Qin Weijie completely pretended not to hear Roland's question at this time, turning his head and whistling as if he was just passing by.
Seeing that all the knights had rushed out, Qin Weijie finally breathed a sigh of relief.
From a distance, he saw Lao Fuli and Tom, who were less than fifty people and were surrounded by three thousand troops. Qin Weijie was really worried. He wanted to rescue but his strength was limited, so he could only find ways to use external forces.
And the only external force Qin Weijie can rely on is this group of knights of the round table who are not normal...
At this moment, the captain of the Seventh Knights, who was knocked to the ground by Roland, looked at the rushing knights with confusion, and then unconsciously looked at Qin Weijie, who looked innocent: "Something's wrong! This kid How can it be so inflammatory? The members of the Knight Squad are all professionally trained and will not do anything without permission from the squad leader or group leader!"
Roland also noticed the squad leader's gaze towards Qin Weijie. He frowned slightly on his face under the black armored helmet. Then he gave Qin Weijie a chestnut and said through a message: "I told you not to use the power of death in front of others! Don't even use it in front of others!" Go use the dark magic 'Whisper of the Devil' that Grindelwald taught you! If I find you using it indiscriminately again, I will destroy you!"
Qin Weijie nodded obediently, winked at Roland, and looked at the squad leader who looked confused.
Roland understood and slowly walked towards the team leader.
The squad leader's face changed drastically: "Roland... you... what are you going to do!?"
"You said that our Twelfth Knights are not qualified to participate in the operation?"
"No...no, Mr. Captain, please listen to my...explanation"
The squad leader was about to explain, but Roland didn't listen at all. His fists were fierce and the wind hit the flesh. In a short time, the squad leader was beaten out of the air, and he had already fainted.
Qin Weijie was shocked by Roland and muttered to himself: "I just wanted you to communicate with him, but you almost knocked him out! How much hatred and resentment are there!?"
Roland said leisurely: "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense... Padrick, you are here to command the Seventh Knights. Fortunately, you are also the captain of the Fourth Team. Why are you looking at your grandson's face!"
With that said, Roland looked at Qin Weijie again: "Let's go, join the battlefield, and let me see your recent progress!"
"Well...I am an intellectual general, I just want to be a strategist! Fighting and killing is so boring..."
"Stop talking nonsense and let's go!"
Roland picked up Qin Weijie by his collar, and then threw Qin Weijie like a shot put. This speed was faster than the attacking knight squad.
"Your uncle, Roland! The wand was confiscated from you, so you had to rely on it as a weapon!"
However, Qin Weijie's voice of resentment was not conveyed. Roland was still sitting upright on the tall horse, looking coldly at the battle situation in the distance with his ice-blue eyes.
With the surprise attack of the Knights of the Round Table, the three thousand troops of the Eye of Danatus were instantly defeated. The first round of charge by the Knights tore a huge hole in the blockade of the Eye of Danatus, and the whole line was about to be reached. After being defeated, Old Marquis Welfare and the others also got a breather and broke out along the weak points of the blockade.
Padrick looked at this devastating battle, and did not show any joy. Instead, he showed a hint of solemnity: "Something is wrong!"
Roland: "What?"
"It's too easy. These people are obviously only small minions in terms of strength. The Eye of Danatus shouldn't let a group of minions resist us! The other side should have a backup plan!" Padrick said, He immediately got on his horse, holding a huge sword and a round shield and rushed towards the battlefield.
At this time, a group of people suddenly appeared in the east direction of the Somme River. The composition of this group of people was somewhat mixed. The leader was a young man holding a magic wand, with a purple bird on his shoulder. Two women stood beside the young man. One is graceful and luxurious, with a typical oriental face, and the other woman has short blond hair and looks very capable. Although she is a bit thin, she has strong explosive power that cannot be hidden under her dark skin and strong muscles.
Behind the three people are wizards, trolls, ghouls, werewolves...all kinds of dark magic creatures emerge in endlessly, mixed in with the countless wizards.
Grindelwald's men also arrived at this moment. Judging from the number of people, although the number was less than a thousand, there were many dark magic creatures in his team, so their combat power should not be too bad.
"Credence, it's Vijay! It's in the crowd!" the gorgeous woman next to the young man shouted loudly.
Credence understood: "Rush in! Enter the ruins and save the child on the way!"
The short-haired woman next to Credence snorted: "I think you are just worried. There seems to be something wrong with the child. I feel like he is... taking a walk in the battlefield?"
Qin Weijie walked back and forth in the battlefield like a ghost, and for a while no one could get close.
Whenever his life was hanging by a thread, Qin Weijie could always dodge with weird footwork. Everyone else was fighting, but Qin Weijie was the only one who walked back and forth on the battlefield, as leisurely as walking on the road.
In less than a few minutes, Qin Weijie had rushed into the center of the battlefield and arrived in front of the old Marquis Welfare.
"Hi, grandpa~ I haven't seen you for a few days. Your face is glowing..."
Old Welfare was panting as he broke through, could his face not turn red? Seeing Qin Weijie's need for a spanking, Lao Fuli wished he could hold Qin Weijie down and beat him violently. If this kid wasn't his grandson, Lao Fuli vowed to beat this naughty kid until he couldn't take care of himself.
"Woof woof woof!" came the barking of the second dog. Qin Weijie left Lao Welfare behind and jumped on the second dog's back, stroking the second dog's hair with a smile.
Old Welfare's mentality is broken! I've lived my entire life, but I can't compare to a dog! People are not as good as dogs when they are old! ? Is this guy really my grandson? Elderly care will be a problem in the future!
"Gouzi, where are Tom and Elena?"
"Woof woof woof!"
"Nani? He was washed away! Damn, little Tom is so worried! Get older and take me to find Tom!"
As he spoke, Qin Weijie ran up to a Knight of the Round Table who was fighting a heretic, and punched the poor heretic away.
The Knights of the Round Table saw Qin Weijie coming to help, and gave Qin Weijie a simple salute. Qin Weijie walked up with a warm smile and patted the Knight of the Round Table on the shoulder: "Brother, your two-handed giant sword is good, pick me up." use!"
Before the Knights of the Round Table could agree, Qin Weijie reached out and grabbed it.
The Knight of the Round Table clutched his giant sword tightly, his innocent eyes like a child holding his beloved doll.
"Hey, don't be so stingy, give it to me..."
"No! This is mine..."
"Oh, give it to me! I'll give it back to you when the time comes..."
"The sword is the glory of a knight!"
Qin Weijie also had a headache at this time. He gritted his teeth and looked at the other party. He rolled his eyes and continued to comfort him with a smile: "Okay, okay, I won't take it from you! I'm so stingy..."
The knight finally breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his guard. Qin Weijie kicked the knight away and grabbed the giant sword with two hands: "Where is your second uncle, Glory~"
After saying that, Qin Weijie turned over and mounted Ergou, which had grown to be as tall as a tall horse, and rushed into the crowd with his sword in hand.
The kicked knight was left alone in the cold wind, looking messy in the wind: "Am I being robbed? Who is that kid? He's so evil!"
