"Oooo

"Bah-" He opened his mouth to spit out the rest of the bread in his mouth, then rolled on the ground with one hand and drew his one-handed sword.

"Ding-Qiang" The sound of gold and iron behind him sounded, and the mustachioed mercenary who came in with him and the other two mercenaries were forced back to the corner by the other three "villagers" who rushed in at the door, Rodney quickly turned his head, no one could help him, he gritted his teeth and stabbed forward with a sword.

The blow was easily deflected by the opponent, and the Humpty Dumpty mercenary kicked down the stool in a panic to try to stop the opponent from coming, while taking a big step back to the left so as not to be forced against the wall.

"Click-" The wooden bench was kicked aside by the grim-faced "villager", who slowly approached with a grim face and the tip of his sword pointing downward.

- This is not the guys he has fought before, Rodney thought in a cold sweat.

The opponent's shot was decisive and precise, the one-handed sword in his hand had simple lines and a Sivalier-esque romantic beauty, and the pure and bright blade was a notch higher than the one in Rodney's hand - you must know that this was already a good long sword, the price of 8 silver Ella coins was entrusted to a skilled blacksmith It took a considerable amount of time to make this sword has always been Rodney's treasure, but after just one touch, he found that there was a small gap in his sword.

"My little heart!" the Humpty Dumpty mercenary's face crumpled, but the urgency of the situation didn't give him time to feel distressed.

"Huh-" The swordsmanship of the villager on the opposite side is exactly the same as that of Rodney, who is accustomed to using his right hand, holding the sword in one hand, and slashing at the bevel. This kind of swordsmanship is ubiquitous on the West Coast and throughout the continent of Rigal, whether it is a military or a private person, as long as you are a professional swordsman, you will be taught it.

In the basic training grounds, which are scattered all over the country, the new trainees learn for the first time by constantly swinging their swords and slashing at the rice-shaped square pattern drawn on the wall or paper against the diagonal or vertical lines.

Left oblique chop, right oblique chop, vertical chop, left oblique teasing, right diagonal teasing, horizontal chopping. A series of basic moves were numbered as sets 1, 2, and 3, and then swung in succession at the shouts of the instructor - and at this moment, in the face of the opponent's well-honed and accurate blow, Rodney felt that he was back in the recruit training ground, and standing opposite was the bald-headed, bearded ghost instructor.

"When—" Experience saved Rodney's life, and when the right-handed swordsman swung his sword face-to-face with one hand, the place where the sword fell must have been his opponent's left shoulder, so he threw his long sword out at the same time as the opponent swung the sword.

Sparks flew around, and Rodney managed to parry the blow and took advantage of it, stabbing his backhand straight into the neck. But the villager on the other side was not a vegetarian either, and he deflected his body and narrowly avoided a sword, while taking a big step forward with his left foot, and then slashed at Rodney's stomach from the periphery at a wide angle.

"Damn!" Humpty Dumpty gritted his teeth on the soles of his feet and bowed backwards, but his out-of-shape figure still couldn't completely avoid the blow, and the powerful one-handed sword slashed hard at the dangling chain mail, and the impact transmitted through the cotton armor to Rodney's stomach made him immediately feel nauseous and vomit gastric juice full of sour smell.

"Gmm The disgusting vomit caused the villagers on the opposite side to subconsciously avoid it, which caused him to miss the chance to deal the fatal blow to Rodney, and the stocky mercenary got back to his feet and pulled away again.

The confrontation between several mercenaries and villagers behind "Ding-Qiang" was inseparable, and for a while they must not have been able to spare themselves to help themselves who had fallen behind, Rodney gritted his teeth, and the sour smell in his mouth made him feel very uncomfortable, but even so he was glad that it was not bloody.

Seeing that he had regained his vigilance and did not rush to attack, the short and fat mercenary remembered the plate armor he had thrown away when crossing the muddy clearing to speed up his escape, and imagined what it would be like if he were wearing it now - but imagination was only imagination after all, and the villagers in front of him grabbed the gap of his cranky thoughts and stabbed straight at him.

"Damn!" Rodney couldn't avoid the small indoor space, and if he stepped back, he would have to get involved in the battle with his teammates behind him and face attacks from both directions.

Time seems to have been slowed down, and the other party knows that the weakness of the chain mail is not easy to cause serious injuries by slashing, but the stab can open the lock ring and hit the human body, so he chooses to stab.

The blow was very steady, the opponent was strong and strong, he knew what he had to do, and he knew where his sword would fall-

But so did Rodney.

"Ahhh

"Uhh "Die!—boom" Rodney writhed brutally and drew his sword to widen the wound, and the battered villager was finally completely dead, the sword fell to the mud with a dull sound, and he fell to the ground with a huge wound of blood gushing from his neck.

"Let's go, you damned boars!" the other "villager" was so angry with his death that he cursed at the West Valyyas' usual scorn for the Avenela and began to swing his sword wildly, his increased speed and strength catching the bearded mercenary on the other side by surprise, and a deep wound was cut in his face without paying attention.

"Rodney, help me!" shouted the mustachioed mercenary, his weapon was a one-and-a-half sword, which was already more difficult to use than a one-handed sword in an indoor environment, and the increased attack speed in the midst of the other party's grief and anger made him even more worrying - but Rodney just stood there in a daze, and he didn't come to his senses until the other mercenary also shouted, dropped the long sword in his hand, picked up the Sivalier-style one-handed sword, and ran.

"Qiang-" After the balance of numbers between the two sides that were already close to each other was broken, the opposite side immediately became embarrassed, and among the three fake villagers who were still alive, the one who was besieged by Rodney and the mustache mercenaries was quickly overwhelmed, and his companion wanted to help, but where would the other two mercenaries allow it, they immediately increased their offensive and forced the other party to protect themselves.

"When-" The camera turned to the other side, and unlike the indoors, which had become a 4-on-3 advantage, Henry and the others on the periphery fell into an absolute disadvantage in numbers.

More than fifteen middle-aged men in the six wooden houses ran out of them with weapons, the previous wood-chopping villager who was clearly their leader, and the Sivalier-style one-handed sword in his hand had a more ornate hilt and handguard decoration - no, perhaps a one-handed sword was not quite appropriate.

Henry half-squinted his eyes at the pattern on it, the violet ornament that only nobles could have, it was a knight's sword - that is, it was a real Sivalier knight.

The identity of the leader was determined, and the rest of the people were easily recognizable, and the main army of Sivalier consisted of knights and sergeants. The former naturally needs no detail, while the latter are the knight's subordinates and retinue.

Each knight will have a plurality of sergeants, because the number of sergeants will fluctuate between a dozen and twenty depending on the wealth of the knight itself. These men trained with the knights, ate together, and used the old armor and weapons that the knights had obsolete out, and they were almost identical to the knights except that they did not have a noble title.

When the war was going on, the king would call the lords everywhere, and the lords would call their knights, and the knights would set out with the soldiers, the absolute main force and elite of the Sivalier army, and why were these people here......

Henry quickly turned his mind and thought about it, he could probably deduce some reasons, but if this was the case, the other party could directly refuse the entry of his group to better hide his identity.

The reason why he had to introduce himself to the village at the cost of revealing his identity was obviously because Bernie was also the target of these people - or to put it another way, they came for their own group.

Combined with the scene of the mercenaries being hunted down when they first met, Henry became more and more curious about what they were escorting - but now was clearly not the time to think, and he began to move forward.

Fifteen elite Sivalier warriors split up five of them, holding shields, and ran directly towards Ivan and Jericho at the door, and the two archers who were forced to drive away were completely unable to support the people on this side

Ten against five, Mira, Minna, and the woman in her 20s froze, and Lysa on the side also ran over. Bjorn, who had not yet healed from the wound on his arm, stood up bare-chested and grim, and he rushed forward with one hand of the Danlaso battle axe.

The sound of fighting still echoed in the house, and the only thing that could change the numerical disadvantage was the brave battle. Bernie rushed over from the left flank with two other mercenaries, which was the direction of the hut they had entered, and he was obviously planning to get closer to that side and support him as soon as Rodney and the others finished the battle - but where would they succeed on the other side, the Sivalier knight and the remaining nine men ignored Bernie and attacked in the direction of the well where Henry and Björn were, where several women and horses were gritted their teeth and could only run back.

"When-" The tall and powerful northern warrior smashed one of the Sivalier sergeants back with a heavy axe, but he was immediately caught in the encirclement of these elite soldiers, and the four Sivalier sergeants rushed towards Bernie and entangled them, while the remaining six formed a semi-encirclement form by Bjorn and roamed around him.

"Ah!" roared the bearded Bjorn, and our sage rushed in at the same time.

"Huh-" Henry's signature one-meter-five sword fell from the sky, and no one wanted to block it, and the Sivalier soldiers, who had not yet formed an encirclement, were successfully forced back by him, but at this moment, the sergeants with the sword and shield ran back from the door, leaving only two people guarding the wooden door, and the other three attacked the horses and women from the other side in the direction of the well.

Caught in the flank. Henry's face grimly swung his sword again. The Sivaliers were much stronger than the previous miscellaneous soldiers, and they knew that Henry and Björn were armed with large, heavy two-handed weapons, so they were just roaming around and waiting for their time. The sage didn't waste any more energy swinging his sword into the air, he just kept a prepared posture with both hands in his hand, and took the time to glance at Bjorn next to him.

The most important thing the two of them should do in this situation is to retreat to the position of the well to avoid being caught between the front and back, but it is absolutely impossible to get a hot-blooded northerner to retreat - fortunately, the ladies behind them are not as weak as they seem.

Minna drew her one-handed sword on horseback first, followed by Mira, who clutched the dagger with a stubborn expression.

The remaining two ladies also found something to use as weapons to confront the three sword and shield bearers - the other showed absolute high quality, and the vulgar mercenaries were likely to laugh loudly at the fact that the opponent was a group of women, but these professional warriors knew that women and children could also be extremely lethal.

The confrontation lasted only a short time, and the tallest of them, Henry and Bjorn, became the first targets of the West Valiers, and the six, including the knight, did not go to the support of the other four, but divided into two three-person squads to attack them.

They are well-trained, athletic, calm and composed, without a hint of carelessness.

The distance of just a few meters was rapidly shortened, and the three Sivalier sergeants on the right against Henry formed a typical spear-tip formation, and the first of them was tasked with luring the opponent to attack, and once so, the two on the left and right took the opportunity to inflict heavy damage.

Efficient and mature. Well-armed and well-coordinated.

But in the face of absolute power suppression, none of this is of much use.

Henry's deep blue eyes were unfazed, and he swung a sword, the two swords that had missed in succession, so that the Sivalier sergeant closest to him miscalculated the sage's level, so much so that when he subconsciously wanted to dodge the blow by turning and retreating as he had done before, he realized that he could not avoid it.

The total length of one meter and a half gives a range of attacks that surpasses that of any common weapon, but even more terrifying than this is Henry's precision.

Everything was calculated, and the moment the sword was swung out, it was precisely anticipated where the Sivalier sergeant would dodge. "Click-" The sharp blade sliced smoothly through the skin and muscles, "Click-" The blood vessels were broken, blood splattered the patterned steel surface, and then the bones, "Poof--" The head of the man with his eyes wide open in his reluctance rose to the sky, and the other two sergeants who were rushing towards Henry stopped and ran behind him in a hurry.

"Dong-Qiangliang" landed with the long sword, and Henry smoothly took off the opponent's head with a stunning blow, while the situation of Bjorn, who had already been injured on the other side, was not optimistic.

"Ahhh

He was well aware of the abilities of his sergeants, which was why he had chosen to prioritize attacks on the stronger Danlasso warrior. The other party was more destructive and wounded, and Henry, who was well-proportioned and wielded with an inexplicable weapon, looked more like an embroidered pillow.

But at this moment, these excellent and well-trained sergeants who had been with each other day and night had somehow broken in the first round of confrontation, and the knight looked at Henry's eyes with something, and the extremely unique greatsword made him vaguely remember something - it was something written in an ancient book in his family's castle library in Avalia.

Memories swept through the knight's mind like a bolt of lightning.

"Boom-" The leather boots stomped on the ground, and he stopped: "You two deal with him, I'll go over there to help!"

The knight's hurried tone was unprecedented, and the two sergeants hesitated for a moment before nodding, and the knight with a sword in one hand turned and rushed in front of Henry.