Above the mount, Gregor Cregan's eyes changed from tyrannical to astonished.

Magic?!

This person can do magic?!

The cold white light, as well as the inexplicable impact, are absolutely supernatural powers.

But Gregor doesn't have the energy to care about supernatural or non-supernatural things.

He relied on his heavy armor and taut muscles to keep himself from being swept into the tumbling of his horse.

At this moment, the little giant, who was at least two meters six meters behind the armor, threw down his riding spear and took his long sword from the wailing warhorse.

It was a large sword as wide as the palm of an adult's hand, steel that ordinary people might not be able to hold with both hands, but in Gregor's case, it was a one-handed weapon, and he also had a large shield made of oak and iron.

Twenty warriors in iron-clad armor rushed out of the woods.

Ten of them were on horseback, and the rest seemed to use foot combat in order to deal with Grego, who had lost his horse.

These people also saw the cold white aura in Lan En's hands, but the scorching atmosphere on the battlefield and the desire for rewards and merits could override the fear of the unknown.

These warriors don't have a lot of knowledge and intelligence, and they don't understand what kind of damage a person can do when they have top-notch warrior skills and then master magic.

There is only one thought in their simple and uneducated minds - he is a human being!

You can be hacked to death, and you will be dizzy if you hit your head, and it is enough to know that.

Ed staggered over to Ran's side, shouting at the five warriors who had already drawn their swords.

"Go and entangle the cavalry! You can't leave with that shooter! Hit right here! ”

Five riders had to entangle ten riders, and there was no way to give it to Lane and Eddard.

Now the two of them had to deal with more than a dozen opponents, including the [Magic Mountain] and the marksman.

Ed had just broken his mouth, and now he could smell the rust in his mouth when he gasped.

The palm holding the hilt of the sword kept opening and closing, symbolizing his nervous mood.

He once led a large number of helpers in the War of the Retainers to besiege several of the Kingsguards who defended the Tower of Elysium.

But in the end, almost all of them were killed by the famous [Dawn Excalibur] Sir Arthur Dayne.

If it hadn't worked for his sneak attack, Ed wouldn't even have a chance to stand here today.

Arthur Dayne's strength was still fresh in his memory, but it was precisely because such a powerful [Dawn Excalibur] was also killed in a sneak attack during the siege, that he knew better how terrifying it was to fight more with less.

Fighting against a large army, you can use tactics and strategy to achieve more with less.

However, in the fighting of small troops, the only thing that can be relied on for survival is personal quality and equipment.

"We're going to have to kill that [Sweet Mouth], Lanne."

Eddard, panting, whispered a discussion as he stared at the rushing enemy.

"I won't ask you about your hand of magic, it doesn't matter. The most important thing now is do you have a plan? ”

"Plan?" The witcher with a calm expression asked a strange question, and then lowered his body as if he was about to start.

Ed watched this scene in a daze.

"The plan is to kill it!"

"Poof!" With a loud sound, the sturdy leather sole rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound.

The core knowledge of the [Bear School Swordsmanship] makes Lan En's activation speed as fast as a ghost!

Gregor, who was the closest and most threatening, had witnessed Lan's footsteps, and he only felt his scalp tingle at this point.

It was a sensation that was extremely alien to him, and which in the past he had inflicted on his enemies.

Subconsciously, Gregor held the large oak shield in front of him.

With a "bang", the arm with the thickness of an ordinary person's thigh suddenly felt a sinking.

A well-struck sword directly on the iron-clad oak shield!

Normally, Gregor parries enemy attacks, even if it is a combined attack of several enemies, and it is enough to use the strength of his upper arm to set up a shield.

But now

"Whew!"

Far more than expected force was suddenly exerted on his body, Gregor's back molars clenched violently, and the support leg behind him even bent involuntarily!

This is simply unimaginable for the first strong man of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Still." Beneath the barrel helmet, Gregor gritted his teeth and sneered slightly.

"It's about the same as me!"

It was a confrontation of pure strength, and although Gregor was surprised, as a well-trained knight, he reacted quickly.

The terrifyingly big sword, he didn't use the blade to cut Lanen. Instead, he turned his sword around and prepared to use the hilt weight ball to smash Lan's head!

The blade is too long, but it is easy to block. In normal times, he can use his own strength to resist the enemy's block and send the blade into the opponent's flesh.

But against a power player of his division, Gregor opted to use the more agile hilt weights at close range.

Even if I have the same strength as me, I'm the strongest!

He was born to kill, and he was born to kill. He could even press his brother's face into the brazier without feeling it, killing his father and sister.

Pinch the baby's head with his hands and insult the baby's mother while his hands are still stained with blood.

When it comes to killing, no one is more experienced than him!

But just as Gregor was cheering inwardly for his strain, he saw Lane's calm cat-eyes.

And in the fierce confrontation, this look of the opponent can be literally translated as-

'That's it?' ’

Gregor Clegane uses all his martial arts to overwhelm people, and his rough technique makes it completely clear to Lan En as soon as he comes into contact with him.

"Force motion analysis is complete, please cast the spell according to the image instructions."

Mentos thoughtfully marked an arrow out.

Lan En instantly lowered his body in the opponent's stunned eyes, dodging the attack, and his left hand was close to the opponent's sword-swinging wrist at the same time.

"[Alder]."

With a "bang", Gregor's huge body seemed to be pulled by someone, and he was originally just wielding the hilt of the sword, but under the sudden afterburner, it turned into a more powerful and fierce slash than usual!

The steel greatsword was long and wide, and with this swing, it directly hacked to death the two soldiers around him who roared and rushed towards Eddard on the spot!

One was cut off at the waist, the other stuck the blade in his spine, and the slippery entrails were leaking out of the gaping gap in his waist.

"Fuck you!"

Gregor did not pity his own soldiers, he was only angry that he was being teased.

Tricked by those wizards' weak little tricks!

Ignoring the soldier's wails of pain, Gregor drew his sword as the stubble rubbed against the steel.

Then he turned around and was about to slash at Ran.

But perhaps it was the time he had spent on the battlefield with a super-heavy armor that he didn't seem to realize that he had exposed his back to an opponent of equal strength to himself. What a danger!

Lane's boots slammed into Gregor behind his knees, and the Black Iron Giant's body suddenly tilted.

And against his crooked head was Lan En's clenched fist.

If this hit is a blow, Lanne's strength is combined with Gregor's own weight, and a punch is estimated to turn the head in this helmet into paste in the concussion.

But just then, a sharp arrow slashed across the night sky and shot towards Lan's unprotected neck!

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