Chapter 013: Engagement

Characters in this chapter: Freelancer - Rog, Pirate King - Nabal, Ellenn. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

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The sound of horses' hooves scattered like a summer thunderstorm, roaring in everyone's ears.

Nabar's soldiers are gathering their formation, forming a rectangular phalanx, and standing at the front of the dragon's head, it is the solemn heroic posture of Nabar, the god of war of Vajra!

He looked ahead with a resolute face, looking at the knights who rushed towards him like crazy, since ancient times, riding and walking have been a recognized law, but they are still too naïve, such a ridiculous statement, in his barracks, does not exist!

His mighty body trembled strangely under the golden sun, and a fine iron flying axe that was still tightly held in his hand just now quickly flipped and rushed out, it constantly cut the air in the air, and circled wildly as if it were a steel god of war.

The first knight who rushed out at the head looked up at the axe that was rushing towards him with some disapproval, and tilted his body, ready to dodge the deadly axe as usual.

However, his contemptuous act was destined to cost him his life!

The cold steel sliced the flesh and bones apart, and with that creepy sound, pillars of blood rose happily into the sky, beads of blood stained the vigorous green grass beneath his feet, and his head was thrown down with a thud, bringing an ominous sound to his companions.

The stunned expression of one of the knights next to him had just froze on his face, and the axe swooped down on him like a devouring tiger, and without a trace of pain, he happily went to hell to talk to Satan.

And the flying axe was also stuck between his sternum because of exhaustion, and the axe was submerged, and he was already dead and couldn't see through it anymore.

There was no trace of surprise on Rogge's face, he just gave a muffled order: "Everyone, charge!" Rogge's index finger pointed straight forward, roaring like a dragon roaring through the sky.

The knights who followed him did not feel a trace of timidity because of Nabal's horrific actions just now, they were all veterans of war for many years, and they could not count the big scenes they had seen.

Even if Rogge was chopped to death with an axe just now, and the deputy commander, even the deputy commander was killed in battle, it doesn't matter, just point out one person to lead everyone, and you can fight endlessly!

"Kill!" they roared with red eyes, and charged like thunder on their horses, and their hearts could not be said to be without grief and indignation, but the best tribute to their comrades who died on the battlefield was to cut the enemy into a thousand pieces!

Nabal didn't think highly of them because of this, because in his eyes they were already dead people.

All he had done was hasten the death of the dry bones in these graves!

The knights rushed forward, their swords of steel raised, ready to drink the blood of their enemies.

Nabal's soldiers also moved, but they didn't move, they just gently used their broadswords to resist or fight!

Another mist of blood, with Nabal pressing the formation, the rogues seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and were not afraid of the attack of the knights of the ancient world who could be called human tanks.

Nabal told them to attack there, and they attacked there, because he was always right.

And they were right.

They have created a miracle that is not too big or too small. They actually withstood the attacks of the freelance knights who gathered on the mainland.

Rog they failed, they couldn't bite the other party's phalanx at all. It's like an iron plate, it's hard everywhere.

The reason why the freeknights have been able to gallop on the mainland for so many years is that they are all brave and good at fighting, and they are good at change.

Another extremely important reason is that everyone in the team they form is more or less related by blood, so if one of them dies in battle, the whole team will take revenge on the enemy like crazy.

Morale will never be a concern for them, because the more people who die, the stronger their desire for revenge and the higher their morale!

However, they were unable to break Nabar's infantry.

Not because of their own, but because there is Nabal here.

Rogge clearly realized that Nabar was the soul and backbone of the entire rogue, and as long as he existed, this team would be difficult to destroy.

So as soon as he came up, he asked to fight him, hoping to make this group of bandits break down. And yet he failed, he underestimated Nabal too much!

Although they are really strong and united. But with Nabal's bandits more united, they are outlaws, and they will never worry about where their heads will fall tomorrow.

But knights can't! they're related. Even if you can't bite open the skin with all your might, how can you talk about eating the enemy's flesh raw? A knight who can't charge is not even as good as an ordinary soldier!

Here's the problem, and it's going to be fatal!

Seeing the freelancers rushing up one by one with red eyes, Rogge wanted to pull his hair bare. The pirate's formation was so strong that unless they could inflict heavy damage on Nabal, they had no chance of winning.

But with his strength, even if he was able to defeat Nabar, he would be seriously injured, and the result would be that he would not be able to command the battle, which would be a great blow to the morale of his troops.

Besides, now that the battle has begun, there is simply no time to fight Nabal.

Is there a turning point?

Rogge suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter was heard far away in the wind, and almost all the pirates were slightly surprised when they heard this voice.

Nabal didn't figure out what was going on, and he blew off the head of a freelancer with his throwing axe while glancing at Rog suspiciously.

"Is this old fellow crazy?" Nabal muttered to himself.

Rogge was still laughing, but his laugh was not the kind of hysterical bitterness, but a smile full of confidence.

Because just now, his keen ears caught a voice, it was coming from afar, and it was approaching at a great speed, fast as the wind!

Rogge brandished his sword and rushed towards the enemy formation: "Everyone, charge!

Nabal was taken aback: "Rescuer, when did this old guy move in to help?" he stopped his movement and squinted his eyes to look behind Rogge. There are other pirates around, and he has absolute security.

A figure gradually appeared on the horizon in the distance, and his figure became clearer as the horse ran.

Dressed in tattered clothes, a shining iron sword, and an emerald green repeater, he killed it single-handedly!

Nabal laughed, "Ignorant fellow, how dare you save these dead people alone!, in that case, I will fulfill you and go to hell!" he said as he took a Viking axe in his hand, ready to let me go to the devil.

This time, however, Nabal made an absolutely fatal mistake. He believed that the cavalry gram infantry did not exist in front of him, and this is a fact.

But if he's gone, his troops will be wiped out once this law comes into effect!

Rogge didn't seem to notice the beads of sweat rolling down Aren's head, but instead beckoned the knights to retreat with a relaxed face, making room for him to make room for him, as if he wanted to watch Aren's performance well.

Alleyne cursed the other party a thousand times in his heart. Originally, he only had to face Nabal, but now it's okay, as soon as he retreats, he will face the entire army!

When I return to Chanda, I will report this to Count Arassis and remove him from his post!" thought Ellen indignantly, and could not help clenching the repeater hanging by the side of his horse.

Strange to say, as soon as I held this crossbow, I felt a sense of intimacy, and those hideous-faced pirates, Nabal, standing straight in front of the army, seemed to be irrelevant.

Because they're about to go into the ground!