Donner jumped out of the carriage sideways, only to see a dense black dot in the starry sky pressing down on the convoy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As soon as he raised his hand, the wind suddenly blew violently, and the arrows in the air were blocked by the strong wind, and all of them fell limply.

"Who is so bold!" Wesley's voice came from not far away, and then a fireball with a long tail of glitter suddenly rose into the air in that direction, illuminating a radius of hundreds of meters as if it were day.

On the side of the driveway, in the berm forest on the bank of the Boer River, dense figures were illuminated by the firelight, and there was nowhere to hide.

At first glance, there were hundreds of people hidden there, all dressed differently, except for the uniform longbows, not dressed in the black clothes that the Nightkin did, nor like the army, but like ordinary citizens gathered from all over Coennas.

Suddenly revealing their figures, these people didn't seem to panic, and still drew their bows and arrows in unison.

However, the convoy here was in a mess, and none of the coachmen had ever seen such a scene, so they either fled by car or simply jumped out of the car and fled for their lives.

However, in stark contrast to the panic of the coachmen, it was the calmness of Mino and others.

As early as when the flash fireball rose into the air, more than thirty former imperial young soldiers had already gotten out of the car and were gathering around Donner at the moment, looking like they were protecting Donner's safety.

These people have all experienced the baptism of war, and have used their flesh and blood to resist the enemy's brave soldiers on the edge of life and death, and in more than ten years of comfortable life, they may seem no different from those ordinary nobles, but when they heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air and saw the sneak attackers in ambush, the blood of the soldiers flowing in their bodies seemed to be suddenly activated.

The dense array of arrows was still flying, but Downer didn't need to do it anymore. The former youth army soldiers were originally composed of the most outstanding young people in the Femon Empire, and among the more than thirty people, there were three formal magicians alone, not to mention magic apprentices.

Only a muffled magic spell sounded, and dozens of magic shields were sacrificed in front of the crowd to protect everyone tightly.

"How do I feel like I've gone back fifteen years ago......" Mino's voice carried a hint of wildness and excitement.

Quisal laughed and drew his sword, "Brothers, are your swords rusty?"

Yet no one answered him.

Only then did Quesar remember that in the 300 youth army, except for him and Mino, all the warriors who practiced martial arts had died at the dangerous crossing of the Four Wolves Mountain, and almost all of them were practicing magic.

As soon as he thought of this, he became even more excited, and shouted: "The regiment commander gives the order! Let me charge again!"

Mino also looked back at Donner, a look of anticipation and excitement in his eyes.

"Good ......," Donner felt like a flame was burning in his chest, "Brothers, let's charge again!"

So saying, he took the lead, and rushed with his bare hands towards the archers on the bank of the river, and behind him, Mino and Quisal shouted and followed with their swords held high.

The atmosphere was blown apart by the three of them, and the rest of the dozens of former youth army soldiers who practiced magic seemed to have forgotten that they were not good at melee combat, and they all rushed towards the river bank desperately.

"The fuck won't wait for me!" Wesley pushed his beloved Harley away, as if he hadn't heard the sound of it falling, and his bloated body suddenly flew up, counting down in the air before finally catching up with Paz and them.

By this time, Donner had already plunged headlong into the ranks of lurking archers, like a hungry tiger bursting into a flock of sheep, waving his hand with blood rushing through.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, he fought with the wind blade he swung, in order not to be too shocking, he didn't use the blue fighting energy, but occasionally stepped on a few familiar string footwork under his feet, just like this, he was already in a no-man's land, and the archers around him who were already scared stupid, life and death were in his thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, Quisal and Mino also pounced on him left and right, like boiling oil dripping into water, and burst into a terrifying momentum.

Both of them were second-class knights, and the archers on the opposite side were almost all composed of reserve knights, with the occasional few full-fledged knights, and they couldn't make a few moves under them.

After the initial shock, the archers woke up from their panic, threw down their bows and arrows, drew their swords from their waists, and pounced on the trio of warbands.

At this time, Wesley and Paz had just arrived.

Wesley, like Donner, also restrained his power and used some first-order magic, and Rao did so, and the torrent of magic he and Paz and the others unleashed also killed the enemies who surrounded them.

However, there were as many as seven or eight hundred sneak attack teams lurking on the riverbank, and there were only thirty-four people on Donner's side, plus Donner and Wesley were interested in retaining their strength. As the battle continued, both Mino and Quisal were more or less wounded, and the mental power of Paz and the others was soon close to exhaustion.

However, in such an atmosphere, everyone was full of blood, as if they had really returned to the battlefield fifteen years ago.

Outside the warband, Lisa folded her arms over her chest, her expression as if she was watching a joke. In her opinion, Donner could burn these sneak attackers like flies to ashes with a single wave of his hand, and now shouting and killing like this is simply nonsense.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and when the sound was close enough to a certain extent, a human voice came.

"The Royal Knights are here!

No one paid attention to the voice, the battle here was at its most intense, Donner didn't know when, snatched a long sword from the enemy, and was protecting each other back to back with Mino, Quissar, and the three of them slowly rotated in a tacit understanding, slaughtering the enemy who still dared to come forward at their feet.

On Wesley's side, except for Path, who still has some strength left, the rest of the people have completely exhausted the divine element, but Wesley's magic is getting stronger and stronger, and he can easily protect everyone behind him.

When a group of royal knights arrived on the riverbank, they were all dumbfounded. The scene in front of me is a fight, it is simply a war.

There were lying corpses all over the place, almost as many as nearly a thousand, and in the corpse jungle, the battle was clearly coming to an end.

Dozens of swords-wielding men with bloody faces surrounded the three opponents in the middle. Outside of this warband, dozens of survivors are supporting each other, as if watching the final battle. Farther away, a woman in a white robe stood out in the night.

Someone in the knight squad of "Earl Borg...... recognized Wesley and was about to step forward to ask, only to hear Wesley shout: "Get out!

So the knights took hold of the reins and watched from a distance, and after a short while, one of them went in the direction of the palace, while the rest remained there.

Beside the riverbank, Donner could clearly feel that Mino's and Quissar's steps were getting heavier and heavier, and the strength of leaning on his back was sometimes light and heavy, and it seemed that he might fall at any moment.

But the situation with the enemy is no better. The last dozen or so people killed seemed to be full knights, and the leader of them seemed to be on par with Mino's strength. They could also see who was the strongest of the three opposites, but instead of staring at the weaker Minoan and Quisar, their attacks kept coming towards Donner.

Donner knew in his heart that this was clearly an assassination attempt against him. So far in the battle, he has already made a rough judgment of who the other party is.

"Simmons sent you here, right?" asked Donner with a sneer during a brief stalemate.

Simmons is the king of the Empire of Thorns.

"Hmph, I don't know any Simmons!" replied the knight in the lead.

The look on the face of the lad behind you says it all. Donner laughed.

The knight on the other side turned his head and glared at his companion, who hurriedly explained, "I didn't!

Then the knight realized that he had been fooled, gritted his teeth and shouted, "You demon!" and so said, he rushed forward desperately, and looked at Donner with his sword head-on.

"Mino......" Donner shouted, swinging his sword to block the enemy's long sword, although he is also a second-level Azure Knight, but the Azure Fighting Spirit is not good at strength, the moment the long sword intersected, he only felt a strong force coming from his hand, almost cracking his tiger mouth. But he still insisted on not using magic, and he didn't use the azure fighting qi to bypass the long sword and take the opponent's life.

In just an instant, the power was gone, and a long sword sank from the opponent's chest to the hilt, and Minow, who was holding the sword, looked back at Donner, and said loudly, "I've been there!"

Donner and Mino looked at each other and smiled, only to feel that the young Mino from the martial arts conference fifteen years ago was back.

He turned his head again and looked at Quisal again, and said loudly, "Has your sword ever rusted?!"

Quisal laughed wildly, "I polish my sword every day, just for this day!"

Amidst the laughter, the three of them dragged their swords and rushed towards the last dozen enemies.

The enemy on the opposite side also knew that there was no reason to survive, and swung his sword to meet him.

The Bol River under the stars is breathtakingly beautiful, and the evergreens along the banks of the river are neatly built like a line of soldiers.

In the silent battle, the last enemy fell to the ground, and then, more than thirty figures supported each other, wading through the corpses all over the ground, and surrounded the last three sword-wielding men in the center of the warband.

In the sky, there seemed to be a high-pitched aria, and against the background of the whispering cello, it shone like the holy light of heaven.

Alex walked out of nowhere and slowly approached Lisa. He suddenly felt that a strange aura was emanating from the woman in front of him.

Is it puzzled, shocked, moved or resonant? Alex couldn't tell the difference. (To be continued.) )