On the premise that both sides of the battle are human beings, it is a poetic saying that one enemy is ten thousand. Those legendary 10,000 enemies do not mean that they really have the ability to kill 10,000 people with the power of one person, but the kind of courage and aura that can make people tremble like dragons when they hear their voices, and flee when they see them, looking at the world. Otherwise, even if those 10,000 people stood there and let them chop without resistance, no matter how terrifying the divine weapon was, it would be worn and rusty under the hindrance of flesh and bones, and the most numb butcher would feel tired and unsustainable when so many slaughtered targets were listed in front of him. So, how many enemies can a person fight in the age of swords and arrows?

One thousand may be a possibility, but this disparity is inevitably accompanied by very special conditions, usually the side with the lower number of people has extremely favorable terrain or fortifications, such as narrow passages that can only be passed by one person or castles built on cliffs. Moreover, in the course of the battle of opponents thousands of times larger than themselves, these opponents cannot use long-range and extremely lethal weapons such as bows and crossbows, otherwise even the steel city gates will probably become dilapidated and difficult to function under the baptism of arrows for several days.

What about one against the other? It sounds a little more real than the first two, and people tend to believe that there is such a strong man in some story that actually happened. Indeed, when the physical strength, skill, and equipment are enough to far outperform the opponent, this record will seem more real than the first two. But the question is, under the influence of the same use of similar weapons and armor without mixing elements such as magic, is there really a weapon in this world that can cut down a hundred people without being blunt, and splitting a thousand blades without breaking? I am afraid that the conditions required to defeat a hundred with one enemy are also extremely harsh.

When did people think of people who could kill a thousand times more than themselves with their own strength as heroes? What kind of circumstances made them look forward to and believe in the existence of such heroes? Obviously, those who really shed blood and fought with an opponent equal to their own number and had to fight with all their strength understood the meaning of fighting and fighting, but they did not become legends, probably because some things are more acceptable if they are not true.

After all, the real battlefield of flesh and blood, I am afraid that no poet is willing to describe. Three against thirty, one against ten, this is not a big deal for the knights of the blue lion, they are required to fight multiple enemies from the day they are trained, because they are the elite of the elite, and they must also exert more value in this after enjoying the supply of several times that of ordinary soldiers. But that is when both the armor and the mount are intact, and without the armor with superior defensive performance and the mount with the same heart, the only thing that can show the difference between the knight on the battlefield is faith. Faith, but there is no way to resist the scimitar. After Lothar slashed down an unknown few more enemies with his tomahawk, the scimitar pierced through the chainmail that had already taken too many impacts.

"Poof!" As if he didn't expect his attack to work, the silent man who stabbed the Count and the stabbed Lothar stood for a few seconds at the same time, and under the stimulation of the pain, Lothar broke away from this stupor first, and struck the man's temple with the handle of an axe with his backhand, and the crisp sound heralded the shattering of the skull. Confirm that the wound is okay, not critical. However, the scimitar used by the steppe man was too effective in bloodletting, and Lothar himself was already weak, and as red liquid flowed from his abdomen, he only felt that the tomahawk in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

"Be careful!" used a scimitar to stab the Earl's blade, Batu was not in a good state, unlike Lothar, who had chain mail, only the slightly heavy fur clothes on his body and a layer of fine silk in the clothing compartment could protect the falconer, with this layer of silk, the bow and arrow shot on the body would not get stuck in the wound. But silk could only defend against bows and arrows, and could not provide more protection for Batu in the collision of knives and knives, and his body was covered with wounds, although there were no fatal wounds, but it was not too far away from that moment.

The segregated blade fell again, slashing heavily at the weapon in Batuu's hand, sending his body sink. The scimitar was not a defensive weapon, as the elders of the clan had told him on the first day he had learned swordsmanship, and the scimitar's excessively light blade and its short handle that was too portable to be held with two hands meant that this weapon was destined to be far more powerful in attack than in defense. But there was no way, now Batu had to bear this disadvantage, he could not choose to back down, because that would expose the back of his companion to the enemy.

Companion, a few weeks ago, Batu would not have believed that he would consider a person who was not from the Antelope or even the steppe as a companion, not to mention the fact that what the man named Lothar had done on the frontier of the steppe is still occasionally rumored to this day. The golden lion with bear's paws is the name that Lothar earned for his frequent participation in the war with the steppe people when he was young. At first, Batu didn't believe that someone with such a name would follow the gray robe as a bodyguard. Having fought alongside him personally, he no longer had such doubts, and there was no doubt that Lothar had the ability to defeat the many Silent Ones, so the falconer could not allow himself to be a liability.

"Bell, bell!!" Three quick slashes in a row were blocked, and the silent man who confronted Batu took a slight step back to adjust his stance, and Batu also took this opportunity to lower his already numb right arm slightly, and pulled up the short shawl on his left hand to cover him. It's a signal, like putting the sword back into its scabbard between battles, so that the opponent can't predict his actions and also has the meaning of making a break. It's a win or a loss, it's all at the moment of the next shot.

The Silent Man narrowed his eyes slightly, and pulled up his shawl in response to Batu's meaning. The two of them turned sideways, the scimitar in their hands behind their shawls waiting for the moment when they stabbed out, and the time came quietly, but Batu, who was not proficient in swordsmanship, immediately realized the fact that the tip of the other party's knife would pick his throat faster. At this moment, a dark shadow passed between the two. Then, there was the sound of a cutlass stabbing into a muscle. The Silencer collapsed into Batuu's arms, staring at his opponent with uncanny eyes, trying to open and close his mouth, which had lost his ability to speak, trying to say something, but the punctured heart forced him to quickly lose consciousness.

"What should I say if I was rescued?" Kelas, who had risen upright from the grass, turned his head to look at Batuu, and the dark shadow was him. The cat fairy held a scimitar in his hand that he didn't know who it belonged to, and as for the thin sword he had used, it was probably left on the unlucky ghost after a certain attack before he had time to pull it out. It was also thanks to the scimitar that Kailas was able to cut off the wrist of the Silent One holding the hilt in time, allowing Batu to win the victory.

The boy of the water antelope shrugged his nose, he could see what he wanted to say from the eyes of the dead man in his arms, in this duel, he cheated. But on the other hand, war is never a duel, and Kailas did save his own life, and this tangled feeling made Batu unable to let go immediately, and could only vaguely thank the cat goblin.

"Whew, I'll just say why the three of them haven't come back yet, it turns out that they came here. On the hillside, two more figures appeared beside Nuisa, one in a gray robe, the other with impossibly azure eyes. The gray-robed man said in a somewhat helpless tone, then nodded to his female companion, who tore a petal from the flower he was holding in his hand and sent it to the gray-robed man's mouth.