Although the recruits have low combat effectiveness and incomplete equipment, due to the blessing and blessing of the war priests, their overall combat effectiveness has improved a lot, especially with such a large number and scale, it is not a force that more than two thousand black knights can ignore.

Killing the War Priest, without the blessing of the war aura, with the men and horses he brought, he should be able to annihilate this "legion" that is far from the size of the intelligence. As the captain, Gooden naturally understands this truth.

The sword blade was pointing at the thirty or forty priests in the protective circle of thousands of Aragon warriors. Stimulated by the obvious target in front of him, Gooden's murderous aura increased greatly, and his fighting spirit was rapidly running and then poured into the blade of the sword. The sizzling blade of the sword suddenly shot out a light purple essence of the sword, and the Aragon people were as fragile as straw under this sword, and their bodies were split apart by the waist. Feeling Gooden's violent aura, the black knights around him also soared, and they took down the singing priests in front of them in one fell swoop.

It's been a while since the battle began, and although it wasn't yet his team's turn to join the warband, the feeling of being in the killing alone stunned Aaron's boys who hadn't completely shed their ordinary civilian minds. The mutilated limbs, the rain of blood**, the screams and wails that filled the ears, all of this hit the deepest part of their souls. Gradually, slowly, when the peasants ceased to be peasants, and the cowards ceased to be cowardly, the sheep began to go crazy. Under the command of the adjutant, Aaron and them were sent to protect the priests. Aaron, who was originally in the back position, was about to confront the most dangerous enemy at once.

At this time, although little Gibson had the magical blessing of the war priest, it was obvious that his nature suppressed the magical blessing under this cruel scene of blood type. Any companion standing beside him would have been surprised to see that his crotch was already wet, and the smell of urine and irritating blood had perfectly converged, and he would smell sick.

"Are you afraid?" Alun had expected little Gibson's situation, and he asked Altay.

"I'm afraid!" replied without any embarrassment, "but I'll never back down!"

"Well, Uncle will be proud to have a son like you!" Aaron forced a calm pat on his partner's broad shoulder.

"Thank you, I'll be proud to know you as a brother, even if ...... I'm dead!!"

The two looked at each other, and in an instant, emotions such as fear, fear, and anxiety were swept away, and the magic of courage, strength, and loyalty blessed on their bodies suddenly soared.

The knight group led by Gooden is getting closer and closer, and if he doesn't make any more moves, he is afraid that the priest will be murdered. Jack handed over the command of the brigade to the adjutant next to him, and slammed his horse's belly and shouted at the killing Gooden. Nearly a thousand low-ranking knights also pounced on Jack.

Jack's brigade was part of Duke Paul's troops, the lord's private army. The main basic strength of the general private army is composed of low-level knights of the first to third rank. At the middle level, that is, knights of the fourth to sixth rank can already serve as mid-level officers in the lord's private army. Only warriors of mid-tier strength are qualified to form and emit a fighting spirit. This qualification refers to the qualification to obtain the Dou Qi of the Legion Professor, and the second is that only when the strength is promoted to the middle level, can the strength and mind be sufficient to acquire and use the Dou Qi.

Forty or fifty middle-level knights followed by Jack, and with the blessing of fighting energy and magic, all kinds of brilliance were brilliant for a while, and they did not show weakness towards the purple-red fighting spirit group that was approaching in front of them.

Nearly a thousand knights rushed out at once, including a large number of middle-level knights, which made Gu Deng, who was frantically killing and advancing, suddenly feel in his heart, but soon he was a lot more relaxed. Because in his eyes, although those dozens of middle-level knights have not weak fighting spirit cultivation, they are obviously not very murderous, and they have not experienced many bloody battles.

"Haha...... It's just a bunch of suckling imps, soldiers, kill—" Gooden roared with a grin.

Seeing that Gooden was about to enter less than a hundred meters away from the priesthood with unstoppable might, a miserable white lightning shot towards Gooden with a murderous aura chasing stars and moon-by-moon.

Gu Deng, who was tearing up, had a wind in the back of his head, knowing that someone was attacking him, he twisted his body directly without looking back, and the giant sword in his hand quickly returned to the grid. The fighting qi on the sword body instantly soared, and with a sonorous sound, the long sword that turned into a lightning attack was suddenly bounced away by the shock.

But that's not the end of the attack. A figure leaped down from the brilliance of the fighting spirit and the brilliance of the sword. Thunderous and lightning fast, the silver sword in Jack's hand slashed straight at Gooden's head with a surging fighting spirit.

Seeing that the sword was pressing, Aaron and the others, who followed closely behind the knight, couldn't help but be overjoyed. As long as the honorable Lord Jack slashed the unusually fierce black knight off his horse with a single sword, the battle would soon be over. As a result, even Gibson, who was originally trembling, followed closely behind Allen and rushed up fearlessly, threatening not to give up until Gooden was killed.

Tough is strong, and being able to be the captain of the Second Brigade of the Black Rose Knights, Gooden tells the Aragones that he is not in vain.

In the moment when Jack's blade pierced the fighting qi and touched his skin, Gooden's strongest power suddenly exploded. The seventh-level Dou Qi completely enveloped the space within four or five meters around him at once. The blade of the sword was suddenly blocked, and it seemed that it was difficult to enter the slightest, Jack shouted wildly, and the peak fighting qi of the sixth level intermediate level resolutely blasted out, and the fighting qi with a trace of violent aura flowed out along the blade.

"Hmph, the sixth-level fighting spirit dares to be mighty?" Gu Deng, who had already stepped into the path of a high-level warrior, obviously didn't pay attention to Jack, who was a middle-level strength. Gooden's palm mysteriously flipped up, and the shiny blade suddenly lit up, and bursts of purple light were transmitted.

Two different natures of fighting qi and long swords, which also had a violent aura, violently shook each other, colliding with a heaven-shattering sound. Jack slashed condescendingly, and there were several mid-level knights on Gooden's left and right who swung their swords and needed to deal with them. Gooden only felt that he was surrounded by him for a while, and his protective fighting spirit was weakened a lot because of this. The four hooves of the war horse under the crotch were slightly soft under the rebound force, although the tiger's mouth was broken, but it finally blocked the attacks of several warriors besieging him.

Just as he was about to fight back to keep the elite retinue not far behind him, a spear stabbed in the diagonal ground without warning. With a muffled pop, Gooden involuntarily spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The sneak attackers were none other than Aaron and Atai Gibson, who had just joined the warband. As soon as the three of them joined, they saw that Gooden was besieged by dozens of his own people and was struggling to parry, and the sneak attack at this moment was a perfect opportunity. But the three of them were afraid that they would not be able to pierce those strange and unpredictable fighting spirits because of their weak strength, so the two of them grabbed a giant spear used to repel horses, picked a place where the fighting spirit looked obviously thin, and inserted the strength to eat milk. Who knew that it would actually succeed for them.

"Good opportunity!" Jack, who had just turned over and landed, suddenly saw Gooden, who was not panicked under the combined attack of several of his people just now, but at this moment, he was attacked by a sneak spear from the just weakened body protection fighting spirit, and hurriedly shouted.

Dozens of other high-ranking knights also knew that this was a perfect opportunity to kill the high-level warrior in front of them in one fell swoop, and they all shouted, and their swords rushed forward again. Seeing that the situation was not good, the black knights in the back hurriedly shouted loudly, and flocked to their commander Guden, trying to rescue. It's a pity that the knights and reserve recruits of Aragon also arrived at this time and stopped the black knight who came to the rescue of Gooden.

There is no chance to be lost, and Jack knows that this opportunity is fleeting and cannot be delayed. Just now, Gu Deng's fighting spirit that was one level higher than himself was shocked into his body, although his qi and blood were surging at the moment, he couldn't care about it much. After greeting several warriors around him who were also dizzy and surging with blood and blood, Jack took the lead in approaching, only to hear a crisp sound of the bang, and Gooden's giant sword was cut off by Jack when he could not replenish his fighting spirit. The sword continued to gain momentum, and with a reddish fury of rage, it slashed at Gooden's head.

After countless times of life and death, Gu Deng, who had broken through to the seventh level of strength, was in danger, his body quickly lay on the horse's back, and then his wrist exerted force, and the half of the truncated sword in his hand shot out with a fierce fighting spirit, stabbing the biggest threat - Jack. Since there is no way to avoid it, let's break the net!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Although there is a level difference between the Dou Qi rank and Gu Deng, Jack, who has also experienced many battles of life and death, is not to be outdone, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the momentum of the long sword in his hand has not decreased in the slightest, and he slashed and fell without reservation.

"Buzz ......"

There was a piercing and sharp sound of gold and iron, and I saw Jack fly backwards like a kite that had fallen after colliding with Gooden's fighting spirit under the fight for life and death, and fell powerlessly on the blood-soaked grass with a muffled crack.

Almost at the same moment, Gu Deng was also crushed by several long swords with a mid-level fighting spirit, and the two completely different fighting spirits of different nature and rank were glued together. In the end, Gooden, who had dispersed his strength to deal with Jack, was unable to withstand the continuous attack of seven or eight buried mid-level knights under the continuous confrontation without a chance to breathe, and even the armor of the blessed tempered magic could not withstand the continuous attack of seven or eight buried middle-level knights, and finally broke.

Under the severe pain of several long swords entering his body, Gooden also made a fierce counterattack before dying. The seventh-level high-level purple and red fighting qi was driven by the boundless murderous aura, and it was as powerful as a star explosion. Countless fighting qi turned into dazzling and strange light tracks that shot wildly, indiscriminately indiscriminating into the people around them. Even a mid-level knight who has already pushed his fighting spirit to the extreme, it is difficult to resist under the power of Guden's crazy counterattack.

"Crackle!"

After a series of loud noises, the seven or eight middle-level knights who besieged him dismounted and died, and forty or fifty warriors nearby who were not protected by their fighting spirit also exploded and died under the fighting spirit, and their limbs were all over the ground.

After the successful sneak attack, the three imps retreated back into the large army as early as the success, and tore apart with the other black knights. Of course, the three men who had been witnessed by many of the Aragon soldiers in their attack on the Grim Reaper-like knight were immediately encouraged and blessed as soon as they returned to the ranks, and even a few of the nobles looked at the three freedmen in a different light.

"Haha, guys, look, that bear-like creature is finished!" little Gibson, who had been protected by Aaron and Artay, had to dodge only the occasional attack that was so brave that he came in front of him. Most of the time he was watching when Gooden would die.

The two of them, who had no time to care about him in the tearing up, had a great increase in courage when they heard this, and their bodies, which were about to be overdrawn due to the wielding of heavy spears, regained a lot of vitality, and the soreness and numbness in their arms and waist and abdomen also dissipated a lot.

"Hey, guys, I don't know if we're going to be honored this time!" said little Gibson excitedly, completely devoid of his previous fear.

From the sneak attack to Gooden's death, it was almost a matter of time, but the situation on the battlefield took a subtle turn.

The knights of the Black Rose Knights were stunned for a moment, and they didn't know what to do next! Should they continue to rush forward, or should they retreat immediately and save their strength? No one told them.

During their trance, the Alagans, led by officers of all ranks, took the opportunity to hack to death a number of knights who were slow to react.

The Knights of the Rose is also worthy of being one of the elite legions of the Slovenian Empire, and they immediately came back to their senses after a moment's stunned. Under the effect of the bloodthirsty thaumaturgy blessed on his body, his eyes were red, and he did not dodge in the face of the oncoming blades, and completely urged his fighting spirit to die together.

Although it caused a lot of damage to the Aragon people for a while, as time passed, more and more dense new forces joined the battle group, and the bloodthirsty thaumaturgy blessed by the Slovenian mage to the knight gradually dissipated, but the side effects became more and more obvious. Although this bloodthirsty thaumaturgy in exchange for the devil can skyrocket the combat power of the warrior in a short period of time, it is a side effect of the decrease in magic power - the combat power returns to normal, but the sanity is confused, and the weak-willed will attack with all their strength regardless of whether they are friends or enemies. The duration is determined by the will of the thaumaturgical counter-eater.

Bloodthirsty thaumaturgy was originally a spell for the undead on the Forgotten Continent, which originally had no side effects on the undead, but because the Slovenians betrayed the gods and worshiped the devil, they were cursed by the gods.

On the other hand, the magic blessing given to the warrior by the war priest, although the magic effect chanted by a mage of the same rank is not as strong as the attack power increased by bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, but it does not have any side effects, and the mind of the blessed person is completely awake, and in addition to the attack blessing, there are also positive effects such as courage, loyalty, and durability.

In the face of these black knights who were attacked by bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, the experienced veterans called for the recruits to quickly retreat, and then under the special care of the priests, the mages of the Aragon people officially appeared at this time, and for a while, all kinds of pillars of light and magic bullets fell on the Black Knights.

People turned on their backs, wailing all over the field.

In a short period of time, more than a thousand mid-rank black knights had been buried here, and the remaining survivors had turned and fled after a few shrill and piercing hiss from the distant Skyrim Shadow behind them.

The follow-up troops retreated one after another, and when the individual powerful black knights who gradually came to their senses wanted to retreat, they found themselves already under siege, and it was difficult to fight their way out of a bloody way to escape! On the other hand, the morale of the people of Aragon was like a rainbow, and even most of the soldiers who did not receive the blessing of war were also highly motivated, waving the blades in their hands and following the footsteps of others to cover up the heavily armed iron knights.

Just as this advantage was suddenly turning around, there was a sudden burst of cheers from the Aragon side, and the dust behind the Priest Warlock Regiment was seen to shake the sky, and it was the other defensive garrisons near Jack's station who rushed to help.

The leader had been killed, and Aragon reinforcements had arrived, leaving the Black Knight, who could not escape, to say that he had no desire to fight, and finally drank his hatred on the spot under the swarm of Aragon's spears and swords.

After the battle, after the inventory of friendly forces, the adjutant commander of the 3rd Brigade could not help but secretly cry bitter in his heart, and the expression on his face was even more ugly than the shriveled eggplant. As for Jack, under the dying blow of Gooden, who was of high-level power, his anger was like a gossamer, his face was sallow, and he obviously couldn't survive. If it weren't for Gooden's distraction from parrying other attacks, which led to the weakening of Jack's attack power, as well as the blessing and healing of several war priests and mages, I am afraid that he would have been killed on the spot, and he would never have been able to support it now.

Although more than 1,000 Black Rose Knights with mid-level strength were killed in this battle, their own casualties were nearly ten times higher than those of the other party. While most of them were novice-minded beginner knights or reserve warriors, mid-tier swordsmen and knights also had triple-digit casualty figures. You must know that the middle-level warrior is the core combat power of the third brigade, and in the blink of an eye, it is nearly halfway there, and the adjutant's face is not ugly!

Lords throughout the empire generally raised their own private armies, and as long as the establishment did not exceed the bottom line implied by the empire, they were generally not punished. Due to the special organization and nature of the private army, the competition between the various regiments and even the brigades within the regiments is very complicated and fierce. Since it is a private army that is funded by the lord himself, not every armed private army can be taken care of like a mother. The strength of the private army, in addition to the relationship between the leader and the lord or the important officials around the lord, a considerable part also depends on the strength of the leader. The stronger the stronger, the more high-level warriors are summoned to serve under their command, and the less vice versa.

Now, Captain Jack has run out of gas, and before the newly expanded brigade has time to pull up the average strength, nearly half of the middle-level soldiers have been killed, and I am afraid that the position in the legion will not even be ranked in the middle in the future.

In the evening, under the light of the mage, the blessing of the priest, and the spirit of the adjutant and several other officers, Jack's body was wrapped in armor and flowers and placed on a raft floating on the river. The dense array of soldiers along the shore watched in silence, each praying and blessing their esteemed commander, praying that Jack's soul would rest in peace and not be disturbed.

"Stars shining in the night sky, great and noble Lord of War, guide your devout believers to the other side of glory. O Jack-Will, followers of my lord, the fragrance of blood will guide you to your resting place!Amen!" The priest chanted the ancient scriptures for Jack's funeral.

"Amen!" shouted those who were silent as the priest spoke.