rosser, on the other hand, seemed to have turned into a towering mountain, the bright yellow curtain of light was always as steady as a mountain under the continuous burning of the fierce flames, and the silver knight's spear continued to match the horse's momentum, simply and stingily stopping the one-armed man's crazy attack one by one.

"Lord Rosser and that thief are already mid-level top-level, and such a duel is rare to see in normal times, so please pay attention to it." In the direction of the entrance to the village, Moriarty still followed the Viscount, while Hamilton continued to stand closely on his side, reminding him softly.

"Yes." Moriarty nodded.

To be honest, this was the first time that Moriarty had seen a life-and-death battle between real mid-level warriors, and although he had been mentally prepared before, he was still shocked at this moment.

If a low-level warrior has already reached the peak of ordinary people's combat skills and physique, then a middle-level warrior is a martial artist who belongs to another level entirely. Compared with ordinary soldiers and low-level warriors, the biggest feature of a mid-level martial artist is that he has his own aura aura.

According to the ancient records of the kingdom, before the Griffin family successfully established a state and achieved continental supremacy, the human race had been ruled as slaves or untouchables, ruled by elves and barbarians for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

At that time, human beings were physically weak and backward in civilization. Therefore, whether it is an elf with a high degree of magical skills, or a barbarian who is born with a strong body and amazing combat power, human beings are a truly second-class race, and they are really only worthy of being driven by slaves. …,

In those 10,000 years when it was so dark that it seemed that it would never see the light, the flesh and blood of the human race were like fat powder, smearing every corner of the mountains and rivers of the continent.

Mining mines, building cities, paving roads, and farming, the more lowly and hard the labor, the more concentrated it is on the shoulders of human beings.

Staggering, struggling, and enduring the whole horde of humanity struggling to survive.

Finally, after countless years of accumulation and precipitation, the wise men of mankind began to lead the whole human race towards a brighter future. In order to contend with the elves, the Terrans secretly learn the mysteries of magic, and eventually surpass the pace of the "teacher"; In order to defeat the barbarians, humans challenge their own limits, tap the potential of their minds and bodies, and burst out with a unique aura of human aura.

And when the Terrans truly mastered the wings of "magic" and "aura", the history of the continent was rewritten, and a new racial hegemony officially appeared on the stage of Enloth.

"Aura, in the final analysis, is the embodiment of a warrior's mind. Martial artists who don't understand this will never be able to obtain their own aura aura. Looking at Lord Rosser and the one-armed man who were fighting fiercely, Viscount Salk glanced at Moriarty and said.

"Yes, Viscount." Although Moriarty was destined to climb the path of magic, he was grateful for the Viscount's kindness.

"Lord Rother's 'Earth Guardian' is starting to crumble, and I'm afraid it won't last long." At this time, Hamilton suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Haim is old after all, and after a long time, he will naturally not be able to do it." The viscount nodded in agreement and sighed softly.

As if to confirm the words of Hamilton and Viscount Salk, Lord Rother's bright yellow aura began to shrink slowly under the one-armed man's seemingly never-ending flaming sword. And the yellow curtain of light that had always protected Rosser from the flames was getting thinner and thinner, fragile and crumbling.

Suddenly, only to hear a loud roar from the one-armed man, the originally red flames on the black long sword suddenly soared to several meters. Then, with a long-charged whirling slash, Lord Ruther's silver lance was split in an instant. Then, a tornado of fire roared and instantly annihilated Lord Rosser and his men and horses, as if a hungry fire dragon had swallowed its prey alive.

"Father!"

Between life and death, Hart can no longer care about the rules of chivalry. Rosser immediately rode his horse and rushed forward. Like his father, Hart's aura was also a guardian of the earth, but not as pure and heavy as Lord Rother's.

In the blink of an eye, Hart rushed into the blazing flames. Then only a few warhorses could be heard, and Hart rushed out of the flames with Lord Rosser in his arms, and the horses under the two of them were directly ignited, becoming two huge torches.

Looking at Lord Rosser, who had fallen in Hart's arms and seemed to have fainted, the one-armed man surprisingly did not take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill them all, but just stood motionless and watched the other two withdraw.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the development of the war is completely opposite.

Well-organized aristocratic soldiers, led by knights, constantly divided, cut off, and strangled the thieves in the village. Even in the most favorable nights of battle, the thieves were defeated by a coalition of nobles who were heavily armed, well-coordinated, and outnumbered.

There are also some thieves, relying on their agility and good combat power, to attack and kill the noble soldiers with all their might, and really cause a lot of casualties to the other party. However, as soon as such a counterattacker is discovered, other noble warriors in the vicinity will immediately swarm over and kill them in a short time. Even if it will be attacked by thieves for this reason, it will not hesitate. …,

And some thieves try to occupy the location in vain, and defend a certain house. The noble soldiers would simply set the house on fire and burn it alive.

This is the essential difference between a chaotic thief and a well-organized sergeant. Perhaps in small-scale operations, especially special operations such as sneak attacks or assassinations, thieves will have a considerable advantage; But in the event of a large-scale head-on confrontation in a group, a well-trained and organized regular army will emerge victorious.

However, thieves are not completely in a passive situation.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen aristocratic soldiers had died under a crossbow from the darkness. Without exception, all of them were killed on the spot. The only one who was wounded under the crossbow and did not die was a fifth-level knight. Far beyond the senses and reactions of the low-ranking warriors, his life was saved, but the terrifying Cone Rhombly crossbow still burrowed through the gap in the knight's armor and struck him off his horse.

"Attack!"

"Watch out for the crossbowmen!"

"Charge!"

The remaining three knights on the battlefield were also extremely vigilant under the attack of this elusive arrow crossbow. However, at the moment, I am afraid that I will not be able to find the hidden sneak attacker from the chaotic battlefield for a while. The only thing that can be done is to command his soldiers, increase the intensity of the attack, and end the battle as soon as possible.

"Who's next?" Ignoring the thieves behind him, the one-armed man raised the flame sword in his hand again and said coldly to Viscount Salk and the others.

It can be seen that the one-armed man is planning to capture the thief and capture the king, intending to break the leader of the noble coalition with the power of one person and force him to retreat. And this kind of one-person battle method is probably only possible in knightly warfare within the kingdom.

Looking at the one-armed man not far in front of him, Viscount Salk raised his chin slightly, looked at him for a moment, and then slowly turned his head sideways and said in a deep voice behind him: "Charlie, capture him." ”

"Yes, Viscount." At the sound of horses' hooves, a tall horseman slowly emerged from behind the viscount.

Unlike Lord Rosser's previous rapid sprinting attack, this unpretentious-looking rider only rode his horse smoothly and calmly, gradually picking up speed.

However, in this slow acceleration that seemed to have no pretense, a huge cavalry spear glittering with dazzling golden light grew from scratch in the hand of the riding shadow, gradually solidified and formed, until finally turned into a heart-piercing and indestructible golden dragon lance, aimed directly at the one-armed man's chest.

"It's him!?" Beside Moriarty, Hamilton, who had always been as calm as iron, suddenly let out a low voice.

Today's second update.

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