"Let's go up and sprinkle him!" shouted the leader of the Blood Theatre on a zebra, nicknamed 'Goat', who saw Jones behead his right-hand man with a single blow.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

The ignited arrows, drawing red lines in the night, flew from all directions, towards the black knight in the center.

......

Jones thrust the ice at his feet, took out the tungsten steel heavy sword that could be used as a shield from his back, and swirled it vigorously.

Although his tungsten armor was basically not afraid of these arrows, Jones still didn't want to get into the habit of making the armor resist.

One is that being hit by a strong crossbow will interrupt his movements, and the slit between his eyes is also a fatal door. The second is that he is not just a king, the armor does not grow on his body, and he always has to consider whether there will be a possibility of fighting in armor one day.

The arrows struck the heavy sword with a clangling sound.

After a while, the ground beside Jones was staggered with burning arrows.

With him as the center, the ground of about two meters is clean, and few arrows leak in.

The firelight shone on Jones's black armor and flickered, and the blood troupe was also uncertain.

The 'goat' drove the zebra backwards as soon as the arrow was fired, and now it was finally back in the crowd of the Blood Troupe twenty meters away, and then shouted loudly.

"Besiege him for me, be careful not to spill the beauty, it's not fun to be cold!"

......

If the two armies were facing each other at this time, there would definitely be knights or commanders who rushed forward, but the people of the Blood Opera Troupe all seemed to be the most cunning hunters, and no one charged at all, but more than a hundred people followed suit and surrounded the middle.

"You follow me, rush out when you can," said Daisy, who was next to Jones.

Without waiting for her reply, Jones took a few steps forward, raised his heavy sword with both hands, and threw it hard.

Like a flying stone thrown by a trebuchet, the heavy sword spun and flew towards the crowd of blood troupes in front of it with a seeping whistling sound.

"Hide!"

"Stupid, let me go!"

"Let's go, you're in my way!"

A noisy noise began to sound, and the crowd was like anxious ants dodging the flying heavy sword, but there was still an unlucky ghost who ran in the wrong direction, and in terror watched the black sword grow bigger and bigger, and heard the whistling sound getting louder and louder.

When he found himself in front of the spinning epee, he instantly fell to the ground.

Before he could scream, the unfortunate man was split in half like a rotten piece of wood, by the spinning heavy sword.

With a sonorous sound, the heavy sword slammed diagonally into the ground, and the blood of the unlucky ghost in front of him paved a bloody path through the crowd.

And Jones was about to pull up the ice and rush up here.

......

"Surround him!" "The goat, the leader of the blood drama troupe, shouted with saliva, "Whoever sprinkled him, the beautiful girl will be the first to go up, and the reward will be three golden dragons!"

As soon as they heard that there were rich and women, the outlaws, who were still hesitating just now, held their knives, forks and clubs with bright eyes, and rushed towards the black knight with strange howls.

......

"Ahh

Jones, who rushed up, held the ice in both hands, and swung an arc that slashed sideways.

The three people in front were directly cut off.

Most of them had a few tattered iron plates hanging from their bodies, and they couldn't even put together a complete set of armor, and they were holding short weapons. In front of the ice, it's almost the same as a vegetable melon.

A sword swung through, blood splattered.

Suddenly, a light and crisp shout sounded from behind.

Jones took advantage of the swing of the sword to look around, and it turned out that he didn't know when, Daisy had already been killed by the blood drama troupe besieging from behind.

"Didn't I tell you to follow," Jones yelled, slicing the stomach of one of the foes in front of him again and slicing open the guts as he swirled.

"I'm a warrior too, so leave your back to me," Daisy pulled the knife out of her enemy's neck, blood splattered and stained her silver armor red, but she said firmly, "I won't leave you to run first." ”

"I'll throw you Rem," Jones roared angrily.

Daisy had no idea that he wouldn't get tired when he was 'berserk', and that he could fight alone for a long, long time.

......

A clanging sound of a swift hit like a torrential rain rang out, and Jones, enraged by the disruption of his plans, almost completely abandoned his defenses and rushed into the crowd in front of him.

Left slash, right slash, turn around and slash, flying sparks, dotted and scattered, around Jones.

Strike, slash, slash, forward, oppress, roar, slash at a time, slash at a time, slash at a time, slash at a time.

Chop, split, speed, speed, fast, faster......

The cold ice was swung up and down by him, and the blade could not be seen clearly.

The corpses were left and right, the wounded were screaming, and the fighting were screaming.

Jones was also completely provoked, and he had forgotten to break through, and he did not plan to run away again, like the most primitive beast, attacking frantically.

Blood splattered, staining the world in front of him red.

All kinds of fishy smells were concentrated in this small area, and the ground was so muddy that people almost got stuck in it.

Severed limbs flew sideways, intestines flowed all over the ground, blood mixed with dirt.

......

A woman's exclamation brought Jones back to reality, and he turned his head to see that Daisy's sharp knife had been knocked out, and the people of the Blood Circle were preparing to take her hostage.

Jones didn't care about the people in front of him, and turned to Daisy, all kinds of weapons hit his armor, and sparks flew up.

However, these few attacks also helped Jones rush back faster.

In Daisy's surprised eyes, Jones grazed her waist with ice in both hands, and with a pop, pierced through the midsummer islander in the birdfeather robe who had just knocked her weapon flying.

Jones stirred hard, and the ice stirred up a huge blood hole on the man in the birdfeather robe, and messy things flowed out of his stomach one after another.

"You ......," shouted the man in the birdfeather robe reluctantly pointing at Jones, who had just almost succeeded.

Jones ignored him, hugged Daisy, and kicked the Summer Islander with his right foot, slamming it like a stone into the crowd of blood theater behind him.

......

And at this time, the people of the Blood Circus also knew that this woman in silver armor was the weakness of the black knight, and they all surrounded Daisy.

Jones picked up a sharp knife and shoved it into Daisy's hand, estimating it as well.

He should have killed nearly forty people just now, and there were nearly eighty people left in the Blood Opera Troupe.

"I'll protect you later, you rush out first. If I ask you for help, you rush back. Otherwise you're going to distract me inside. Jones didn't blame Daisy anymore, but said with deep meaning.

He suddenly realized that sometimes reason can't overcome emotion, just like if he left Daisy here, he couldn't do it. Daisy doesn't know what he's capable of, so naturally she can't let him go.

"Hmm," Daisy nodded lightly this time.

......

The battle, which was about to break out again, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Jones's face was worried, but he saw that the people of the Blood Circle were also panicking, and they also stopped the siege and looked back instead.

"Who the hell is here?" was the question that everyone present was pondering.

Gradually, the shaking of the ground became more and more obvious, and the sound of horses' hooves became louder and louder.

A dazzling flaming sword appeared in the darkness, and the flames were raised high by the wind, shining even brighter.

"Haha, the light is coming!"

The red-robed monk held the flaming sword, took the lead, and shouted loudly.

Behind him was the black cavalry of the North, which was also Jones's cavalry.

Sir Carter was in the middle of the procession, shouting, "Fight for Lord Jones!"

"Fight for Master Jones!"

The neat shouts cut through the night, the wolves frightened away, and the crows retreated.