One of Exter's light infantrymen clenched the mace in his hand and with a steady breath, rhythmically tapped the thick wooden shield in his left hand, closely following the footsteps of his teammates in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As one of the dozen or so combat captains of the Li Rok Brigade, he is in his early thirties, and this is not the first time he has been on the battlefield.

The men of the Northlands, whether farmers, hunters, craftsmen, or woodcutters, were born to fight with swords—sometimes even women.

How happy and glorious it is to squander your blood on the battlefield and fight to the death against the most powerful enemies, and for the survivors to drink the wine of victory.

Every time he wielded the mace, feeling the sound of bone cracking in the enemy's body, it made him even more excited and excited.

Now, for example, the thirty-year-old combat captain roared happily, stepped forward to keep up with his companion, and slammed the mace into the head of a star man who was unprepared.

He roared and drew his mace, blood spraying his face.

The next moment, the battle captain did not hesitate to pounce on the star man who had made up for it in front of him.

But they--these star-men are so tough," he thought, swinging his shield and knocking his opponent crookedly.

With casualties of this magnitude, if the general army had been replaced, the morale would have collapsed long ago and they would have fled in all directions.

Unless they're elite.

Unless they have a competent commander who is just as tough.

Swift and sophisticated, the captain dodged a menacing stab from his opponent, the blade of the sword grazing across his right forehead.

"Hey, you're a veteran. ”

The captain burst out laughing and smashed the enemy back with a single blow.

"Bang-bang-click!"

The sound of horses' hooves and clashing, as well as the sound of swords slicing through armor, came from the side.

A deep and fierce male voice came from the warhorse: "...... Let's go find Rumba!"

The stars who had been defending in formation lifted their spirits, shouted, stepped forward, followed the knights on their horses, and rushed towards the Exeters.

The battle captain looked moved: they were about to break through.

Just, why to the north?

Although it is true that the siege on the north side is weaker than the side of the Broken Dragon Fortress...... However, even if it breaks through, it will be the Grand Duke's barracks, and other more elite troops, right?

And...... The knight who rushed out of formation?

It was a murderous man, wielding a great sword vigorously, and the sword light flickered with a head, as well as scattered flesh and blood, and the war horse under the crotch knocked the two of them away.

He had a small child tied to his back, a large silver-black bow......

Wait a minute!

The captain's pupils shrank.

Is that...... The bow?

The next second.

"Him!"

"It's him!"

Exeter's infantry captain yelled frantically, as if he had found the richest spoils of war, and no longer cared about the wheezing star veteran in front of him.

He grinded his teeth excitedly and rushed towards the horse without hesitation.

The battle captain drank wildly:

"Kingdom Fury!"

Many of the Exeters shook and turned their heads towards the man on the horse.

The captain raised his shield over his head, defending the man's broadsword, and the mace in his hand was slammed towards the horse's belly.

But the great sword didn't slash as expected, and was then parried by his shield.

Instead, it shook in the man's hand and thrust downward.

The battle captain only felt a chill on his right collarbone, and a sharp pain hit him.

The horse swept to his side, his knees limped, and blood gushed from his shoulders.

But he still struggled to give away the weapon in his hand.

The mace slashed through the horse's belly, opening another wound on the already scarred horse.

The horse screamed, falling in front of him along with the man.

Hey, at least...... I stopped Kingdom Fury's mount.

The battle captain thought with difficulty.

The shield was out of his hand, and the captain clutched the bleeding wound on his shoulder, feeling the pain deep into his lungs, and raised the mace with all his might, trying to smash it at the man who had risen from the ground, and the boy behind him.

And then, my final blow...... Killed Kingdom Wrath...... He thought.

But no sooner had the thought come to him than a petite figure in a cloak came from behind, and the scimitar struck at him, slicing off his right hand holding the mace.

"Ahh

The battle captain howled unwillingly.

In the next second, Jenard, who came from behind, cut off his head with a sword.

"That's right," Jenard gasped at the corpse, "I'm a veteran. ”

One by one, the soldiers of the Angry Guard rushed forward, pushing their way through the enemy and fighting for Alaka Mu's side.

Putile and the others were only able to keep up with Alaka at this time.

The battlefield became chaotic because of the breakthrough of the Star People.

"Kingdom Wrath! he's here!" cheered many of Exeter's soldiers excitedly, and the news spread quickly across the battlefield.

Front, side, and back, countless Exeters, like sharks smelling blood, roared wildly towards the place.

"Really?" said Huaiya in the rear, dissatisfied: "He's like a target!

"Don't doubt your commander!" Putileh also fell from his horse, and he hurried through the triangular formation used by the soldiers for assault: "At least believe in the prestige of the Kingdom Fury - Your Highness is safest by his side!"

Tails nervously lay on Alaka's back, enduring the vertigo feeling of having just fallen off his horse: "What now?"

Araka coldly grasped his sword in both hands, sliced through the light armor of one of his enemies on his left, and left the other party to lie on the ground and wail.

He looked at the Iron Fist Banner that was not close, and then at the countless enemies surging in the fan-shaped area in front of him, and said in a cold voice, "The mount can only take us here." ”

"Shock formation!" Alaka shouted, his whole body shocked, and Tails, who was clinging to him, clearly felt that Araka's heart was beating faster, his body began to heat up, his muscles expanded, and he vibrated rhythmically and regularly.

It's like a predatory beast ready to start hunting.

He realized right away...... It was the end of Alaka's vision, a raging volcano with dull and terrifying explosions from within.

Araka gritted his teeth, holding the sword in his right hand and the holster on the spine of the sword in his left hand, dragging his weapon behind him and charging towards the multiple enemies in front of him.

The last remaining soldiers of the Angry Guard reflexively followed his flanks, following their commander and running towards their opponents without hesitation.

Araca protrudes at the forefront, like the tip of a wedge.

The five blades in the front row roared towards him at the same time, three at the head and chest, and two at the left and right.

The next moment, Araka burst out of his throat with an angry roar, kicked his hind legs on the ground, lowered his body, and rushed into the range of the blade!

The tied Tails shrunk his head as hard as he could, clinging to Araka's shoulders, and he still felt at least three blades whizzing overhead.

Alaka drank violently, the blood vessels in his arms expanded, transmitting the force of an explosion, and the huge two-handed sword slashed fiercely, bringing out a blood-colored arc in the air!

"Puff ......"

Three blades, with three forearms, broke away from their master's grasp and fell weakly from mid-air.

Blood splattered on Tails' forehead, causing him to grit his teeth and frown.

Does it have to be so bloody every time?

Ignoring the blades coming from his left and right, he roared into the arms of the infantryman in front of him who was howling with his right hand in his arms, and knocked him down with a ferocious elbow.

The Angry Guards on either side were only a position slower than Araka, and they also swooped down with rage, stopping the enemy before the two blades that Araka had missed could attack his left and right points.

The soldier of the guard on the left successfully plunged his sword into the opponent's lower abdomen, pushed away the opponent who was screaming in pain, and continued to follow Araka to the second row of enemies.

The soldier of the Guards on the right was unfortunately cut into the shoulder blade, but he still rushed forward without hesitation, knocking the enemy to the ground, and the other soldier stepped over the two scuffling on the ground without looking, and made up for the cone-shaped shock formation, and moved forward again.

In a little more than a second, at the tip of the formation, the fierce Araka broke through the first row of enemies.

He continued to push forward.

But within close range, he was greeted by a squad of five experienced veterans, three with shields and swords, two with axes, staring warily at Alaka.

"Kingdom wrath," said one of the middlemen, "you can't get through...... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Araka stabbed his shield with a ferocious sword, protruding from the other side and into the chest of his foe with the terrifying force and impact of the impact.

But the blade was stuck in the shield and sternum.

The enemy snorted in pain, still struggling to secure Araka's greatsword, trying to get the three people around him to take his life before he died.

An axe blade was the first to roar!

Alaka didn't hesitate at all, he swung his left fist with a fanatical face, and with terrifying force, he hit the center of the big sword's sword body hard!

With a bang, the big sword broke!

Alaka roared forward, kicking the second shield-wielding veteran down, then swung his left wrist and grazed the side of the blade, pushing it off his head.

Under the shocked eyes of his enemies, the axe slid across Alaka's left forearm, taking with him a piece of flesh.

The severed blade in Araka's hand stabbed the axe-wielder in the neck before he could react.

The last two enemies roared at Alaka, but the latter didn't look at them, just kept charging forward!

As before, the Fury Guards on both sides of the flank, one position behind, sacrificed their lives to take away the threat of the remaining two for Kingdom Fury, this time the men on both sides were unlucky, and both lost their lives, but the follow-up Guards still rushed forward desperately, keeping the formation intact and the safety of Alaka's side.

Tails suddenly understood something.

They, the sword and shield men of the Furious Guard, were covering Alaka's flanks with their lives, allowing the latter to focus undisturbed on breaking through the enemy in front and center, maximizing his unstoppable and terrifying impact.

A little more than two seconds later, Araka broke through the second row.

The next group of enemies is in front of you.

The two current enemies were armed with spears, the tips of which were pointed tightly at the heart of Araka, determined to force him back with the movement of the speartips, no matter how much he advanced.

The other three were close to their sides.

But Araka didn't give them that chance.

I only heard him scream, and the explosive fluctuating finishing power surged up to his right arm, like a volcanic eruption, and threw the extremely broken blade on his hand!

The howl of death lasted for a fraction of a second, and the tip of the blade of flesh was piercing the face of the spearman who had taken him first.

He shuddered, and the spear in his hand was pointed at Alaka, hanging limply.

"No, brother!" the other spearman beside him roared bitterly.

Araka's face was hideous, and he reached into the front of the hanging spear with both hands, and with a quick draw, he pushed out the spear in his hand fiercely!

The power of the end erupted again with the stabbing spear, and another spearman, who roared wildly, was struck firmly in the chest by the force of the battering ram, and fell to the ground in a muffled grunt, and the hissing came to an abrupt end.

The spear was recycled in Araka's hand, and then used as a stick by the latter, and in a huge swing of power, it swept hard at the bottom plate of the remaining three!

Araka turned his spearhead without changing his face, stabbed one of the three who fell to the ground, and then continued to charge forward without looking back.

The guards on both sides followed again, and by the way, the remaining two were resolved.

"How long can you sustain such an onslaught?" Tails asked in Araka's ear as he looked at the dense array of enemies in front of him, looked at the Iron Fist banner in the distance, and mentally calculated the time and distance.

"Long enough. Araka said in a deep voice, charging at a sword-wielding enemy, "As long as my guards are there." ”

Five seconds, Araka broke through the third row.

In Tails' stunned gaze, Araka steadily threw his spear and stabbed the thigh of the man in front of him.

The unarmed Kingdom Fury rushed forward, flashing a sword strike, but it also left a wound on his right arm.

The soldiers of the Guard swooped down again, shutting out the enemy on both sides with bravery and sacrifice.

With a frantic roar, an axe blade struck the wind, and Kingdom Fury took two steps forward without looking, grabbing the shaft of the spear that was throwing, dragging the enemy who was clutching his thighs and teeth, while quickly turning back and blocking the blade with his spear bar.

"Smack!" the shaft of the spear broke, and as if he had expected it, Araka held the broken shaft of the spear, and with a twist, the broken spear slammed into the bridge of the nose of the bearer!

As the axe-wielder snorted and closed his eyes, Kingdom Fury shook off the shaft of the broken spear and grasped the handle between the axe-wielder's hands with precision, pulling him toward him. Then Araka slammed his opponent's already wounded nose with a chilling headbutt, snatching his axe from the moment he fell to the ground.

Alaka crossed him, as well as the enemy, who was panting with his thigh, impaled by a spear, and continued the assault.

Eight seconds, Araka broke through the fourth row of enemies, and one of the guards died.

Eleven seconds, Araka slashed the heads of two men with an axe, breaking through the fifth row, and two guards died.

Sixteen seconds, this time two chainmail infantrymen who were obviously officers, Araka cut back a shield soldier with an axe, and it took some time before finally snatching a short sword, piercing the eyes and throats of the two officers without protection, breaking through the sixth row.

Nineteen seconds, Araka easily flew his sword to pierce the habitual hand of one man, and then, using the enemy as a shield, jammed the axe blades of the two, twisted their necks, and slashed the chest of the fourth with the axe of one of them, and the seventh row broke through, and one of the guards died.

Tails watched in amazement, watching as Alaka, bare-handed, snatched the enemy's blades and broke through the interceptions of countless opponents with his fierce and violent momentum and instinctive fighting skills.

Is this what it is...... In the previous life, the second disease said that "knights do not die with their bare hands"?

Under the onslaught of Kingdom Fury, Exeter's light infantry line was like a piece of tissue paper, which he quickly penetrated at the speed of training running.

"Hell, won't he get tired," a panting Waiya behind him slashed the throat of the wailing enemy on the ground with a sword, and watched Alaka's impact in amazement: "We trotted all the way, and we didn't stop at all!"

"Is it the first time you've heard his nickname?" Putirai snorted.

Eda on the side just pursed his lips: this guy's movements in the face of multiple enemies and multiple strikes are smoother than five years ago.

In a few minutes, they had already broken through the enemy in two dozen platoons.

But the Angry Guards on both sides continued to die.

Tails realized worriedly: Alaka's teeth were getting tighter and tighter.

His breathing was getting sharper and sharper.

His physical strength ...... How long will it last?

Alaka grimaced, drove the mace into the face of its original owner, shoved away the screaming foe, and roared and rushed down to the next man.

It was an officer, fully armoured, with a terrifying double-sided axe in his hand.

He was shouting something.

It seems to be a commander—Tails thought as he listened to the other man's orders, frowning.

Kingdom Wrath is a legend.

Exeter's soldiers had heard of him by name - and the legends of his battlefield.

That terrible man had the wrath of the entire star in his body.

No one ever stood up to his onslaught.

At least that's what Mammon Lerok, commander of the Lerok Light Infantry Brigade, had heard.

He witnesses this to this day with his own eyes.

The six-and-a-half-foot-tall Northland man frowned deeply, and as he watched his brigade penetrate most of it as if it were no man's land, he rubbed his double-sided axe, licked his teeth, and looked eagerly at Alaka in front of him.

With Li Rok's super-level strength, he could have been a combat captain of a heavy armor sword and axeman, but those damn heavy armors were too expensive, and ...... He prefers to be a commander.

Many red-eyed warriors lose their minds, leaving them mad, defenseless, and resourceful.

But he won't, Leerok knows that the truth of the battlefield is not to kill, but to survive.

Ryrok took a deep breath of cold air. He chuckled as he looked at Araka, at Tails behind him, at the guards on either side of him.

I've found your weakness.

Kingdom Fury. (To be continued.) )