Enemy attack!

Griffith grabbed the spear in his hand and stabbed into the darkness. He didn't see the enemy's position clearly at all, and in a hurry, he could only rely on his feelings to contain him.

The short gun "snapped" and was embedded in the trunk of the tree and could not be pulled out. At the same time, Griffith had already drawn the long sword at his waist to protect his chest.

A gust of wind came from behind, and the enemy had already circled his back. The powerful ice shield that had been prefabricated for a long time burst instantly, and the blade then tore through the double armor and two short spears on the back of his shoulder, but the impact of the ice shield breaking hindered the sword's momentum, and it did not cut into the gap between the helmet and armor.

Griffith immediately unfurled a new streamer shield and slashed towards his back, only to see a tall and vigorous figure and a cold light coming towards him between the lightning and flint.

"Bell!"

Griffith misses the blow, and the ice shield bursts again. The iron helmet on top of his head had been cut with a deep scratch that had hurt his skull. Blood stained the left side of his face in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the shields and helmets, Griffith would have been ruined.

"Tsk, dressed like a turtle, without any martial virtues!" the vague figure dodged the sword of the apprentice knight's counterattack, and stepped aside, looking at it with a playful look.

It was a young swordsman in his mid-twenties, with messy pale yellow fluffy curly hair, a very handsome appearance, and a free and uninhibited smile between his eyebrows, making it hard to imagine that he had come to take people's lives. The lean and sexy bronze upper body is casually dressed in short clothes, and each hand holds a long sword that glistens coldly, spinning like a cloud of water with his wrist.

He is clean and neat in his gestures, with a cynical laziness and chic, which is reminiscent of the elegant and deadly cheetah.

Superb sword skills, extraordinary temperament and self-confidence, he is a fierce opponent.

"I am the Cadet Knight of the Rameau family, Griffith Blanton, Captain II, and recipient of the Order of the Silver Eagle," Griffith dropped his bow and quiver at his waist and saluted the swordsman, "Your Excellency's name?"

"Lancenes, Juggernaut of interest," the casual foe bowed slightly, "then let's get started, your head looks like a good place to serve wine." ”

Juggernaut?

He said he was a Juggernaut?

Is it the Juggernaut of the Sequence 6 Transcendent Concept of the Pathway of the Wonderful?

Griffith was taken aback but didn't ask, the answer didn't matter now.

Lancenis's attacks were incomprehensible, and neither the double layer of heavy armor nor the ice shield could resist his edge. Griffith's breath retracted, he took off the vanguard shield, and took up his position with full concentration on the slow movement of his pace, ready to fight to the death.

Lancenis looked at him like an instructor at a school, smiling and moving slowly to match his pace.

Under the bright moon, the two of them moved to the sloping banks of the valleys. The terrain there is open, making it easier to cast Griffith's Frost Spell. Not far from them is the majestic Bate River Dam.

The silver wind and moon are immersed in the water, and the quiet mountain forest and the evening breeze watch the battle with bated breath.

The sword in Lancenis glittered like a blue gem in the moonlight. Griffith couldn't help but be attracted to these weapons, and he was fascinated by them.

Lansenis treaded water and slashed at the apprentice knight.

A wall of ice suddenly appeared in the air. The azure sword shattered the ice, but it disrupted its direction and force. Griffith seized the opportunity and swept towards the swordsman.

The sword unsurprisingly missed. Griffith immediately set off the extremely cold air, and took advantage of the momentum to pull out the feather fencing and swing it backhand.

"Bell!"

Lancenis raised his sword with a heavy lift, and at the same time retreated, standing in the cold water and looking at the enemy in front of him: "What happened to that ice wall just now? Is this cold air a magic spell or an enchanted weapon? It seems that you are not an ordinary minion, your master values you very much." ”

At that moment, a rumbling roar resounded through the forest, and the surface of the water shook violently. The majestic levee overhead made a terrifying noise.

"Damn!"

Lancenis shouted, and turned and ran toward the west bank of the Bate River. At the same time, Griffith, who understood what was going on, also collected his weapon and ran towards the east coast.

"The dam has collapsed! Run!"

The rebels, who had just been toiling on the embankment, let out an earth-shattering scream. Then the flood tore through the crumbling stone dam, rolling up the hundreds of rebels on the dam and roaring downstream.

Griffith scrambled up to the east bank, grabbed the bow he had just thrown and ran high. The torrent that swept down destroyed the boulders and trees, roaring behind him like countless galloping horses.

Magrius's team is finished.

Although it was still some distance from the camp downstream, the barracks did not face the course of the Bate River. But such violent torrents have accumulated the strength of the early spring after the snow melts, and the raging flood will rush into the Vilo River and then flood the camp on the shore. In the dark of the night, it was too late for the unsuspecting Legion Brigade to discover that the Velo River was surging.

After the collapse of the only regular army in the area, what will happen to Sonia and the others who are trapped in Bate Manor?

Griffith hid on a high ground and watched the flood devastate in front of him, gritting his teeth and having no choice but to leave.

Now, it's time to find another way to defeat the 5,000 rebels.

......

From the tower of Baron Bate's castle, Sonia watched wordlessly as the murky torrent roared past the eastern side of the castle. The flood poured down from the mountains to the north, wrapped in boulders and trees, with an earth-shattering roar. On the banks of the Bate River, on the lower ground, some rebel soldiers who had not had time to evacuate were struggling in the floodwaters, and soon disappeared into the turbid water along with their torches, broken trees, and huts.

Sonia bit her lip tightly, her hands clasped in front of her chest and trembled uncontrollably. She and everyone knew that a regular army was encamped on the south bank of the Willow River, ready to cross the river tomorrow morning to attack. Under these turbid waves, reinforcements and hopes of relieving the siege disappeared along with them.

Professor Witzleben, who insisted on staying and fighting, returned to the room without saying a word.

Baron Bette's face was pale, leaning against the cold stone wall, feeling a dagger at his waist, not knowing what he was thinking. The flood water has covered the farmland on the shore and lapped against the village wall at his feet. The few militiamen ran around shouting and running around the village walls, and the militia captain watched as they carried the frightened news to the homes.

"Should we, break through?" Sonia felt like she was almost losing the ability to speak, and her dry mouth struggled to utter a word.

Rana and Murat looked around with a frown, their eyes shifting from the village wall to the flooded embankment, and then to the flooded ferry, which was not too far away. There were some boats crossing the river, but at this time I don't know where they were washed. Fiona looked at Lana for a moment, and Sonia for a moment, as if waiting for someone to come up with an idea.

"Your Excellency, tell the militiamen to hold their posts," Sonia said in the calmest voice of her voice, "the east side of your manor is a fortified castle, and the flood is not strong enough to threaten the village walls, so we must continue to hold on, and the old town will send more reinforcements." ”

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud bang on the northwest side of the manor, and the wall of the village that had been in disrepair for a long time collapsed after the flood, like a slap in the face of Sonya.

At first, it was just a two-meter-wide collapse. As the muddy torrent rolled and lapped, the clods and masonry on both sides collapsed into the muddy water, forming a large slope up to seven meters wide.

"The wall is collapsing!"

A militiaman on the village wall screamed, and the people up and down the manor poked their heads to see the astonishing breach. Then hundreds of people shouted in unison, and the men and women were in a tidal wave of terror. The militia around Nona and Kulala, who were on guard on the manor wall, ran everywhere and couldn't get them back.

Moments later, the north wall cracked and collapsed in several places. Although no large-scale breaches have formed, the entire northern wall is already crumbling.

The crowd gathered at the castle was stunned for a moment.

......

Baron Bet sent his servants to pull people up and plug them, but in the dark they pulled this and ran away from that, and no one wanted to abandon their families and risk going to the wall at this time. It was so noisy until dawn that not even a single suitable timber could be found.

Berthier took some men and tried to build a wall with a spell. He painstakingly planned the building and erected a new wall behind the breach. But the soft and wet soil is not long after it is erected, and it cannot be stabilized without sufficient support.

It was only when the sky was light that the flood water subsided slightly. The big breach in the manor's wall was not closed at all.

The rumbling drums of war echoed in the morning light.

In the distance, more than two dozen large rafts had been dispatched from the rebel camp, paddling across the yellow water towards the breach in the northern wall. After besieging the manor, they didn't attack, just waiting for this time.

At the same time, there were large groups of rebels on the outside of the west and south walls. They were on a raft, and the ants gathered.

The number of rebels who attacked the northern wall was close to two hundred. Armed with spears and axes, bows and arrows, and wearing short coats and cloth toils, they let out a strange cry of noise towards the Baron's manor to the beat of drums.

The morale in the already chaotic manor was gone, and there was no one to repair and defend the walls.

When Witzleben returned from his room, he prepared a batch of spell configurations, drew them on parchment and distributed them to everyone, and asked all the magic students to prepare in small groups.

"But what if there is no wall and the rebels rush in?" several students asked, "our spell cannot form a barrier for a long time. ”

There are no more militias left on the estate that can fill the front. The few city defenders were also panicked, unable to hold the huge breaching slope.

"I went to gag the wall, and Nona and Kurala defended the other side of the wall. Lana responded.

He grabbed a special black coat and draped it over his armor, turned and walked towards the castle staircase, saying to everyone as he went, "Murat continues to reorganize the militia and the city defense, and we need to prepare a reserve. ”

His gaze was hidden, and he first swept over Professor Witzleben: "Don't make a move yet, the rebels may be hiding transcendents or evil believers." ”

"I have my own plans. The professor said coldly.

Lana's gaze returned to Fiona: "Prepare the seals, I'll need them." ”

The daughter of the Xia Long family was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shook her head again and again: "This is two hundred rebels! They will kill you!"

Lana's gaze swept over the window to the rebel brigade on the water in the distance. On the raft full of knives and guns, the chaotic and tyrannical atmosphere is like substance.

"It doesn't matter. Lana smiled and put his arms around Fiona. The girl was at a loss for a moment, and subconsciously raised her head and closed her eyes.

Whoever wants Lana to just rip off Fiona's cloak, take a spear handed by Murat, and tie the cloak with the Charlon's family crest to the barrel of the gun.

What is this, what is the situation...... Fiona glanced at her Shut Toral in disappointment and reproach.

"Beware of their extraordinary. Murat admonished.

"It's okay," Lana said lightly,

"The rebels have no fighting force. ”

......

The raft reached the breach near the north wall.

Armed with guns and axes, groups of fierce rebels jumped off the raft and walked through the shallow, yellow water towards the breach.

They let out strange screams, and the militia, already terrified, ran away when they saw them from afar. Baron Bate's manor was already trembling under their clutches like a young maiden.

Just as the rebels were about to reach the breach, a firm figure as steady as a mountain brazenly blocked them.

"It's been a long time~"

Amid the rumbling drums of war, Rana climbed the slope formed by the collapse of the earthen wall alone, and stuck the spear flag of the Xia Dragon crest in his hand into the dirt behind him. The wind was fierce, and under the banner of the sword and rose, he stood like a reef in the face of the surging tide of rebels.

"Come on! Griffith single-handedly blocked hundreds of goblins, and the story has been blowing for half a year," Lana's face was not shocked, and even a little excited, "Today I want everyone to see the heroic appearance of Xia Long's black wolf against two hundred." ”

The rebels soon approached, their bows and arrows outstretched, and a dozen feathered arrows fired a volley at Rana. He turned slightly sideways, and swept away the black wind, and the arrows scattered in all directions, unharmed.

After a round of arrows, the rebel infantry had already rushed to the bottom of the slope, holding wooden spears, like man-eating rats with fierce eyes, roaring and raising their guns to gesle up and down. They did not advance or retreat, staring at the armor standing in front of them with long swords, while paying attention to the pace of their comrades, shouting and shouting, but not one of them took a half step forward.

"Why, don't you come up?" asked in Lana's majestic voice.

No one answered in the dense crowd, but a few people retreated in the cracks.

Surrounded by the tip of Rulin's gun, Shi Shiran pulled open the lock of the big gun, waved it down, swept the crowd around him with a cold light, took the wolf-like helmet in his hand and buckled it on his head, and pulled down the armor.

The resolute and resilient face is hidden in the darkness. An ominous ferocity almost turned into the illusion of a beast.

His sword and heavy armor approached the rebels like a monstrous black wolf. The rebels gathered at the foot of the slope collapsed backwards in a moment, only to hear a faint murmur from under the terrifying visor.

"Then I'm here. ”

As soon as the words fell, the wind rushed forward, and the black shadow struck. Sen Ran's sword blade roared, like a forest of spears in the blink of an eye, it became a stalk of wheat under the sickle.

Rana broke through the gun formation in a single step, and the broken blade of the gun was like flying in the sky, and the morale of the rebels faltered. He took another step forward, and the sword swept through the crowd, splitting the spine and breaking the limbs, and the one who was immediately shattered.

With just one blow, he killed seven or eight people. Hundreds of rebels shouted in unison, one clamoring forward, and one turned around and ran.

Rana unleashed an assault with his sword.

Where the blade flies, people are all powdered. The group of rebels who bravely stepped forward were swept by the sword wind, and in the blink of an eye, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and the rest were torn apart and chaotic.

Two dexterous figures suddenly flashed in the crowd. Their movements are as erratic and swift as phantoms, beyond the limits of mortals.

The rebels' extraordinaires with assassin traits have struck.

Taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, they leaned over and slashed at Lana's calf with the edge of their swords. As soon as the dagger cut everything on the ankle and calf, a spark appeared, and the palms of both of them holding the dagger were numb.

"So hard!" the assassin exclaimed, glaring resentfully at the iron-clad warrior in front of him, rolling to the side to dodge and ducking back into his companions.

They swim like fish in water in the crowd, moving freely and smoothly, and they are about to find an opportunity to attack again.

Lana had already noticed them, and after a slash, he suddenly became restrained and tugged in his belly. The air on the battlefield was swallowed by him, and Fiona, who was watching the battle from afar on the castle, felt an extremely solemn and oppressive feeling of suffocation, as if there was a black hole that devoured heaven and earth, and even the sound could not escape the clutches.

“Hurrah!”

Lana let out a thunderous battle cry. The crowds of rebels who came up from the breach trembled together, and many of them were bleeding from their eardrums, and they were almost in a state of slowing down and dizziness, unable to move on the soft and slippery mud.

Piercing!

The two shadowy assassins' legs stiffened as lead under the roar, and they immediately revealed their figures.

"Found you. ”

Ranna, who was covered in black armor, swept through like a beast that chose to devour people, his eyes were red, and he swept through the ground like a mountain with a giant sword in his hand.

The Assassins and the hordes of rebels were still stuck in the soft wet mud, screaming together. The furious wind swept through them, tearing them apart. A half-cut body flew backwards in unison, and the head on his shoulder still had eyes open in disbelief.

"Huh!"

Rana roared, and Sen Ran's sword blade swung down again, and the skulls of the rebels shattered like tofu. The crowd was also torn open by the blade, and the severed limbs and intestines splashed like raindrops, and the warm blood poured on the faces of the comrades behind them.

The mournful cries of the rebel brigade resounded in the sky. They huddled together and were pushed by one man into the deep water. Only the most courageous ones at the front faced the terrifying giant sword, which turned into shredded flesh in an instant, and the infantry behind were so frightened that they fell into the murky water and struggled one by one.

This is the sword of the Eastern Army. A selection of tall warriors, dressed in heavy armor, with iron boots on their feet, and life-size swords in their hands, marched like a wall, even in the face of cavalry and mountain monsters. was swept by this Sensen blade, and everyone was shattered.

Even though there were many bandits, attacking one with two hundred people felt like a sword everywhere, death and broken limbs followed, and screams and screams obscured the wilderness.

In the chaotic screams, there were strange sounds, both the rustle of flesh and blood, and the sound of continuous popping water.

This strange reverberation frightened everyone who realized the cruelty involved.

The rebels were crammed into knee-high muddy water, pursued and killed by one man. Surrounded by accomplices who pushed and yelled at each other in the way of their escape, the black giant wolf tore through the crowd with broken flesh, and the bloody light made people want to flee to the distant frozen land in horror.

The rebels, who had been fierce a few minutes ago, had already collapsed and rushed towards the raft.

When water and mud come, it is extremely troublesome, and when it comes to escaping, it is like a moat. No matter how much they push, you can't escape the arrival of Lana's slaughter. Some jumped on the raft, and the rest couldn't squeeze in, so they clung to the edge and refused to let go.

More and more people fled for their lives, and the murderers who saw that the raft was about to sink drew their knives and slashed indiscriminately, and the fingers on the raft were so many that they could hold it with their hands.

In the screams, the rebels who had no time to escape were swept by the sword wind of the slashing sword, and fell into the muddy water in pieces.

As the rebel resistance broke down, the screams became muffled and replaced by the sound of falling water, like a torrential rain falling on the surface of a lake.

The bandits, who were still on the raft, were so frightened that they hurriedly propped up the raft, leaving behind their comrades who were still calling for help and fled to the old camp, lest they fall behind others.

"A rabble. ”

Rana grabbed half of the corpse from the water and wiped the blood from the blade, turned back to the top of the slope, found a stone and sat down, and with the sword on his lap, he took out a piece of bread and nibbled on it.