Sergio Glass let out an "oh" and said no more. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The unicorn galloped in the direction of Emilin for about ten minutes, and soon found an official road leading from Tosdel to Emilin, flanked by half-man-high pastures. Once on the official road, I began to release night owls constantly, gathering information on the area, and carefully bypassing a few Rhodok patrols.

There were unexpectedly large patrols of the Rhodok near Emilin, and it seemed that the Rhodoks had smelled something near Emilin, and I began to worry about them in Tedamir, for fear that the foolish thing would do to them.

Luckily, until I arrived in Emilin, there was no sign of a fight. At this time, it was still before dawn, and the entire village of Emilin was immersed in night.

Sergio Glass jumped out of the unicorn's basket. Although the unicorn ran smoothly, the guy was still dizzy all the way, shouting to stop and stop, but it was still at the destination that he finally had a chance to come down and catch his breath.

I cautiously sneaked up on Emilin, but I didn't know much about the situation, and it was hard to say whether it was mine, or the Jury, or the Rhodok, who was waiting for Emilin.

I stepped on the unicorn's back, poked my head out of the low earthen wall of Emilin, and inside, Emilin's threshing floor and stables were empty, with no haystacks or horses, and it looked as if the whole Emilin was empty.

But why is there someone holding two lights shaking on the watchtower over there?

Wait a minute!

Before I could lower my head, I heard a faint rustling sound like the wind blowing leaves, which seemed to make an arc through the air, and it was rapidly approaching.

At the same time, an extremely terrifying sense of crisis suddenly came to my heart, as if I had reached the line between life and death.

Sensing my momentary stiffness, the unicorn suddenly became short, and my body involuntarily fell off its back.

The moment I lost my center of gravity, I felt something sharp suddenly slash over my head, and I fell to the ground.

I barely opened my eyes, frightened and wounded, and there was a half-cut crossbow bolt stuck in the ground, which should have slashed above my head.

I touched the top of my head, and there was no blood, but the hood of the black cloak had been cut a half-foot long, and if it weren't for the unicorn turning me upside down, the bolt would have plunged straight into my forehead.

I lay on my stomach against the wall, stretched out my hand and pulled out a crossbow arrow inserted in the soil, which is different from the standard crossbow arrows I usually see, the arrow cluster of this crossbow arrow is very sleek and streamlined, with some fluffy feathers stuck to the tail, and the overall arrow shaft is not a standard cylinder, but also a streamlined shape with a thick top and a thin bottom, so that the crossbow should be able to ensure the stability of the trajectory when flying in the air, and also avoid making too much unnecessary noise.

The effort of this crossbow bolt alone is no less than an ordinary Germanic sword.

Who is it that has such leisure?

I was still hesitating, when I suddenly saw Sergio Grass's mouth grow and his face showed an incredible expression, he pointed to the sky, and gestured to me again, as if to tell me to get out of the way.

I subconsciously looked at the sky, but there was nothing.

But in the next second, I was covered by a dense black steel needle falling from the sky and enveloping my head.

These steel needles did not fall vertically from the sky, but had a certain projectile arc, which should have been shot from inside the earthen wall, and the ballistic angle was simply superb.

I'm not worried about the steel needle, because the unicorn has already opened its transparent shield at the first moment. Although the soul reserves in the crystal ball have long been empty, the unicorn's own energy is enough to resist attacks of this level.

Sure enough, with a brush, dozens of steel needles were sprinkled on the protective cover, but they failed to penetrate and flew out in all directions.

There should be a very good sniper on the opposite side. The terrain around here is all endless flat land, and only the buildings in Emilin Village can provide some cover, so I can't turn around and escape, and the only option is to forcibly break into Emilin, but I don't know the reality inside, and under the monitoring of the other party's snipers, I don't dare to release the night owls, so I ended up in such a beaten situation.

I gritted my teeth and stood against the earthen wall, trying to minimize my bullet surface, no crossbow bolt would penetrate the earthen wall anyway, would it......

As soon as I thought of this part of my mind, I heard a terrible scream and a dull wind from the earthen wall behind me, which was definitely not what ordinary crossbow arrows could shoot, at least that of Rhodok's siege crossbow, and it seemed that this sound was still excessive.

The unicorn knocked me to the ground again, and as I fell, a cluster of arrows the size of a child's fist, in the shape of a spiral drill, shot straight through the earth wall, and crashed out, and if I had stood in the same position as before, I would have been shot a fist-sized hole in the blood.

After this thick arrow pierced through the earthen wall, it ran out of strength and got stuck in the earthen wall, which shows that the guy who shot this arrow didn't seem to have any kung fu, at least not as good as Finreal's fantasy novel-like skills, but it could force me to be embarrassed, even if it was separated by an earthen wall, I was still worried that I would be killed by accident, which was even more tricky than dealing with Finreal.

I touched the flying knife on my waist unwillingly, thinking that I didn't see each other, and I didn't know if this flying knife would work.

I was hesitating when Sergio Glass suddenly said aloud, "Friends inside, please stop." We are just passing guests, and we don't know where to offend you, so we will leave immediately, and please don't rush to kill them all. ”

As Sergio Glass said this, he bent down slightly, leaned forward slightly, and slowly reached behind his back with his two hands, gripping his two scimitars tightly.

I know that he is definitely not begging for mercy, but lying to the other party's answer, and once the other party answers, he catches the bearing, and he will immediately give a lightning blow.

As for whether this blow will work, it depends on whether his style has changed.

There was silence behind the earthen wall for a while, and then, as I leaned against the base of the wall, I heard a rustling sound from inside, and I didn't know what it was. After a while, when Sergio's movements were about to stiffen, a voice suddenly came from inside that was very familiar to me, and although I hadn't heard it for a long time, it still felt warm when I heard it again.

The voice said, "If you said you would leave immediately, why don't you leave now?"

As soon as he spoke, Sergio was like a black whirlwind, wrapped in the shadows of the sword, and swept over the wall in a flash.

I only had time to shout, "Keep people under the knife!"

At the same time as my voice rang out, there was the clanging sound of a string of knives like fried beans slamming against the iron billet, and Sergio's exclamations and curses.

I didn't think about it, so I stepped on the unicorn and climbed over the wall, and as soon as I got over it, I shouted, "Stop fighting, it's all my own people!" Kress, stop! I'm Emmons!"

As soon as my voice came out, I felt a strong wind pounding heavily on my chest, but because of this sound, it stopped abruptly.

Then, with a heavy breath, Sergio stood in front of me, looking at me suspiciously, and then at the thing hidden in the moonlight on the other side.

Yes, a large man, several heads taller than me, or even a heavily armed Swadia knight, about three and a half meters or so, holding a huge oak-lined steel shield in his left hand (if that one counts), and wielding a blunt rough iron billet more than two meters long in his right hand, which he had not yet had time to process. The big guy was in the shape of a man, and his body was covered with incomparably fine, glowing steel plate armor, and many iron nuts and pulleys could be seen through the gaps and joints of the plate armor, and at the position of the big guy's head, the face armor of a fine covered helmet slowly opened and made a creaking sound.

From the open visor, a face full of confusion, then excitement, and then ecstasy.

It was a familiar face, very familiar, very familiar, growing up together in Buyoune, going to the mountain people training ground together, and this face was always with me, until I was kicked out of the training ground by Mebius, and I never met again.

Kress, the guy who likes to tinker with weird things, is just like me and is discriminated against by the Nords of Buyoune. He didn't seem to have changed at all, except for a little weight loss, a little messy hair, sunken eye circles, and a little worse complexion.

He seemed to be tinkering with his strange things, and, judging by the big creature in front of him, was getting stranger and stranger.

My eyes widened, and I looked this big man up and down, and I remembered that Krease was not tall, and even a little thin, and it was impossible for him to grow like this in half a year. I patted the big guy's belly with a sonorous sound.

I said, "Kresss, what is this?"

There was a creak of the door opening from behind the thing, and Kress came out of it, still thin and thin, with red eyes, and gave me a hug without saying a word.

Kress said, "Boss, I'm finally alive to see you!"

I patted him on the shoulder and didn't speak, knowing that he must have suffered a lot along the way. Now that Caesar is dead, and Molodov is dead, among my old brothers in the village, there is only Kress left.