Marshal Karl found that these knights threw their guns extremely accurately, and basically went to Ferdinand, and it was estimated that there would be no possibility of hitting the passenger car by mistake, so he was not afraid, and stood on the VIP seat and roared: "Frederick, are you going to rebel!"

Then a furious arrow came from behind, piercing Marshal Karl's flank and piercing the knight of the Silver Helmet, who was at the front. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The 35-millimeter-thick steel plate was directly pierced by the alloy arrow, and the arrow body was three inches into the armor, and the remaining half a foot of the arrow tail was trembling. The knight bent down in pain to cover his wounds, and turned back and shouted, "Be careful! That elf can shoot through the snow steel armor!"

The elven archer Alice dodged two spears in a row, flew behind Marshal Karl, and when he jumped and dodged, he still raced against time to release arrows, and the recurved bowstring "jumped" continuously, and the arrows kept passing by the marshal, and Marshal Carl realized that he had become Alice's humanoid bunker.

The knight at the front was pierced with three arrows in 1 second, and he was shot so that he staggered backwards, and two arrow tails grew from the arm armor that protected his head and chest, and his arm was numb in pain, and his five fingers trembled. He felt like a nail in his armor, piercing into the flesh, not fatal, but a headache.

"Nail her!" the knight felt the destructive power of the 1.6-meter recurve bow.

The two knights caught up with him, running with their faces strained, aiming at Alice and throwing their guns.

Whizzing spears flew past Marshal Karl's face.

Marshal Karl stood still, no longer daring to move, for he knew that he was alive because of the precision of both sides, not because of his slim build.

The javelin was about to hit the elf's slender waist. As long as it hits, it will push Alice ten meters away and nail it alive to the walls of the palace. The Praetorian Army in the distance has been disrupted by 13 knights disguised as squires, and if Alice is captured, the operation will be twice as effective with half the effort.

Alice is like a gymnast, suddenly stepping on the stone sculpture and jumping, jumping into the air, grinning and barely backfliping, the whistling spear flew under her arched spine, Alice like a pole vault, rubbing the javelin across her waist to cross, poofed to the ground, reached into the arrow box in mid-air, pulled out three arrows with five fingers, rolled on the ground, squatted up and pulled the bow and shot continuously, "boom boom" a string of sounds, three shots in a second, the arrows hit Frederick's left arm, thigh, and heart goggles respectively.

She could no longer care about protecting herself, for Ferdinand was ten times worse off than she was. Ferdinand was carried by the berserker, and the javelin followed him "poof!" "poof!" "poof!" "poof!" all the way, as if every second, a three-meter-long steel spear would grow from Ferdinand's feet. If it weren't for the Berserker's constant shifting and steering, Ferdinand would have been pierced long ago.

Frederick hunched and gasped, then drew three arrows one by one. The triangular arrows brought out the flesh, and the arrow holes in the armor dripped blood lines. Then he raised his bloody alloy arrow and roared, "Don't hurt your bones!

Frederick threw the arrow to the ground and rushed at Ferdinand with a scream. The distance is getting closer, 30 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters.

As early as turning his face, Frederick pushed Elena away, shouted to protect the emperor, and went straight to Ferdinand. His teammate's javelin flew above his head, and the knight who had finished running and throwing kept walking, running and drawing his heavy sword at his waist and beginning a fearless charge.

The distance of 100 meters was rapidly shortening, and Ferdinand was cornered by the screaming nobles, he was pushed away by Alice, dodged the first gun, and then was dragged away by the berserker, dodging the second, but the knights calculated the advance with great accuracy, and the knights' spears were almost 100 shots, and the landing points coincided with Ferdinand, although he missed every time and missed, but Ferdinand was already scratched and bloodied.

The berserker braking on Ferdinand's back and turning his head frequently, he could only dodge seven or eight spears. When the ninth and tenth spears were thrown, the knight who threw the spear was already 20 meters away.

The berserker carried Ferdinand on his back, staring at the flying javelins, gasping violently. Due to the constant dodging, the Berserker's speed has slowed down, and he cannot dodge javelin throws at close range. At this moment, Ferdinand felt death.

The whizzing javelin was miniature to Ferdinand's vision as an imminent dot. It was as if he had seen himself and the berserker strung together and nailed to the wall, a picturesque string of human sugar gourds.

It was only then that Ferdinand realized how wild and insidious his enemies were: within 100 meters, 13 3-meter knight guns, recklessly throwing themselves at the ant-like aristocratic seat. These cold statistics imply that the success rate of sniping is as high as 100%. And even if all 13 throwing guns were wrong, during this time, the knight had already run 100 meters, rushed to the front, raised his sword in his hand, and took away his head.

The public scene is the one with the highest success rate of assassination.

Frederick had given up everything in order to win.

Ferdinand was heartbroken and regretted his carelessness.

But at the moment when he was about to die, an ultrasound wave entered the mercenary's eardrums: "Let me take the prince away!"

Some nobles developed ultrasound organs similar to bats, so they were able to use secret language techniques.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the berserker suddenly ripped Ferdinand off his back, turned around with steps, like a man throwing a shot put, and roared and threw Ferdinand ten meters into the air.

As soon as Ferdinand let go, the berserker was pierced through the ribs by the javelin "poof", and the cavalry spear entered brightly, and came out in red and bright, and then the berserker was pushed two meters away by the conical cavalry spear, and with a "thud" it was firmly nailed to the milky white statue of Venus, and blood poured on his instep as if the gate opened. He hugged Venus's skirt tightly in pain.

The rifle pierced from the right side of the berserker's spine and exited the pedestal of the statue of Venus, the hilt "buzzing" diagonally in mid-air, and Ferdinand was already flying high into the air.

Frederick looked up at Ferdinand.

Ferdinand felt the refreshment of bungee jumping, he was like a flying fish out of the water, rising into the air in a parabola, frightened to the heart, only to open his eyes and shout, and to wave his hands wildly, but could not catch any reassuring objects, opened his mouth and was suffocated by the wind, a long cry pierced the sky.

A knight clutched the last remaining spear and raised his head to calculate Ferdinand's trajectory.

Suddenly, a big black bird flew out from behind the palace, spread its bat-like wings, and swooped down without hesitation, and Ferdinand, who fell in mid-air, rolled twice, flapped its wings again, and rose into the sky foot by foot, trying to fly away over the palace.

Alice looked up and saw that the big bird in the sky had saved Ferdinand perfectly, and immediately raised her eyebrows and exclaimed, "Well done!

This sudden flight support made the knight gnash his teeth in anger, and he was not sure whether to throw the last gun. (To be continued.) )