Although at this moment, countless civilians were screaming and fleeing under the pursuit of the Philip cavalry, the royal cavalry of Saint Soran and the Ferry cavalry were flying from both sides to the center like a whirlwind. The whole world looks like it's full of violent, bloody movement in the early morning sun. However, the center of the battlefield seemed to be frozen in a distorted time and space.

Distorting this qiē is Roy, who is staggering and covered in blood!

Roy stood up and looked down at the wound on his body.

When he charged against the five Feilie cavalry, he knew that with his own strength and this small body, he would definitely not be able to dodge or withstand the attack of the five fierce and vicious Feilie cavalry, who had been in a hundred battles. Therefore, the first thing he completed the arrangement was not the bone spear, but the elemental array of the healing technique. And at the last moment, use magic to excite it.

Do you think I'm a fool, sir?

Roy smiled as the shattered shoulder blades slowly regained shape, and watched as the fleshy abdomen and arms slowly grew tender flesh with the white light attached to his body.

Roy looked at the wound, and the cavalry not far in front of him was also looking at his wound. Roy was laughing, but the Ferrets were terrified. Terrified by Roy's laughter.

The cavalry had been treated with healing. That time, he was stabbed twice, and he had the experience of receiving healing.

As is the case with boys today, the white light flowing on the wound is like a soap bubble surface, that is, the blood that has already flowed out, stained on the skin or soaked in clothing, will return to the body with the flow of white light, some from the hideous wound back, some directly from the skin.

As the blood disappears, the wound will begin to heal, the broken bones will grow back, and the torn muscles, blood vessels, and even nerves will grow back together little by little.

It may seem wonderful, but only those who have actually undergone healing know how terrible it is to listen to the tooth-aching sound of their bones growing in their bodies, and to watch their muscles being pulled together by a force that is completely contrary to nature, and how terrible it is to feel the pain in the body that is more extreme than the oil pot of hell!

The pain begins before the healing effect is applied, and then continues until the healing is over. The more severe the injury, the higher the level of the healing technique released, and the faster the wound will heal, and the stronger the pain!

When the cavalryman had been treated, his wounds were less than a tenth of the size of the boy in front of him, but he lay in bed and howled all day, crying until his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and his voice was hoarse. It hurt so much that even though the wound had healed completely, he had nightmares for a whole month, waking up sweating profusely every day.

And that time, he won the respect of every cavalryman in his cavalry brigade. Even the knights would pat him on the shoulder and smile when they saw him.

Because everyone knows that only a knight with a battle ring can reduce that pain. For ordinary people, it was not so much a treatment as a repertoire of punishment for themselves. A cavalryman can endure such pain, even if he howls loudly and looks wolf, he is still an out-and-out man!

The cavalry has always been proud of this, and sometimes so proud that they even forgot their own wolf bèi.

However, to this day, when the black-haired civilian boy in front of him stood up in front of his eyes and smiled at himself. He was able to forget the wolf bèi he was at that time, but he couldn't forget the pain engraved in his bones. At the same time, I also understand that in this world, there are always some people who are unreasonable madmen!

He couldn't understand how the boy could get up from the ground, how he could look at himself and smile at the moment when the healing technique worked.

Kill him!

It was the only thought that came to the horseman's mind as he looked at the grinning face that was struggling to smile.

He urged his horse and stabbed Roy like lightning with his spear.

He is a soldier, he is thirty-three years old this year, and he does not know how many people he killed and how many battles he fought. Fear was already a routine for him. On the battlefield, he has to meet countless people who are much stronger than him, and the fear and pressure of facing his opponent have long become a kind of reflex-like stimulation in the battlefield.

It was because of fear that he wanted to kill the boy in front of him!

Because he knew that the healing technique was not as miraculous as the legends of the common people suggested. Especially with such a heavy injury of the boy, under this healing technique that the light was so weak that it was like a membrane, it only saved his life. If you want to heal, you'll have to last at least a day!,

There had never been a time when he was weaker than he was now. I want to kill this demonic boy on the spot before the Royal Cavalry of St. Solan arrives!

He must not be allowed to live!

Kill!

Roy looked at the cold and shining tip of the riding spear, and magnified it in front of his eyes!

The white light of the primary healing technique condensed on more than a dozen wounds on his body, large and small, slowly repairing his muscles and bones. The shattered shoulder blades were so painful that they couldn't even lift them, and the bloody arms and lower abdomen were being eroded by a heart-rending pain.

Roy felt his hair stand on end in pain.

However, he is still alive.

Almost subconsciously, Roy grabbed the handle of the axe at his waist with his hand.

At this time, Palu was going around in a circle, and came running from not far away, and Oliver, who was tied to the saddle, opened his big mouth and screamed, and his big mouth opened and closed quickly, and his saliva splashed.

War bows and one-handed swords were in the saddle, and riding spears flew far away.

Therefore, the only thing that can be used is this axe, which looks like it is used to cut wood in the mountains on weekdays.

When he grasped the handle of the axe, Roy's heart moved.

The speed of the Ferray cavalry was extremely fast, and in an instant, it was already in front of them. After one last glance at the cavalryman's hideous, twisted face, he closed his eyes.

The dwarven warriors besieged by millions of demons seemed to appear in front of them again. He's fighting.

This scene has never disappeared from Roy's mind since the castle dream. When a demon cavalryman riding a hell panther rushed towards the dwarf with a spear, Roy's body, like the dwarf in his mind, began to turn around at the same time.

One tall and one short, one thin and one fat, one young and one old.

The posture, speed, and movements of the feet and arms of the two completely different people at the moment are exactly the same as those reflected in a mirror.

The body rotated like a spinning top, the center of gravity shifted slightly in the rotation, Roy opened his eyes, his arm shook with the force transmitted from the calf, and the battle axe in his hand was like being urged by the roaring waves, with the skeletal muscles of the body crackling and exploding, and slammed out!

Dangdangdang

That's not an axe!

In fact, Roy himself didn't know how many axes he had chopped.

His body spun like a spinning top, and the axe in his hand became faster and stronger as it spun, like a flood wave that rushed out of a floodgate, roaring and rushing along the dry river valley.

The rapid sound of the clash of guns and axes stopped after a pop!

Roy, who rose into the air during the spin, screamed loudly, volleyed down, and split the head of the cavalry with an axe!

At the same time, a brave knight who had galloped not far away had suddenly jumped up from his horse.

His gaze was fierce, and the whirling battle ring under his feet turned into a flowing ball of light, flying up from his calf, flowing down his body to his arm like mercury, and then instantly swept over the barrel of the riding spear, and out of the tip of the spear, turning into a golden goshawk that shot fiercely, and swooped down on Roy. ...... There is also a chapter in the evening......