The river was constantly rushing past her sides and overhead, accompanied by some dust and grass stalk debris in the water, which occasionally stuck to Lan Li's body and kept "floating".

The world in his ears was silent, only the sound of his heartbeat like a drum was popping, and the cold feeling around him kept coming, gradually making him cold but also bringing a supply of vitality in the water.

At this time, Lan Li squatted in the middle of the river and waited silently, the depth of more than half a person made him look up quite hazy, and at the same time, the group of trout around him and above his head also blocked his vision.

But that doesn't completely affect his purpose.

In the haze, you can feel a special force around her, and there seems to be a distorted layer of light on your body that slowly flickers with the river, faintly giving Lan Li a feeling of being one with the river.

But in reality, he did not merge into the river, but became a fish. After entering the water, when the finger touches a fish that has come to it, it becomes its own kind -

A trout.

At this time, Lan Li looked down and couldn't see anything, but from the outsiders, or the two noble knights who had taken off their upper armor and stepped into the water, they didn't see any figures, only fish that were still or slowly wandering.

"Maybe it's a special fish?"

"I've never heard of any fish that attracts other fish."

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

They talked to each other, slowly drew their long swords, and cautiously approached the fish, preparing to make a surprise attack "while they were unprepared", but before they could actually move, a yellow-spotted trout that looked slightly fat suddenly rushed towards them from the depths of the water below the fish, and the other trout quickly followed

This situation made the two of them stunned, but then, the young knight with long blond hair felt a huge pulling force suddenly born from under his feet, and he was caught off guard, and he screamed in panic and collapsed directly into the water.

Faced with a great change, the rapid river around him filled his heart with panic, but then it was as if he had been hit by a fist at his temple, and the strength that made him panic and struggle dissipated immediately.

The young knight's brown-haired companion was caught off guard, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary, and thought that his companion had just slipped and fallen into the water, so he hurriedly bent down and grabbed his arm and tugged at him, while shouting for the two squires on the shore to come up and help.

However, before his shouting could fall, a sharp pain from his lower body suddenly made his eyes widen, and he opened his mouth and bent over, with a painful expression on his face, but then it was replaced by a wave of astonishment.

He could clearly see that the chubby yellow-spotted trout in the river below him suddenly jumped out of the depths of the river, and then swelled and transformed into a blonde man after breaking through the water!

"You-"

He screamed in horror at the face that was close at hand, but the huge fist that came from the face made his eyes black, and then his whole brain began to buzz.

Then another punch struck, sending him staggering, and finally falling into the river, popping wildly.

The brain was hit hard, and the choking feeling after falling into the water was also very uncomfortable, but the combination of two and two did not make him pass out immediately, but he also had a rather hazy perception of everything around him.

In a daze, he heard the squire's angry scream, but it didn't take long for the sound to fade away.

Then he felt like he was being dragged ashore, and then he seemed to be tied up with something.

He wanted to struggle, to get away from the monster that came out of the water, but he didn't have the slightest strength in his body, and the slight movement reminded the other party, so the brown-haired knight was kicked in the back of the head again, and the complete darkness engulfed him.

The whole time was only about two or three minutes, and Lan Li, who was wet on the bank of the river, crossed his waist and looked down at the two unconscious knights who were trapped by himself with their respective clothes, looking happy.

The mutant Valyrian bloodline made him feel very relaxed when he was in the water, and that special camouflage ability made this lurking seamless.

Lan Li had tested this ability in the water before on the way, but this was the first time he had actually used it, and the effect seemed to be really good.

Thinking about it, he raised his hand and stroked the river water that kept dripping from his golden hair, and then looked at the hazy battlefield in the distance, and his joy converged.

After discovering that the enemy was menacing and much stronger in quantity and quality than his own, he did not hesitate to choose to avoid the edge temporarily.

Originally, Lan Li thought that the leader of the enemy would hide behind the enemy's army, and even thought that if he had no chance, he would simply escape, but after carefully watching under the stone bridge for a while, he found the situation in the upper reaches of the riverbank, so he ran here decisively.

Everything was going well, and he didn't have much trouble capturing the two knights who seemed to be the leader, but the battlefield was changing rapidly, no different from a meat grinder, and it was unknown how many of those former companions would be left now.

"Let's hope those two squires can run faster." He sighed.

……

The screams of pain from behind him were palpable, and the sharp pain in his forehead made Huck unconscious, and the constant onslaught of enemies in front of him drew him even more to what little energy he had left.

The companions beside him kept falling one by one, Op the long face, Grohl, Jerry the Cripple, and even Sir Lelin who led the team.

There was very little left to stand, but the enemy did not have the fierce desire to impact before, but became hesitant, as if frightened by the large number of casualties.

However, this did not affect their attack, and at both ends of the stone bridge, there were still a continuous stream of enemies running fiercely towards the group of people gathered in the center of the bridge, past the corpses of men or horses.

Huck gritted his teeth and swung the spear in his hand, and a leather-armored enemy screamed and was stabbed through the neck, but then another enemy came up behind him, and although the swinging flail could not reach Huck with a spear, he also wrapped his spear tightly.

Unable to struggle, Huck had little strength to watch a long axe strike from the other direction.

Are you going to die?

The thought crossed his mind, and he felt a sense of relief, but then he realized that he hadn't died, because a brown-haired young companion had blocked the attack for him, which made him sigh in a daze.

The young man, who was trembling with fear at the beginning of the battlefield, was now crying and slashing at the enemy with a long sword that he had picked up from nowhere, and the blade of a long axe on his left shoulder had already slashed deeply into it, and the enemy gritted his teeth and tried to pull it out, but for a moment he could only bring a stream of blood splashes, as if the axe had been firmly stuck in the young man's shoulder.

The blood splashed beside him irritated the exhausted Huck, so he roared angrily, pulled the flail around the weapon in his hand, and then used the spear in his hand as a stick, swinging it violently, knocking the enemy to the ground with a single touch.

He then stooped like a mad bull and slammed into the other enemy who was stuck with the axe.

Clear sunlight shrouded the stone bridge here, and the fog rising from the river on both sides shrouded the battlefield in a hazy haze, but it could not hide the fierce fighting that came from it.

Cheering up a little, Huck fought bravely to kill the enemy, but the defenses on the other side of the stone bridge behind had long since fallen, and now the enemies had rushed into the people they were protecting, roaring like hungry wolves mixed into the flock.

Huck was powerless to stop this, just as as one of the leaders of the assembly couldn't prevent his companions from being killed one after another.

After the outbreak, the physical exhaustion seemed to be more serious, the weapon in his hand subconsciously stabbed to resist, the blood-stained eyes in front of the figure longing, the dizziness kept coming, and the enemy seemed to have become more numerous.

In a hazy moment, he felt a sharp pain suddenly born from the back of his head, so the belief that supported his body dissipated in an instant, and with a bang, he lay on the bridge deck on the corpse of an enemy or his own man.

There was a roar in his ears, but he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy or his own people. In his eyes, he saw a pair of legs running past him, splashing with blood, and through these legs, he seemed to see two figures galloping from a distance.

Enemy reinforcements are coming?

He subconsciously flashed this thought, so he completely lost the desire to live, but what happened next made his little remaining thinking suddenly stagnate.

The surrounding enemies suddenly retreated!

This cleared his hazy mind, but the exhaustion of his body did not give him the slightest strength to stand up, and the blood brought by the retreat of the enemy obscured his eyes a dark red, faintly, and there seemed to be a burst of exclamation around him.

Is that...... Lemon?