readx;? With the fishy smell of mud mixed with fallen leaves as they began to rot, Riga glanced at the cavalry who had rushed out of the opposite forest in a hurry, and then raised his hand to move the octagonal infantry helmet up to rest on two thick eyebrows. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The steel chain mail and the huge flat-topped helmets that Harusa had obtained from Harusa were no longer barbarians, and the Marquis of Longinus chose to take them back after the war, and the only thing that replaced them was a rudimentary infantry armor - light armor made of cooked cowhide and a light bronze half-helmet. In fact, the Quaids prefer these as well, because they find that the bulky ones are not suitable for them.

The horsemen who had been rushing down the wind had slowed down in front of the convoy after wading through a puddle of mud, but the smell of rotting blades of grass that they had swept with it made the impatient Quaid spat out. "What's going on, what are the half-dozen dragoninus people on the other side here for?" the hunter hooked his feet into the bronze stirrups, trying to keep his balance, and then stood up and shook his ass and crotch. The hunter's new pants were a little tight and short, so it wasn't the first time he'd made such a move.

The Mondstadt Knight twisted his body in the same comfort, relaxed his shoulders, and let the armor be pressed down to change the focus, and then placed his hands on the reins in front of his lower abdomen, allowing the free horse to take a few steps forward. "I am the Knight of Mondstadt in Tuhari, and to which noble soldier are you allegiant? ”

"Baron Toussaint of Mondello, Your Excellency. The lord told us to go to Pomberra to retrieve Young Master Ritur, the sole heir of the baron. The cavalryman at the front squeezed a smile from his face, his sparse yellow beard shaking and trying to make himself appear harmless. He raised his hands in the air, away from his sword, before shouting. "By the name of the dragon god, I'm telling the truth. ”

"Mondello sounds like the name of a beautiful town. The knight politely complimented. He then lifted his glove, strung with several finely curved pieces of steel, and waved it to move the convoy on. "May the dragon gods bless you, cavalry. ”

"The dragon god also blesses you. Knight-sama. The cavalryman took the reins in his hand, and then gently kicked the strong steer under the ass with his spurs.

The filthy, grey feathers of the cavalry's helmet trembled in the wind, and the horses picked up their speed to pass the convoy, but Riga, who was pouring water from his skin into his mouth, suddenly noticed the Knight of Mondstadt winking at him.

The barbarians, who had squinted comfortably because of the sweet drinking water, had not had time to understand what the viscount meant, but the cavalry on the flank had already attacked. They had been whipping their mounts on the hips with the whip in their right hand. However, at this moment, it was suddenly replaced by a crossbow with stubby arrows.

The cavalry roared and lowered the one-handed crossbow flat, aimed it at the guard, and snapped the tiller hard. Most of the incoming crossbow arrows were blocked by the guards' oak shields, and only one flew through the barbarian's water bladder like a nimble bird, slamming a beautiful wooden carving of a dragon.

The unprepared hunter had only tried his best to avoid the water bag being shot through a large hole, so when the water leaked and poured it on the horse's neck, causing the long mane to stick together like unsightly bark, the Quid had already pulled their huge tomahawk from the horse next to them. "Shirag is on top. Despicable sneak attackers should all be punished. Or out of shame and anger at the fact that the carriage had been attacked, the barbarian roared and slid straight off the horse's back, and with a sharp swing of the tomahawk, it spun like a scimitar and flew towards the speeding enemy.

The cavalry threw away the crossbow and tried to flee, acting swiftly like a vole chasing a cunning fox behind him. They kicked the spikes in the heels of their boots into their horses, then scurried forward with their mounts, which were on the verge of frantic pain. The galloping horses' hooves turned the grass beside the avenue into a puddle of mud, but the whistling and flying tomahawks made the mud smell of blood fill the mud.

The razor-sharp battle axe snatched from Harrison's red-robed mage sliced through the fishy wind, and the smooth blade swirled and slammed into the chest of the first horseman. The jagged blade stabbed easily into the thick layer of cowhide, slicing through the flesh and bones before slamming into the helmet, sending the breathless soldier tumbling into the mud. The cavalry to the right of the deceased had already rushed to the front. But the grass and mud still carrying the morning dew made the horse's hooves slip. The sturdy Lucius neighed and kicked his hind hooves back, then his legs were cut off like a moth that had pounced on a torch. The warhorse, favored by two of the three goddesses of fate, screamed, and then fell to the ground heavily, throwing the cavalry on its back into the mud and not getting up for more than a dozen breaths.

Hot blood splattered everywhere. Finally, when the cavalryman saw that the first companion's head was easily split, he chose to pull the reins tightly. He could see through the gaps in his cavalry helmet to determine the direction of the tomahawk and try to avoid it, but the appearance of the two hooves frustrated his plan. The long axe changed direction slightly in the air due to the obstruction of the bones, and then the spikes at the other end of the steel round handle of the long axe stabbed into the neck of the warhorse, causing the cavalry who was also crushed with blood and flesh on his face to slide down, and his thighs were pressed under the horse's corpse and wailed and cried.

"The dragon god is above. Kill this group of enemies who want to attack the Count. Using the blade of the knight's sword to break the crossbow bolts from the oak shield, the Knight of Mondstadt shouted as if he was afraid that he would not be heard in the carriage. In reality, however, the attackers had already been knocked to the ground, screaming for mercy or fainting to death.

Half a dozen Quaids simultaneously threw axes in the direction of the cavalry's flight to knock down both enemies, while the last sneak attacker, who nimbly hid on the right side of his horse, showed only his hands and one right leg holding the leather saddle, leaving the axes in the air. The barbarians wanted to turn their horses in pursuit, but an arrow suddenly flew from the other side of the avenue, accurately piercing the cavalry that was more than ninety yards away from the archer.

"Arrest the sneak attackers who aren't dead yet. The knight shouted again as he clamped his horse's belly close to the barbarian, and muttered under his breath. "Watch out for those on the other side, a shooter who can shoot at his target from ninety yards away is dangerous enough for Lord Earl. ”

Glaring viciously at the dragon enus who had made a fool of himself, Riga also lowered his voice and said in lingua franca, "Remember to give me some hints directly next time." Also, I don't think you need to worry about the people on the other side. ”

"Can you kill an enemy a hundred yards away as easily as a mage, before the shooter stabs you into a hedgehog?"

"Hell, didn't I recommend a couple of guards to you last time you said you were short of manpower? ”