The jungle on the smooth side of the mountainside was rudely carved out of a clearing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info stumbled fresh wooden stakes into the wall, pointing diagonally to the sky like flower petals blooming, protecting the tents and weapon racks inside.

In the center of the camp was a pile of ashes from a campfire, and the spacious tents were all empty, except for two knights in keel armor sitting next to the racks of weapons sharpening arrowheads.

The protection of the keel armor is inferior to that of all-steel armor, but it is light and flexible, and the armor of the shoulder plate and elbow pads has bone spurs that escape from the side, the shape is rough and vicious, and it has an imposing suppressive force against the tusked beast species uranium, and is the first choice of the fallen knights who poach to survive.

"Did you hear anything?" The two Fallen Knights were chatting when they suddenly saw two bear traps at the gate of the camp jump into the air with a "bang", and fell heavily into the thick rotten leaves, landing without making a sound.

The two bear traps were the last line of defense, and because the rotting leaves on the ground were too thick to weaken the sound of horses' hooves, the Fallen Knight placed sentries in the trees and bear traps at the entrance of the camp. This clamp is very strong enough to bite off a horse's leg.

"Who is it!" The two fallen knights reacted very quickly, throwing their arrows at the same time, and threw themselves on the weapon rack to draw their thunder swords, and at the same time picked up the keel helmet, and put their heads on the lightning and flint, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Then, in the field of view outside the camp gate, a knight strolling in rode in. He had short blue hair, bangs parted from his face, swarthy leather armor, a blue cloak elegantly covered a white horse, and a long broom in his left hand, just standing up to meet the two fallen knights in the camp.

It was clear that it was this knight who cleared the trap at the entrance of the camp.

"Excuse me, you two," the blue-haired knight asked, frowning, "Did you see a guy who threw pedestrians with dragon eggs?"

The two Fallen Knights were stunned for a moment, and immediately fastened the belts of their helmets with greater speed, preparing for battle without saying a word.

The blue-haired knight was wearing leather armor, indicating that he was either too strong to need a steel plate, or too weak to wear it. If it's the former, that's fine, if it's the latter, then be wary - a weak chicken dares to swagger to the fallen knight to ask for directions, and there is only one explanation, and that is that there are government troops behind him!

However, the Fallen Knight had inflicted heavy losses on the scout squad of the government army, so he was very confident in his own combat effectiveness, and the two of them were armed in an instant, and the Thunder Sword was firmly pressed on their waists, standing back to back in a defensive posture, shouting at the uninvited guests: "Who are you? What about our sentry? Why didn't he warn us that outsiders had invaded!"

The blue-haired knight sat up straight, threw away the detector in his hand, and looked at the fallen knight with pity: "Your sentry was taken away by the wyvern, don't you know yet?"

The two Fallen Knights looked at each other. They knew that if the sentinels were still hiding in the trees, they would definitely warn them before outsiders invaded.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves stepping on rotting grass approached overwhelmingly. The two Fallen Knights slowly circled around the center of the camp in a back-to-back position as if they were on the verge of a great enemy, and because of their long hunting, they had a keen sense of hearing and knew that the camp was surrounded by the Knights.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, there is only one person who has the power to drive the weak chickens of the Knights.

"You're the Earl of Fort William!" shouted the fallen knight in the Daviking helmet, "Frederick, you're the Earl Frederick!"

"That's right. Frederick put away his hippie smile, held the reins in both hands indifferently, and looked at the fallen knight proudly: "As a reward, I have decided to answer your question honestly: your sentry has no time to warn you because of a heavy bleeding in the buttocks, and he is also helpless, so you should be considerate." ”

The two Fallen Knights looked at each other.

"Click, click", a red war horse in the armor of a flaming bird slowly paced out, appearing behind Frederick. On top of the arrogant and dazzling war horse, there was a red-armored knight like an iron tower, the blue flag spear in his hand pointed obliquely at the sky, and a soft human figure with drooping limbs hung on the conical barrel.

This human body is pierced by a spear like an iron stick through a toad. The barrel of the gun pierced through his tail vertebrae and out of his throat, indicating that the sentry must have been caught off guard when he was thrown by the spear. So the corpse's chin rested on the barrel of the gun, staring blankly at the tip of the gun, while both arms and legs fell limply under the barrel, swaying slightly with the flag, red blood and brown entrails dripping all over the flag.

"To prevent this fellow from throwing dragon eggs, I asked Sir Farragut to throw a spear a hundred paces away, and pinned this sentry friend from the treetops to the ground. My point is that it's not right to steal dragon eggs to smash passers-by - we reminded him in a slightly rougher way, sorry. Frederick glanced at the corpse hanging from the spear, his face showing no compassion, not even a hint of fluctuation: "Because I still have the patience to communicate with you in human language, not with spears, it is better for you to come out and surrender, and to surrender with gratitude, the kind with tears in your eyes." Otherwise, I will ask Sir Farragut to come out and reason. ”

Sir Farragut was grimly silent, the tip of the gun touched the ground, and the human body hanging from the barrel of the gun slid to the ground inch by inch, and the limbs of the dead man swayed like cotton strips, and when they slid to the ground, the corpse was like a mass of mud on the tip of the gun, staining the blue flag on the barrel of the gun.

"As a reminder, Sir Farragut does not speak when he reasons. Frederick added geodesically.

Under this meaningful threat, the two fallen knights were strongly stimulated and went crazy. They were never able to get the bright red spear hanging from their minds, and they thought about the "spear" over and over again.

The sentinel, with a divine power of 79, was like a roasted quail, falling from his spear and throwing it to the ground. The image made the two Fallen Knights almost gag.

To be able to throw a two-and-a-half-meter knight's spear a hundred paces away and hit a sentry in a thirty-meter treetop, that farragut would have to have a lot of perverted brawn to do this? But once hit, that terrifying destructive power can definitely pierce through the walls and pierce the plate armor!

How unfathomable is the knight in the flamingo heraldic plate armor? Has he abandoned his nationality and emigrated to the devil?

Back-to-back Fallen Knights turned their heads to look at each other.

Frederick raised his chin impatiently and shouted, "Sir Farragut! it seems necessary to teach them how to behave with the tip of a two-and-a-half-meter gun!"

"Wait!" Viking Helmet shouted angrily, "we surrender." ”

"Where are the tears!" cried Frederick insistently, "I ask very clearly, give me a grateful surrender, the kind of gratitude that brings tears to my eyes! Didn't I tell you! Are you falling on deaf ears? Are you finding fault? Just? Frederick was furious: "Sir Farragut!

Then Farragut turned the horse's head, and the bloody knight's spear was slightly lowered, aimed at the camp, and suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and the one-horned war horse jumped like a cheetah, and suddenly accelerated out, and launched a lightning charge towards the fallen knight.

The two fallen knights saw the bright red war horses rushing towards them, and they were terrified: "What about the surrender that was promised?