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=================================================================================== Volume II [Chapter 79] answers

The wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see, and the weeds that have withered and yellowed in winter have grown half a man's height after a whole spring, surging into the distance like waves like waves in the wind.

Everyone's eyes followed the six fast horses in the green grass.

Two or three hundred meters in the wilderness was not a long distance, so one could clearly see the undulating bodies of the knights galloping with the horses, the shiny fur and explosive muscles of the horses, and the dog looming in the grass.

Roy ran in front, and Ivan and the others behind him were forty or fifty meters away from him. And on the hillside in front of him, the wagons of the caravan were speeding in an almost frantic manner. The fast-spinning axles creaked, and the wooden wheels kept crashing against the rocks on the ground, jumping high and staggering down.

Next to the carriage were guards wielding weapons and civilians fleeing with shouts.

They stumbled and ran, fell and got up, covered in dust and blood. From time to time, someone was chased by the bandits behind him and cut to the ground.

In the distance, countless bandits surged down the horizon like a flood.

Dressed in all kinds of clothes and armed with all kinds of weapons, these bandits shouted and screamed strangely, chased the fleeing people, and slaughtered with knives.

In front of the black crowd, Roy and the others were as small as a sampan sailing against the monstrous waves, which could be smashed by the angry waves at any time.

However, their speed has not slowed down in the slightest.

Roy, in particular, has been speeding up non-stop. From a high vantage point, he looks like a petrel facing the dark clouds of a thunderstorm at high speed.

No one knew what Roy was trying to do, and everyone could only watch him get closer and closer to the bandits.

Perhaps seeing the rescuers, a deafening cheer and shout erupted from the fleeing cactus caravan.

The exhausted people cheered up and struggled to resist the siege of the bandits as they quickened their speed to move closer to this side. More than a dozen medium-sized wagons galloped under the tufts of the horses, and the dust raised by the wheels and hooves filled the back of the convoy like a yellow cloud.

The guards and mercenaries ran as they engaged the enemies who caught up. The sound of the swords of the ping-pong slash was incessant, the screams of heavy objects falling, the roars of rage, the screams of women, the cries of children, and the neighing of horses were intertwined and resounded.

The Cactus Caravan is a medium-sized caravan with only two dozen escorts and a few mercenaries in the accompanying crowd. By the time they fled here, the caravan guards had lost a third of their men, and the rest were covered in blood and scars, all of them holding on to their strength.

However, even so, they were desperately guarding the back of the convoy, covering the convoy and civilians first.

Just as most of the cactus convoy had already driven down the hill, suddenly, the wheels of a horse-drawn carriage ran over a rock the size of a watermelon and jumped, and suddenly flipped to the ground.

The huge carriage tumbled, swept a coachman and a civilian who had no time to escape, and the box rolled up a large area of grass clippings and a shocking bloodstain on the mud floor, directly crashing into another carriage, and for a while, the entire convoy fell into chaos.

"Don't stop, let's go!"

Seeing that the pace of the convoy slowed down, the dog bandits chased dozens of meters closer, and a bald man in the guard kicked the bandit in front of him away, roared angrily, and slashed the horse knife in his hand in the air, and a fire dragon rushed into the void from the blade with a surging fighting spirit and rushed straight to the bandits in front of him.

With a series of muffled sounds, the bandits who had been bumped into by the fighting spirit suddenly turned on their backs. The few men who rushed to the front were smashed to the chest and flew out like ignited scarecrows, smashing into the bandits behind, causing a muffled exclamation. However, the bald man and the people around him tried their best to stop the bandits behind him from pursuing, but the chaotic convoy still delayed a lot of time. By the time everyone regained their speed, twenty or thirty bandits riding their horses had already circled around the front of the convoy and were about to intercept it!

In this kind of chase almost front and back, once the convoy is blocked from the way, it will immediately end up in the annihilation of the whole army. It's like a cheetah and an antelope chase. Although it is only a short distance of a few hundred meters, every second, every step, and every change of direction can determine life and death. ,

The roaring bandit horse team got closer and closer to the convoy, and at last, a bad horse with mixed coats crashed out of the flying dust and rushed to the front of the fleeing convoy.

Immediately, the bandit was tall and sturdy, shirtless, revealing a sturdy body, long dirty red hair scattered behind his head, and a giant sword the width of two palms in his hand, stained with blood.

As soon as he rushed out, he went straight to several civilians, and the giant sword in his hand swept through the air in an arc with the gallop of the war horse, and slashed at a middle-aged man with a polite manner.

"Dad!" A heart-rending cry of sorrow sounded, and the two sisters, Ling Shuang and Ling Xue, who were covered in blood and crumbling, frantically forced away the enemy in front of them and rushed towards this side.

This unarmed middle-aged man was none other than their father!

Time, as if frozen in this moment. The hideous bandits, the galloping horses, the bright blades, and the frightened eyes of the middle-aged man and a few civilians beside him are like an oil painting full of violence.

Seeing that the bandit's butcher's knife was about to sweep over the middle-aged man's head, suddenly, a man and a horse flew like a black lightning bolt.

"Roy!"

On the hillside in the distance, everyone watching the battle couldn't help but shout.

They could see clearly that the black lightning was rushing towards Roy. The thin body of the young man lay low on the horse's back, his legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the war horse. As he galloped, the spear in his hand flashed a sharp light on the turquoise earth.

"Kill!"

The distance of several meters was fleeting, and when the war horse leapt into the air, Roy urged the fighting spirit

, the spear shook out a spear flower and stabbed the bandit in the side chest.

The bandit's knife failed to fall. The rapidly magnifying black shadow in the afterglow and the whistling light that made his hair stand on end made him almost subconsciously turn the big sword with a loud bang. Roy's mounted spear stabbed heavily into the bandit's sword, and the barrel of the pure steel spear suddenly bent into an arc.

"Little bunny. The bandit smirked.

Although Roy was caught off guard when he killed him, as soon as he fought, he knew that this young man's fighting strength was only about eight or nine layers.

If someone else gets shot, they may be picked off their horses. But for him, who was born with divine power, natural divine power, and had first-order fighting strength, it was simply not worth mentioning!

Guns and swords are only a matter of moments. Just when the bandit's heart was determined and he was about to swing away Roy's mounted spear, which had been at the end of his crossbow, and turn from defense to attack, he suddenly found that the powerful impact of the giant sword in his hand disappeared completely with a strange flick of the young man's wrist.

"Snake Gun!"

When the name came with an unpleasant sense of emptiness, the bandit watched as the spear that had been pressed against the sword jumped up like a snake and poof! The tip of the spear burrowed into his neck without hindrance, breaking a large hole and bringing out a puddle of scarlet blood!

The two horses staggered, the bandit's eyes widened, his strong body shook on the horse's back, and then a somersault fell, and with the inertia of the war horse, he rolled a few times and fell to the grass. He couldn't believe that he had died under the gun of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy!

The so-called snake spear is a commonly used type of knight martial arts. Refers to the special technique of the knight, so that when the riding gun is blocked, locked, pressed or entangled, the body of the gun trembles and twists, driving the tip of the gun to change direction quickly in a small area, so as to achieve the purpose of breaking free or injuring people.

Because this action of riding a spear resembles a poisonous snake reaching out to attack, hence the name.

The snake gun is not a high-level unique or private skill, but a basic skill that most knights can master. However, if there is not enough fighting energy and physical strength, and with the assistance of the battle ring, it is impossible for ordinary people to make the steel cavalry spear bend and change direction in an instant, let alone resist the opponent's block or lock pressure at the same time.

Because of this, the bandits, who were not very powerful, neglected this. The result of this negligence was fatal! When the bandit's majestic body slammed into the ground, on the distant hillside, Fergus quietly clenched his fists. Beside them, the mercenary guards were silent and had complicated expressions, and several young men who had just tried to find an opportunity to teach Roy a lesson opened their mouths wide and were dumbfounded.

Miki, on the other hand, was silent, her slender body standing tall in the carriage, motionless, like a silhouette in the blue sky. Nearby, the swarming bandits suddenly lowered the tone of their wild roars, slowed down the pace of their horses, and the few people who rushed to the front subconsciously avoided Roy's direction. The middle-aged man who had survived the knife stood in place, his weeping wife and several guards rushing up to drag him for his life......

At the back of the crowd, two identical girls stopped, staring blankly at the thin figure passing in front of their eyes.

"Let's go!" Roy shot the bandits, not only did he not stop, but he went more urgently, and a roar came from near and far, and in the blink of an eye, he had already pounced on the bandits.

When the sound of the battle suddenly sounded, the caravan saw only five fast horses and a fat dog with black and white patterns, following Roy's trajectory like a whirlwind......

"Kill!" Ivan suddenly activated the battle ring, and the four golden halos swirled with a bit of dazzling cold light that condensed into a spear edge, and then turned into dozens of stars and disappeared into the body of the oncoming bandit. After two muffled snorts, the two bandits were like snowflakes blown away by the wind, and the men and horses turned into a rain of blood.

"Just Knight!"

The scene in front of him made everyone watching the battle on the hillside gasp at the same time. But before the shocked voice could fully erupt, they saw Jesse, Jackson, and the equally fierce Malt crash into the group of bandits like three brutal rhinoceros, and cut a bloody path to Roy's side.

On the periphery, Jem's horse, armed with a special battle bow, drew an arc across the field, appearing like a ghost on the flanks of the bandit horse team, and the arrows were like beads. "Whoosh!" sharp arrows swept through the void like meteors. Four or five galloping bandits fell to the ground one after another amid screams and neighings.

Except for Malt, who is an armed knight with only one battle ring, the four knights actually have a fair knight with four battle rings and three brave knights with two battle rings!

Such a reality instantly subverted everyone's cognition. For a while, everyone only felt that their lips were dry and their eyes were straight. At the same time, I can't help but feel sad for the team of bandits who were cut and chopped vegetables.

You must know that most of these bandits are ordinary people with some brute strength and rough martial arts, and there are very few who can cultivate their fighting spirit to the next level. With their strength, encountering such a luxurious knight lineup is like a group of watermelon cabbage meeting a sharp steel knife, and there is no suspense at all.

With the addition of Ivan and the others, the entire bandit team was rushed to pieces in an instant. The encirclement that was supposed to be closed was torn apart again.

"Great, let's go!" Seeing this opportunity, the bald man in the cactus caravan glanced at Roy and the others gratefully, turned his head and shouted, brandished his giant sword to open the way first, and together with the guards, covered the convoy and accelerated past the battle group, approaching the hillock where the caravan was located.

Soon, the caravan arrived at the location where the hill was located. As Fergus's guards and mercenaries came out to respond, the Black Skull bandits, who saw that they were no longer able to do anything, dropped dozens of corpses, retreated in a rush of trumpets, and surrounded the hillside where the caravan was located in a distance.

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