The crisp sound of the piano echoes through the valley, sometimes it seems like it is thousands of miles away, sometimes it seems like it is close at hand, and it is impossible to tell where it came from. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Faced with this strange situation, the robbers suddenly stirred and seemed to be a little afraid. "Boss, could it be ......?"

The leader's heart sank to the bottom, it was not the first time they had encountered such a situation, and he remembered the last time he had heard the sound of the harp almost instantly, and he looked up sharply at the sky.

In the blue sky, between the clouds, something was shining and flying in their direction.

The leader subconsciously raised his hand to protect his head. Only a "whoosh" was heard, accompanied by a scream, and an arrow was stuck in Francis's shoulder.

The leader has determined who is coming. "Damn, we're fooled! Withdraw! Withdraw!" At this moment, I can't take care of the fat in front of me, after all, no matter how valuable the goods are, they can't compare to their own heads.

Although the leader had already given the order in time, it was still a step too late. They hadn't run a few steps before the robbers standing behind felt the ground begin to shake faintly, and the amplitude grew louder and larger. "Chief, there are cavalry!" they cried out in horror, and they knew it was a sign that the cavalry was approaching.

"Hurry up and pull up, let's get out on the other side!" the leader commanded, fleeing the other way.

What seemed like a swift movement had in fact passed for several minutes, and when they ran back to Sammer's place again, they found that they could no longer pass—heavily armed soldiers several times their size had blocked the road, and swords and shields formed an impassable wall. And the three pine coats of arms on their chests and shields show who they are - they are the soldiers of Kerrydan.

"Please accept my apologies, dear Monsieur Francis, whom I have warned him not to fire arrows indiscriminately. Unfortunately, it didn't work much. One of them said in a playful tone to Francis, who was still howling. The man had a gloating smile and a cynical look in his eyes. He was dressed in a flamboyant and exaggerated manner, a favorite taste of jugglers and bards, a large striking hat not like a native of Calradia, with a swarthy feather, and a lute in his hand, which he plucked from time to time, seemingly harmless, but the sword at his waist showed that he was not of the good kind. This man was Kelrydan's court poet and knight, Orlando Dragoch. "Take it easy, my friend, you'll be fine. ”

Standing next to him was a plainly dressed young man, with a little childishness, his flaming red hair adding to his charm, and in his hand he held a compound bow that looked like a good workmanship, and was aiming at the enemy in the distance, and when he heard Orlando's words, he seemed to look away with some embarrassment, not daring to look at Francis who had fallen to the side. This is Arthur, another knight of Kyle Redan who is known as the "Beast".

He slammed his arrow at the hesitant robbers, impartially, right in front of the leader. "Up!" was his signal to attack, and as he gave the order, the soldiers roared and crashed straight into the robbers.

The robbers had no way to retreat, so they could only bite the bullet and also launched a charge. In an instant, the two groups of centaurs collided violently, and a bloody battle began. Kyrrydan's soldiers shielded themselves behind their shields, their swords slashing out as they reaped one enemy after another. Even if someone bypasses the shield and slashes them, it will be difficult to cut through the high-quality chain mail on them. With the advantage of equipment, the soldiers killed the robbers and retreated.

Arthur fought at the forefront with a bow, and when the enemy saw that he was thinly dressed and holding only a bow, they all felt that he was a soft persimmon that was easy to take, and they all surrounded him. But Arthur's toughness was beyond their expectations. Sometimes he used his fists and legs directly, and sometimes he would suddenly shoot a deadly arrow with his bow while parrying. With his athletic prowess, incredible strength, and varied fighting styles, Arthur eliminated everyone who challenged him in seemingly impossible ways. Sometimes he directly smashes people with a bow,

Orlando had already put away the lute and was engaged in a desperate fight with the leader of the other side with his sword, but it seemed to be at ease.

Although Arthur and the others had the upper hand, the robbers broke out with a burst of ruthlessness at the moment, and in order to survive, they temporarily put life and death aside. They were struck with several swords, but before they died, they slashed a soldier's thigh, making him incapacitated; the broken copper and iron in their hands could not penetrate the tough chain mail on the soldiers' bodies, so they threw away their weapons directly, flew to the enemy, and choked the soldier's neck with both hands; and even worse, the intestines had already flowed to the ground, but with the last of their strength, they smashed away the shield in front of them.

For a while, these dying robbers were barely in a stalemate with Arthur and others, and even had a faint sense of turning defeat into victory.

But they forget that the enemy is not the only one in front of them. The leader and Orlando made several moves, but they were already a little overwhelmed, and after finding an opportunity to force Orlando back, he retreated. Before he could have a chance to breathe, there were a few screams behind him. When he turned around, he saw that the billowing dust and smoke were already close in front of him!

The armor shone with a cold light, and a whole group of heavily armed cavalry was rushing towards them with heavy steps. To the chief, there was a desperate light shining on them. The tripping horse cord prepared in advance did not come in handy, and before the man who pulled him could perform his duty, he was pierced in the chest with a spear. "Drink!" a diminutive-looking knight was the first to rush into the crowd, her voice a little delicate, presumably female. She held a large longsword in her hand that did not match her figure, almost a two-handed sword. Such a weapon was very difficult to maneuver on horseback, and only the most skilled knight could do it, and she was clearly one of them.

The robbers fought back with their crossbows and spears, but to no avail, and the cavalry who stormed the crowd felt like no one. Neither the crossbow nor the spear could stop them for a moment. The addition of this new force undoubtedly completely destroyed the last glimmer of hope for the robbers.

"Enough! Enough! We surrender! We surrender! "Please be gracious!" the leader shouted when he saw his brother fall like wheat, and at last he could not take it anymore, threw his sword aside, and fell to his knees and shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cavalry immediately stopped their horses, in an orderly manner, and it must have been the result of good training.

The leader has surrendered, and the robbers have no reason to continue fighting. The weapons in their hands were all thrown to the ground, kneeling on the ground, accepting their final fate.

Arthur gasped, having not yet recovered from the Great War. The soldiers beside him did not need his edict to disarm and tie up the robbers.

The short knight dismounted, and took off his helmet, revealing his blonde hair. "Phew, I've finally caught you, this time it's up to you how you run. Her armored body looked a little thin, but judging from the greatsword on her back and the performance she had just performed, she should have a lot of strength. This is Vivien von Dillet, the deputy head of the Knights of Eveluna, the knights of Kyrrydan. She flaunted her might at the robbers, as if she had a vicious aura that needed them to be angry.

"Vivi, you're too late, according to the original plan, you should have arrived first. Arthur said, complaining to Vivi that if the original plan had been carried out, their casualties would have been much lower than they are now.

Wei Wei said heartily: "Anla, we have won anyway, don't care so much." She didn't dwell on the topic for long. "Huh, what about Eve, isn't she with you?"

Arthur pursed his mouth, dissatisfied with Vivi's perfunctory approach, but there was nothing he could do. "There she is. Arthur pointed behind him, then sighed, and walked over to Orlando, who was clearing the battlefield, to help him count the battle damage.

In this seemingly short encounter, two hours have passed from the attack of the caravan to the extermination of the robbers by reinforcements. During this time, Mr. Sammer has been through so much that he can't come back to his senses. He sat slumped on the ground, staring at this bloody battlefield in a daze, surrounded by corpses, whether it was his own or the enemy's, it seemed to be similar at the moment. He looked around aimlessly, with no sorrow or joy in his heart.

Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked his vision, accompanied by a faint fragrance. He looked up, the scorching sun had accidentally burned his eyes, and he quickly blocked the sunlight with his arm, trying to see who was standing in front of him.

The man's face gradually became clear—a beautiful, beautiful, unfaultable, delicate face appeared before his eyes. His long, flowing black hair fluttered in the wind, and if it weren't for the slightly purple pupils, Sammer would have almost thought it was his own people. Sammer was deeply shocked by the young girl in front of him, he had never thought that a foreign woman could be so radiant, and he was a little speechless for a while.

It wasn't until the girl held out her hand to him that he reacted and stood up holding her hand. Sammer didn't expect a woman's hand to be so strong, and it took almost no effort to pull him up. "Allow me to apologize to you, guest from afar, for my incompetence that caused you to spend a difficult noon in Kerrydan. The girl bowed slightly and apologized to him.

Sammer's heart jumped, and he asked in disbelief, "Dare to ask Your Excellency?" Although he spoke Karadis, he accidentally used the grammar of his homeland.

But the girl seemed to understand what she meant, and she smiled lightly and said, "I am the lord of Kelreddan, the head of the Knights of Eveluna, and the Count of Eveluna Falst. ”