In the middle of the night, Hora Ludwig slept soundly in his arms in a luxurious and warm carriage with two female cadet knights in her arms. The barking of a guard dog woke him from his sleep in the distance.

Although the vigilant dog barked fiercely, Hora didn't bother to open her eyes, and reached out to knead the soft and smooth body in her arms, which made the personal maid gasp. Not to be outdone, the female apprentice knight behind him also wrapped her slender jade legs.

The vigilant dogs bred by the Ludwig family are medium in size and low in combat, but they are very sensitive to perception and are especially sensitive to the blood of their own kind, making them very suitable for night vigilance. The northern part of Dwemick's territory is high and densely forested, and it is normal for nocturnal beasts to attack the warning dogs. The scout on night will soon be on hand to deal with the beast that doesn't know whether it's alive or dead.

The scout's whistle suddenly became harsh, and Hora snapped her eyes open. The orderly noise in the camp reassured him a little, but he still pushed away the beauty's entanglement, lifted the thick blanket of cashmere, stood naked on the floor of the carriage, and commanded in a deep voice.

"Armor. ”

The Count of Hora was tall and well-proportioned, with tight muscles, and in the misty light of the crystal lamp in the carriage, he looked like a sculpture full of strength and masculine beauty. The two female apprentice knights laughed, stepped off the soft couch, and began to put on the armor of their masters.

They are also indifferent, bending over and leaning over, their snow-white and delicate bodies are revealed. But Hora turned a blind eye to the hip waves in front of her, her expression was cold and serious, and she was unmoved by the two maids rubbing each other.

It wasn't long before a shrill whistling sound came from far and near, and Hora finally changed color. A thud rang out from the top of the carriage, and the wailing of horses and the painful screams of soldiers were heard in the camp.

"Longbow Shooter!"

Hora squeezed a word out between her teeth, and turned her head to see that the delicate faces of the two maids had lost their blood color and had turned pale as paper. He smiled slightly, "Baby, don't be afraid...... Go get my Mithril armor out. ”

The master's composure gave the maid great comfort and courage. Showing the standard of a cadet knight, they lifted their beds, dragged out a heavy wooden box, and took out a set of silver-white heavy armor from it, and skillfully draped it for Hora.

The bronze wooden door of the carriage was violently torn off, and the bitter cold wind poured into the warm carriage with screams and screams. The two maids exclaimed in surprise and hid behind Count Hora.

Robert, the knight of the guard, instinctively glanced at the two snow-white and graceful bodies, turned his gaze to Count Holla, and shouted, "My lord, the enemy is attacking!"

"Get out!"

Robert opened his mouth, then jumped out of the carriage and turned his back to the door.

Hora wasn't annoyed that Robert had caught a glimpse of the spring of his personal maid. In an existential situation, what do the two female apprentice knights count as entertaining Israel? Hora Ludwig needs time to break through the 25th elemental slot and set foot in the transcendent realm to fight for a chance for himself.

The fighting spirit that had been polished for a long time was extremely pure, and it easily resonated with the 25th elemental slot, followed by the 26th, and 27th ...... It wasn't until the 28th elemental position resonated that the surging fighting spirit subsided unsustainably. Hora shook his head with a slight regret, he had another 5 years to resonate with a full 32 elemental levels, reaching the intermediate stage of the Silver Knight, and now it was only a primary consummation. But in any case, his life form has undergone a qualitative change, and he is no longer a mortal.

The exchange of Void Elementals and bodies caused Hora to perceive that three hundred and fifty meters away, some 200 longbowmen were constantly pouring conical arrows into the makeshift camp. This conclusion diluted the joy of promotion to the transcendent realm, and made Hora's heart even heavier.

The longbow is extremely powerful, the maximum projectile distance is close to 420 meters, it can penetrate hard leather armor and pad armor within 280 meters, or penetrate the chain mail, and even the plate armor can not resist a frontal hit within 150 meters, and at a range of 80 meters, the cone-shaped armor-piercing arrow shot by the longbow is simply indestructible.

Correspondingly, a longbow shooter must have a strong physique, superb technique and stable psychological quality, and after years of hard training, he can fully realize the power of the longbow and arrow.

Of course, these enemies only use the farthest projectile method to shoot at a fixed camp, and they are not full-time longbowmen. However, the meaning behind them made Hora shudder.

With a range of more than 320 meters, the longbow lacks actual combat value, and the end of the strong crossbow has no effective lethality, let alone accuracy, even ordinary soldiers can maneuver to dodge shots. But in the darkness, the longbowmen didn't need to shoot accurately, they could just use the light of the campfire to shoot sharp arrows into the camp. The long range neutralized the camp's superiority, leaving the camp's crossbowmen with no room to counterattack. Waves of arrows, even if they are inefficient, can still make the camp guards unable to raise their heads. The situation of being beaten and not fighting back can quickly disintegrate the fighting spirit of the soldiers, and the frightened horses will flee in all directions, causing chaos in the camp. The loss of their horses meant they had nowhere to run. Because longbowmen never act alone.

How many enemies are there behind the 200 longbowmen?600 or 800?and how many knights are there...... Or a high-ranking knight?

In other words, these enemies have clear goals, have all the intelligence, and have overwhelming strength. Hora knew nothing about them.

However, now is not the time to pursue the identity of the enemy, and Hora must try to save her life.

"Are you alright, sir?" asked a valet timidly.

Hora came back to her senses, touched their plump and snow-white breasts, and smiled softly and gently, "Don't be afraid, baby...... Dress up nicely and stay in the car and wait for me to come back. ”

The two female apprentice knights, with their cheeks dyed pink, carefully buckled the Mithril armor for Hora, put on their helmets, and when he turned to get out of the carriage, they said coquettishly: "May the enemy bleed under your sword." ”

"Hmm. Hora paused, muffled in response, and stepped out of the carriage without looking back.

Robert saw the yellow air flow that appeared from time to time around Hora's body, and muttered with a complicated expression: "My lord, you have been promoted to ...... ahead of schedule."

"Don't mind, man. The enemy is coming at me, and if I don't give it all my strength, won't I be sorry that they have worked so hard to run over and block me?" Hora laughed, patted Robert's shoulder armor, and looked up at the camp.

As Hora expected, most of the soldiers hid behind the carriage unharmed, except for a few unlucky ones who were wounded by the first two waves of arrows. But frightened horses and livestock were running in all directions, and some had already rushed out of the camp. Fortunately, the camp was very wet after the rain, and the bonfire was extinguished again, so there was no fire. However, the arrows fired by the enemy still landed in the crowded and dark camp, indicating that the longbowmen were no ordinary archers.

Robert blocked a falling arrow with his adamantite shield and asked, "My lord, who is dealing with us?"

"We don't have a pastor with us...... Mostly the Marquis Sophia. Hora shook his head, and as he walked through the rain of arrows, he said, "There is no point in pursuing the identity of the enemy now, the key ......" and he suddenly shouted in a state of rage: "Vamon Dwemick!

The sheriff of Ascending Stone City ignored the roar of Count Hora, stepped on his horse, led more than forty cavalrymen, and rushed straight in the direction from which the long arrow had come from.

"My lord, Lord Vamun has gathered a group of horses, saying that he wants to break up the enemy's longbowmen. Robert explained in disbelief. He had just admired the heroic feats of the Vamun knights.

"This bastard is going to run away!" Count Hora said through gritted teeth, the void elemental surrounding the Mithril armor suddenly expanded, and the invisible force field made Robert take half a step back.

Why did Vamun rush to the enemy's position? Isn't this a death?

Robert, the Guardian Knight, was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask the enraged Silver Knight why.

Hora came from a well-known family and received an elite commander education from an early age. He had already mastered the current situation in the carriage.

The enemy sneaked up at night and launched a surprise attack from one direction, indicating that they had limited forces to mobilize. This means that they cannot, and are not prepared to wipe out everyone in the camp, whose purpose is to behead Hora. The rain of longbows and arrows covered the camp, which seemed to be huge, but in fact the killing of the soldiers was limited, mainly to disperse the horses, cause chaos, and then send elites to storm the camp. At this time, the soldiers should be organized to stick to the camp, using the cover of the carriage, to condescendingly snipe the enemy on the hillside, as long as they are caught until dawn and release red-eyed crows, they may not be able to turn defeat into victory.

If you abandon favorable terrain, lead your soldiers to break through. In the case of dark and slippery roads, the enemy is in pursuit, and the soldiers will inevitably disperse. Without the cover of the soldiers, Count Hora will be exposed to the elemental perception of the opposing high-ranking knights.

Lord Vammon saw through this, he knew that he was not a target of the enemy, and he did not want to be buried for Hora. He chose to break through from the front of the enemy, mainly because he was worried that the transcendent knight squads in other directions would mistake him for Count Hora.

The reason is very simple, if the opponent has more than three high-ranking knights, there is no need for longbowmen to cover the shot, and at this time they have already rushed into the camp. So Vamun decided to take a gamble, betting that the enemy would let him live in order to break the morale of the soldiers in the camp.

There were also more than 100 vigilante soldiers in the camp, and Lord Wamon's escape had a great impact on them. The enemy took the opportunity to turn them against them, and Hora would not have found it strange, let alone back-to-back coordinated operations.

Hora gritted her teeth with hatred for Vamon, but she was in no mood to explain it to her subordinates, and she didn't have time to hesitate, so she ordered: "Mobilize all the soldiers, abandon the horses, fight on foot, and when Vamun has dispersed the enemy longbowmen, we will break through from the front!"

"Yes!" Robert roared, slapped his breastplate hard, and ran to the camp to deliver his master's orders.

Not long after, the sound of hand-to-hand combat could be heard down the hillside, and the rain of longbows and arrows in the camp became sparse. Dressed in Mithril armor, Hora jumped on top of a carriage, drew her Mithril sword, and shouted, "Can the soldiers of the Ludwig family turn their backs on the enemy?"

"Never! never!" the roars of more than a hundred soldiers echoed through the valley.

"Can the warriors of the kingdom of Dodor escape the death of the charge?"

"Never! never!" More than a hundred soldiers of the security station boiled with blood and roared in battle.

"Then hold on to your weapons and shields, take the Boiling Blood Potion, follow me, and crush the enemy head-on!"

More than 300 soldiers took the boiling blood potion, struck their shields with their weapons, and shouted "Kill!" Groups rushed out of the camp like raging pythons and swooped down on the enemy in the darkness.

The four-hundred-meter downhill road is an instant for a soldier in a state of boiling blood. The dark environment combined with the scattered formation greatly limited the use of longbow shooters. But there were still a small number of soldiers who were pierced through their bodies by the whistling arrows. The screams of their companions inspired the courage and anger of the soldiers, and they rushed through two waves of arrows before they saw a shadowy enemy.

These leather-clad enemies faced an opponent close at hand, without slogans or flinching, but simply threw away their longbows, took out their crossbows and shot them once, and then threw away their crossbows, drew their hard bows, spread out their formations, and shot as they went.

Mobile shooting is a difficult hand-to-hand archery skill to master. Archers need to be cool-headed, agile and energetic, as well as the courage not to panic in the face of an enemy at hand. Only then did the Ludwig soldiers realize that the enemy's longbowmen were all elite melee archers.

However, melee archers are a very weak class. Almost no clan trains melee archers, except for mountain hunters who lack melee weapons!

The elite soldiers of the Ludwig family were dressed in steel-ringed chain mail with hard leather armor inside, and although they were shot all over their bodies with feathered arrows, they looked very scary, but they were all slightly wounded. Only those who were shot in the head, face, and throat were killed from serious injuries.

In the light of night, it is not easy to move your position, keep a distance of more than 15 meters from your opponent, and still shoot at your opponent's vital point.

The soldiers of the Ludwig family were given a potion of boiling blood, and their speed and strength were greatly increased. Quite a few of them seized the opportunity and raised their spears to stab the melee archers. However, the enemy was extremely agile, and the weight of leather armor was much lower than that of chain mail, and they could draw their iron scimitars to go head-on with the Ludwig's shield-spear infantry. Even when they were pierced through the body with a one-handed spear, they grasped the piercing short spear and lunged forward fiercely, slashing off the soldier's head or arm with their backhand.

The battle was scorching and entangled, but it was not as fierce as expected, and there were not many dead and wounded soldiers. The soldiers of Hora and the soldiers of the police station roared in anger, chasing the enemy's archers and slaying fiercely, unable to maintain the formation of the combat squad. Hora looked secretly anxious, her figure flashed, she killed two melee archers, and shouted: "Don't entangle!

At this moment, three teams of enemy heavy halberd shieldmen, led by three armored knights, entered the battlefield in an attempt to disperse the assembled soldiers.

Hora's eyes lit up, and the Mithril sword pointed at the enemy's knight squad, and ordered: "Kill them!" Then, he grabbed Robert, who turned around to fight, and said quickly in a low voice: "The other party's high-ranking knight has not yet appeared, let's take advantage of the chaos to rush out!"

The knight's physical strength and speed are much stronger than that of the war horse, and the soldiers of Hu Cong cannot catch up with their knight lord without a mount. Hora was not prepared to lead the soldiers out of the siege from the beginning. The role of these soldiers was to cover him as he rushed out of battle. Now that the enemy's knight squad has appeared, and the forces of the high-ranking knights responsible for intercepting on the battlefield have been dispersed, it is a good opportunity for Hora to lead the knight guards to break through. As long as Hora can take advantage of the chaos to break through, the enemy does not have the heart to annihilate so many soldiers. As long as Hora ran wildly, by the time the other party's high-ranking knights reacted, they couldn't catch up.

However, Count Hora had just run two steps with his knight when he ran into a real opponent.

Three sturdy knights wrapped in adamantite armor with more than thirty soldiers blocked their way. The man at the head was armed with two halves of 1.6-meter-long pure gold decapitation swords, and his gaze under the mask was like an invisible steel cone.

A familiar figure conjured up in Hora's mind, and he let out a long laugh, pointing the Mithril sword at his opponent and shouting, "It's Lord Nelson Randall!

"Hey, I'm going to kill you with anything right now. Nelson swung two sword flowers with a weight.

"Kill me, just because you, a fierce warrior, want to kill the great knight?" Hora sneered, "Your three knights will entangle with my soldiers in the back. I have two knights on my side, six probationary knights. And you only have 2 knight helpers. Wait until I kill you, and then I'll go to Sophia to settle the score!"

"Boring temptation. ”

Nelson stepped ten meters in one step, and reached Hora in three steps, and the Adamantite decapitating greatsword slashed at his head. Hora turned her fighting spirit, the Void Earth elemental sank into her body, and the Adamantite Shield shattered the air, slamming the oncoming decapitating greatsword with a frenzied shockwave.

Hora had the confidence to unleash the fierce warrior's straight slash. The Void Earth Elemental made the dirt beneath his feet as solid as rock, and the Silver Knight, who was friendly to the Earth Elemental, was never repelled or crushed head-on with the power of the Earth. How much power can a ferocious warrior exert when he steps on the mud?

The Mithril longsword swirled around the brown air current, and when Nelson showed his gap, it could pierce his armor and shatter his heart!

At this moment, Hora heard a powerful heartbeat, like the roar of war drums. The decapitating greatsword slashed down, doubling in power, crushing the Adamantite shield into Hora's Mithril shoulder armor, nearly splitting him in half.

Nelson used the vibrational arcane technique, and the force of the great sword pushed the greatsword into Hora's body, and he felt that he was cutting through a tough rock, and the blade of the sword could not be pressed against the top of the heart.

The adamantite shield in Hora's hand was blocking the Heartbreaker, and a thin mist of blood erupted from the terrifying wound, and was sucked back by the invisible force. He raised his head, his gaze deep and cold. Nelson's cold hairs stood on end, and without thinking about it, he let go of the greatsword in his right hand and raised his leg to kick Hora's breastplate.

The furious kick failed to shake Earl Hora half a step, and Nelson sprinted backwards.

Nelson retreated faster, and Hora chased faster. The slippery dirt solidified beneath his feet, power piercing through the blade, and the Mithril longsword emitted a terrifying hum that stabbed Nelson in the chest.

The Knight's standard skill - Thrust!

The knights of both sides have collided together, and it seems that neither of them can change Nelson's mortal ending. Behind him, an ordinary soldier sprang out, and without hesitation, he met the unstoppable thrust!

Hora's eyes cracked, and the Mithril sword stirred, and the soldier's strong body was torn to pieces by invisible force. In the flesh and blood in the sky, a terrible purple streamer flashed, swept past the neck of Count Hora, and the noble head flew down into the mud and sewage with the blood fountain that rose to the sky.

The winner lives, and the loser dies. Life and death are only a matter of momentary danger.