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Bands of Nord warriors and longbowmen rushed out in a panic, coughing and gulping for fresh air.

Something was not quite right under his feet, and Hasar's years of experience in warfare told him that this slight vibration was the approach of cavalry, but experience told him that there could be no cavalry in this rugged mountainous terrain.

In the next second, the red frenzy on the northwestern hillside explained everything.

"Long live Swadia!!" Cesar shouted loudly, leading the way!

"Long live Svadia!!"

"Svadia - Long live!!"

The twenty knights at the head of the platoon shouted in unison, their sharp spears pointing in unison.

The shouts merged with the sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground, thundering through the frightened hearts of the Nord soldiers.

Before he even had time to raise the weapon in his hand, the formation was dashed by this red sharp knife, and the ribs of the twenty Nord soldiers and the cavalry spears in the hands of the knights were broken together!

As soon as the sprint was over, the Swadia knights neatly threw down their broken spears, trained their swords and sabers, and prepared for close combat.

Although he moved sharply, he couldn't help but look at coach Cesar with suspicion.

Can you really win?

It's going to take a while for our new ones to keep up!

And that's a huge number of people gap!

Cesar knew exactly what he had to do, and he didn't delay for a moment!

Clamp the horse's belly hard.

A man and a horse shot towards Hasar like a ball of flame.

The greatsword is unsheathed!

The giant sword, which was more than one person high, swept through Hasar with the strength of the horse, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder.

Hasar, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, subconsciously raised the Nord battle shield in his hand to block.

The battle shield is tilted at a forty-five degree, which can effectively remove the sword energy.

Just block this blow and you can quickly chop it off with a short axe!

Hasar had already dealt with countless cavalry on the battlefield and knew how to deal with them.

However, in the next second, Hasar knew what a miscalculation was.

As soon as the blade of the sword arrived, the shield shattered and the person died!!

Hassal's last consciousness could still be vaguely seen that his headless body was slowly falling.

What's possible? The most well-made Nord shield in the continent. Is it vulnerable?

Is this the man who was given the name "Sword of Svadia"?

Cesar lifted Hasar's head in one hand and threw it high into the air, shouting: "The garrison is dead!

With that, Beatima turned around and immediately rushed towards another Nord non-commissioned officer in a high-ranking military uniform.

The rest of the nineteen knights unconsciously surged with blood.

That's right, the boss didn't lie to us!

Can win!

Sure to win!!

Because we're also the most elite knights in Svadia!

Wherever the greatsword goes, it can be broken!

To cut is to cut, to kill is to kill, why do you need fancy sword moves?

Even if you can see through the trajectory of the sword, you can't dodge or block.

That's what makes it strong.

This is the absolute power that is strong enough to defy the enemy!

This is the Sword of Svadia!

"Next, who!?"

"Next!"

"Here, next!!"

"Who can fight!?"

Cesar continued to charge and kill like a mad beast in the array, and everywhere he went, the Nord army was like a wave splitting, and it was unstoppable!

Half an hour later.

The sun finally hung high above Jerberg.

The sun shone brightly, and the twin sword banners of the Harongoth family were planted all over Fort Gelberg.

More than seventy Swadian soldiers, covered in blood, stood at the head of the city, looking condescendingly at the corpses of Nord and the vast expanse of grass stained with blood and ashes.

Cesar held his sword and looked to the north, muttering to himself with an expressionless face: "Nord, this is just the beginning." ”

Near the village of Ambien, a large army was marching mightily towards Fort Gerburg.

A sturdy young man in the legion tosses his throwing knife like a clown on his horse.

At first, it was three, then it increased to five, and then it increased to ten.

Ten throwing knives between the hands in turn, the faster they are thrown, and gradually connecting into an arc, the young man is full of energy, and from time to time he holds the flying knives with his mouth, and plays the unique skill of hand and mouth rotation. The warriors around him couldn't help but look sideways, wanting to see when his throwing knife would miss and hit the ground.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the young man's flying knife was slightly blown off, and the knife array was chaotic, and immediately touched each other, and it was about to scatter in all directions.

I saw that the young man was not in a hurry, and his ten fingers quickly poked out, and he grabbed the eight handfuls in front of him steadily, randomly opened his mouth and turned around to bite, and grabbed the two handfuls that flew to the back.

"Whew~ It's so dangerous. Why is it suddenly windy? The boy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled heartily.

"Chris Sein!!How many times have I told you not to play in the army!!!!," said one of the men behind him on horseback with his whole draped horse and scolded.

When Crissine heard the voice, his hands shook in fright, and he didn't grasp the flying knives steadily, and they were scattered on the ground again.

"Yes! I know I'm wrong, father. Ah, no, Lord Soldton. Crissine was so frightened of his father that his voice trembled.

"Don't be angry, Thorton, but the wind is blowing?" a calm voice came from the carriage next to him.

Salton brushed away the messy hair in front of his forehead and said, "Back to Lord Hill, it's indeed windy." ”

Hill immediately poked his head out of the carriage, and his tone was noticeably less hurried than just now: "What is the direction of the wind?"

"North Wind!"

Hill was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then returned to his face with a calm smile: "Pass the order, go down and reroute to Rudabao!"

Chris Sein and Soldon looked confused: "My lord, isn't the king's order to help defend Fort Jerburg?

Hill had already gotten back into the wagon.

"Jelberg, it's gone!"

Early summer is the season when roses are in full bloom.

In Svadia, only the soil and water near the town of Vida are suitable for the growth of roses.

Every year in early summer, large expanses of bright red roses cover the hills and plains near Vida.

The breeze blows, and the flowers are beautiful.

Countless literati and scholars stopped here, wrote poems and praises, and won the reputation of "the land of roses" for this land.

But the young man at this moment is not in the mood to enjoy the flowers at all.

Run, run forward without stopping.

The splendid costumes that symbolized nobility were torn by the wild roses all over the ground, and the sword at his waist had been lost in the panic, leaving only the jewel-encrusted scabbard swinging up and down as he ran.

Sweat was already dripping over the boy's muddy face, and his breathing became more and more rapid, until at last, he tripped over a dead branch and fell heavily to the ground.

"Run, little bunny. Keep running!" the five men with fierce faces stopped five paces away like cats playing with mice, and did not rush forward.

"Huhu~" The boy could barely breathe, but secretly clenched a stone with sharp angles behind him.

Seeing that the young man was no longer able to escape, the big men finally walked over slowly.

One of them smiled at the leading man and said, "Big brother, this kid actually has the coat of arms of the nobility on his body, and we can make a lot of money this time." No wonder he had so many guards around him. ”

Another Scarface smiled: "No matter how much it is, it's not all slaughtered for us, anyway, we used to be Nord's regular army." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, blind man, go and tie him up, chop off a few of his fingers and send them home, and then talk about the ransom. With a wave of the leader's hand, a strong, one-eyed man stepped forward with a rope.

Unexpectedly, the young man screamed, and he rolled over from the ground, and the stone in his hand used all his strength to thrust into the thief's remaining eye.

"Ahh My eyes !! damn it. I can't see anything!" the thief wailed and fell to the ground.

As soon as the blow was successful, the boy immediately pulled out his legs and ran.

"Hmph! I still have two points of courage!" The leader of the thieves did not know when it was at least a year old, and the big iron hoop-like hand tightly locked the young man's arm, and with a little more force, the young man was immediately pressed to the ground.

"Originally, I was only going to chop off a few of your fingers, but since you are so unbehaved, then chop off the entire palm!" the leader smirked, raising the short axe in his hand.

Even the last chance failed, and the boy could only struggle with an angry look.

The hatchet fell with the sound of the wind. Let him go!" exclaimed a delicate voice.

The hatchet stops midway.

The four kidnappers looked at the owner of the voice, a little blonde girl in a red riding suit was holding an ebony sword in her hand, standing on a dirt bag not far away, without the slightest fear.

"Yo, it seems like good luck today, buy one get one free. Scarface smiled.

Scarface's smile stopped in vain as the girl suddenly disappeared from his field of vision, replaced by an ever-enlarged wooden sword!

Syllable~

Scarface's face was slammed off the ground by the sword power, followed by three swords, slamming into his chest, and the sound of flesh and bone shattering faintly came.

Scarface fell heavily to the ground and could no longer stand up.

The girl waved her wooden sword and pointed straight ahead: "I'll say it again, let him go!"

The three kidnappers looked at each other, and they were overwhelmed by the little girl's momentum.

"Phew, Lao Tzu won't let go! Let's go together, she's just an eleven or twelve-year-old little girl, what are you afraid of?" The leader of the kidnappers was the first to come to his senses, and the short axe slashed horizontally.

"The Boss is right. The remaining two kidnappers also took up the single knife in their hands and besieged the girl.

The girl secretly complained in her heart, she was not proficient in her skills, and it was more than enough to deal with a single bandit, but she was afraid that she would not be able to parry it when besieged by many people.

It was just a bluff just now, and I didn't expect to be able to bluff them.

The girl is not allowed to think too much, the sword and axe are coming, and the girl can only dance the wooden sword to meet it.

Although the sword move is agile and fast, the little girl in front of her is obviously not in good shape, and the leader of the kidnappers understands this reason, and makes a big open and close move, forcing the girl to repeatedly draw the sword back to defend, consuming the girl's physical strength to the greatest extent.

As soon as the girl swung the short axe, two single knives followed, and she could only grit her teeth, lean back to avoid it, and rolled on the spot.

The three thieves were willing to let go, and the blades immediately followed, chasing after them.

If you continue like this, you can only be slowly exhausted and then captured.

"The best defense is offense!" the master's words rang in his ears again.

Hiss~ The girl's shoulders were colored, and at the same time, she struggled to slash out with a sword, and one of the kidnappers' single knife flew out of her hand.

The girl's thigh was covered with blood, and she returned the sword with her opponent's shoulder.

Bang - the girl was punched in the lower abdomen, still struggling to hit the other party with her headbutt.

Hiss-bang-bang-bang.

The battle continues, but the girl's speed is slower and less powerful each time.

Why? The boy sat on the grass.

Why do you want to fight to the death for someone you don't know at all?

He finally couldn't take it anymore, and staggered to his feet and shouted, "Ignore me!

A heavy punch slammed into the girl's face, sending her a few steps away.

The girl raised her head with difficulty and looked at the young man, her fair face was already swollen, and she laughed miserably: "What are you kidding, running away is not the behavior of a knight."

"What kind of chivalry! If your life is gone, you will have nothing!!" shouted the young man, anxious.

Heroically wiped the nosebleed on his face: "What stupid things to say, how can I have something." ”

"Because-for-me-but--Ranger-Toria--ah!" the girl, who was already swollen like a pig's head, laughed so easily, and shouted word by word.

After speaking, hold the sword and sprint.

Another punch slammed into her side.