Spread out and don't face their onslaught!"

Seeing that the knights of Emerald Wood City were about to rush in front of them, the mercenary group grew up and shouted at the group of electric monks behind them. As the acting knight of the mayor of Soft Maple City, according to the rules of the knight jousting conference, he has the power to give orders in the jousting ring.

However, the six electric monks ignored it. "A bunch of idiots," the mercenary captain didn't bother to talk to them, pulling the reins of his horse, he drove his mount out of the stab, "you have to dodge the first wave of impact, you can't fall next to that mastodon, or it's still too dangerous." ”

But as soon as he ran away on his own, the electric monks immediately acted in unison. Just as the fat mayor once said to the mercenary chief, every electric monk is proficient in riding skills, and they control their horses to form a skirmish, and they don't grind at all.

Without any communication, the electric monks all rounded their arms and threw the short-handled spears in their hands as throwing spears at the galloping mastodon knights.

The twelve short spears formed an encirclement, and the broken bear head sitting on Tango's back could not hide, so he could only throw the riding spear in his hand with great force, and then snatch a spare shield from the saddle of the elephant, and with the tower shield on his left arm, he swung it vigorously to block the attacking short spear.

The sharp spear tip slashed through the thickened oak shield covered with iron sheet, making more than a dozen "snort" scraping sounds, and two short spears pierced the mastodon's skull from a tricky angle, but were blocked by the thick soft fur and leather of the tango, causing no harm.

Contrary to what Shattered Bear had thought, the knights on the other side who didn't look very strong were actually throwing very powerful weapons. Bombarded by the short spear continuously, even if he blocked it with his shield in time and was not injured, he was carried out of the saddle by the force of the impact.

The Goliath warrior, who was more than eight feet tall, fell straight from the mastodon's back, but fortunately, the knights of Emerald Wood City behind him were well-trained, and they turned their horses' heads to let go of the broken bear's body so that he was not trampled by the horse's hooves.

But in this way, the wedge array was broken up in an instant—with a surprise attack, the opponents had fulfilled their tactical intentions—and the electric monks immediately drove their mounts, "da-da-da", bypassing the tango that wanted to intercept them, and rushed to the side of the knights of Emerald Wood City.

Without the short-handled spears, the electric monks immediately unshackled their chains from their saddles and slammed them at the knights. Unlike other weapons, the iris shield in the hands of the knights of Emerald Wood City was somewhat powerless in the face of the flail.

The chains were always able to go around behind the shield, giving the knights a blow they didn't expect. Even though they all wore iron lobster gauntlets and shoulder armor, the spiked flail hammer head could turn their bodies under their armor blue and purple as long as they hit.

In just one face, except for Grimm and the two skilled Thom Holy Warriors, the other knights of Emerald Wood City wearing dark green armor were all dismounted by the surprise attack of the electric monks. There was a knight whose feet were still stuck in the stirrups and were dragged out by the war horse for more than forty yards. The remaining knights tried desperately to get to their feet, but the Electro Monks slammed their helmets with their flails, knocking them to the ground again.

"Change the mace!" Green exclaimed, then immediately threw away his riding gun and scooped up the mace that hung from his saddle buckle. He slammed the flail with his shield and then picked up a mace and struck one of the electric monk's shoulder blades.

The two-pound hammer shook his opponent with a sound similar to that of a wooden stick hitting soaked leather, but that was the end of it. Judging from the way he dressed, the electric monk only wore a piece of chain mail at most in his linen burqa, and he didn't wear protective gear such as shoulder pads at all.

But the hammer hit him, but it only seemed to cause him a little trouble. He did not let out a terrible howl, nor did the body he was hit undergo abnormal deformation like a normal person.

The iron helmet on his head was filled with a smell of sweat similar to wet cow dung, and feeling the anxiety in his heart, Green quickly settled down. He tightened his hips, and the clever war horse that sat down immediately understood his master's intentions, and rushed forward.

He reached into the saddlebag, took out two thistles infused with shock oil, and threw them behind him without looking. This is not to injure the opponent, but to prevent the opponent from hitting the snake and riding the horse with a stick.

The thistles collided with each other and exploded with a "bang". Taking this opportunity, Green hurriedly took out a fully wound hand crossbow from his saddle bag. He turned his horse's head and clamped his crossbow to his lobster's gauntlet, intending to target his opponent for a fatal blow.

It's just that the electric monk who was chasing him didn't pay attention to him at all, and the man ran directly to the other Thom Holy Warrior.

"Damn it......" Green cursed in his iron helmet, but at that moment, the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air suddenly sounded beside him. The other electric monk had detoured back to his side, and was now slashing at him.

Green raised his shield to block the onslaught, but the expected slam didn't appear on his arm. After a crisp sound of "pop", the war horse under the crotch of the emerald wood city chief immediately let out a wail.

It turned out that the enemy didn't want to attack Grimm at all, and his real target was actually Grimm's mount. Grimm's vision was obstructed due to his iron helmet, so he didn't notice it in advance.

The poor war horse was hit head-on, and the vest it was wearing did not play a great role in protection, and the huge horse's head instantly became a blur of flesh and blood, and red and white things flowed out along the gaps in the vest. After the wail, the horse's hooves went limp, and he fell to the ground with Grimm.

There was a murmur of "buzzing" from the stands, and many mayors who were watching the competition stood up angrily. "Knights won't do anything like that, and the jousting tournament can't deliberately hurt the opposing knight's mount!"

According to Ramsay's tradition, many of the aristocratic class, even the most ordinary knightly class, were very pure "Hermes". Unless they are forced to do anything to the battlefield, they will never harm their horses.

Some hired knights, because they did not have fiefdoms, often suffered from poverty. But even if they only have one or two gem coins in their pockets, many people will spend that money on buying an apple for a mount and a bag of oats.

"Unruly knights don't deserve to be knights!" In addition to the big names in the stands, many knights who lost the morning game and were disqualified are now standing next to the tournament to watch the game.

They slashed their swords against the railings, venting their anger and shouting rebukes for the injustices that have taken place on the field.

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