The wind was too strong, but it only acted on the sails. Uriel saw the cold wind filling the canvas, and the two elements behind him kept adjusting their direction. The adventurer's fleet, headed by the "Iron Brother", carried the cargo and moved forward rapidly. Only the water waves made their traces clear. The enemy may be able to see us, but they can never catch up. The boat was much faster than the horse, he had always felt that way.
Now he has changed his mind.
"Did you hear it?" The poet frowned, "What sound?"
"Eighty percent is water."
"No, man, I dare say that the sound of water cannot have a rhythm. Listening to natural rhythms is my unique talent, but I can still distinguish between real water waves... and things processed by artistry." He said seriously, "It sounded like horse hooves."
"The river is getting narrower," York pointed out. "We have to be on guard against arrows."
"It's much more troublesome than arrows." Uriel held the rune sword tightly, "Follow me." He passed the side of the ship and went straight to a narrow corner at the stern of the ship. The patrolling adventurer had just passed by and was looking at the apprentice's unusual behavior with confused eyes. Good location. I would choose here too. Uriel thought as he slashed with his sword.
York and Dalton had no idea who he was targeting. The right side of the quarterdeck was empty except for barrels and cables. Beyond the railing, lush river reeds were a full sixty yards away from the Iron Brother, separated by the cargo ship the Perfume Gem. When it comes to attacking the enemy, the length of the Rune Sword is not even close to 80%.
But with a sudden sound, Uriel's sword blade did not miss. A spear appeared out of thin air, blocking his sword. Maybe it wasn't intentional, it was just a coincidence.
"Who's there?" screamed the poet Saud.
"No one, at least no one now." Uriel replied. Magic patterns gradually appeared in the air, and they were connected in series with each other, interlocking end to end, forming a mysterious formation that flickered on and off. "There is an enemy attack. Stay away, Mr. Saud." The bard retreated hurriedly.
The spear poked out from the formation, as if the pattern had a dangerous hand. Uriel swung it away with a sword, and the tip of the spear passed through a half arc, pointing towards the floor. The poet has retreated to the cabin. York and Dalton reacted quickly and attacked the enemy in unison.
The drow's cursed sword stabbed the enemy's wrist, and the tip pierced into the gap like a long needle, leaving cut marks on the arm armor. York aimed at his finger and set it on fire. The flames were blazing, and the enemy suddenly retracted his hand and dropped the weapon on the ground. The confrontation lasted only a few seconds, and he was almost completely exposed. The black armor of the Cross Knight poked out of the formation, and his other hand held a curved short blade. A special weapon that looks amazingly lethal. But when the flames reached his elbow, he threw it away and fell down from the pain and fever. Uriel kicked him in the shoulder without thinking, and the golden sword went into his eye as he turned over. There was no blood or screams. Kill with one blow.
"They came here by the ladder?" York asked in disbelief, shaking his sword.
"I'm afraid that's the case. Remember the red-robed priest you saw in the holy city of Zangwill? He can draw a matrix diagram with his bare hands." The difficulty is probably about the same as drawing a starry sky by hand. "The Church of Gaia also has people like this."
But we have no idea who else they are or how many there are. Uriel could not help but grit his teeth. He has never commanded a large-scale war, and now it is simply chaos. To be honest, the future he could see was limited to the three of them, and the advantage brought by mystery was easily evened out by the endless siege of enemies. Although he had never planned to fight alone in the first place, the helpers were either withdrawn or untrustworthy. The apprentice is very close to the mercenary leader Balthazar, but he is not stupid enough to think that the Paperclip Mercenary Group is completely trustworthy. The Knox mercenaries need to rely on Croita's reputation, but these war mercenaries are hired with money.
I am nothing more than an employer to them. Uriel thought to himself, if someone asked me to sacrifice my life for wealth, I would have to consider the risks of York and Dalton first.
The most important thing is that he has too few helpers and too many enemies.
The bard moved quickly, and news of the enemy's attack through the rectangular ladder had spread among the adventurers. Uriel heard the sound of trumpets coming one after another, and the ships responded. He threw the body off the deck to avoid being raided by mercenaries. Although everything that belonged to the loser after the battle was the winner's prize, he always felt that the Cross Knight shouldn't be so ugly. Ridiculous compassion. Could it be that I have seen a beautiful death? All the same. The apprentice stared at the river red with blood, remembering the more deaths he had seen in the waves. The prophetic dream was supposed to end on Gray Winged Bird Island, but it lingered in my mind.
York chopped down a nightingale, and his opponent's body fell as light as straw. He turned around and the assassin's true form stabbed him in the throat. No harm was done to either side. Sita shook off the dagger stuck on her armor, and her whole body turned into a ball of orange light and crashed into the arms of the enemy. The high temperature ignited them like two torches. The fire shot several feet high.
Adventurers also participate in the battle. Enemies poured out of the staircase and ran into the forest of magic and steel. The knights who passed through the ladder first were attacked by concentrated fire, and after sporadic magical radiance flashed, they died immediately. If the sneak attack had not failed, they would have been the safest. The fleet's reconnaissance relied entirely on "brushes", which were nailed to the hull. The ladder crosses all obstacles and sends the enemy into the interior of the barrier. No wonder lords everywhere strictly control the entry and exit of the shuttle station. It is a dangerous weapon that can change the situation of the battle. Now, the mercenaries are fighting to the death with the Cross Knights on the deck. If the apprentice estimates that the loss is too great, they will choose to terminate the contract.
He could not accurately estimate that the Cross Knight had struck the magical barrier with an axe. The steel slid into the wood and the shelter shattered silently. Uriel dodged the flying debris and struck the opponent on the shoulder with his sword. The jet-black armor sank violently, and after losing its strength, the Cross Knight pulled out his ax and struck back from the side. This is a good hand, probably twice as powerful. Uriel dodged another horizontal blow from the axe, and never found a chance to get closer.
"Heresy," the Cross Knight hummed.
At this moment, unlike in the alleys of Danlaw, there were almost no friendly forces around. Balthazar promised that his brother could handle the Crusader, and now was the time for him to prove it. Uriel did not use magic to clear out his enemies, he was determined to win with his sword.
The long-handled ax drew a half arc, and magic power and air flow whizzed past his eyes. Uriel jumped to the left, and the Cross Knight's next blow continued to fly into the air, cutting into the railing. He drew back the ax as if the wood were scraps of paper.
The advantage of the enemy is obvious. He has broad shoulders like a bull, is tall, has thick arms, and is covered in armor effortlessly. His movements of wielding a long ax can even be called swift. Such a person goes well with heavy weapons in both hands, and is much stronger than me anyway. The apprentice used to use the long sword just out of interest, but the opponent developed an advantage based entirely on his body shape. The Cross Knight turned his wrist and split two barrels this time. Among the fragments, only the iron hoop was still intact. Uriel stepped back again and distanced himself.
"Don't run away, heretic!" the knight shouted, swinging the deadly ax blade towards the apprentice again. The magic makes it faster, heavier, and difficult to dodge.
wrong. He would have escaped long ago. Uriel raised his sword to block. The rune sword was like gold, with the divine inscriptions shining brightly. It was not as oppressive as black steel, but the edge was as thin as silk. The shadow of the enemy's arm fell on him. He gripped the hilt of his sword and faced the long axe.
The slashing sword bit the axe's blade, causing a violent earthquake and a roar. Under the blessing of magic power, his palms still felt numb. Uriel slid back nearly a yard, and the board almost sank. He flipped the heavy sword and jammed the top of the long axe, and the force pressing on his hand suddenly deflected it. The rune sword is not a wooden railing. The Cross Knight tried to withdraw the weapon, but it was not as easy as last time.
Uriel raised his foot and kicked the inside of his opponent's knee, causing them to lose balance under the influence of inertia. The Cross Knight leaned to one side and groaned from under his visor, seemingly annoyed by his response.
He finally got around the enemy's weapon and got behind the blade. The knight still had strength, and his magic was as deadly as his axe, but he had the upper hand.
Uriel grabbed the hilt of the sword and pressed down, causing the ax to sink into the floor with a click. He then grabbed the handle of the axe, stepped to the left, and quickly regained his center of gravity. At this moment, the Cross Knight has loosened his weapon, hoping to distance himself. But he didn't give the other party time. Uriel held the sword blade and struck the knight's breastplate with the hammer. It is difficult to estimate the weight of the Rune Sword, but the power that affects the battle situation has always been provided by magic. Blow after blow, the steel clanked, and the opponent had to raise his hands to parry. The radiance of divine magic lit up and went out, the barrier was shattered by the force, and he finally rolled out of the range of the long sword.
The tall cross knight climbed up and tried to regain his posture. This time it was him who distanced himself, but obviously he didn't retreat far enough. The apprentice is not meant to deal with heavy armor with blunt blows.
The rune sword dissipated when he let go. Uriel took a step forward and plunged the short sword into his opponent's armpit. It doesn't take much effort, after all, there is no steel armor protection here. Blood trickled down the armor ring and dyed the white cloak red. He lowered his head and dodged the enemy's right arm, and held the fist he was swinging with his other hand. The guy struggled desperately, but his broken palm was powerless. Uriel was able to clamp his arm with one hand, and then stabbed the knife into the helmet until it reached the hilt. The knight could not help but howl. For his faith, Uriel slashed the blade along the slit between his eyes, ending his pain.
When he stood up, York had already drawn the knight's axe. "The nightingale retreated," he told his apprentice, "by magic of the ladder."
Uriel wiped the blood from his face. "This is the best. I can't intercept the ladder." He noticed that the adventurers on the deck were looking at him. "But why didn't anyone remind me?"
"Obviously, the battle between axes and heavy swords is not so easy to participate in. If others want to get close, they have to throw away some parts." Sita weighed the long ax and threw the weapon to the apprentice. "But it didn't take long. When you killed this guy, they were just about to retreat."
"Escaped so fast."
"They come when they want and leave when they want," Dalton pointed out. "We can only defend passively."
"What countermeasures does Mr. Balthazar have?"
"Listen then." He motioned Uriel and York to follow.
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