"There's... Enemy... People!"

When the feathered arrow that was fast enough to pull out the phantom was shot from the woods, Gerson, who was at the forefront of the scout, ignored the dog who felt sorry for him, and raised his voice to the highest decibel level with all his might, and let out a sharp alarm sound.

Charles found that Bourne's eyelids trembled twice, but he still gave the order calmly, "Retreat immediately, Vic, take your people and block for two minutes!"

A short cavalryman nodded at Bourne and with a wave of his hand led five horsemen in the direction of Gesen, while the rest of the cavalry began to turn their horses and retreat.

Charles had just picked up the longbow from his horse, and Bourne had reached out and grabbed the reins of the big black horse, and ran backwards without hesitation. The big black horse was roughly pulled by his head, and he continued to neigh in pain.

"Byrne, don't we need to go up and help?" Charles steadied himself, feeling a little too comfortable to start running away before he saw the enemy.

Byrne shook his head and didn't speak, just urging the mount under him to keep accelerating.

"Boom...... Boom!"

There was a sudden dull sound like thunder in the distance, and the earth began to tremble slightly, and the cold chill in Charles's mind became clearer. He couldn't help but look back and see that the trees in the depths of the forest were swaying, as if they were hiding countless ferocious beasts.

Gerson and the others had also turned their horses and followed, but the speed did not mention full speed, and they faintly hung behind Charles and the others as a rearguard.

Charles vaguely saw a faint metal reflection in the woods, and the iron-clad shield in the hand of Gesen, who was at the end of the line, was shattered with a "snap".

"Hiss......"

Charles twitched his teeth, just now Gesen must have been more than two hundred and fifty meters away from the edge of Conglin, and his iron-clad shield Charles had also seen before, very thick and strong, but now it was shattered by a blow, what kind of power level is this?

A vague sense of consciousness flashed through Charles, and he looked closely at the jungle, but could not find where the shooter was.

"The transcendent of the hunter class system? Spectre Hunter...... Or a Revenant? It can't be a mid-level hunter, right?"

Concealing the breath and perceiving danger are the innate attributes of hunters, these two talents are mutually reinforcing, one is good at ambushing and the other is good at finding traps, just now Charles was unconsciously perceiving danger, and before he knew it, he had a faint confrontation with the opponent in the jungle.

"Boom...... Rumble ......"

When the charr was about to withdraw from the plain, the "boom" sound in the opposite forest finally rushed out, first a battle flag with white and red letters came into the sight of the charr, and then hundreds of horsemen poured out of the forest in an instant, and the twenty or so special cavalry in the center were particularly eye-catching.

Their horses are all very tall, not much better than the Charr's big dark horse, Falman, whose metal armor wraps the horse's head, belly, and legs, making the gentle horse look as fierce as a beast.

The knights on the horses were covered in thick, fully enclosed plate armor, revealing no body parts except for the eyes behind the two holes in the visor, and even their hands were covered with metal plate chain gloves. Their long, sharp spears stood straight and exuded a chilling aura of death.

"Heavy Knights of the Order of Saxony...... How is this possible?" one of the horsemen beside the Charles let out a disbelieving exclamation.

"The hoplites are not scary, they can't catch up with us...... But that hunter ......"

Byrne looked back at the group of Saxon hoplites who shouldn't have been here, and his face was very solemn.

The speed of the heavy knights is indeed slower, but they can easily break up and destroy the broken Vic and Gerson and others, Byrne originally wanted them to resist the enemy for a few minutes, so that he could take Charles to get away from the enemy, but now it seems that the trouble is over, under the charge of the heavy cavalry, Vic and the others can't hold out for a minute.

Then the light cavalry that accompanied the heavy cavalry could easily bite Byrne and Charles, and the hunter who had not yet appeared with super archery skills could not have the means of field tracking, and Byrne's team was already in an extremely dangerous situation at that time.

The moment Vic and Gerson saw the hoplites, they gave up the idea of blocking head-on, and instead went around to the front of the light cavalry on both sides, urging their horses to flee for their lives while harassing them with bows and arrows, hoping to attract the attention of the other party and slow down the enemy's pursuit.

Charles and Byrne finally withdrew from the plain, and as they were about to enter the forest, Charles heard two screams in succession, and turned back just in time to see Vic and another cavalryman fall under their horses.

"Damn it!"

Byrne scolded angrily, but he didn't stop avenging his comrades, but instead slapped Charles' big black horse hard to make it run faster.

The cavalry squad rushed into the jungle, and the dense trees obscured the view, which would also counteract the terrifying impact of the heavy cavalry, which gave everyone a little more security, but the cold that Charles sensed in his mind never dissipated.

"Danger did not leave ......"

Charles frowned, thinking about whether to throw away some of the weight to lighten the weight of the big black horse Farman, otherwise it would take less than half an hour to estimate that the big black horse would die of overwork, this body was too heavy, and it was not necessarily much lighter than the heavy knight without armor.

The quaint longbow and sword have a deep impression in Charles's heart, and they can't be thrown away, and the broken iron box containing the microscope is an item that he has crossed over, and he can't throw it away, so what can he throw away?

Charles laboriously took off his heavy helmet and hesitated to throw it away, but he hesitated when he remembered the hunter's supernatural archery.

Byrne, who was next to him, noticed Charles's hesitation and asked in surprise, "What are you going to do, Lord Earl?"

"The armor is too heavy, and my horse will be tired if I run at full speed like this, so I'm going to throw it away, but I'm afraid that the hunter will shoot cold arrows at me......" It's a matter of life and death, Charles said without embarrassment.

"Lord Earl, if you were wearing this armor, the hunter wouldn't shoot you, but not if you took it off. ”

"Why?"

"Your set of Twilight Blessing Fine-forged Chain Mail is worth at least a thousand gold Louis, and the hunter on the other side won't fail to see that you are a nobleman, and they want ransom! Nobles have a habit of paying high ransoms in exchange for freedom, unlike us poor ghosts, who only have a cheap life......" Byrne pursed his lips, and Charles could feel the self-deprecation in his heart.

"Byrne, so you say, I can dodge most of the attacks by wearing an expensive armor?"

Byrne glanced at Charles and said sincerely: "Lord Earl, although your armor is very fine, but it is not luxurious and gorgeous, not everyone's eyesight can distinguish his value from a few hundred yards away like a transcendent hunter, if this armor can be more ...... You'll be safer if you're more showy, and even if you're captured, they won't just kill you......"

“.......”

Charles was speechless, and he remembered that when he was on his own expedition, someone had indeed persuaded him to wear another piece of armor that was extremely gorgeous, but Charles Chevalier at that time did not take that advice, and then ....... was stabbed to death with a single shot.