The long sword in Rossi's hand stabbed forward with a slight force, and the tip of the sword tore through the simple defenses of the leather armor and stabbed into Brian's body. There is a very special texture that is transmitted along the sword body to Rossi's hand, there is a rustling feeling, and you can feel the tip of the sword constantly cutting through the texture of the muscles, blocking various tissues, and piercing layers of films. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword with two blades on the blade crossed Brian's body, and he held the hilt of the sword and pushed it outward, and blood spurted out with a "poof".

Brian's eyes quickly dimmed, revealing white damaged organs in the wound, rhythmically swollen and sizzling, and a throbbing ball of flesh was struggling to send oxygen-filled blood to all parts of his body. His two hands suddenly collapsed weakly, and he could no longer grasp the blade in his hand, and his body fell uncontrollably towards Rosie, and all the strength of his body was empty.

Alexander slashed and killed a thief from the Bright Moon Thieves and ran over, worried, glancing at the dagger still stuck in Rosie's waist, his tone full of concern and reproach, "What's the matter, so ruthless?"

With the bonuses of the Power Oath and the Uplifting Song, everyone's strength has increased considerably, and even if Rosie is still developing, his strength is already comparable to that of the most elite warriors. His mental strength, willpower, and morale have all improved significantly, not to mention a thief leader, even three or five warriors can't do anything about him. Now that Rossi is so badly injured, it is clear that he is deliberately the result.

Rosie pulled out the dagger from his waist with one hand and threw it on the ground, blood suddenly spilling out of the wound, and a large piece of clothing was wet. Fortunately, his physical fitness has always been good, and soon the wound began to close, and the pressure in his body forced the wound to squeeze together, and the speed of blood flow slowed down a lot. He hadn't looked at the left hand that grabbed Blair's longsword from beginning to end, a faint milky white light rose and fell slightly on his body, and the wound entered a high-speed healing period.

He shook his hand, and the crack in the palm of his hand had healed, leaving a pale scar. He grabbed Brian by the hair with one hand and made him look back at him.

Brian was not dead yet, and as he was dying, he barely opened his eyes, his eyelids trembling, and a mouthful of blood twitched from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to pretend to be strong, but his body, which had lost his strength, prevented him from standing up on his own, and was hung in the air by Rosie's hair in such a humiliating way, like a weak puppet.

"I don't see anything special. The long sword in Rossi's hand was across Brian's neck, and he pressed a piece of armor at the elbow of his left hand against the end of the blade, and with his right hand, he threw Brian's head to Alexander. "It's too much time to fight, and the people on the Republic side don't know how long it will take, so they can only exchange injuries for injuries, and they will be taken by surprise. He simply packed his clothes and turned around to leave.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Lord Rosie, you can go, leave your things behind!"

No one expected that the leader of the Bright Moon Thieves would actually die at the hands of Rosie, and he would die cleanly, disrupting the deployment of the others at once. The head of a hundred minions is not as good as the head of a leader, and everyone knows it. If you don't snatch the head hanging from the waist of the big man behind Rosie, this time will be considered for nothing, and you will lose your wife and lose your soldiers.

As soon as Rossi reached out and pulled out a javelin from Alexander's back, his feet staggered forward and backward, and at the same time he forced his waist to rotate rapidly, his body was like a strong cow's tendon, and he suddenly tightened, and the javelin in his hand was thrown hard, leaving an afterimage in people's eyes with a buzzing sound, and then nailing the man to the ground with a bang. The javelin pierced through his chest, and the other end went deep into the ground. He leaned back slightly, his hands clutching the javelin, but the blood on the javelin was so slippery that it was hard to grip. He slowly fell to the ground along the javelin, and cried for help miserably as he fell, "Who, who will help me...... and help me pull this out. ”

The entire battlefield was silent, and most of them swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at Rossi with eyes that were no longer quite right. This person is simply crazy, he actually attacked "his own people...... , without even asking whether the person was a nobleman or a commoner, as if anyone who tried to stop his progress, he would not hesitate to move away. Alexander took the lead, rudely squeezing through the crowd and glaring angrily at the people around him. If someone is secretive and procrastinating and unwilling to get out of the way, Alexander will slash through with a sword.

There was a young man who was about to fight Alexander with a long sword around his neck, but he was held by some old people or captains around him, preventing them from being impulsive.

Rossi is not like an ordinary nobleman, in addition to his status as a nobleman, he also has the status of a priest. The Holy Light Sect is not a small force, it once ruled the world with the unity of politics and religion, and exercised supreme power for nearly a thousand years. Even if such a huge organization only has one breath left, it is not something that these civil forces can contend with.

Don't you see? The royal family of the Turman Empire tried their best to deal with the church, and as a result, dozens of nobles and nobles died, including princes, dukes, and even the emperor of a country, who were killed on the street.

The royal family of the Tuhrman Empire did not have the courage to fight the church to the end, how could these stragglers of the Chamber of Commerce guards, mercenaries, and gangs think that they were more powerful than the royal family? Do they still want to provoke the church? Do you really think that these hypocritical old people who talk about kindness and peace every day and pretend to be kind will not kill people?

Alexander sneered and lined up the crowd, and Rossi walked behind him with a gloomy face, each knight with a head hanging from his waist, which made people shiver when they looked at it from afar. Rossi turned his face and glanced at the black pillar of smoke that was straight into the sky, and his right eyelid jumped twice uncontrollably.

Squeezing out of the encirclement, Alexander whistled in his mouth, and more than thirty horses in the distance immediately ran over with joy.

Until everyone got on the horse, none of the four or five hundred people present dared to talk nonsense.

Rosie really scared these people, first killed the leader of the Bright Moon Thieves in exchange for a life with serious injuries, and then lightly killed the first guy who dared to make a head bird. Who still dares to do it? Who still dares to speak? No one wants to be the first person, but they desperately want others to come forward, and the final result is that no one dares to do it.

This has nothing to do with courage, but has to do with people's perception of the gains and losses of benefits and risks. Everyone is thinking about gains and losses, and they are all forcing themselves to be sensible. In fact, so many people really want to attack Rosie, who can guarantee that Rosie can kill everyone here?

It wasn't until they had gone far that someone said in a tone full of sourness: "It's a priest again, it's a nobleman again, and this time he can be promoted to a viscount at once, I think who can still hold him down?!"

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional, since he can't conflict with you head-on, then add a little trouble to you.

The men who fell to the ground and wailed were lifted, and everyone began to clean up the battlefield, and almost all eyes were focused on the carriages. They lifted the curtain of the carriage, revealing the boxes inside. Through the thick wood, you can smell the intoxicating smell of copper. Someone couldn't wait to pick open the lid of a wooden box, and the dazzling golden light suddenly filled the small carriage, and the person who stuck out his head immediately became short of breath. Thin bloodshot streaks appeared in their eyes, making them look a little red.

Someone reached out and grabbed the chest full of gold coins and gems, and suddenly a white light flashed, and a hand fell to the ground.

"This is the stuff of our Wind Ghost Mercenaries, whoever dares to move, whoever will die!", there was no intention of robbing the head of the Bright Moon Thieves Regiment, and many forces like the Wind Ghost Mercenaries came here to take advantage. They didn't dare to go against the imperial nobles and the Holy Light Church, but they were good at bullying the gangs and chamber of commerce guards who were similar to themselves.

The guy who had his hand cut off was stunned for a moment, but he was actually very hard, gritted his teeth and took out a knife and stabbed it.

In an instant, the rest of the people began to fight for this ownerless wealth.

The little nobles were silent for a long time, and they also began to retreat. They died a lot in this war, and every soldier who died was trained by them with great effort.

Since the grand duke, who claimed to be the emperor, rebelled against the rebellion, the royal family had very clear requirements for the private soldiers that the nobles kept privately, and there were many private soldiers and muskets that the title could have. The petty nobles could not expand the size of their private army, so they had to strive for excellence and spend their money on this limited number.

A private soldier went from being recruited to being qualified, not to mention throwing out hundreds or thousands of gold coins.

And now that these walking gold coins have fallen to the ground, and there is nothing to be gained, how can they be happy?

Rosie......

They finally remembered the name......