The horse's hooves trampled across the earth, like rolling thunder, which struck straight into the heart.
The horse's violent acceleration almost threw Griffith off the horse.
He broke through the smoke like a storm, his whole body shaking to the rhythm of the horse's hooves.
In addition to the solemn and focused mood, a long-lost surging pride goes straight into the bone marrow, trembling and resonating in the heart:
“Got you, cultists!
"This blow spells your doom,
"My iron hoof will punish you!"
…
A female archer on the outermost side suddenly saw a knight emerging from the smoke. She screamed and at the same time bent her bow and fired an arrow.
Griffith's breastplate made a muffled sound. The sharp arrow hit the tilted breastplate and flew out.
Without even looking, Griffith grabbed the buckler with his left hand and swept it across the female archer's face with the sprint of his horse. He didn't even use force, the sharp edge of the buckler sliced open the shooter's face, blowing off half of her head and ponytail.
He put away the round shield, and the blood thorns were flattened, pointed directly at one of the most threatening wizards, and stabbed head-on.
The cultist wizard who was attacked still had an expression of disbelief on his face.
The blood spines accurately pierced through his eye sockets during the high-speed impact, and penetrated the back of his head. However, there was no usual blockage on the lance. Instead, it bent slightly, and then suddenly bounced up, flying the entire skull away.
"two."
Medicius suddenly found that he was very close to the Lancers, and one of his fellow casters not far away had been killed. He chanted a spell quickly, and several sharp ice picks immediately rose from the ground, blocking his way.
Griffith held the horse's shaft in his hand and swung it like a sword. Kaifeng cut through the hard ice pick and cut off the sharp tip instantly.
The ice spikes blocking Medicius turned into harmless and funny icicles in the blink of an eye. Before he could utter the next spell, the armored cavalry was already riding over.
"No!" Seeing that he was about to be run over by iron hoofs, Phil hurriedly bit off his fingers and drew simple magic patterns in the air.
The horse's hoofs crushed the icicles, knocking Medicius down before he could scream, and then ran him over.
At this moment, a jerky blocking force came from the horse's hooves, and Griffith saw a layer of pale golden halo suddenly appear, protecting the wizard.
Is it the same type of ability as my soul contract? What's the use?
The psychic ripples clearly linked the shield to a nearby woman, who must be another part of the contract. How childish to be so close.
Griffith flipped his right hand, and Ma Shan had already adjusted the angle and posture in his hand, and stabbed the beautiful woman who was one of the parties to the contract.
Ma Cha penetrated from Phil's mouth, who was still chanting, and penetrated her throat. Griffith tore her neck to pieces with just one move, and then withdrew his strength to pull out the horse and swung it at another fleeing enemy, tearing off half of his shoulder.
"Phil!" Medicius, who was seriously injured, looked at it with eyes wide open. Before he could make up his mind to take revenge, the light shield on his body was gone. The galloping armored cavalry tilted its horse and turned rapidly.
"Protect Medicius!"
Reef rushed over with the melee team, and the fanatic ran at the front, shouting anxiously.
Griffith was turning rapidly. He pulled out a throwing spear from the side of the saddle, turned his hand and threw it at Medicius. The spear stab made a sound of tearing through the air with the speed of the galloping horse.
Medicius tore open a scroll in despair, and his figure immediately became nothing. The spear passed through the shadow, but his true body was nowhere to be seen.
"Don't let him escape!" shouted another wizard, "stop him."
Griffith's razor-sharp gaze swept across the audience, and the strange light on the blood spines in his hands fluctuated continuously. He slammed his lance on the ground, and an invisible impact swept over him.
The casters present suddenly felt nauseated and suffocated, accompanied by a severe headache. Medicius's figure immediately appeared not far away, and he knelt down with a look of dejection.
"Destroy the demon? His lance has the power to dispel magic within a wide range!" Medicius shouted desperately.
Griffith's horse came in a flash, thrust it into his throat, and cut off his head.
…
The members of the reef and melee groups were stunned.
The sudden armored cavalry had ravaged the back row of wizards and archers, half of the only four spellcasters were killed, and the head of the team leader was already rolling on the ground. Wherever Baiyelan Jingjia goes, it is like the wind blowing wheat waves, and its power is like breaking bamboo.
The person who was attacked was not without protection and magic spells, but under the terrible lance attack, the armor and defense were gone. As long as he was hit, he would be killed or injured.
"Up!" Reef roared fiercely. But before the melee group around him dispersed completely, Griffith had already arrived on horseback. He held the horse spear in his hand and stabbed his shoulder towards the reef.
The sharp eight-edged sword pierced the flesh and blood of the reef and severed his shoulder blade. The force of the impact rebounded, and an ordinary lance would have broken on the spot. But Ma Shan's woodwork was extremely flexible, bending into an arc at the moment of impact, and the power leaked out to both ends.
There was a tremor in Griffith's hand, and the stabbed shield warrior in front of him had been thrown away by Ma Shan, and fell to the ground helplessly.
Griffith, armed with man and horse, ran headlong into the chaotic crowd, wielding a bloody thorn and sweeping away. Flesh and blood were scattered all over the cultists that Zhang Feng touched, and another warrior with a two-handed sword was killed on the spot.
The surviving wizard and Jurgen looked at each other, and the two began to chant unspeakable spells crazily.
There were patches of mud on the ground near Griffith, and even muddy palms stretched out from it, grabbing at the horses' hooves.
Without stopping, Griffith drove his horse away from the two cultists, threw his muddy palms behind him, and galloped away into the smoke.
In the first round of charge, 5 cultists were killed and 15 remained.
…
"Gather together!" Reef shouted, "Protect the caster! The defense team moves closer to me!"
Except for those who were killed on the spot, several injured people struggled to take out potions and bandages, while others ran towards the only two spellcasters from all directions.
This armored cavalry will definitely attack the caster who can restrict his movement first. As long as his route is blocked, things will turn around.
A moment later, the rapid horse hooves struck the ground again.
Griffith emerged from the smoke again, but he did not pounce on the wizard and Jorgen surrounded by the crowd, but ran over a running giant axe.
"Why me!?" The giant axe-man shouted, "Lord Reef, save me!"
"Hold still, don't move!" Reef shouted through gritted teeth, "Don't get into his rhythm, stick to the caster."
As soon as he finished speaking, Griffith stabbed him directly with the giant axe.
The giant axe-hand was thrown away by the elastic pole, but he survived on the spot. He rolled several times on the ground and used his last breath to cry out to others for help.
"help me."
Griffith had already rolled over with his horse, and the horse's hoof stepped into the hole in the chest and came out. The giant axehand was dragged ten steps away while hanging on the horse's hooves, his lungs and intestines spilled all over the floor.
Several women among the cultists vomited on the spot, and others also had sad expressions.
"Stay steady, no matter what happens, don't disperse." Reef growled, "Ranged group, attack him."
Griffith led the war horse to kick in place and threw the body hanging from the horse's legs. Four arrows were shot at him, nailing into the breastplate and vest, making a dull sound.
"Attack, don't stop!" The cultists holding melee weapons shouted, and the remaining wizards and Jorgen also began to chant.
Griffith turned his horse's head and charged towards the cultist's flank. He raised the vanguard shield beside the saddle, and there were several piercing roars in the air, and a series of dense sounds came from the shield like hailstones.
He retracted his horse's shaft, turned over his hand and took out his throwing spear, then galloped and threw it towards the crowd of archers who were bending their bows and shooting rapidly.
"Bang!"
An archer who was firing rapidly was hit by a spear. It penetrated from the left shoulder, penetrated through the right chest, and smashed directly into the crowd behind him, almost breaking into two pieces.
The splattered blood and organs covered the faces of the nearby cultists. A melee assassin screamed wildly and rushed forward. He rolled towards the galloping armored cavalry and struck the horse's legs with two bloody daggers. Chop it.
He is extremely agile and his determination is far superior to others. However, Sacrifice's blow came to a halt just a few feet away from the horse's leg. An extremely cold air swept through his body and froze him. The blood spines followed closely, piercing the eye socket and exiting the brain.
Griffith passed by and disappeared into the smoke again.
Second charge. Eight cultists have been killed and 12 remain.
…
"No, it can't be done! If we continue to fight like this, we will all die here!"
"His spear skills are very good. He specializes in finding soft places to stab!"
The cultists are in chaos. Many people screamed crazily, while others wiped the blood and meat on their faces and giggled.
In a very short period of time, 2 spellcasters, 3 shooters, 2 warriors and 1 assassin were killed, and the ferocious and cunning armored cavalry hid in the fog again.
"Can't disperse, can't disperse." The reef and the remaining wizard were sweating anxiously, "We must surround him."
Joerg lowered his head, ignored his teammates, and didn't know what he was chanting.
"Lord Reef, launch an attack," the defensive deputy Angus said suddenly. "Leave the wizard's safety to me. I want to use the power gifted by the Creator."
I don’t know how long it took, but before everyone present could sort out the chaos, the terrifying sound of horse hooves came from the smoke again.
Reef gritted his teeth: "Okay, everyone will attack with all their strength, Angus, the back row protection depends on you."
Griffith reappeared in blurry vision. As soon as he appeared, fireballs, bows, arrows, and flying knives were thrown at him.
He only felt his shoulders sink, and a piece of shoulder armor was lifted off. There was also pounding and pain on the breastplate.
The cultists' long-range attackers have spread out and are attacking him from all directions.
Griffith's target is very clear, and the caster hiding behind must be killed first. Relying on his spear, heavy armor and fast horse, he charged towards the wizard.
The cultists' formation has dispersed, everyone is attacking, and the shield-wielding guards have also surrounded them and tried to intercept them.
At the same time, he felt a strong airflow blocking his movements and slowing him down. This was the result of the wizard's determination. Although Griffith has magic resistance and blood spines, it is difficult to completely save the effects or activate them in quick succession.
You are very determined, but without the defense of the shield guard, you are the next target.
Griffith took out his throwing spear and threw it at the wizard as he passed the edge of the cultist team.
"Bang!"
A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the originally empty wizard. Angus actually flashed a distance, appeared out of thin air on the path of the spear, and used his shield to catch the inevitable blow. The spear penetrated the shield and pierced his chest, even bending in the violent impact.
"He's used up his throwing spear!" Hidden Reef became energetic, "Attack, kill him!"
A good idea, deliberately creating the illusion of a random charge. When I attack the wizard, I use the hidden special ability of the shield guard to block it, consuming my last shot.
However, this plan must be based on the fact that I have no other long-range attack methods.
Griffith's burning eyes immediately locked onto the last wizard. The power of the black horn necklace had been activated. A roaring mountain monster phantom appeared behind him, and surging anger and power poured into his body. The next attack will deal double damage.
Anjiao saw in despair that a sharp and brutal ice spear had taken shape in the hands of the armored cavalry. The terrifying aura that made people dare not look directly materialized behind him, locking the wizard who was about to avoid the crowd.
"Stop his shot!"
It was too late, Griffith's mobility was unmatched. He had used the speed of his horse to complete the detour, opened a gap in the crowd and threw it at the wizard with all his strength. The shrill wind pressure brushed against the head of Angus, who was desperately chasing him, and a shrill scream exploded behind him. Warm blood splashed onto his face.
The Last Wizard did not escape Griffith's hands after all.
A scream that undoubtedly sounded like a prophecy of doom to the ears of the cultists. The strong wind that held Griffith back has dissipated.
"The only wizards who can control his actions have been wiped out. Nothing can be done. I will retreat first," Jürgen said in a low voice, "Armor Knight Griffith, I remember you, and I will definitely take you away next time. life."
As soon as he finished speaking, a certain accessory on his body shone with illusory light and disappeared without a trace like foam on the seashore.
The third charge. Nine cultists have been killed, one escaped, and 10 remain.
…
The fanatics, along with the others, ran frantically around the battlefield. The plan went completely haywire.
Their team was able to fight back and forth with the armored cavalry at first, but suddenly the target turned into a puddle of mud, and the real body appeared from the smoke. Both speed, strength and technology were greatly improved. In the blink of an eye, He shattered their defenses and killed the team leaders and key members to pieces.
Even the mysterious Jurgen fled despite the punishment of his Creator.
After a brief calm, Griffith burst out of the smoke for the fourth time, and the remaining ten people were in a mess. After each impact, he quickly left, dived into the smoke to hide, and then relied on his horse speed to attack the weak defensive angle.
Angus, the defensive deputy who fought bravely in the previous battle, was killed first. He had already been wounded in the chest and was targeted before he could recover. He was shot before he even had time to hide under the cover of his teammates. Transparent.
"Fight him!" Yin Ci shouted, flying forward with his men.
What a fierce cultist! Wouldn't they be frightened and discouraged?
Griffith was a little shocked, as if the cultists were determined to fight to the last man.
A sharp knife pierced the mail on his thigh, almost causing him to fall off his horse. His breastplate was full of arrows and he was scurrying like a porcupine.
Griffith endured the pain and threw it with an ice gun that had not dissipated. Not far away, a shooter who was aiming at him was shot through the stomach and flew backwards. He then pulled out his sword and slashed it head-on at a warrior who was about to pull him off his horse. The sword blade split open the warrior's helmet, breaking into two pieces with a bang and embedded in the warrior's head.
The blood thorn in his hand is screaming crazily, reveling in the rich sacrifice.
Manic, cruel, and violent thoughts began to pour into Griffith's brain one after another, driving him to trample the corpses on the ground, return to massacre the young soldiers who were still guarding the entrance, burn the civilians on the mountain to death, and then throw away his beauty. The mysterious Alandel indulges in humiliation.
"What are you waiting for? Why are you still dawdling! With such power, who else dares to stand in front of you?"
Griffith felt that he was losing a lot of blood, and the dense attacks of the cultists had left him with more than a dozen wounds. The blood of the enemies killed in the battle was continuing to heal him, but gradually, he found that this treatment could no longer satisfy him.
Need more, more blood and power!
Bloodthorn's voice had turned into a muddy whisper, tempting him to completely let go of himself and accept this weapon.
"What are you hesitating about? After all, it is a mortal body, and with the blessing of my power, it has almost reached its limit!"
Bloodthorn's whispers are endless: "You will be killed. Although you have severely injured these cultists, they also have their own gods watching. You must be the one who is exhausted and dies in the end!"
"Accept me quickly, accept me!"
"There's no time left!"
Griffith's brain was already a little fuzzy. The unstoppable impact of him and his horse knocked over a shooter, who was trampled to pieces in the blink of an eye. However, other cultists eventually caught up and surrounded him, attacking him with various weapons.
The war horse under its crotch was also covered in bruises. It raised its front hooves high and stood upright, throwing Griffith out.
"Bang!"
Griffith fell heavily to the ground.
This hit him hard enough. When he stood up with difficulty, the blood-stained murder weapon fell to the ground unwillingly, making a trembling buzzing sound.
The war horse rushed out of the crowd, lowered its head and bit the blood thorn on the ground, raised its four hooves, took the cavalry shield as the vanguard, and fled towards Cang Yue Mountain like flying.
"Hey! Wait!" Griffith only had time to stretch out his hand, unable to stop the escaping horse.
His physical and mental strength had been greatly consumed in the previous battle, and he could no longer hold on.
This was good, he was left alone on the bloody battlefield. Not only did he lose his main weapon, shield and horse, he was also troubled by waves of dizziness.
…
The remaining seven cultists surrounded him.
They were holding giant axes, daggers, and daggers, each with a fierce look on their face, and there was a hint of pleasure in finally seeing hope in their eyes.
"Finally, finally dismounted," Yin Ci had a deep gash on his face, which looked particularly ferocious.
They also have 2 shield guards, 1 archer and 2 warriors and 2 assassins.
Griffiths shook his body and got up from the ground, tidied his armor, picked up the dropped helmet and put it on again, barely showing a smile:
"Well, gentlemen and ladies, let's start the fifth round. I wish you all good luck."
A long ice sword condensed in his hand, and Griffith greeted the enemy with a saber and ice sword in hand.
"kill!!!"
A shield guard took the lead in attacking and slammed into him with his shield.
Griffith dodged to the side to avoid his impact, his saber deflected the short ax in the shield guard's hand, and stabbed him in the chin with the ice sword.
A sharp pain almost tore Griffith's back. Two assassins had already come around behind him and stabbed him twice without ceremony. The reefs also took over the fallen shield guards, pressing down like mountains.
Griffith turned around and struck an assassin on the neck with his sword. The ice sword and saber were crossed and locked, and he swung towards the reef to block his attack. He used his hands to exert force. The assassin's head was connected to the body with only a layer of skin, and it fell down against the shield of the reef.
"Kill!" A warrior swung his sword and struck the ice sword, splitting it into pieces of ice.
"He is dying! Kill him!"
An archer in the distance shouted loudly, and then an arrow shot diagonally through the breastplate and into Griffith's shoulder, almost nailing his throat.
Griffith's eyes flashed fiercely, and he swung his saber down to hold down the warrior's sword. He pulled out the corrupted feather sword with his left hand and stabbed it into his eye socket.
"Uh, woo~"
The warrior widened his other eye almost in disbelief and slowly fell back.
…
"Hoo, ho—"
Everyone was gasping for air.
The previous confrontation added three more bodies to the ground.
However, the cultists are still determined to fight on.
Then let’s fight!
Griffith threw away his helmet. In the battle just now, someone hit him hard on the head with a hammer. If he hadn't been wearing a fine iron helmet, he would have been knocked down.
Blood covered half of his face, mixed with sweat and rough breath, making it difficult for him to navigate.
"He is no longer good, kill him!"
The cultists swarmed again.
Griffith's right hand holding the sword pressed down, and immediately there was a burst of freezing air that froze the three people around him. He took out the medicine bottle and smashed it downwards, then turned and rushed towards the last archer.
The last archer was an agile woman. She didn't panic when she saw Griffith rushing towards him. At the last moment, she shot an arrow, which penetrated his shoulder. Then she quickly rolled to the right, dropped her bow and arrow, and drew out her short knife to stab him. Come.
At the same time, Hidden Thorn somehow managed to break free from the restraints of deceleration and rushed to his side, forming a pincer attack.
Griffith gave the archer a sword, but the four daggers of the two men also stabbed him.
"Ugh——!"
The pain nearly knocked him to the ground.
But the reckoning was triggered. Griffith swung his saber and corrupted sword with lightning speed.
The saber and ice chopped half of the shooter's face into pieces.
Yu Feng's sword was wrapped in violent shadow damage and smashed Yin Xi's belly, and blood and flesh flew everywhere!
Hidden Thorn, who succeeded in the sneak attack, was not dead on the spot, and was cut to the point where he let out a heart-rending scream. His figure suddenly turned into shadows, and he held two daggers and danced like a storm.
Griffith only felt the flashes of swords and swords around him, and fire splashed on his breastplate. He was instantly wounded all over by this series of attacks.
The horrific attack lasted for several seconds before ending suddenly. Hidden Thorn lost all life like a gray wax statue and fell backwards, muttering to himself: "It was almost done."
The smoke has cleared, and only Griffith, Reef, and another warrior are still standing. They looked at each other but made no move.
"Gudong!"
Griffith took out a bottle of life potion and drank it. His armor and body were injured in more than a dozen places, and blood had accumulated on his boots. Even if he drank the life potion now, it would only stop the bleeding and heal him. The exhaustion of physical strength and energy could not be solved.
"ah--!"
The remaining warrior roared in despair and rushed forward, slashing at Griffith with all his strength. But he had lost his composure, and the sword deflected to his vital point and was easily dodged, and then the corrupted feather sword pierced his throat.
Anjiao watched as the corpse of his companion fell to the ground with a plop, dropped the shield in his hand, took off a horse-killing sword from his back and walked slowly.
"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Twenty people against one person actually reached this stage." The aura of the reef became steady and powerful, and he approached slowly.
"You are also very tough." Griffith stood on the spot with dual weapons. The blood and injuries allowed him to open only one eye. "Why do you have to fight to this point? If it were ordinary people, they should have fled long ago."
"The will of the Creator is absolute," Reef whispered, "We are going to fight you here, and your tragedy has long been doomed."
Griffith's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised the saber in his hand above his head. Reef also stepped forward quickly, raised his horse sword and slashed at Griffith.
Griffith did not dodge, but used his saber to block the heavy sword. At the moment when the swords crossed each other, Anjiao couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart.
If you succeed, your saber will be cut into two pieces by my sword, and then your shoulders and ribs!
As soon as the idea came to mind, Reef suddenly saw Griffith's saber tilting downwards. Instead of resisting with his sword, he used the curved blade to deflect Reef's attack towards his right shoulder.
Before Reef could yell something bad, Griffith had already stepped forward, throwing Reef's sword edge and all his power away from his right shoulder.
"Pfft!"
The corrupted feather sword pierced Reef's chest, and then the saber passed across his neck, taking away all his life.
Griffith held his enemy's body like an old friend and let him fall slowly.
