The badge is the size of a palm, and the wings spread out behind the angel are stained with dirt, and only a bit of whiteness can be seen vaguely in the mud.
She closed her eyes and held a silver cross epee in a pious posture.
The relief of the badge is single-sided, and the back is smooth. There seems to be two lines of writing engraved on it, but due to the passage of time, it has been corroded and only scratches remain.
The traveling poet looked through this ancient badge and couldn't see anything strange at the moment, but at that time, the character hid it directly in the mezzanine after picking up the thing.
The character card can only give pale memories and cannot connect the character's emotions, so he doesn't understand the character's mood when he picked up this rag when he was lost, and hid it preciously.
If he hadn't acquired the memory, he probably wouldn't have been able to find this mysterious thing.
The traveling poet put the badge into his pocket inexplicably and prepared to continue monitoring the tablet. However, the next moment, he seemed to hear something.
"Click..."
"Click..."
"Click..."
Quite a rhythmic sound.
From the corner at the end of this corridor, there was a sound like something heavy colliding with metal, causing the friction.
The traveling poet immediately put away the tablet, turned around and skillfully climbed out of the window sill, put his body against the edge of the wall and looked around.
After a while, a figure appeared at the end of this brightly lit corridor.
It wore the metal armor of a medieval warrior. The thick plate armor wrapped its body in a majestic and majestic manner. The helmet and visor covered its entire head, with the top showing an exaggerated cone shape.
Holding a huge battle ax in its hand, it slowly walked around the corner step by step, and a deathly yet ferocious aura hit it!
This is a medieval knight image!
The traveling poet almost held his breath. He withdrew his gaze and silently stared at the outside wall, listening to the rhythmic "click" sound gradually approaching.
"Click..."
"Crack..."
However, in the fifty-meter-long corridor, the knight in armor seemed to have walked for a century, and his movements were extremely slow!
As it walked, the plate armor patches on its body collided with each other, making sounds in the silent night.
Finally, it reached the corner of the stairs.
Then the sound stopped.
The traveling poet hiding behind this wall had his pupils shrunken and he was motionless. At this moment, the two sides were only separated by a wall of only a few dozen centimeters!
Three seconds later, the knight's armor turned around mechanically.
Immediately, he walked slowly, holding a heavy battle ax in his hand, and continued walking back step by step, without any reaction to the door at the end of the corner.
After hearing the "click" sound a little further away, the traveling poet who was clinging to the wall gently exhaled the breath that was held in his chest.
However, the next moment, he was trembling with chills all over his body!
A cold and bone-chilling sense of crisis emerged from the bottom of my heart, piercing the center of my eyebrows!
The traveling poet turned sideways suddenly, and in an instant there was a sound of breaking wind behind his ears, and a sharp arrow pierced the original position of his head, and penetrated deeply into the wall.
Something unexpected happened! The traveling poet didn't have time to think. He quickly alternated between his feet, holding the relief with both hands to stabilize his balance. His body rolled over the edge of the narrow wall several times, and the sharp arrows coming from behind shot into the wall one after another!
Finally, the traveling poet, sensing the crisis again, suddenly let go and his body fell from the edge of the wall——
"boom!"
The position where he just tried to climb over was suddenly smashed by a giant metal ax!
The knight in armor in the corridor was holding a battle axe. His strong body appeared next to the breach in the wall. On his head covered by a plate helmet, there was a faint scarlet light in the eyes!
As he fell, the traveling poet spun around and grabbed the carvings of the arch below. Then he swung directly into the aisle, and his figure was immediately hidden behind the beams.
After encountering several crises in a short period of time, he panted rapidly and recalled the scene he had just seen in his mind.
When he turned over just now, he saw in the tall building opposite the castle, there were several knights in the same armor as those in the corridor, but they were holding bows and arrows!
Is there such a thing in Prague Castle? !
The traveling poet took a few breaths. Suddenly, he heard a dense "click" sound coming from the aisle on the left!
He immediately started walking in the opposite direction, but after a while, the traveling poet stopped and backed away slowly and cautiously.
Two armored knights holding giant axes came towards him.
The traveling poet looked behind him again.
A dozen identical medieval knights came from the left aisle, but they were holding spear guns with wooden shafts and seemingly iron heads.
The two parties surrounded them from the front and back. They were silent, their marching speed was neither fast nor slow, their aura was dead but violent, their eyes were faintly scarlet.
There are a dozen enemies on the left and two enemies on the right.
The traveling poet thought about the giant ax that just smashed through the wall, and rushed towards a dozen people without hesitation!
And just when he came within two meters of the knights' armor, the originally slow-moving knights suddenly raised their heads and moved forward very quickly, stabbing him directly with the spears in their hands!
The traveling poet suddenly leaned forward and nimbly slipped between several spears. He held two thin prismatic metal pieces between his fingers and threw them towards the spears that were coming from the diagonal direction!
"Bah!"
The metal piece sliced through the spear shaft that penetrated the top of the head, directly cutting off the entire spear!
The iron spearhead was bounced off by another thin piece and fell to the ground with a clanking sound.
Then he touched the ground with his toes, tilted his body at an almost impossible angle, and rotated half a circle backwards. Then he grabbed the spear of the knight next to him with his left hand and used the force to straighten his body, raised his foot and kicked it hard!
Bang——!
The knight in front of him was kicked away by the traveling poet, knocking down two armors behind him, and he also snatched the spear from the opponent's hand.
But at this time, he was already surrounded!
The knights' armor, which had been slow and stuck before, now moved as fast as wind and as fierce as lightning. They seemed to be letting out a silent cry, charging forward with the spears in their hands!
The traveling poet immediately raised his hand, and the spear pole blocked several attacks, but the strength of several knights also made him take two steps back, and there was a sound of breaking wind behind him!
The iron spearhead flashed sharply under the illumination of the scarlet moon. The traveling poet shook off the attack and ducked sideways in time, but the sharp hook of the spearhead still scratched his cheek and cut off the end of his hair beside his ear.
His clothes were also torn by the spear thrust in, and bright red blood dripped to the ground.
After all, he cannot defeat a group of people with just two fists. If the corridors in the castle were not spacious enough, his situation would probably be even more difficult!
The traveling poet glanced at the two giant axes that continued to approach not far away, and quickly retreated while resisting the spear attack.
After entering a certain range, these knight armors seemed to have activated some mechanism. They moved quickly and attacked fiercely, aiming at the head with all their moves!
He insisted on stabbing the knight in front with his spear, but found that he couldn't even penetrate the opponent's armor!
Hearing the sharp clang of metal, the traveling poet could only choose to break the spearheads of the knights.
However, when their fists wrapped in plate armor fell on him, the traveling poet couldn't help but groaned, and a fishy sweetness filled his throat.
Several thin metal pieces appeared in his hand and he threw them towards the charging knight!
call out--!
The thin slices flew through the air and directly cut off the extremely hard plate helmets from their necks!
However, there was nothing in the neat cuts, no blood, no flesh, only empty armor, and the helmet fell to the ground with a clang.
The knight who rushed over didn't stop at all, holding his spear high in his headless armor!
When the crisis came, the hairs on his body were all cold!
A sharp sound broke through the air from a distance!
The traveling poet's pupils shrank suddenly, and for a moment he chose to resist the spear that was piercing his head so close at hand. The moment he grabbed the spearhead, blood dripped from his sloping shoulders!
A sharp arrow pierced his shoulder. The traveling poet broke off the spear head with force, then threw it to the knight beside him.
He hid his figure behind the beam and frowned slightly: "They are really a bunch of monsters."
Then, the traveling poet raised his right hand and made a hand gesture, and a thin light flashed between his fingers, as if he was pulling something out.
next moment--
"Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng!"
Several metal collisions sounded!
The thin metal pieces he threw out before were recovered in an instant, and the sharp blades cut off the armors of those knights at high speed, splitting them into pieces in an instant!
The charging knight's armor still held a spear in his hand, but it only took a moment to transform from a brave warrior to a broken doll.
There were more than a dozen pieces of plate armor scattered in the corridor, but this time they did not stage a terrifying scene of physical charge.
The perfect trap angle allowed him to eliminate these spear knights in one go!
At this time, the giant ax knight approaching not far away had already approached within ten meters!
The traveling poet glanced at the two giant axes who were obviously speeding up, gritted his teeth, pulled out the sharp arrows on his shoulders and threw them away, then turned around and ran away!
The sound of "click" and "click" behind me chased after him!
Even getting closer!
However, just as he ran around the corner, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows, grabbed him and pulled him over!
At that moment, the metal sheet in the traveling poet's hand had already fallen, but the girl in front of him suddenly blinked at him with her dark but smart eyes.
"Shh, don't make a sound..."
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－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I found that I couldn’t write Xiao Shuoer’s fight, but I could write other people’s fight scenes smoothly! Sure enough, I am my mother!
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