With Eshkant's order, more than fifty black-clothed warriors, led by Adjutant Ozur and Betma, rushed to the hiding place of Soveran and the others.

The crisp sound of the weapon unsheathed and the chaotic footsteps on the fallen leaves mixed together, getting closer and closer, and the people felt a little numb. Countless thoughts flashed in the minds of Soveran and the others, there was no way to escape, even if they ran out of the dense forest, what could they do? Only the towering cliff stood for them. I have to admit that the location chosen by the ambushers is perfect, and this sudden encounter has completely become the most straightforward, outnumbered wrestling.

The young lads had turned their gaze to Tandra, and Sovereign had even drawn his sword from his waist, while the tower-like man at the front looked at old Sean next to him. The knife-and-axe-like lines on the old man's face depicted the calmest fortitude, his lips under his white beard were pursed, and several complex runes slowly emerged from the steel sword in his hand.

Old Sean's gaze looked around, and finally fell on Soveland's face, and he nodded vigorously. "Kill!" with a loud shout from Soveland, the crowd jumped out from behind the tree and rushed up. Either kill them all or die here, sometimes there is no choice, but it is the simplest and simplest.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the old Sean, who was attached to the rear, suddenly raised the long sword in his hand above his head. "Burning Order!" the old man's deep voice sounded, and the runes on the long sword suddenly exploded into a cloud of golden light like brilliant daylight, dispelling the dimness of the sunset in the forest in an instant. Soveran and the others in the backlight were not affected much, but the black-clothed warriors who rushed on the opposite side seemed to have burned their eyes, and unconsciously raised their hands to cover their faces, and only a white patch was left in their eyes overflowing with tears, and there were some shining spots of light.

"Whoosh ......" A series of crossbow arrows came from behind the black-clothed samurai, and several cold rays pierced Old Sean's chest. "Ozur! kill that old thing for me!Betma, kill the crown prince!the sooner the better!" Eshkant commanded loudly behind him with his crossbow spear, "cheer me up!" He didn't expect these crossbow arrows to bring any substantial damage to the other party, but leaving such a high-ranking knight of the guardian system alone would only bring endless resistance to his ambush.

"Yes, sir!" replied Ozul and Betma at once.

Old Sean swung his sword and slashed the crossbow arrow that stabbed him in the chest, and the old head of the Imperial Guard Corps seemed to have slowly regained the years of his young galloping battlefield in a series of fugitives and battles to the death, and the heavy power of order accumulated majestic power in his thin body. The slightly raised left hand was filled with a golden spiral, and countless fragments of runes swirled and fused together, igniting a puff of golden flames. "Guardian Flame!" the old man roared, smashing the flames in his hand into the ground in front of him.

With a "bang", a huge golden ring bloomed on the ground full of fallen leaves, and the wisps of golden flames gilded the rushing Soveran and the others in front of them with a flowing halo, and those black-clothed warriors who stepped into it sent bursts of hot pain from the soles of their feet.

The two men and horses finally collided in the woods, and thanks to the sudden attack of blindness, Tandra, who rushed to the front, launched the attack first. The rugged greatsword drew a golden arc above his head, and then slashed down, and in an instant, several swirling dark golden runes blew a violent golden whirlwind, striking several black-clothed warriors, it was the stunt of the high-ranking knights of order, the Templar Storm.

The splashes of blood, rags, and the mixture of hideous wounds and screams were indescribably bewitching against the orange spots of light in the forest. Kereni and his guards intercepted Ozul, who was leading the men towards Shaun Sr., and Thomas and Kuhl were already in a scuffle with the black knights, and Peslin defended on Sovelan's flank, and Soveland, his eyes firmly locked on the figure not far in front of him who was rushing towards him.

"Get out of here!" Tandra's roar resounded across the woodland, and his muscular body turned into a thick streamer of light, leaving a string of unreal afterimages in his wake. The battering ram's shoulders knocked the black-clad warrior in front of him flying, and with the sound of shattering bones and a rain of blood from the sky, Tandra leaped high and crossed the ambusher's line with a whistling sound of breaking through the air, pressing down on Eshkant at the rear.

"Die!" Tandra roared, and a layer of golden flames erupted from the greatsword, as if it were about to sink the air around it into flames.

Eshkant's hair fluttered and fluttered, and his black and white pupils radiated a long-awaited glow. "Do you think I'm one of those waste-like aristocratic lords?!" a narrow cold light shook from his waist, a richly decorated saber with a brass cage-like gauntlet. The sharp blade of the sword sent out a moon-like silver-white arc of light above his head, and a golden bowl-shaped light mask instantly hung down from the space that the arc crossed, and three runes appeared above Eshkant's head and on both sides of his body, and then quickly melted into his chest.

"Order Force Field, Undefeated Blessing?!He's a Knight of Order?!Who is standing behind him?!" Questions arose in Tandra's mind, but he couldn't find any answers. But none of these issues mattered, because whoever was manipulating this ambush would have to die here.

A roar that tore through the eardrums exploded in the dense forest at the moment when the giant sword collided with the light mask, and the four golden light slices cut the surrounding air into a distortion that defied common sense, and the light mask supported by the order force field was pushed to the brightest level at the same time. The next moment, the fierce energy rolled around, and the shattered fragments of the light mask, together with the scattered golden sword rays, stirred up the towering ancient trees that rolled around, splashing bark, collapsed branches, and sword marks deep on the ground, opening up the battle between life and death between the two.

Eshkant's feet sank into the dirt exposed by blowing the fallen leaves, and the narrow blade in his hand actually blocked the giant sword that Tandra had slashed, and his black and white eyes were full of excitement, in contrast to Tandra's bitter battle intent that tore his skin.

On the other side, Betma rushed towards Sovereign with several black-clad warriors, and Peslin, who was standing next to him, hurried up to meet him, trying to slow down the other party's momentum. Sovereign dodged the head-on mace, the sword in his hand swept around the warrior's waist, and thick blood gushed out, and then he raised his sword and forced back the enemy who came from behind, and he had only one target, the once familiar Bet horse!

Peslin's sword fell, and Betma expertly sideways it, grabbing Peslin's shoulders and dragging him towards his men. "Entangle him!" Betma ordered, keeping his eyes on Solweland, not far away.

"Yes!" several black-clad warriors replied in a low voice, rushing towards Paislin.

Sovereign continued to move forward, and as soon as he used his left hand to hold the flail that a samurai had smashed, the sword ball in his right hand slammed into the bridge of his opponent's nose, the sound of bone cracking accompanied by two low wails of blood foam. Behind, Betma who had rushed to the front was already holding his sword in both hands, and slashed down through the samurai.

Sovilan's left leg pressed hard against the ground behind him, and in the face of Betma's attack, he picked up his sword and met it with all his might. After the crisp sound of "poof", the black-clothed warrior sandwiched in the middle was instantly cut in two, and the spray of blood splashed the two of them on their faces, and the piercing sound of metal friction announced that the battle was still continuing.

"Why?!......" Soveran asked loudly with red eyes, the long sword in his hand was faster than the other, and only the dim sword light was torn between the two of them, and there was still blood in all directions, "Answer me!" The long sword slashed towards Betma's neck.

Betmarg blocks Essaouiran's attack. "It's easy!" he pressed Soveland's sword down with all his might, taking advantage of the situation, bringing out a noticeable gap. "Because I don't want to tie my fate to your mortal chariot!" he said, turning his hand and stabbing the tip of his sword into Sovereign's throat.

The flickering blade of the sword was getting closer and closer to him, but Sovereign was no longer the hairy boy who had just left the Knight Academy. Turning sideways slightly, the long sword stabbed against Soveland's neck, and the bright red blood left a dazzling red on the thin blade, Betma was stunned for a moment, but found that the other party's palm was probing his neck.

"Hell......" His exclamation had barely sounded as Soveland's left hand was already stuck in his neck, and the sword ball in his right hand had smashed into his ribs. The sharp pain that came from the moment made Betma's face pale with misery, and it was conceivable that the blow had broken his ribs.

"Die!" Sovereign let out a low growl, stabbing his withdrawn sword into Betma's chest. Betma roared, and actually raised his left hand to meet the tip of the opponent's sword, and the blood flashed, half of the palm was neatly cut off, and Soveland's deadly attack also failed.

"Ahhhh......hhh

Slammed into the trunk of the tree, a large mouthful of blood erupted from Betma's mouth. "Ahem, ahem...... My hand! damn it! my hand......" He roared loudly as he pressed his bleeding left hand, red blood squeezing out from between his white teeth. "Why! Why am I losing to you, you knight!"

"Because I'm not afraid of death at all......" Sovereign pointed his sword at Betma, and although the opponent's attack missed, it still left a hideous wound on his left shoulder, "Moreover, my life, in my eyes, is worthless!"

Betma's expression flashed with a hint of panic. "Kill this damn thing for me, you idiots!" he shouted to the black-clad warriors who were being held back by Paislin.

"Leave me alone!" Paislin shouted as he slashed a warrior with a sword.

Sovereign took a deep breath and stared at Betma as if he were looking at a dead man. "Don't worry, Betma, even if it's for Mirza......" his gaze was steadfast, angry, and contemptuous, "even if I die here, I will pull you and rush into hell together!"