When the great sword was drawn, the shadow rose into the sky with a piece.

Before Peter's broadsword could be withdrawn, his left leg swept away, bringing a sharp wind and rolling towards the shadow.

But the shadow drifted to the side like a weightless leaf, following the wind on the legs.

Peter quickly retracted his leg and stabbed straight with his sword.

The tip of the sword actually pierced out a blade.

The shadow was in the air at this time, and it was impossible to dodge, but a good shadow, he leaned back in the air, like a recurved prawn, and could dodge this sword blade.

But there was a cut in the clothes.

Fortunately, there were no injuries.

The shadow suddenly flicked and disappeared into the air before Peter could attack.

Peter's sword flew and slashed in the air with an ugly slash.

But the shadow seemed to have vanished suddenly.

Peter's attacks were all in vain, and he thought he could force the shadow out.

But the other party just calmed down and didn't move.

By this time, the guards had already surrounded Peter and protected Peter in the center.

Peter was now holding his sword in both hands, and his mouth was praying, when he saw that his whole body suddenly shone with a soft milky white light.

The Power of Faith!

A skill exclusive to high-level knights that can raise their strength to a new level.

"This assassin is not simple."

"Damn, this Knight Commander is not simple."

Both sides are bright and dark, and at the same time give their opponents a high evaluation.

However, the best enemy is not the enemy who understands you, but the enemy who is dead.

Under the power of faith, Peter was like a piece of steel, and he was not afraid of the sneak attack of the shadows.

So the Shadow gave up attacking from underground.

Peter did not see the shadow come out for a long time, and his heart was anxious.

"Let's go! The rats may have slipped away! ”

Despite being taken advantage of, the shadow still lurks in the shadows, motionless.

Peter was just about to leave when a cold light came from the darkness.

Peter dodged out of the way, only to see a dagger stuck in the ground.

I can't help but feel on fire.

It's to drag yourself here.

Peter was very worried about a sneak attack at the main entrance, but the deputy had not replied when he left.

This Assassin cannot be allowed to succeed.

With a whistle, Peter summoned a war horse, flew on it, and flew away.

At this moment, the shadows beneath the ground finally moved.

He rose into the sky, and with his scimitar slashed a meteor to cut Peter down with his men and horses.

Peter pretended to be leaving, and what he was waiting for was now.

He strained his legs, and the man stood up on his horse, his great sword pointed at the shadow.

The greatsword is longer than the scimitar, and the shadow will be pierced by the greatsword before it hits Peter.

The great sword pierced through the heart.

Peter's heart rejoiced.

But there was no familiar sensation on the tip of the sword, as if it had stabbed only air.

Bad!

But it was too late.

A man flashed on the horse's back, and a gleaming dagger stabbed into the back of Peter's head through the gap in the armor.

Peter didn't have time to dodge, so he could only twist his body hard, but the blow was still successful, but it was a little off.

Peter was a strong warrior, and he also stabbed his great sword diagonally from under his ribs to the back, and he also wanted to give the shadow a cool heart.

The guards behind roared, and several people rushed forward.

The shadow flew up again, leaving before the enemy could close in.

He is quite confident in his approach.

Even if Peter hadn't died at the time, he wouldn't have been able to command it, and the decapitation mission was completed!

A short time later, the stables inside Storm Castle suddenly burst into flames, and after a while, several other military targets were on fire.

The fire was so strong that it burned in a few breaths.

People inside and outside the castle saw it.

"Haha!"

Alvin knew that the Shadow had succeeded.

"Let's go!"

Thomas waved his hand to the soldiers behind him, who were already unable to hold back.

Jackley shot out like an arrow.

The defenders at the head of the city immediately spotted their group.

Arrows rained down.

At this time, if there is a trace of hesitation and timidity, it is not only meaningless, but also dangerous.

The distance of five hundred paces from the head of the city is the death zone at this time.

Rushing to the wall as fast as possible is the soldier's only thought at this time.

Antlers and horse rejection still caused some trouble for them, but the soldiers with great strength and agility didn't care.

Fortunately, there are no trenches, which shows that the Royal Knights are still a little underestimated.

Thomas was right behind Jack, his heavy armor making it impossible for him to keep up with Jack's pace.

The Royal Knights were indeed a strong army, and after a brief panic, they immediately organized a powerful attack.

However, the overstretched manpower made the long-range firepower of the city insufficient.

Coupled with the fact that it was difficult to aim in the dark, this made the soldiers of the storm group take advantage of it.

A group of nearly 1,000 people may seem like a stupid thing to do, but it is a helpless choice for the storm.

Because they are just such people, they can only make waves.

Fortunately, after the troops on the ground attracted the defensive fire at the head of the city, the magic legion was dispatched.

Under Gordon's leadership, the magicians rose into the air like lanterns.

From the flank, taking advantage of the darkness, they began to strike at the city's defenses in the air.

The magicians in the city also began to attack.

The Royal Knights don't have as many magicians as the Storm.

There is no way, the king's strength in this area is indeed not as good as that of Lord Leon, who is extremely well-connected in the magic union, and although the king has more resources, the magician is a more huddled profession than a warrior.

In the engagement, the magicians of the Royal Knights realized that something was wrong.

Is the magician on the opposite side casting magic too fast?

The power of magic is also much greater.

What's going on?

Did these magicians take the medicine en masse? Or did the storm get reinforcements?

The magicians couldn't help but think of the rumors that had been circulating in private.

The Holy See has already publicly expressed their support for Lord Léon.

Magicians are all proper nobles in any country, and they will not wait for death obediently, isn't that the same as soldiers from pariahs?

So the magicians of the Royal Order retreated.

Can't blame them.

The opponents they met were too perverted.

I finally put a magic bullet on my side, and there are already two on the opposite side!

There is no advantage in numbers, magic is not as powerful as enemies, and magic is not as fast as others.

How can such a battle be fought? Don't you run and wait for the food to be served?

How many dishes? Drink like this.

On the battlefield, the magician withdraws first, this is an unwritten rule, although it is very unfair, but there is no way.

Because magicians are too precious in this world.

So, soon, the mages of the storm group emptied the city.

This is great news for the infantry.

At a very small cost, the Stormtroo's infantry rushed under the walls.

The magicians pulled them up with ropes.

Before Thomas had time to rejoice, he immediately ordered his soldiers to take control of the drawbridge and defend it on both sides.

He immediately led the men to jump off the city.