"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!" There was a flash of cold light, and Rodney made an indistinct voice as he stumbled off the stool and sat down on the dirt to avoid the horizontal slash that went straight to his neck.
"Bah -" He opened his mouth and spit out the remaining bread in his mouth, then rolled on the ground with one hand and pulled out his one-handed sword.
"Ding - Cang" the sound of gold and iron sounded behind him. The mustache mercenary and two other mercenaries who came in with him were forced back to the corner by three other "villagers" who rushed in from the door. Rodney He quickly turned his head back. No one could help him. He gritted his teeth and stabbed forward with his sword.
"Ding - click" This blow, which was seriously lacking in accuracy and strength, was easily deflected by the opponent. The short and fat mercenary kicked down the stool in panic and tried to prevent the opponent from coming. At the same time, he took a big step back to the left to avoid being hit. Forced against the wall.
"Click -" The long wooden stool was kicked aside by the stern-faced "villager", who slowly approached with a sullen one-handed sword pointed downward.
——These are not the guys we have fought against before, Rodney thought in a cold sweat.
The opponent's move was decisive and precise. The one-handed sword in his hand had simple lines but had a Sivalier-style romantic beauty. The pure and bright blade was a level higher than the one in Rodney's hand. ——You must know that this is already a good long sword. The price of 8 Ella silver coins entrusted a skilled blacksmith to spend a lot of time to make this sword. It has always been Rodney's treasure, but only After a confrontation, he discovered that there was a small gap in his sword.
"My little sweetheart!" The pudgy mercenary's face wrinkled up, but the situation was urgent and there was no time for him to feel distressed.
"Wha—" The villager on the opposite side used the same swordsmanship as Rodney. He was right-handed, holding the sword with one hand, and slashed at an angle. This kind of swordsmanship can be found all over the west coast and even the entire Rigal continent. Whether it is the army or private individuals, as long as it is a professional swordsman, it will teach you it.
When new students in basic training grounds all over the country learn for the first time, they constantly swing their swords against the diagonal or vertical lines against the square patterns painted on the wall or paper.
Left diagonal chop, right diagonal chop, vertical chop, left diagonal lift, right diagonal lift, horizontal chop. A series of basic movements were numbered into groups 1, 2, and 3, and then they were swung out continuously under the shouts of the instructor - and at this moment, facing the opponent's extremely precise attack that had been tempered for thousands of times, Rodney felt that his method had returned. In the recruit training ground, standing opposite was the bald and bearded evil instructor.
"When--" Experience saved Rodney's life. When a right-handed swordsman swings his sword face to face with one hand, the sword must fall on the opponent's left shoulder, so when the opponent swings the sword, he shakes it hard. He took out his long sword.
Sparks flew everywhere. After successfully parrying the blow, Rodney took advantage of the opportunity and stabbed straight into the opponent's neck with his backhand sword. But the villager opposite was not a vegetarian either. He turned his body and narrowly avoided the sword. At the same time, he took a big step forward with his left foot and then slashed Rodney's stomach from the outside at a wide angle. .
"Damn it!" The short, fat mercenary gritted his teeth hard on his feet and bowed his whole body back. However, his out-of-shape figure still prevented him from completely avoiding the blow. The powerful one-handed sword slashed hard on the dangling body. The shock transmitted through the chain mail to Rodney's stomach made him immediately feel sick and vomit gastric juice full of sour smell.
"Ugh - poof." The disgusting vomit made the villagers on the opposite side subconsciously avoid it, which made him miss the chance to deal a fatal blow to Rodney, while the pudgy mercenary stood up again. They distanced themselves again.
"Ding--Qiang" The confrontation between several mercenaries and villagers behind him was inseparable. For a while, they must have been unable to help him who was at a disadvantage. Rodney gritted his teeth and mouthed The sour smell inside made him feel very uncomfortable, but even so, he was glad that it didn't smell like blood.
The other party saw that he had regained his vigilant posture and was not in a hurry to attack. The short and fat mercenary missed the plate armor that he had thrown away in order to speed up his escape when crossing the muddy clearing. He imagined what it would be like if he were wearing the plate armor now. What would A's words be like - but imagination is just imagination after all. The villager in front of him seized the opportunity for his random thoughts and stabbed him straight with his sword.
"Damn it!" The small indoor space made it impossible for Rodney to avoid it. If he retreated any further, he would inevitably be involved in the battle with his teammates behind him and face attacks from two directions.
Time seemed to be slowed down. The opponent knew that the weak point of the chainmail was that slashing would not easily cause serious injuries, but stabbing could open the chain and hit the human body, so he chose to thrust.
The blow was very smooth. The opponent was strong and strong. He knew what he had to do and where his sword would land——
But so was Rodney.
"Ahhhh -" The short and fat mercenary judged the direction of the opponent's long sword at the last moment, then turned around to avoid it and at the same time thrust his sword forward. The opponent who was charging towards him did not expect this ugly appearance. The astonishing fat man suddenly became more flexible, and before he could dodge, he was directly stabbed in the neck by Rodney's sword.
"Guh--" The villager whose soft neck was stabbed widened his eyes and uttered a few vague syllables, while Rodney on the other side perfectly avoided the sword this time without receiving any blow. damage. "Death! -" Veins popped up on the exposed skin. Rodney twisted wildly and pulled out his long sword, widening the wound. The villagers who suffered heavy injuries finally died completely, and the long sword fell to the muddy ground. There was a dull sound, and he fell to the ground with a huge wound on his neck that was filled with blood.
"Let! You bunch of damn wild boars!" The death of this man made another "villager" extremely angry. He cursed with the derogatory name commonly used by the Sivalier people for the Avenella people and then started to go crazy. He swung his long sword, and the increased speed and strength caught the mustachioed mercenary on the opposite side off guard, and a deep wound was cut on his face without paying attention.
"Rodney! Help me!" the mustached mercenary shouted. The weapon he used was a half-handed sword. It was already more difficult to use than a one-handed sword in an indoor environment. Now the opponent's grief and anger increased. The attack speed made his situation even more worrying - but Rodney just stood there blankly. It wasn't until another mercenary yelled that he came back to his senses, dropped the long sword in his hand and picked up the weapon. Valier-style one-handed sword then ran over.
"Qiang——" After the balance of numbers between the two sides, who were already at a similar level, was broken, the other side immediately became embarrassed. Among the three fake villagers who were still alive, the one who was besieged by Rodney and the Mustache mercenaries quickly Unable to resist, his companion wanted to help, but the other two mercenaries would not allow it. They immediately stepped up their offensive and forced the other party to protect themselves.
"When - Clang -" The camera turned to the other side. Unlike the 4-on-3 advantage indoors, Henry and others on the outside were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers.
A total of more than fifteen strong men ran out of six wooden houses with weapons. The villager who cut wood before was obviously their leader. The Sivalier-style one-handed sword in his hand had a more ornate hilt and guard. Hand decoration - no, maybe it's not appropriate to call it a one-handed sword.
Henry half-squinted his eyes and paid attention to the patterns on it. The violet decoration was only owned by nobles. This was a knight's sword - which meant that it was a genuine Sivalier knight.
After determining the identity of the leader, the remaining people are easy to identify. Sivalier's main army is composed of knights and sergeants. Of course, the former does not need to be elaborated, while the latter is the knight's subordinates and followers.
Each knight will have a plurality of sergeants, because the number of sergeants will fluctuate between a dozen and more than twenty depending on the knight's own wealth. These people train with the knights, eat together, and use the old armors and weapons that the knights have eliminated. Except that they do not have noble titles, they are almost exactly the same as the knights.
When the war begins, the king will call on the lords from various places, and the lords will call on their knights, and the knights will set off with their sergeants - this is the absolute main force and elite of the Sivalier army, and why are these people here? …
Henry quickly turned his mind and thought. He could probably deduce some of the reasons, but if this was the case, the other party could directly refuse the entry of his group to better hide their identity.
The reason why he wanted to introduce himself to the village even if his identity was exposed was obviously because Bernie and the others were also the targets of these people - or to think about it another way, they were here just for him and his group.
Combined with the scene when the mercenaries were being hunted during their initial encounter, Henry became increasingly curious about what they were escorting - but now was clearly not a good time to think, so he started to move forward.
The fifteen elite Sivalier warriors separated into five who held shields and ran directly towards Ivan and Jericho at the door. The two archers who were forced to drive away were completely unable to deal with this side. people to support
Ten to five, Mira, Minna, and the 20-year-old woman were all stunned, and Lesa also ran over. Bjorn, whose arm wound had not yet healed, stood up with his upper body bare and a gloomy look on his face. He raised the Danlasso battle ax with one hand and rushed over first.
The sound of fighting in the house was still echoing. At this time, the only thing that could change the numerical disadvantage was to fight bravely. Bernie led two other mercenaries and rushed over from the left wing, which was the direction of the wooden house where Rodney and the others entered. He obviously planned to get closer to that side and support his side immediately after Rodney and the others ended the battle. ——But where could they succeed on the other side? The Sivalier knight and the remaining nine people ignored Bernie and attacked in the direction of the well where Henry and Bjorn were. Several women and war horses were here. The captain He gritted his teeth and could only run back.
"Dang - Cang -" The northern warrior, who was tall, powerful and powerful, directly knocked back a Sivalier sergeant with a heavy axe, but he also immediately fell into the encirclement of these elite soldiers. Four Sivaliers Sergeant Lieer rushed towards Bernie and the three of them and entangled them, while the remaining six formed a semi-surrounding formation around Bjorn.
"Ah!" The bearded Bjorn roared, and our sage rushed in at this moment.
"Swish--" Henry's iconic 1.5-meter sword fell from the sky. No one wanted to block it. The Sivalier soldiers who had not formed an encirclement were successfully forced back by him, but at this moment those swords The sergeant with the shield ran back from the door again, leaving only two people guarding the wooden door. The other three people attacked the horses and women in the direction of the well from the other side.
Being flanked. Henry swung his sword again with a stern expression. These Silvaliers were much stronger than the previous soldiers. They understood that Henry and Bjorn were using heavy and large two-handed weapons, so they just wandered around waiting for the opportunity. The sage did not waste any more energy to swing his sword into the air. He held the sword in both hands and just maintained a ready posture. At the same time, he took the time to glance at Bjorn next to him.
In this case, the most important thing the two of them should do is to retreat to the well to avoid being attacked from both sides. However, it is absolutely impossible to ask a hot-blooded northerner to retreat - fortunately, the ladies behind him are not. Looks so weak.
Minna was the first to pull out the one-handed sword on the horse, followed closely by Mira. She held the dagger with a stubborn expression.
The remaining two ladies also each found something to use as weapons to confront the three sword and shield players - the other party showed absolute high quality, and the vulgar mercenary would probably laugh loudly and relax because the opponent was a group of women. Be wary, but these professional warriors understand that women and children can be extremely lethal.
The confrontation only lasted a short time. Henry and Bjorn, who were the tallest, became the first targets to be eliminated by the Sivaliers. The six people, including the knight, did not go to support the other four but were divided into Two three-person teams were attacking them from the left and right.
They are well-trained and agile, calm and composed without any carelessness.
The distance of just a few meters was quickly shortened. The three Silvalier sergeants facing Henry on the right formed a typical spear tip formation. The first person's task was to lure the opponent to attack. Once this happened, the two left and right took the opportunity to attack. Heavy damage.
Efficient and mature. The weapons are excellent and the coordination is perfect.
But in the face of absolute power suppression, these are of little use.
Henry's deep blue eyes were calm, and he swung a sword. The two consecutive missed swords made the Sergeant Silvalier who was closest to him misestimate the level of the sage, so that when he subconsciously When I tried to avoid the blow by turning around and retreating as before, I realized that I couldn't avoid it.
The attack range brought by the total length of one and a half meters exceeds that of any common weapon, but what is more terrifying than this is Henry's accuracy.
Everything was taken into account, and the moment the sword was swung out, the position where the Sivalrier sergeant would dodge was accurately predicted. "Crack--" The sharp sword edge cut through the skin and muscles smoothly. "Crack--" The blood vessels were broken and blood spattered all over the patterned steel surface, followed by the bones. "Pfft---" The eyes widened unwillingly. With eyes soaring to the sky, the other two sergeants who were rushing towards Henry stopped and then hurriedly ran behind them.
"Dong - Chong Liang" The body and the long sword landed together. Henry smoothly took off the opponent's head with a stunning blow, but the situation of Bjorn, who had been injured for a long time on the other side, was not optimistic.
"Ah!" There were several wounds on the exposed skin of the northern warrior. The two sergeants created opportunities and the knight's attack seemed to be perfectly coordinated. They had the advantage and could make Bjorn bleed as long as they continued. Falling dead, the knight who was confident of victory took the time to glance at the other side but almost fell to the ground.
He knew very well the abilities of his sergeants, which was why he chose to attack the stronger Danlasso warrior first. The opponent was more destructive and injured. Compared to Henry, who was well-proportioned and wielded an inexplicable weapon, he looked more like an embroidered pillow.
But at this moment, these excellent sergeants who had been getting along day and night and were well-trained, inexplicably lost one of them in the first round of confrontation. Something was flowing in the knight's eyes when he looked at Henry, and the extremely unique sword made him faint. Yoyo remembered something - it was something recorded in an ancient book in the library of his family's castle in Avalia.
The memory flashed through the knight's mind like a bolt of lightning.
"Crack-" The leather boots hit the ground hard and he stopped: "You two deal with him, I will go over there to help!"
The knight's urgent tone was unprecedented. The two sergeants nodded after hesitating for a moment, and the knight holding a sword in one hand turned around and rushed in front of Henry.
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