When he received the news of Mud's death a few days ago, Leonard opened a bottle of moonseed wine that he had collected for many years.
It is an elven specialty, brewed from moon berries watered by moon spring water. It has been stored in cellars for more than fifty years. The wine has a mellow taste and the taste of moonlight.
Over the years, the Holy Frontier Army has been managed almost monolithically by Leonard. From the quartermaster to the top soldiers, everyone has been kept docile by Leonard. Those who are not convinced are either transferred away or 'sacrificed' due to failed missions. .
The reason why I say almost is because there is still a small circle headed by Mader, which he can never get rid of.
Mud has a bad temper and speaks unabashedly, but he has a way of winning over people's hearts. The paladins under his command are loyal to him, and they also have a smart and handsome deputy.
Although Mader only has the strength of a seventh-level Paladin, when a team of Paladins are together, even the Sword Master may not be able to defeat it.
After receiving the news that there was a sword master in the plane where the essence was produced, Leonard knew that the opportunity had come.
Concealing key information and adding a few slightly contradictory orders can make the grumpy and arrogant Marder abandon the large army, and the paladin can go out alone to die on his own.
Leonard is not sure whether this arrangement can kill Mader, because this team of Paladins is too strong, and they also have war horses and group combat skills. Even if they can't defeat the Sword Master, they can easily escape and kill him. They are not easy.
But it doesn't matter, if it doesn't work this time, come back next time. Anyway, there are many opportunities. As a leader, you are not afraid of not having the chance to kill your subordinates.
Unexpectedly, good news came soon. Mader and his adjutant were surrounded by a sea of skeletons. Mader died fighting, the adjutant died in the battle, and only eight of the ten Paladins escaped.
Leonard was so happy that even his adjutant died. This was the best ending.
Compared to Marder, Leonard was more afraid of his smart adjutant, who was the most likely person to see through his plan. It was also because of the existence of this adjutant that Leonard did not dare to use more radical methods to deal with Marder. Germany, it's so good now, they're all dead.
The blind guy is dead. What he needs to do now is to firmly hold this abyss plane and this source of wealth in his hands, so he turned over all the cards at the bottom of his box. .
The projected light faded, revealing Leonard and the tall horse beside him, as well as twenty heavily armored warriors following him, like iron cans.
Seeing this lineup, the people who had been expecting reinforcements were stunned.
"Is this... is this the first batch? Who are they?" I don't know who murmured the question.
The number is too small. Based on the size of the Holy Blade Army's plane teleportation array, it can deliver about a hundred people at a time. In exchange for supplies, it can deliver about 150 tons. Now only twenty-one people have come, which is extremely high. A huge waste of delivery capacity.
Moreover, among the people who were sent over, except for Leonard, none of the other heavy armored warriors knew each other.
The Holy Blade Army already had heavy-armored shield warriors, but the armors of these heavy-armored warriors in front of them were thick, old, and covered with all kinds of traces of use, like second-hand goods found somewhere.
But the quality seems to be very good, unlike the heavy armored shield warriors. To be honest, those heavy armored shield warriors are called "heavy" armor, but the armor is so light that it is not even as good as Mader's knight armor. The only thing on the body that has defense is that Zhang shield.
Marder once strongly suspected that someone had swallowed up the equipment budget for the heavy armored shield warriors and obtained these shoddy 'heavy armors'. As a result, when facing Luther, several of them were cut down in one encounter.
The heavy armor of this batch of iron cans is of excellent quality. It is thickened where it should be thickened, lost where it should be reduced, riveted where it should be riveted, and moved where it should be moved. All aspects are considered carefully and are very practical.
In addition, the heavily armored warrior also has a small buckler hanging on his arm and holds a two-handed heavy sword.
With such a set of equipment, you can't even weigh sixty or seventy pounds.
But these are not the point. The point is that no one knows these people. The heavily armored warrior pulled up his mask to reveal only two thin slits, which were not even visible to his eyes, but gave the priest an uncomfortable feeling and a vague stench.
Leonard smiled slightly, pulled down his mask, got on his horse, waved his hand slightly, and the heavily armored warrior behind him stepped forward, and after a few steps, he began to trot towards the opening of the camp.
The Ice City soldiers headed by Luther rushed up and directly collided with these heavily armored warriors.
Luther, an expert in art, was brave and kept standing in front. When he saw these tin cans, he swung his sword over them without hesitation.
Yes, it's not about cutting, but about hitting. Turn the sword sideways and hit it with the blade. This is the best way to deal with the heavy armor of the tin can. With Luther's strength, hitting the armor can cause internal bleeding or cause internal bleeding of the person inside. concussion.
The heavy-armored soldier who bore the brunt of the attack was struck hard by him. Bang~~~, the heavy-armored warrior was vibrated and dived by him.
The person in the heavy armor was not affected at all and slashed with his sword with both hands.
Luther had the uncomfortable feeling of using the wrong force. Logically speaking, the enemy could not withstand this kind of blunt force impact. Even if there was no internal bleeding, he would be paralyzed for at least a while, unless the opponent had a strength of level eight or above and could bear it with fighting spirit. But no matter how you look at the opponent's strength, it doesn't reach this level.
If you use the wrong strength, you will be attacked by yourself, which is really uncomfortable.
He drew his sword back, pushed the opponent's two-handed sword away, and kicked out fiercely, stamping on the opponent's chest. The tin can was directly kicked away by him.
This kick convinced Luther that the opponent did not have strength above level eight. In this case, his kick should be able to cause internal bleeding, right?
However, it didn't happen. The heavily armored warrior climbed up as if nothing had happened and ran towards him in the same manner as when they ran forward before.
Even Luther, a junior swordsman, couldn't defeat the enemy with one move, let alone the rest of them. They felt like they were running into an armored chariot.
The heavily armored warriors waved their heavy swords with both hands, slashing diagonally and sweeping across, just two moves like this. Their combat skills were not very good, and they were crude. They opened and closed them widely, completely ignoring the attacks that fell on them.
But those who stood in front of them were either blown away, split in half, or knocked down by them and trampled into the mud.
Like armored chariots, except for the one blocked by Luther, the other nineteen heavy armors were like nineteen chariots, crushing a bloody path among thousands of Ice City soldiers.
Leonard on horseback was full of energy, and he drew his long sword and pointed into the distance: "I'm here, let's level this world, my warrior!"
At the end of where his long sword pointed, there was a skeleton holding the holy light and wiping it away from another skeleton.
There is one more chapter, and I will try to update it in the early morning.
