Standing alone on the street strewn with corpses in a quiet atmosphere, Old Vernon's gaze shifted from the knight half-crouched on the left to the knight on the right who was tightening the bowstring in the same position, and then at the archers on the outer wall of Earl Clark's mansion, and his eyes were still on the opposite Count Clark and the others, he knew that he could no longer slaughter as easily as before, because even if he could ignore these weak archers, he had to make sure that his young lady was not harmed, he raised his lips disdainfully, and lowered his head to sort out the black tuxedo that had been somewhat torn by the battle with Clark, also made his clothes straight and meticulous again, he only then exerted his left foot, with the help of the power of the rebound, back to the gatehouse, and also back to his young lady's side - and at this time, his original indifferent expression has gradually eased, until he has always been quiet and strong, quiet and stubborn young lady raised his head, and his indifference was all replaced by softness, he bowed slightly, and said apologetically: "Sorry Miss, this is all the result of my fault." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Elizabeth was stunned.

"How can you say that it's your fault, it has nothing to do with you, it's my stubbornness that caused such a result, you won't blame me, right?"

Old Vernon looked at him with gentle eyes, and looked at him sitting there quietly, as if there was no great crisis around him, and the young lady who was still quiet, he seemed to want to reach out and touch her little head as he had done many years ago, but he didn't, because his young lady had grown up, and as a servant, it was obviously rude to do so, he explained: " No, the young master said that details are always the most terrible devil, but I obviously still overlooked some aspects of the details, such as I thought they were shameless enough, but I didn't think that their shamelessness based on vanity, boredom and pride had long been ingrained and become a part of their lives. ”

Elizabeth thought for a moment, looked at the sharp arrows that glittered with cold light at her feet, and she said softly, "That's because they're afraid, they're afraid." ”

Fear indeed.

Especially in this case, the pair of master and servant can still be so casual, a kind of humiliation and inexplicable panic suddenly filled the emotions of Earl Clark, he did not want to wait for a moment, no matter what, after paying such a tragic casualty, the pair of master and servant must die!

His pupils constricted suddenly, not without warning, but with a sense of absence of warning.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The voice fell.

The archer, who had been preparing, resolutely let go of the tight bowstring in his hand.

Arrows rained down.

It's over.

Atlante, Rodrian, and the rest of the nobles of Castile and Stanford who arrived almost at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

......

However, almost at the same time as the words fell, the ground in Stamford suddenly shook slightly, causing Atlante, Castile and other nobles who had just breathed a sigh of relief to subconsciously raise their hearts to their throats again, and they immediately looked at each other in horror - but then, as if the shaking was just a fleeting moment, there was no movement around except sharp arrows.

Is it a delusion?

But why can the illusion be so consistent?

This doubt soon ceased to be a doubt, for immediately afterward, the second, the third, and the innumerable shaking came very rhythmically and quickly, and the shaking became more and more intense and mighty each time!

The earth trembled.

Not only did the great swords at the knights' waists collide with their armor under this tremble, but even the sturdy walls around them trembled and fell countless dust.

Like thunder, it's a horse's hoof.

"Knights in Heavy Armor!"

The first to see the dark shadow that appeared at the end of the street, Viscount Atlante blurted out almost subconsciously, and he stretched out his hand to point there, his pale face full of fear.

Then there was Count Rodrien, who was standing beside him, and since he saw the Knights, of course he could also see the banner of the Knights, and he said fiercely: "Three-petaled hibiscus, Constantine!"

As for Castile and the other nobles behind them, no one could speak except shock and horror.

On the contrary, Count Clark just squinted at the Black Armor Knights, gloomy and did not change much mood.

The knights roared with a roar and a neigh, and every time the horse's hooves fell to the ground like a war drum beating on their hearts, it was breathless and desperate, especially coupled with the deafening roar, it can be said that on a street like Stamford, once the heavily armored knights unscrupulously and forcibly charged, no one, including the powerful Earl Clark, had absolutely no possibility of retreating, under the iron hooves of such a knightly order, all the knights on this street could only be a very ridiculous joke, and they didn't even need the black-armored knights to make a second charge, they could only be wiped out。

But the question is, how could the Black Knights, who had been stationed outside the imperial capital, be here?

Even the mind to determine whether the terrible old man was dead was completely lost, and all eyes could only be fixed on the end of the street.

"Crazy, must be crazy, dare to let the Heavy Knights in the imperial capital, at the feet of His Majesty the Emperor, don't he know that such a provocation of the authority of Bourbon is tantamount to complicity? Your Majesty will definitely be furious, even Constantine will not be able to withstand His Majesty's wrath!"

Atlante chattered out of fear, but the thick black shadow that was getting closer and closer caused the nobles who didn't dare to breathe to pay no attention to him.

Of course, fear is frightened, despair is really not enough, no matter how to say that the Viscount of Atlante, who fell into a panic and lost his mind, is not wrong about one thing, this is the imperial capital, and in the end it is the feet of His Majesty the Emperor, and no person or family can be above the head of Bourbon unscrupulously.

They think so, theoretically true, but they forget that the goddess of fate, that bitch's favorite thing to do, is to use reality to slap theory in the face.

The Knights of Heavy Armor were less than a hundred meters away from them.

It should have stopped, or at least slowed down, they thought.

The Knights of Heavy Armor were less than fifty meters away from them.

If they don't stop, it's too late – they panic and start to lose the ability to 'think'.

It was already less than thirty meters, but it still maintained a high-speed charge.

- They finally no longer have any thinking ability, and the only thing they remember at this time is to run or run, embarrassed and flustered, where can it have anything to do with elegance and dignity?

Crash.

Flesh and blood flying.

Just when the aristocratic lords screamed and fled, and even had the courage to scold Clark for opening the door of his closed mansion in order to hide, the heavy armored knights who were extremely noisy and splashed with countless dust were strangled with the Stanford knights at the end of the street, and they were completely strangled with overwhelming crushing, no one could delay even a little bit of the pace of this knights, and they did not encounter any substantial obstruction at all。

This is the real bloodbath of Stanford.

If the invisible killings that old Vernon single-handedly created were suffocating, then the current scene of hell is truly a cry of despair.

The screams, the howls, suddenly became the only main theme in the Stanford area.

And in this bloody and blurred picture, in stark contrast to the other nobles who were screaming and fleeing, Earl Clark still stood there gloomily, not dodging, not fleeing, just watching the Black Knights rampant among the Stanford Knights, his face became more gloomy, his eyes narrowed even tighter, deeply concealing his horror and his anger and hatred.

He really didn't expect that Constantine's knights would dare to charge directly in such a domineering and ferocious way here, and he really didn't expect that even if almost all the nobles of Stanford were here, Constantine's knights would still dare to be so outrageously unscrupulous, but he definitely knew that since all this had happened, it was no longer just a game between that kid from the wasteland and their group of noble heirs, and even through the surface of the substance, he could lead Clark to rise, Surely not stupid, Earl Clark smelled of conspiracy - otherwise could this man who dared to take the heavily armored knights of Constantine to bloodbath in Stanford really a madman and an idiot?

He didn't move.

Fortunately, the Heavy Armored Knights also maintained the last of their sanity, and after stepping on blood all the way to crush the Stanford Knights on the left side of the street, the Heavy Armored Knights finally stopped less than 10 meters away from Earl Clark, and then, no one commanded, but they obviously got the order in advance, and they stopped at the first time, and then dispersed into two columns at the first time, leaving only a road in the middle of the street that was enough for the horses to pass, and a crisp sound of horses' hooves soon sounded, and accompanied by the horses' hooves, the frightened nobles soon saw a girl in a lilac hunting suit galloping over。

Of course I know.

Who could not know the sixth in line to the throne of Constantine?

At this time, who else could appear here with the Knights of Constantine's heavy armor except Sophia, the sixth heir of Constantine?

The horse's hooves were hurrying, and the girl on the horse looked equally anxious and hurried, as if she had not seen the blood caused by the heavily armored knights, she appeared in front of Earl Clark, and also appeared in front of the Stanford nobles, and almost did not look at the nobles with particularly ugly and complicated expressions, she saw the old man and the girl standing in the field at a glance.

It was Elizabeth, and since the arrows of the archers were pointed at the gatehouse, old Vernon landed with his young lady to the ground as the arrows flew sideways, and at the same time, he also kicked several corpses on the ground as temporary arrow shields, so it can be said that despite the dense arrows, Elizabeth was really unscathed.

Sophia, who was no longer anxious and anxious, jumped off the war horse and walked directly in front of Elizabeth, without giving the stunned Elizabeth a chance to react, she opened her arms and hugged Elizabeth.

She let out a long sigh of relief and whispered in Elizabeth's ear, "Thank you, Lord, that you are fine, otherwise I would never have been able to forgive myself." ”

Then she pushed Elizabeth away, looking up and down, apparently to make sure she was really all right.

Probably because of her nervousness, Elizabeth actually smiled, and her eyes were as bright as crescent moons.

Sophia was stunned, but soon ignored the blood and many enemies around her, and laughed just as brightly.

In a world without Augustus, they remain strong in their own way. (To be continued.) )