"We can't evacuate, everyone!!! There are still people from Demacia here!!"
Many riders present hesitated and glanced at the roaring colleagues, then turned their horses' heads and chose to keep up with the captain's pace.
Swindell watched blankly as his companions dispersed in a rush, feeling that the identity of a ranger that he had always been proud of was a joke.
"Hahaha!!! Hahahaha!!! Look at how overwhelmed he is! I think we should go back to gather more tribesmen, and simply go south to occupy this weak country of Demacia, hahaha !!!"
The Freljord bandits watching the show laughed and watched as the Demacia coward fled the battlefield. Finally, they all cast their sarcastic eyes on the young rider who screamed miserably, wondering whether this idiot who didn't know how to escape would be there next moment. Pee your pants.
Everything in front of him was a little blurry, and Swindel seemed to have returned to the past. Outside the Greentooth Peak post, General Oren with a serious face stared at him.
"Sventel, there is a very dangerous task for you now. Mount your plains horse and go to the Noxian camp. Tell them that Oren wants to talk to their highest officer. This Do you dare to accept the task?"
That was what General Oren asked him to say, and that was his answer to General Oren.
"General, I am a sentinel, and even more so a soldier. Demacia's soldiers are never afraid of danger."
In fact, at that time, I didn't say a single curse word to General Oren.
"I'm afraid of death, why do I think I'm a fucking soldier?"
After shouting out the unspoken words at the time, Swindel gently stroked the restless horse, his chest was pounding, but he finally calmed down.
After the calm, in the wails of the villagers and colleagues, in the sound of retreating horse hooves, in the vulgar and obscene ridicule of the savages, a blazing fire burned the whole world.
The knight raised the silver-shining fine iron sword high, and the fire ignited the burning anger in his heart. Swindel glanced hatefully at the dozens of bloody barbarian warriors present. Among the corpses everywhere, the knight The fear and confusion on his face disappeared, and his will had never been so firm.
He has no control over what others do, he only does what a Ranger Knight should do.
"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Warrior Swindel is here!!!"
The knight's voice was firm and loud, piercing the sky, as if he was singing a victory song.
Not far away, the knight who had not left completely froze. Unknowingly, he stopped holding the horse's belly, tightened the reins, turned his head with a complicated expression, and looked behind him at the fool who was still holding his position. '.
"They... they haven't left yet... haven't left... Ari, we can be saved..."
The desperate Demacian villagers hiding in the dark were waiting for the massacre, but suddenly they heard the loud voices of the Demacian soldiers outside the house. The villagers retreated in fear, hugging their sons, crying as if they had found support.
After the knights of Demacia shouted the first words, the sarcasm and ridicule on the faces of the Freljord barbarians gradually solidified, and their faces began to become serious, which they had never shown when they encountered cavalry charges. expression.
Although they couldn't understand what the Demacian was saying, even a fool could see that the knight was not trying to escape.
He will not surrender, nor will he run away.
Instead, he wants to fight.
This is the last thing they want to see, because many of them were expelled from the group and gathered in the south because they were afraid of fighting the ferocious enemies in the north.
They are actually cowards from the north, a group of deserters who are afraid of bear-man shamans and cannibal trolls.
Ursals is like this, leader Swak is like this, but there are only a few failed marriages like Alsalon who were kicked out for inexplicably offending the war mother's beloved wife.
Standing on the spot in the most standard cavalry charge posture, Swindell slowly raised his sword horizontally to his side and grasped the reins tightly with his left hand.
He wants to charge, he wants to fight, he is destined to die here, he wants to use his burning soul to burn the cowardice of the Demacia soldiers to nothing, he wants to dedicate his life to his faith and will.
The mission of a cavalryman is to charge, not to escape.
"Demacia Rangers!!!"
His throat was damaged, and Swindel's voice became hoarse, which was very unpleasant.
"charge!!!"
"Xilulu!!"
As if feeling the boiling fighting spirit of the unfamiliar owner, the originally trembling plains horse retreated in fear and neighed. The horse's eyes widened, forgetting the threat of death, and began to move vigorously, gradually accelerating, crazily. He rushed towards the barbarian warrior who stayed where he was.
At this moment, it is the most brave and fearless war horse in the world, and Swindel believes this, even though this is their first meeting.
"kill!!!!"
Hearing the hoarse war cry of the Demacians, Ursals stared blankly at the Demacian cowards charging towards him, as if he had returned to that snowy night when he witnessed his son being slaughtered by a crazy werebear. They shared the food and refused to enter the snowfield again to search for supplies.
War Mother's eyes have never been so disappointed...
When he came back to his senses, Barbarian had just raised his axe, and before he could shake his wrist, a cold light flashed through, and his vision began to spin and dance. At the last moment, what Ursals saw was his headless body and the body that fell to the ground. hand axe.
His arms kept hanging down.
It turns out that it was all an illusion all along.
Until the moment of his death, he did not dare to point the ax he had lost all his life at the Demacian who charged towards him.
He didn't even raise the hatchet.
He was afraid.
"It turns out that I am the coward, right..."
Consciousness is completely immersed in darkness.
"kill him!!!"
Swak, who had a river-shaped war pattern painted on his face, was the first to react and roared at the knight who dared to provoke him.
On the way to the charge, Swindel bent down to avoid the flying stone rope flying towards him. Like a miracle, he narrowly and dangerously deflected the whizzing ax with his long sword. His nerves were extremely tense. The ranger once again used his long sword to cut off a head, and then was hit in the chest by a flying ax flying from the right front. He fell off the horse with a plop, rolled several times, and half-knelt with the long sword in front of him. , lost his breath.
After the owner fell, the horse did not run away. Instead, it accelerated towards a barbarian warrior again. Unfortunately, it was caught in the front leg by the spinning stone flying rope and fell to the ground. Then its throat was cut by the barbarian with a long sword.
Neighing unwillingly, the war horse slowly closed its eyes and stared at the direction where its new master fell.
Witnessing the fierce horse dying in the angry neighing, the barbarian warrior who successfully killed the Demacia knight with a flying ax did not feel any joy, but felt chilled all over.
Perhaps everything in front of them was too shocking, and the barbarian bandits present were at a loss for a moment.
It seems that these southerners are not as cowardly as they thought.
"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Warrior Polis is here!!! Follow the Knights of Sventor!"
"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Warrior Nochister is here!!! Follow the Sventer Knight!"
"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Warrior Morsarchi is here!!! Follow the Sventer Knight!"
"Demacia! The First Legion Ranger Warrior Calamis is here!!! Follow the Knights of Sventor!"
After Sventel fell, four more rangers who had not completely left returned to the battlefield and roared in the face of the hordes of Freljord bandits.
"Demacia Rangers!!! Charge!!!!!"
"charge!!!"
"Kill!!!"
Facing the prepared bandits, the charge of the light cavalry was too feeble. The knights were hit by spinning throwing weapons midway, and fell under their horses one after another, and were killed by the Freljordians. Behead.
Many villagers witnessed everything before them. In pain, they put their right arms between their teeth, clenched their teeth, and forced to hold back their sad cries. They allowed tears to flow down their cheeks, but they did not dare to make a sound. .
There are always people who need to pass on the heroic deeds, even if it costs their own dignity.
Feeling the huge humiliation, Swak took two steps forward and chopped off the dead knight's head with a sword.
"Kill them!! We are the winners!!! Kill them all!!!"
