Unlike the previous onslaught, this time we did not whistle, nor shouted or roared, and the boys of my direct guard and the eighth brigade of the guard all gritted their teeth and endured, even though their mouths were full of blood, they did not make any sound, only I could see the anger of imminent revenge in their eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're back so soon, it's our ......," a heavy soldier who had resumed cleaning the battlefield looked up as he spoke, and his eyes were met by a flash of black flames, and then his head separated from his body.

I swung Anduriel and, like last night, galloped at the very front of the wedge.

After so many births and deaths, even if I am powerless and don't know any swordsmanship, I probably have some experience in protecting myself on the battlefield. Even if it can't compete with the dragon power before, and it can't compete with a master of the level of Rolf or the dragon, at least, it won't be picked off by those miscellaneous soldiers in a single face.

Four hundred and fifty meters of downhill road, we ran like a gust of wind!

In the blink of an eye, we were like butter, easily cutting through the heavy soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield, and I had rushed to the entrance of the burned village of Tishpordin.

At this moment, at the entrance of the village of Tispordin, a number of rings of antlers and horses were placed, and around the perimeter of the original site of the village of Tispordin, wooden fences were placed, and inside were columns of military tents. At this moment, Tespordine has become a military camp.

I swung my sword and slashed, and the triple rejection spurs blocking the entrance were split at the same time.

I took the lead and pierced the village of Tisporine like an arrow.

Around the corner, several large halberds were swung in front of him, but in front of Anduriel's blade, they were worse than dry grass, and with a slight "click", the heads of those halberds flew away like leaves.

I didn't entangle with them, I just ran into the person who was caught off guard at the front, and left them behind me to deal with.

I was accompanied by only about 300 men of my immediate guard, for the width of the road in the village of Tespordine was limited, and the remaining Eighth Brigade divided into two groups and attacked around the village to the left and right, drawing fire for us, setting fire on all sides, and joining us at the exit at the other end of Tishpordin.

All I could hear was the roars and screams of the strange Swadians behind me, and I was in a good mood.

It made me almost feel the urge to go straight to Gaon and kill him.

But at such a moment of distraction, from the tent next to me, a swift snow-bright sword light shot out like lightning, dazzling my eyes.

I reflexively tugged at the reins, and the horsemen stood up, and as soon as the neighing sound came out, it was cut off by a pair of invisible hands.

The horse's head flew high, and the blood sprayed me.

But this moment was enough, my adrenaline was explosive at this moment, and the Anduriel in my hand slammed it, but it was waved empty.

The sword light flashed away, and it retreated inadvertently, turned around in mid-air, and stopped more than ten meters away.

The war horse under my crotch then fell softly and threw my body forward. I swung Anduriel and slammed it into the ground, trying to slow the impact with the help of the sword.

At the same time that I stabbed the sword and touched the ground, it suddenly shot again, and a cold feeling locked on my left chest, and the dazzling sword light pierced me so that I couldn't see the person's face at all.

There was a numbness in my chest, and I was in mid-air when a light long sword with intricate patterns on the body of the sword pierced the left chest, the position of the heart.

Of course, it's the original location of the heart, which has saved me many times, and this time is no exception.

I didn't care about the blade that peeked out of my back, and with a wild roar, Andurel slammed it up, kicking up a cloud of shattered dirt and dust, and in the midst of it, a dark flame that kept beating suddenly erupted.

With a dull roar, the sword stabbed in my chest was drawn abruptly, and the man stepped back again.

It was only then that I finally got a good look at him, an old man wrapped in a gray-white cloak, his long gray hair draped over his shoulders, but not at all. There is a scar on the left eyebrow that looks like he almost took one of his eyes. His cheeks, which were like knives and axes, were covered with the marks of wind and frost, and he looked as if he had been tortured for many years. He pursed the corners of his mouth tightly and looked at me very calmly.

His right hand gently held the sword that pierced my left heart, but under the cloak on his back there was a hilt peeking out, and judging by the length, it should be a two-handed sword. At this moment, a broken sword mark appeared on the cloak on his chest, which should have been caused by the desperate sword of our side.

He looked at me with a surprised gaze: "Aren't you dead? This trick will definitely not stab you, so, are you an eccentric?"

The fingers of my left hand holding the sword had been secretly attached to the flying knife on my waist, and my eyes were fixed on his throat: "Who are you? Judging by your strength, you shouldn't be a nobody!"

At this moment, without my arrow as a wedge formation, the advance of the pro-guard encountered serious difficulties, and began to be gradually besieged by the reacting halberds.

"Me?" the man thought for a moment, shook his head with a smile and said, "I haven't used a sword for twenty years, and I'm long gone." My name is Leo, but I don't think you've heard my name. ”

Of course I hadn't heard of this guy's name, and in fact, I wasn't going to listen to what he was saying, I just wanted to lie to him. As soon as a person opens his mouth to answer a question, at that moment, his attention will be more or less distracted, and this distraction can sometimes be fatal.

Leo must also understand this truth, the reason why he opened his mouth to answer my words is nothing more than because of Tuoda, after all, I don't know any swordsmanship at all, he alone can kill me in an instant.

However, the premise is that he can dodge the Li family's flying knives!

There were only five flying knives left, mysterious flying knives, which I had just thrown out with two fingers one second, and the next second it pierced through Leo's throat, and his body seemed to have been punched by someone suddenly, and flew up directly, falling into the ruins in the distance, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

I threw out the throwing knife, and without looking back, I turned and ran to my besieged companions, and Anduriel slashed and slashed at them, somehow slaying through the siege, leaving only a shattered corpse in his back.

I jumped on a horse that had lost its owner, slammed it on its belly, and with the sharpness of Anduriel, I struck forward again. Only this time, I don't have the idea of killing Gaang easily, who knows how many masters like this have around Gaang? I still have four throwing knives left, there is no need to waste them here.

In the blink of an eye, I had passed through the central road of Tishpordin, and behind me, there were more than two hundred bloody guards, and in the direction we came, the fire had begun to spread from tent to tent. In front, the two forces of the Eighth Brigade of the Guards had converged, and if you looked down from above, you would find that a third of the military tents on the original site of Tispordin, which had been tightly organized, had been caught in an unstoppable fire.

I smiled at the successful rendezvous with the Eighth Guard, and turned my horse's head to chase after the Seventh Guard, who had left earlier, despite the fact that the wound in my chest was oozing blood.

I can guarantee that Gaang, the figure of that legend, will remember my name from this moment on.

Emmons! Angry Emmons!

If anyone suffers a loss to me, I will definitely ask for it back!!As I climbed the hill from last night, the night owl that had been squatting on my shoulders suddenly flapped its wings very uncomfortably, as if intending to fly, and I saw that the Swadian soldiers around me, who had been blinded by our presence, had picked up their crossbows again, and the fog around them had gradually faded, so I patted it lightly and said, "Don't make trouble, it's dangerous up there." ”

The night owl then stood up again.

We raced in the direction of the departure of the Seventh Guard, the sun was getting higher and the fog was getting lighter, and by the end we could already faintly see something a few hundred meters away.

Along the way, there were traces of battle, some broken shields and broken broad-bladed spears left on the ground, but luckily we didn't see many corpses, either the Seventh Guards or the Svadians, which means that so far, everything is fine.

I added a whip, a little anxious, to see that the fog was almost very light, and finally released the night owl, and when I saw it whistle, it disappeared directly into the air, which calmed down a little.

But strangely, within ten minutes, the night owl fell again, and at its speed, it could only search a few miles ahead at most.

I was a little surprised, thinking that my instructions were not clear, but as soon as I touched the night owl with Anduriel's black flame connection, I suddenly saw some strange fragments of memory.

It wasn't a bird's-eye view of the ground that I had seen before, but what I saw this time was a scene in the sky. The distant horizon was full of white clouds, but in the cotton-like clouds, a small black dot slowly drew closer and closer.

Then the night stalker let out a clear whistle, and in the night stalker's memory, that was the meaning of a warning.

The black dot over there circled and flew straight over. In the eagle's understanding, this is a naked invasion.

So the night stalker changed direction and pounced on the black dot.

Closer, closer...... Wait, that's another eagle!

The other, a falcon that is almost identical to the night owl! In this falcon's talons, there is actually a letterbox strapped to it!

This means that this falcon was domesticated, and it was on a mission to deliver letters, and perhaps, along the way, it was also on a mission to investigate, just like a night owl!

Flying closer, the night stalker began to wrestle with it, and then the territory of the naked beast that lasted for more than a minute declared its desire.

After more than a minute, the falcon was finally defeated and left wounded.

But at that moment, I suddenly noticed the letter box on the falcon's leg, and on the shell was painted a glittering golden sword, which was the emblem of the Knights of the Holy Sword!

My heart immediately fluttered, the Holy Sword Knights, there are also falcons?! Not only can they send letters, but they can also investigate? Just like the role of night owls!

No wonder, no wonder, it is estimated that thirty years ago, Gaang was playing this play, with the help of domesticated falcons to send letters and reconnaissance, this is simply a pair of clairvoyance, can anticipate the enemy's aircraft first, can transmit intelligence and liaison deployment in the blink of an eye, it is no wonder that Gaang can achieve such a fabulous record!

In other words, the current Gaon should probably be aware of our existence.

I look at the fog around me, it has been diluted to a considerable extent, and at such a level of visibility, there is no doubt that our existence has been clearly seen by the eagle, and it is estimated that not far ahead, the existence of the Seventh Guard has also been clearly seen. Then, with Gaon's intelligence, he must know what this means, and he also knows how to solve it.

So what now? Give up the siege and kill the light riders? So what's the next plan? Or try to make a time difference and eat them before Gaon reacts and deploys?

Time was too late, I gritted my teeth, and squeezed the horse's belly fiercely, and the horse speed immediately picked it up, no matter what, eat them first!

The guards and the eighth guards behind him also increased their speed, and the whole team seemed to fly.

It didn't take long for us to see the smoke and dust rising in front of us, and the sound of fighting in the wind, and we finally caught up!

The Seventh Brigade of the Guards kept obstructing and retreating, and the thousand light horsemen they had just caught were finally there!

I jerked out Anduriel and roared, "Brothers, shame on me!"

Behind him were the brothers who had been humiliated by the strange shame last night, and they all roared wildly, put down their rifles, and sprinted. These voices quickly attracted the attention of the front, and almost at the same time, a cavalry corps of about four or five hundred men broke away from the battle formation and met us.