"Crazy... Lose your marbles... They're trampling on the rules!"

When the rumbling sound came, the faces of several lords immediately changed - and Earl Owen, whose camp was stormed, turned around and left without saying a word, and when he got on his horse, he did not forget to turn around and say coldly: "Are you going to watch him break the rules?"

The meaning of this sentence could not be clearer: the aristocratic community never wanted to see this kind of brute and brutal stunned young man appear... So no matter what interests these lords had before, Sodrol at this time was an enemy standing on their opposite side!

The battle situation in the distance could not be judged at this time, and although Earl Owen was anxious, he could only rush towards the camp under the protection of the knights around him - he could probably confirm that the crazy scene in front of him was done by the Lord of Sodrol, but the other party only wanted to fight against him with only sixty men... No matter how you think about it, this is an act of "looking for death" beyond your strength.

With this in mind, he gave the order to the soldiers around him to speed up, and he held the long sword that had not been unsheathed for many years, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The opportunity for revenge has finally arrived..."

By the same time, Earl Owen's camp was in complete chaos.

When the cavalry regiment in the distance rushed over, there was not even anyone at the front of the camp who dared to resist head-on - the knights did not even have time to ride their horses, the horses and trenches were not prepared, and the camp was even more empty because of the escort of Nata and the others, and the total number of people at this time was less than two hundred, not even a single knight armed!

There was no suspense in such a battle - when Sodrol and the others rushed into the camp, the whole front was like a cloth torn by scissors!

The team drove straight into the procession without any resistance at all.

"Stop them!"

"Get on the horse, get on the horse!"

"Get together!"

Earl Owen's subordinate knights hurriedly shouted, and several knights who hurriedly mounted their horses wanted to resist, but after running a few steps without tacit understanding, they were greeted by a whole half-moon formation...

Pure crushing, these knights who were not equipped with armor were directly poked into a sieve.

After Sodrol and the others rushed into the camp, they began to scatter and charge without any scruples - although the range of the attack increased a lot, but after losing the formation, their momentum seemed to drop a lot, and soon the knights who stood in position chased after them, and a frontal battle broke out again.

However, the knights then discovered... They have no room for resistance at all, and are completely in a state of "suppression".

The reason for this couldn't be simpler: after the "Blessing of Strength", drinking the "Stone Skin Elixir", and having the powerful "Holy Priest" of Akasha behind him, the morale of all the scouts is completely at the peak at this time!

The enemy's resistance and attacks have no effect at all, and the "stone skin potion" is equivalent to allowing them to carry a shield out of thin air - even if they are slashed in the arm by the sword, the damage they take is only a shallow wound...

And the "Holy Shield" that flashes on his body from time to time is close to the existence of "little invincible" on the chaotic battlefield, with such a strong logistical support, coupled with two bottles of "Intermediate Healing Potion" in his pocket - this all-round BUFF combat method makes them have no reason to retreat at all!

If you can't win the battle like this, jump off the horse and fall to your death as soon as possible!

At this moment, only the forty scouts led by Sodrore, Ruger, and Carter were actually involved in the battle, and the twenty Templars were all sitting on horseback and following Roddy, each holding another horse in their hands, holding back as a reserve.

The dynamics of the entire battlefield were fully grasped by Roddy under the monitoring of "environmental acumen", his eyes were cold, and he held a short bow in his hand, but he had no intention of shooting arrows, just sat quietly on horseback, like an emotionless war machine.

In two minutes, the charge of Sodlore and others had already broken the morale of three times the number of enemies in the camp, and the soldiers who had originally wanted to resist could not bear this pressure and began to flee in a large area.

And the whereabouts of Nata and the others were quickly interrogated from the prisoners of war, Roddy just nodded after receiving the news, and then expressionlessly towards a sound arrow - when the sharp whistle sounded, the forty scouts almost immediately turned their horses' heads and began to gather, and ten seconds later, with Roddy's silent tactical gestures, the entire team immediately threw off the devastated camp and charged straight towards the town of Kiger!

The iron discipline brought the entire team an unimaginable and terrible efficiency, and when the second charge began, Roddy's figure with a short bow was straight to the front...

"This is just the first step... It's not that good to end with. ”

The muffled muttering was drowned out by the rumbling of horses' hooves, and Roddy turned his head slightly, and looked at Earl Owen in the distance with a gloomy gaze, and then disappeared into the dust raised by the team as they galloped...

Two minutes after the whole party had left, Earl Owen, who had arrived from the north side of the town, had just arrived at his "camp", which was no longer a camp but should have been called "ruins".

Owen was accompanied by two barons and a guard of more than a hundred people, before coming here, he expected to see the scene of Sodrol and others trapped in the camp, but the scene in front of them made them not even know what to scold for a moment...

The collapsed tents, the messy ground, and the scattered soldiers rushed in just over six minutes before and after the enemy smashed their camp to pieces and drove away - if it weren't for the knights and servants on the ground who were slashed by swords and groaned, Earl Owen would have even thought that this was the result of being attacked by a "tornado"!

"Set... Gather them all, and I'm going to break them to pieces!"

Earl Owen, who was never jealous of joy and anger, was completely enraged at this time, and even his words stammered a little. He clutched the hilt of his sword, his body trembling slightly, and his knuckles turned pale - it was the first time in many years that someone had challenged his authority to his face!

Or that this is no longer a "provocation", it is completely a loud slap directly to him, and at the end it spits in his face!

"Catch up! Shoot and kill! I don't want any prisoners of war!"

The roar resounded through the camp full of chaos, and the two barons next to him rushed in the direction of Roddy and the others with their subordinate knights and troops without saying a word, and the other lords in the distance also began to move - at this moment, more than 1,200 soldiers outside Kig Town pressed towards the town!

It takes at least twenty minutes for the knights to assemble their armor, so all the people who rush forward at this time are infantry, and although they are at a disadvantage in the face of the cavalry, the twenty times the number of suppression can already ignore this problem.

Although he was shocked by the previous combat effectiveness of Roddy and the others, Earl Owen was still convinced at this time that these seemingly brave guys were just making the last charge in their lives...

"Just sixty people, dare to be so arrogant..."

Earl Owen no longer concealed his hideous expression, and gave a loud order to his advanced knights - "Before evening, I want to see all of their heads in Kieg Town!"

"Yes, master!"

In the neat response, there was a faint sound of the collapse of the house in Kiger Town in the distance...

When Earl Owen's camp was attacked, the captive escort on the edge of Kieg was oblivious to everything that was happening in the distance.

At this time, the team had just left the town, and after leaving the densely populated streets, there were many more trees around them than before—and the terrain made the village chief Brudy, who had never spoken, raise his eyes slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

"Nata, do you remember the way you came?"

The sudden elven language made the guards guarding Brudy frown, and they naturally couldn't understand who the words were addressed to, because Brudy was always looking ahead.

Ten meters away, Nata was struggling with the heavy shackles, and when she heard this, she suddenly remembered the details of Brudy's failure to cast spells throughout the fight...

"After I cast the spell, you run the way you came to the forest and don't look back. ”

Brudy's words were low, and he looked to the left and right - several soldiers said things like "old thing, shut up", reached out and shoved, Brudy was pushed and staggered, and then fell to the ground because his hands were tied together...

However, Brudy didn't seem to care about such treatment, and when he reached out to touch the ground, he quietly pulled out a few grass stalks that had not yet completely withered.

As an elder who has been through several wars, Brudy's big-picture vision is naturally far stronger than Nata's. He hadn't cast a spell when he was besieged because he knew his situation very well - ten times as many enemies, and even if he cast a spell, it would be useless.

So Brudy directly chose to hold back, he knew that Roddy would definitely not be able to rush here at this time, so he was ready to escape here with Nata from the beginning.

And all the way to now, all the preparations have been completed, and the embarrassing wrestling at this time is the opportunity for the plan to begin!

"Old bones, stand up for Lao Tzu!"

Seeing Brudy fall, the soldier next to him reached out and tried to pull him up rudely, but when he stretched out his hand, a turquoise light flashed in his vision...

"What is this—the?"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud noise from the front of the line drowned out his shouts...

Brudy ignored the noise around him, and the grass stalk he picked up suddenly changed to the size of a dagger in his hand - the rope that bound his hands was cut directly, and then the wood elf slowly opened his arms in all directions...