However, the aggressive muffled sound brought about a reality that was completely inconsistent with the assumption.

It wasn't the sound of metal piercing flesh and tearing skin, nor the sound of arrows striking the metal of armor, but wood and stone crashing with arrows—a rain of arrows flickering in the firelight, and in an instant vanished among the trees on either side of the ground, occasionally bringing with them the grinding of the wood.

And those figures are still rumbling forward.

"It's an illusion!"

The commander's shouts put an end to the rain of arrows, but it was too late...... Almost all the ambush locations were even more exposed in this instantaneous attack! A few slender red rays pierced the darkness, and the terrifying hot wind had already burst into the entire jungle in an instant!

The red light of the flames tore through the darkness once more, only this time it was no longer a fleeting deflagration, the power of magic coiled around all the materials that could be burned, and the turf on the ground suddenly became scorched, and then billowing smoke came out, and the old branches of the trees sparkled with light, but the easiest to burn were undoubtedly the linen and cotton that were hidden behind them. A crossbowman who had the misfortune to stand near the place where the fireball landed had instantly become a humanoid fireball, and he ran, his terrible hoarse howl like a blade piercing the heart of every listener who was slow, and it was rusted all over.

The roaring hooves of the 'knights' rolled through the streets of the town, but at the next corner, a light blue light suddenly erupted, and the bodies that had been clearly twisted and distorted and distorted, and finally disappeared into the air, revealing the loose formation behind the horses, who were slowly moving forward.

The mages on the defending side have arrived.

Several knights glanced at each other and raised their hands in unison without hesitation. Several valuable scrolls began to burn in their hands, and the words of magic rose and transformed. Four new fires were lit in a clearing ahead, and their makers had dispersed. Each rushed into a path in one direction, and then each flew down from his horse, hiding in the darkness.

No matter how many scrolls there were, the knights couldn't compete head-on with real mages, they had already been taught to do so, and the only thing that could give them some chance was street fighting—for which they were now wearing a layer of dark blue-black burqa that completely obscured the metal reflection of their armor.

Horses can't protect you at this time. On the contrary, it will make your target become too big, and the idea of charging towards the enemy must not be had, you must carefully hide in the dark, use fireballs to attack every handful of enemies gathered, remember that your task is to kill the opponent as much as possible, every ounce of your energy must not be wasted, you only need to throw the fireball into the center of the opponent......

A knight leaned against the edge of the house, trying to calm his breath as much as he could...... That's not because of fatigue. It's because of excitement.

With a wave of the hand, you can take someone's life, and the only thing you need to endure is the numbness and pain that vaguely begins to clash in your mind.

The feeling of a mage...... Is that it?

He gripped a scroll tightly in his hand as he unfastened the clasp on it. Fingers were trembling slightly. The irrepressible excitement was still invading, mixed with that numbness, and he silently repeated the rules he needed. At the same time, remind yourself that you have three more chances, and the goal is to cause as much confusion as possible for your opponent. Kill and injure enemies.

Judging by the crossbowmen who were in ambush, and the mages who appeared immediately. This is undoubtedly their goal, so the next step is to act according to the orders conveyed by the knight elder, this is to maintain the glory of the emperor and save the bloodline of His Majesty......

Although the news was only two hourglass scales ago, and the knight chief did not elaborate, the young knight's heart was immediately surrounded by a violent wave of glory - saving the royal family, isn't that the greatest honor that a knight can get? It was almost something he had never thought about in his more than twenty years of life, no, it was actually some kind of dream that had always been pressed in his heart......

He is about to realize the biggest dream of a knight with a golden flower, to be able to serve the royal family...... It was an opportunity that a knight from the province like himself could never wait for in his life.

Okay, then, then, let's go and punish the damned enemies, these enemies who dare to hold the royal blood hostage, the shameful traitors, the traitors' comrades...... Wail in the flames of magic, and pave a glorious path for our glory with your deaths......

Reaching out and tearing open the scroll, his eyes were fixed on the group of soldiers who had gathered at the end of the alley, but when he opened his mouth to recite the guiding incantation, he suddenly found himself speechless, and a cold liquid was slowly flowing down his neck, a numb sting pain mixed with it—he reflexively reached out and wiped it, and in the dim moonlight, he saw only the black liquid on his gloves, only the fishy smell that rushed to his nose was still somewhat familiar.

It was blood, his own blood.

This reaction surprised him, but it was too late...... The young knight's eyes were blackened, and he twitched in a strange position, his features twisted to the point that they almost snapped, and fell from his face, but he could not make any sound, and could only stare in vain at the pair of feet that were stepping over the darkness in front of him.

The feet disappeared and appeared, and they were dozens of feet away, and with a soft snort, the other knight also fell headlong, with exactly the same bloody wound on his neck, which had cut the vocal cords and the major arteries together with a single knife, and did not hurt even a trace of excess muscle and skin, like the bread cut by the most sophisticated baker.

The last consciousness was so blurred, only the color of the blood under the moonlight remained, slowly paving the path of glory and brilliance in the mind......

The flames are rising.

The defenders moved swiftly, and the tower shields spread outward like black barricades from several houses, creating layers of protection over the inner ring of the town, and shadows wandering on both sides of the streets took over every corner of the houses, and the roofs began to be filled with soldiers armed with crossbows and longbows!

And most importantly, behind them, those figures in robes. Their eyes flashed with a light purple glow, and they scanned every dark corner vigilantly. And with each of their commands, a field of locust arrows flew out. The figure of a knight was pulled from a position, and the burning scrolls in the hands of the latter were scattered in their muffled chantings, and the reverse surge of magical energy completely smoothed the web that had just fluctuated. Turn their final decisive counterattack into an illusory bubble.

It's no longer a battle...... Or rather, it was never a battle.

The knights who believe that they are fighting for their king are nothing more than prey, and the traps themselves are the soldiers who are sniping at them...... The hunters were at the back of the trap, watching the struggle of the highest prey, as they had planned.

However. The so-called plan is often always broken by change.

The rumbling roar echoed through the streets, and the roar was so heavy...... Even wisps of dust erupted from the gaps in the tiled stone slabs, turning into a faint layer of mist, in which the layers of people and horses spread out as if expanding, filling all the spaces in the streets and alleys in an instant!

The spears were leveled, and the horse's hooves were leaping. What they were about to break through was a line of thick black tower shields, behind which the soldiers were heavily armed, and the thick shell armor made them look like pillars of steel. Twenty-foot spears protrude from a gap in the tower shield. The front and back are threefold, forming a jungle of steel.

Behind the shield array, the warrior in charge of the command was sneering-

Although it is not known where exactly this enemy passed through the outer blockade. But his illusion was a little too stupid, and it wasn't the outskirts of a town cloaked in darkness. The luster of magic and torches had already illuminated a radius of 100 feet, so the formation process of this illusion was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes. Unless it is a creature without intelligence, how can it be deceived by such a simple trick?

Heavily armed heavy infantry and pure steel shields, even if they can't get timely reinforcements from mages, can't be broken by illusions or even fireballs triggered by scrolls alone!

The spear was like a forest, but the illusion did not know how to be timid, and in an instant, the first horse had already collided with the sharp spear!

However, at that moment, the huge force had already pushed away the spear and hit the tower shield, and in the thunderous bass that erupted, two or three warriors holding the tower shield rolled out directly and were knocked back more than ten feet away!

Everyone's

That's illusion indeed...... However, after the illusion, there was a different kind of existence than imagined, it was a figure that was taller and stronger than any hoplite, draped in thicker armor, and the curved pages were almost as thick as a book! And when the illusion wore off, the luster of the buff spell on his body shone like a bright light! With a swing of a large axe in his hand, the spear made of hardwood broke more than a dozen with a crisp sound!

Fooled!

This thought crossed the mind of every defender...... Although not everyone deduced that the attacker had used illusion to cover the luster of the teleportation and thus rushed in front of them in one fell swoop, at this moment, the shield array had been breached!

The defenders were well trained, and several heavy infantry immediately turned around and tried to come over and plug the gap. But the knight with the heavy axe let out a low sinister laugh and shouted "Glory to the king!"

At the shout, he suddenly accelerated! The heavily armored body rushed forward like a stone bullet, and the heavy axe in his hand swayed a bright red blood line in the air, and the heavily armed soldiers in front of him were actually separated by him with an axe!

Half of the soldier's body fluttered in the air, spun and fell into the crowd. It smashed squarely on the body of another soldier, and the remaining half of the legs and feet were still running on the ground for two steps, before they fell on their backs, and half of their intestines flowed out with a loud noise, and the pungent fishy smell actually made several soldiers who tried to rush up stop their steps!

By this time, the sword, the hammer, and the shield had each joined the invading ranks, piercing the gaps in the armor and reaching the throat, drawing a semicircular arc of light in the air, denting the helmet, and carrying the weight of the entire body to knock the opponent away...... The already narrow gap widened further, allowing the two robed mages behind to pass first...... Then, a series of purple balls of light pierced through the armor with indestructible power, spilling out more blood!

Seemingly complete defense. It was broken through like this.

Mortals are often intimidated by the power of powerful magic, and they panic when meteor bursts fall. Fearless before the fog of death, retreat before lightning...... However, in fact, in the eyes of a true military commander. It's often not the spells that can change the situation on the battlefield that have a lot of great effects and heavy consumption, but a lot of practical tricks.

The brute force of the ox that can greatly increase the strength of the warrior, the grace of the cat that reacts more quickly, the protective arrows, and the magic missiles that hit the enemy in an instant are the best spells that can enhance the combat power of a fight, and the explosive power brought by the acceleration technique is enough for most strong people to cross a distance of nearly 100 feet in an instant.

Spells are power. Rational application is the essence of it, but even among the mages, not everyone can understand and implement this philosophy.

Heavily armored infantry are almost as miserable as turtles in the face of speeding enemies, and with skill, a good knight can wipe them out one by one, but most of the defenders are lucky to be spared, as their opponents don't bother with them at all - only the small building behind them. That's what they're really aiming for.

All the attacks are for this purpose.

The small building originally seemed to be a shrine, and behind the gate was an empty hall. The chairs and altars that were supposed to be used for worship have been retracted, and moonlight shines through the narrow lattices on the walls. Coated the emptiness with indifferent silver frost. It was like a sharp blade cutting through the darkness, and the sharp and murderous aura even made the intruder stop in an instant.

But in fact. The source of that murderous aura is a man.

He was in the middle of this empty space, standing quietly in the silver white of a moonlight. The luster outlines his tall, thin body, that indifferent sheen. Like a sharp blade.

"I was surprised. But I was also impressed. When the chaotic footsteps stopped for a moment, he slowly spoke: "Your efforts have exceeded my expectations...... Even if you have lost enough manpower, lost enough information, and lost the guarantee of victory, you still carry out your resolution, even if you are doing foolishly, but I admire such courage and such efforts. ”

The moonlight illuminated his face, and the well-groomed face was pale, as if transparent in the light, full of weirdness.

"But that's the end of it. ”

The airy voice echoed in the emptiness, bringing a humming aftermath that brought the eyes of the seven intruders to him—not on the well-groomed face, but at his waist, where a slightly old strap was tied, and the three-finger-wide leather was a little old, but soft and properly bound with a sword.

The scabbard was also made of leather, but it shone faintly in the moonlight, like flowing water, but it was just over two fingers wide compared to the length of an arm and a half.

A rapier.

Compared to broadswords, longswords and other battle blades, the rapier is often called a 'symbolic' weapon, and only the nobles who are not good at martial arts and some wanderers are particularly favored by him, but because of the similar sword-holding environment between the two - in the face of those enemies without armor, this slender and stabbing weapon can exert sufficient damage, otherwise it has no actual combat significance in the battle formation except to make the swordsman taller.

Of the seven people who entered the hall, five were wearing heavy armor, and two mages were wearing robes, protected by magic.

However, the eyes they looked at the sword still did not have a trace of contempt, and they had a very clear understanding in their hearts, knowing that the sword in front of them was different.

Because the name of this sword is the Heart of Pain, it is a sharp blade that has been blooded by a thousand people, and most of these people have died on the battlefield, and the name of the battlefield is called the Central Mountains...... The orcs who are not productive may not be able to make fine and heavy armor, but they are naturally thick and flexible, and their fur is entangled in pine oil and earth, and they are by no means inferior to any armor in defense.

This sword is precisely because it can easily pierce through the fur...... Nearly a thousand times to crush every tenacious beating heart, that's why it got such a name.

An extraordinary weapon, and the person who matches this weapon is naturally also an extraordinary person.

"Lord Salazie, I really wish I hadn't met you here. ”

The old knight among the seven sighed softly and said.

Even though they already had the answer in their hearts, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath when they heard the name—it was one of the few remaining Juggernauts in the Empire, and the most famous of them. Because he is only thirty-six years old, he has been a sword master for nineteen years.

"I don't want to, Lord Raymond...... It is painful to see a steadfast and loyal knight like you go astray. The Juggernaut replied, and he walked slowly, "So, I came here to give you a chance, if you can give up those ...... immediately"

"Forgive me for my incompetence. Lord Salazie. The old knight coldly interrupted the other man's words, and then drew his sword in a sonorous voice: "Unless we can welcome back His Majesty's child, we will never compromise with anyone!" (To be continued......)