The battle in the forest continued, and Kereni and his guards in the dead guard, as well as Thomas and Kull beside them, were like rocks standing in the waves, struggling to hold back a tide of black-clad water, and the crashing of weapons, the cries of desperate slashing, and the wails of the death of their lives were horribly intertwined, drowning out the figures that fell at their feet, and the fading glow overhead.

A rain of blood sprayed and shattered in the air until it fell into the dust, followed by a sword that was swung again, and a blood flower that bloomed again. Kereni had forgotten how many enemies he had chopped down, and his fine hair was soaked with blood, sticking to his scalp one by one, and the sweat on his face mixed with blood, forming a thick black spot of blood on his skin. The once magnificent armor was now covered with a thick layer of dust and blood, and even scarred by swords and axes in some places.

"Bang ......" The iron-clad fist struck a black-clad warrior in the face three times, splattering his fist red with blood splatters, and Kereni kicked the opponent at the enemy rushing up behind him, taking the time to look to the side.

Thomas and Kuhl's side are not having a good time, and it can even be said that they are in danger, especially with Kull, who was already injured in the shoulder, if it weren't for the fact that Old Sean had joined the battle circle, he would have even died on the spot. "Be careful!" Kereni suddenly caught eye on Ozur, who was walking behind the many black-clad warriors, stabbing him from time to time, and the lieutenant saw an opportunity to slash at the top of Kuhl's head.

Kereni roared and jerked Kull back, the round-headed machete slicing through Kull's hair. "Despicable thing!" Old Sean shouted angrily, his rune-strewn sword stabbing at Ozul like a cone of glittering golden light. With a "poof" sound, a black-clothed warrior was directly pierced, thick blood plasma and minced flesh sprayed Ozul's face, and the adjutant instantly broke out in a cold sweat, the only thing to be thankful for was that it was not himself who died.

On the other side of the battlefield, Soveran had already swung his long sword and slashed at Betma leaning against the tree, the former "chief of the guard" raised his sword with difficulty to meet it, and the huge force from the blade of the sword made him sit on the ground, and Soveland's long sword directly cut off a large piece of bark. "Stop him for me!" Betma rolled on the ground, staggered to his feet, and dragged a black-clad warrior toward Essaouiran.

"You lowly coward, did that betrayal in Kugir make you lose even your courage!" Sovereign roared, plunging his sword into the warrior's chest, slashing through his body before slamming his collapsed body to the ground along with scarlet blood. "Answer me! Have your spines all broken together!

Sovereign walked up step by step, the blood beads on the tip of the sword dripping on the fallen leaves, connecting into a red patch. "My backbone!haha...... O you lofty face......" Betma wrapped a rag around his wrist and bit it with his teeth to form a dead knot, and the pain that pierced his heart made his face pale. "Do you start a civil war?my Highness!If you are defeated, you will be confined to death in a corner of Oak City! You may even be able to become a puppet in fine clothes!And me?!" He let out a low growl from his mouth, "What about me, an inconspicuous little man?!, will I be poisoned or hanged?!will I be beheaded or will I be cut into meat sauce?!!haha...... No, no, no...... This shouldn't be my end...... When I crawled out of that damn orphanage, I didn't think I'd die like a wild dog!"

"Lord God, you are no different from a wild dog with a broken backbone!" said Soveland, squinting his eyes, his words filled with undisguised contempt.

"Shut up!" the other man's expression seemed to make Betma angry, and a pair of red eyes stared at the young man who was once extremely young in his heart, "Do you still think you can escape from this forest?!When I cut off your head from your corpse!

The black-clothed warriors who received the order immediately rushed towards Solviran, in fact, even if Betma didn't say it, they knew who the target of this ambush was, because among these people, there were also survivors of the assassination at the Goat Hotel. Faced with the many enemies rushing in front of him, Soveran immediately gave up the idea of pursuing Betma, and together with Peslin, he held the space on the right flank of the entire front.

Although it was a pity, Soveran knew very well that if this short front collapsed, then they would only be killed in an instant in the face of a divided enemy. But even so, when the initial momentum was slowly exhausted, the defensive circle of Solweran and the others was inevitably rushed out of a fatal gap in the face of the extremely inferior numbers.

Just as Old Sean and the others were desperately trying to resist the seemingly endless black-clothed warriors, several sharp spears suddenly pierced out of the gap in the crowd, and although Thomas struggled to dodge, he was still pierced by a spear in his right shoulder. "Ah......h

Kereni slashed out a few swords and ran to Thomas's side, grabbing the hilt of the spear before the enemy could draw his spear back. "Bear with me!" Before Thomas could react, he slashed the spear with a sword, and then stabbed the assailant in the chest with a backhand.

Thomas pressed his hand against the wound on his shoulder, his pale face covered with fine beads of sweat. "Hold on!" Old Sean next to him grabbed him by the shoulder, "Hold on, little one! now is not the time to fall!" the old man yelled, "Kuhl, watch the flanks!"

"Yes, my lord!" Kull was shocked when he heard Thomas's cry, but he had no time to estimate what was happening next to him, all kinds of weapons whizzed past him, and the round of spears just now even opened a bloody wound in his thigh.

Kereni stabbed the attacker, but to his horror, the other party held the blade of the sword in his chest, and even if he did, he would pull Kereni into the encirclement of the black knight. "Hell, let me go!" Kereni roared, the long sword in his hand twisted carelessly, and the sharp blade directly cut off several fingers of the opponent, but it was too late, and the long sword, machete, flail, battle axe, and all kinds of weapons smashed down from the top of his head with a whistling wind. In an instant, he was even ready to die in his heart.

At this moment, a burly figure pounced next to him, it was a back figure that was too familiar to be familiar, it was the personal guard who had followed him for more than ten years. "!!......No," Kereni hissed, but the figure had already swooped into the crowd, even overwhelming several of the black-clad warriors. The next moment, cold weapons fell, striking a jet of plasma on the guard's back.

"You're all going to die for me!" Kereni's tearful eyes were covered with bloodshots, as if they were about to shed blood. He roared and rushed forward, the sword in his hand slashing and lifting, slashing and slashing and lifting again, completely abandoning all defenses.

The black-clad warriors on the opposite side were forced back by Kereni's desperate style of play for some distance, but it was only a split second before the group of outlaws immediately surged back and pushed him back again.

The shouts of Thomas and Kereni made Tandra in the distance very anxious, and his plan to kill the leader of the other party first failed, at this moment, his only hope was to get rid of the entanglement of the other party and return to the side of everyone immediately, but the man who exuded a cold temperament in front of him obviously guessed his own thoughts.

A relaxed voice suddenly floated out of the dense sword curtain. "Do you want to go, my lord!" Eshkant's saber was extremely tricky, and it was entangled in Tandra's greatsword, "To be honest, I really can't beat you, and I am even in danger of being killed by you, but it's still no problem to consume you here!" he said, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, and the sudden chill in his heart made Tandra startled.

Sure enough, several cold rays sneaked up from behind, and at some point, Ozul quietly came back with a few black-clothed warriors, and together with Eshkant, they attacked Tandra together.

"Dangdangdang......" A series of muffled crashes rang out on the rugged greatsword, and Tandra turned to block the sneak attack behind him, but Eshkant seized the opportunity and cut a deep cut in his arm. He didn't want to fight here at all, but the other party didn't leave him a chance to get out, and I have to say that the man in front of him with black and white pupils had mastered the battle to the extreme. Only a veteran who has been in battle for a long time has such a keen insight.

"Don't worry, my lord, there's still a lot of time left for you!" said Eshkant, chuckling, not taking the slightest offensive, carefully juggling the advance and retreat, but only pulling Tandra's attention back with the most sudden attack when necessary. "Of course, I'm happy to tell you that you'll be the last to fall!

"Who the hell are you?!" Tandra's greatsword slammed into a barrage of attacks, and Han Sheng asked.

"I?...... ha," laughed Eshkant, "I am but a humble nobody under your prestige......," he said, "but I am also here to keep you, nobody!"