At dawn, I saw the bearded man standing crookedly in front of me, holding a steel hoe in one hand and a frightened girl in the other. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info girl's clothes were torn off most of the width, and her slender carcass loomed between the broken fabrics, and she kept covering herself, but she couldn't stop the leakage of spring.

The bearded man's eyes burst out with an eerie murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Emmons, ungrateful fellow, have you forgotten who rescued you from the bandits' arrows?"

I calmly looked into the bearded eyes: "It's the Overseer of the Fifteenth Brigade." ”

The bearded man roared, "Then how dare you do this? My men are just looking for a few chicks to have fun, and you beat them to serious injuries!"

I said coldly, "That's what they deserve." Who gave them the right to insult these girls?"

The bearded man almost jumped up: "Becoming a king and defeating a coward, this has been the case since ancient times! Even women are not allowed to play, who do you think you are?" As he spoke, he threw the steel hoe in front of me: "Emmons, I want to duel with you!"

The first rule of the Dark Order is that cannibalism is prohibited. However, duels are not forbidden by the Order, as long as they are presented according to the process of dueling, they can be carried out. One of the most important aspects of the process is to propose that one of the duels drop the weapon in front of the opponent, and if the opponent picks up the weapon, it means that it is accepted.

I glanced at the hoe on the ground, smiled contemptuously, and tossed my foot aside.

The bearded pupils contracted sharply, a sinister smile erupted between his teeth, and then, with a sharp tear, he tore off all the remaining fabric of the girl he was holding.

The sky was bright, and a ray of sunlight was just shining on the bearded man and the girl.

I picked up the steel hoe that the bearded man had thrown at me, and was about to throw it back with twelve points of strength, when a swift sound of breaking through the air sounded, and with a "squeak", it burrowed into the back of the beard's head and peeked through the forehead. The bearded man stiffened and fell straight down.

I was stunned, I didn't expect someone to be faster than me, and the gray cloak standing sporadically next to me didn't react. Then I saw the grass behind the bearded man suddenly move, and a figure stood up and ran backwards, his crossbow tossed aside.

Anyway, I'm the leader of the Dark Order right now, and there's no way I'm going to sit back and watch a centurion be killed in front of me. I jerked my still stunned gray cloak over there and shouted, "Live!"

Immediately, five black horsemen burst out, and not long after, like an eagle catching a chicken, they came back with a thin boy and threw it at my feet.

I looked at the bearded man who had fallen to the ground and was obviously out of breath, and then at the emaciated young man who was looking at me with his back stiff and trembling, and suddenly felt familiar. It seems that yesterday, when I put a gray cloak on the girl in my arms, the boy threw me a grateful glance.

At this time, the girl in her arms also woke up, she felt that she was being held by someone, and immediately subconsciously struggled to push me away, and then saw the young man kneeling on the ground at a glance, and exclaimed: "Sisyphus, what's wrong with you?"

The girl then followed the young man's gaze again, the moment her eyes made contact with me, the whole person trembled, she knelt on the ground and prostrated a few steps, hugged my shoes and kissed them, and said while kissing: "Sir, I beg you to release Sisyphus, no matter what he does, I beg you to let him go, I will compensate with everything I have, I am willing to do whatever you want me to do, I beg you to let him go, I am such a younger brother......"

I looked at the frightened girl, then at the young man who was trembling but glared at me angrily, and at the bearded man whose head was bleeding from the ground, and said, "He killed my centurion, what will you pay for?"

The girl's body stiffened, and she glanced at Sisyphus with disbelief, and then turned her head slowly and with difficulty: "Let Sisyphus go, please, I will use me to compensate you......" As she spoke, she slowly untied the ties of her gray cloak.

I reached out and took her hand to stop her from untying it. It was the gray cloak I put on her last night, and I knew that there were only strips of rags underneath it, and a beautiful body that she couldn't hide.

"Captain, kill him and avenge the centurion!" a voice suddenly came from the gray cloak in the distance, and then the virus swept through the entire camp, and all the black knights gathered around, and the crowd was so excited that they couldn't dismember the boy named Sisyphus.

I raised my hand and suppressed the hustle and bustle. I looked coldly at the black knights in front of me, who was almost in the palace: "Who is the first captain?"

A sturdy-looking young man lifted his mask and stood up: "First Captain Thorne reports to you!"

I said, "Okay, Thorne, from now on you will take the position of centurion for the time being." ”

Thorne was stunned for a moment, and his head slammed: "Yes!"

I walked to the top of the tent, looked north, and suddenly pointed there: "All the cavalry assemble, go north, and prepare for battle!"

I could already hear the heavy sound of horses' hooves, rumbling and coming from the north, with a solemn aura.

To the north, is Parabun.

The black knights were neatly dressed, and when they exited the glaive array, a black line just appeared under the horizon, and I glanced at it from a distance, and the knight at the head of the knight there had a lion flag in his hand, which was the patrol of Paravon.

Soon, the sound of vigilant horns sounded one after another on the cavalry lines of both sides. The wounded soldiers and the villagers of Emilin were protected in the center of the camp.

The cavalry line of the Paraven patrol on the opposite side stretched to the extreme and began to slowly push here, about two hundred people.

Thorne lowered the iron mask, and then, the cold steel sound from the removal of the mask resounded on the battle line of the Black Knight. Accompanied by the sound of slaughtering steel, Thorne roared: "Let the rabbit cubs of Swadia always be our strength, and let the soft-boned Paravenians remember our weapons again!Ulla~~~~"

"Ula ~~~~~~!!!!" a series of blood-boiling roars rang out in unison.

I didn't have time to think about what Ulla meant, Thorne slammed his horse, and the whole line remained in a crescent shape and trotted slowly. Thorne is located at the protrusion of the Glaive Formation, the first point of contact between the two sides.

I followed Thorne, dressed in black armor stripped from his beard, with a steel hoe at his waist and a broad-bladed spear under his arm.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and you can already see each other's preparations, the uneven mess of riding guns, leather armor and iron armor are mixed, and the quality of the horses under the crotch is not uniform, but everyone is fighting bravely, and the proud colorful silk floats behind the team flag held high.

This is the pride of the 1st cavalry power of Calradia.

When he was about five hundred meters away, Thorne suddenly roared: "Put down the riding gun and sprint!"

Roars came and went, and the black spears that had been held high like a forest were lowered in an instant, like a forest being ruthlessly cut down. The horses all neighed, and their hooves almost flew.

At the same time, the mounted gun on the opposite side was also lowered, and the horse's speed was mentioned as fast as the fastest in an instant.

Two heavy iron streams collided mercilessly.

The sound of countless spears snapping, the sound of countless spears piercing flesh made the teeth sour, and the wails and moans of countless dying people resounded.

More often, however, was the rain-down thud of the on-the-road small arms striking the steel shield.

Thorne's rifle pierced the body of his opponent and plunged into the neck of the rider behind him, the long blade of which stabbed almost all the way to the belly. Thorne let go of his hand, grabbed the steel hoe at his waist, and slashed the neck of another opponent who had staggered by.

The knights on both sides slowed down and mingled, and the black knights, led by Thorne, were slow but still resolutely rushing forward, like a stubborn warship, that is, breaking away the ice floes in front of them.

At this time, the steel hoes in the hands of the black knights exerted incredible power. Leather armor is torn apart with a hoe, steel armor is torn apart with a hoe, and a wooden shield is torn apart with a hoe. The Black Knights' stubborn advance relied on the flying steel hoes.

By the time they passed through the opposing cavalry, the black riders automatically discharged the same glaive formation behind Thorne as before they set off, some of them had their grey cloaks cut off, some of them had their black armor knocked out of the gaps, but only three of them fell from their horses and died.

And on the ground, at least fifty or more corpses of the cavalry of the Swadia Empire remained.

Thorne's visor was cold and splashed with Epsom's blood, and he raised his steel hoe and charged again.

The two teams slammed into each other again, and all that could be heard was the sound of flying horses' hooves and wails. By the time the black horsemen passed through the cavalry of the Swadia Empire, they had lost five men, but the other side had left nearly seventy corpses.

Now, the odds have reversed.

Thorne raised his right hand and made a gesture in the air, and the cavalry formation slowly dispersed, changing from the previously dense glaive array to the crescent moon formation facing forward.

The Swadian cavalry on the opposite side trembled, their horses' legs trembled, and their horses began to become restless, whirling in place, as if trying to turn around and flee.

Thorne waved the hoe again, and I understood the gesture, which meant to kill them all, leaving none behind.

The sound of heavy horses' hooves slanted inexorably towards the opposite side like a flood that had broken the levees.

The earth trembled, and my heart trembled. I had doubted the combat power of the Dark Order more than once before, judging by the speed of the rout of these gray cloaks, how could it not be connected with the mysterious order that plagued Calradia twenty years ago, but now, after seeing the performance of the so-called "old soldiers", I understand the horror of the true power of the Dark Order. The cavalry of the Svadia Empire, which was famous for its cavalry strength in the Calradia continent, actually collapsed under the impact of the black cavalry that only numbered them, and the pride of the knights was gone.

Before the sun had fully risen in mid-air, the battle was over, and a dozen wounded ownerless warhorses wandered around the corpse of their master.

Thorne had suffered minor injuries, his arm guard had been severed, the back of his hand was bleeding, and there were no wounds, most of the damage had been absorbed by the black armor of unknown material. He let go of the reins and let the black horse under his crotch slowly trot on the grassland, and when he stopped, he took off his overcover: "Silent mourning for the dead brethren." ”

All the Black Knights stood silently, the morning wind blowing from the direction of the rising sun, blowing their grey cloaks. After a long time, Thorne suddenly raised his head and raised his fist to the sky: "One day, we will kill his damn Harlaus!"

"Kill Harlaus!" a roar swept through the grasslands.

Tosdell is already a sea of black. Black walls, black roofs, black trees, and a constant stream of people dressed in black.

Of course, the largest burn at the stake in the village, and the burnt remains tied under the stake, were also black.

We reached Tosdel at dusk, three days after the battle with the Paraven patrol. The mysterious Overseer has taken over the village first, sweeping away any unrest with an iron fist.

As we rode slowly into the village, the soldiers of the Old Dark Order of Tosdell stopped what they were doing and quietly saluted us. The scars on our armor show a vicious battle we have experienced, and in the minds of the old soldiers, the soldiers are the most respectable after a hundred battles.

The Overseer stood in the plaza, his hands folded, as if waiting for me, "You're here. ”

I nodded.

The Overseer said, "Fought with the Swadiaans?"

I nodded a little.

The Overseer didn't say anything more, just looked around and said, "Where's Eun?"

I was stunned, Ewen was the bearded centurion. I didn't speak.

The Overseer looked at me twice and said, "Thorne, come here!"

Thorne immediately walked up to the Overseer respectfully and saluted.

"Where's Eun?" the Overseer asked coldly.

Thorne looked at me, hesitating and not knowing what to say.

"Dead?" the Overseer asked calmly.

Thorne shuddered and nodded.

"Dead?" the Overseer asked.

Thorne glanced back at me, as if asking me what to say. The Overseer immediately snapped, "Don't look at him! How did Eun die?"

Thorne paused, and finally said helplessly, "Yes...... Killed by a child. ”

The Overseer gave me a deep look and said in a cold voice, "Bring it on!"

Immediately, two black-armored knights came up carrying Sisyphus. The Overseer looked Sisyphus' emaciated body up and down, "You killed my centurion?"

Sisyphus raised his head, biting his lip, and stared at the Overseer with stubborn eyes: "Who made him so bad, he wants to bully my sister!"

"Oh......" the Overseer nodded meaningfully, "bring his sister with you." ”

Startled, I stepped forward, and the Overseer's fierce eyes swept over me.

Immediately, two more black-armored warriors snatched the girl up and threw her to the ground, and my eyelids jumped wildly when I saw the familiar gray cloak.

The girl was thrown to pieces, but when she came to her senses, she saw Sisyphus at a glance, and immediately pounced on it, and protected Sisyphus behind her: "What are you going to do? Don't hurt my brother!"

The Overseer laughed, chilling through the cold iron mask, and said, "It's so touching that it's so much of a sister and brother...... Emmons!"

I clenched my fists and looked up to meet the Overseer's eyes peeking out from under the iron mask, "I'm here." ”

The Overseer drew an ornately decorated sword from his waist and threw it in front of me, "Kill your brother or your sister, decide for yourself." ”

I slowly picked up my sword from the ground, my hands shaking.