Enemy attack!
Griffith held the short gun in his hand and stabbed into the darkness. He didn't see the enemy's position clearly at all, so he could only contain it based on his feeling in a hurry.
The short gun made a "snap" sound and became embedded in the trunk of the tree, unable to be pulled out. At the same time, Griffith had taken out the long sword from his waist and protected it on his chest.
A gust of wind came from behind, and the enemy had already circled behind him. The powerful ice shield that had been prepared broke instantly, and the sword blade then tore through the double armor on his back shoulder and two short guns. However, the impact of the ice shield breaking hindered the sword's power and did not cut into the gap between the helmet and armor.
Griffith immediately deployed a new streamer shield and slashed towards the back. A tall and muscular figure and a cold light were seen between the lightning and flint, and a cold light came towards him.
"clang!"
Griffith's blow missed and the ice shield exploded again. The iron helmet on the top of his head had been cut with a deep scratch, damaging his skull. The blood stained the left side of his face red in an instant. If it weren't for the defense of his shield and helmet, Griffith would have been completely devastated.
"Tsk, tsk, you're dressed like a turtle, you have no martial ethics!" The blurry figure dodged the trainee knight's counterattack sword, retreated to the side, and looked at him playfully.
This is a young swordsman who is about twenty years old. He has messy light yellow fluffy curly hair. He is very handsome. The free and uninhibited smile between his eyebrows makes it difficult to imagine that he is here to take people's lives. The lean and sexy bronze upper body was casually dressed in short clothes, holding a long sword with cold light in each hand, rotating with the movements of his wrists.
His movements were neat and tidy, with a cynical laziness and chicness that reminded people of the elegant and deadly cheetah.
With superb swordsmanship, extraordinary temperament and confidence, he is a formidable opponent.
"I am a trainee knight of the Rameau family, Griffith Blanton, a second-level captain and a recipient of the Silver Eagle Medal." Griffith dropped the bow and quiver on his waist and raised his sword towards the swordsman. He saluted, "May I ask your surname?"
"Lancenis, a swordsman out of interest," the casual enemy nodded slightly in greeting, "Then let's get started, your head seems to be suitable for holding wine."
Juggernaut?
He said he was a sword master?
Is he the Sword Master of the Sequence 6 Extraordinary Concept of the Stranger Path?
Griffith was startled but didn't ask. The answer didn't matter now.
Lancenis' attacks were incomprehensibly sharp, and neither the double-layered heavy armor nor the ice shield could withstand his sharpness. Griffith calmed down, took off the vanguard shield, and concentrated on moving slowly to occupy the position, preparing for a fight to the death.
Lanthanis looked at him like an instructor for students taking exams, matching his pace with a smile on his face and moving slowly.
Under the bright moonlight, the two of them moved to the sloping river bank in the valley. The terrain there is open, making it easier to cast Griffith's frost spell. Not far from them is the majestic Beit River Dam.
The silver wind and moon were immersed in the water, and the quiet mountain forest and evening breeze watched the battle with breathless concentration.
The long sword in Lanthanis's hand sparkled like a blue gem in the moonlight. Griffith couldn't help being attracted to these weapons and was fascinated by them.
Lancenis came across the water and struck at the trainee knight with his sword.
A wall of ice suddenly appeared in the air. The azure long sword shattered the ice, but its direction and strength were messed up. Griffith seized the opportunity and swung his sword at the swordsman.
The sword failed as expected. Griffith immediately stirred up the extremely cold air and used the momentum to pull out his feather fencing sword and swung it away with his backhand.
"clang!"
Lancenis raised his sword to block it with ease, and at the same time retreated, standing in the cold water and looking at the enemy in front of him: "What happened to the ice wall just now? Is this cold air a magic spell or an enchanted weapon? It seems like You are no ordinary follower, your master values you very much."
At this moment, a rumbling roar echoed through the forest, and the water surface shook violently. The majestic dike overhead made a terrifying noise.
"Deadly!"
Lancenis shouted, turned and ran towards the west bank of the Beit River. At the same time, Griffith, who realized what was going on, put away his weapon and ran towards the east bank.
"The dam has broken! Run!"
The rebels who were working on the embankment just now let out an earth-shattering scream. Immediately afterwards, the monstrous flood tore apart the broken stone dam, swept up the hundreds of rebels on the dam, and roared downstream.
Griffith hurriedly climbed up the east bank, grabbed the bow and arrow he had just thrown away, and ran to higher ground. The sweeping flash flood destroyed boulders and trees, roaring behind him like countless galloping horses roaring away.
Maglius's coalition was doomed.
Although it is still some distance from the camp downstream, the military camp does not directly face the Beit River. But such violent flash floods have accumulated the power after the snow melts in early spring. The raging floods will rush into the Vero River and then overflow to the campsites on the shore. In the dark night, by the time the unsuspecting legionnaire discovered the swollen Vero River, it was already too late.
After the collapse of the only regular army in the area, what will Sonia and the others do when they are trapped in Bet Manor?
Griffith hid on a high ground and watched the flood destroy everything before his eyes. He gritted his teeth and had no choice but to leave.
Now, we have to find other ways to defeat the 5,000 rebels.
…
On the tower of Baron Bet's castle, Sonia watched silently as the turbid flash flood roared past the east side of the castle. The floods poured down from the mountains to the north, wrapping around boulders and trees, making an earth-shattering noise. In the lower areas on the banks of the Beit River, some rebel soldiers who had no time to evacuate were struggling in the flood. It didn't take long for them to disappear into the yellow turbid water together with their torches, broken trees, and huts.
Sonia bit her lip tightly, folded her hands in front of her chest and trembled uncontrollably. She and everyone knew that a regular army was encamped on the south bank of the Vero River, preparing to cross the river and attack in the morning. Under the turbulent waves, the hope of reinforcements and siege disappeared together.
Professor Witzleben, who insisted on staying to fight, returned to the room without saying a word.
Baron Bet's face was pale. He leaned against the cold stone wall and touched a dagger on his waist. He didn't know what he was thinking. The floodwaters have covered the farmland on the shore and slapped against the village wall at the feet. The few militiamen were running around shouting on the village wall, and the militia captain watched them deliver the frightening news to every house.
"Should we break out?" Sonia felt that she had almost lost the ability to speak, and it was difficult for her dry mouth to say a word.
Lana and Murat looked around with frowns, their eyes shifted from the village wall to the flooded embankment, and then to the flooded ferry not too far away. There were some boats crossing the river there, but I don’t know where they were washed away at this time. Fiona looked at Lana for a while and then at Sonia, as if waiting for someone to make an idea.
"Your Excellency Baron, please inform the militiamen to stick to their posts," Sonia summoned her courage and said in the calmest voice, "Your manor has a strong castle on the east side, and the flood is not enough to threaten the manor wall. We must continue to hold on. Old The town will send more reinforcements.”
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the northwest of the manor. The long-disrepaired manor wall collapsed and opened a gap after being washed away by the flood. It was like a slap on Sonia's face.
At first it was just a two-meter-wide collapse. As the muddy torrents rolled and pounded, pieces of soil and bricks on both sides collapsed and fell into the muddy water, forming a large slope up to seven meters wide.
"The wall is down!"
A militiaman on the wall of the manor screamed, and people from all over the manor looked over to see the shocking breach. Then hundreds of people shouted in unison, and the commotion of panic among men and women was like a tide. The militiamen around Nona and Kulala who were on guard against the manor wall were running everywhere, and they couldn't be caught.
After a while, several more parts of the north wall cracked and collapsed. Although there was no large-scale breach, the entire northern wall was already crumbling.
Everyone gathered on the castle was stunned for a while.
…
Baron Bethe sent his servants around to pull people up to block the conversation, but in the darkness they pulled people away and ran away. No one was willing to abandon their family and take risks on the wall at this time. The commotion continued until dawn, but not even a single piece of suitable wood was found.
Berthier brought some people and tried to build a wall with magic spells. He painstakingly planned the construction plan and erected a new wall behind the breach to support the building. However, the soft soil fell over soon after it was erected, and it was impossible to stabilize it without sufficient supports.
When it got light, the floods subsided a little. The large breach in the manor's wall was not blocked at all.
The rumble of war drums echoed in the morning light.
The rebel camp in the distance has dispatched more than twenty large rafts, paddling across the yellow water and approaching the breach in the north wall. They had not launched an attack since surrounding the manor, and were waiting for this moment.
At the same time, there were also large groups of rebels on the outside of the west and south walls. They came on boats and rafts, and ants gathered.
The number of rebels who rushed towards the northern wall was close to two hundred. They were armed with spears and axes, bent bows and arrows, wore short coats and wrapped their heads with cloth, and made bursts of strange screams and noises toward the baron's manor amid the sound of drums.
The manor, which was already in chaos, had lost all morale and could no longer find anyone to repair and defend the walls.
Witzleben came back from his room. He prepared a batch of spell configurations, drew them on parchment and distributed them to everyone, asking all magic students to divide into groups to prepare.
"But, if there is no wall, what will happen if the rebels rush in?" Several students asked together, "Our magic spell cannot form a long-term barrier."
There are no militia left on the estate to fill the battle lines. The few city defense troops were also panicked and could not hold the huge gap slope.
"I'll block the opening. Nona and Kulala will defend the other two walls." Rana responded.
He grabbed a special black cloak and put it on his armor, turned around and walked towards the castle stairs. As he walked, he said to everyone, "Mura continues to reorganize the militia and city defense army. We need to prepare a reserve team."
His eyes were hidden and sharp, and he first glanced at Professor Witzleben: "Professor, don't take action yet. There may be supernatural beings or evil believers hidden among the rebels."
"I have my own plan," the professor said coldly.
Lana turned his eyes to Fiona again: "Prepare the sealed objects, I will need them."
The daughter of the Xia Long family was stunned for a moment, then shook her head hurriedly: "These are two hundred rebels! They will kill you!"
Rana's eyes swept across the window to the rebel group on the water in the distance. On the raft full of swords and guns, the chaotic and violent atmosphere seems to have substance.
"It doesn't matter." Lana smiled and put his arms around Fiona. The girl was at a loss for a moment and subconsciously raised her head and closed her eyes.
Who would have thought that Lana just pulled off Fiona's cloak, took a spear handed by Murat, and tied the cloak with the Sharon family crest to the barrel of the gun.
What is going on... Fiona dug out her Shutoral with disappointment and reproach.
"Be careful with their Beyonders." Murat warned.
"It doesn't matter," Lana said calmly,
"The rebels have no fighting force."
…
The raft reached the breach in the north wall.
A group of capable rebels jumped off the raft with guns and axes in hand, and walked straight towards the slope of the breach in the shallow yellow water.
They let out strange screams, and the already frightened militiamen ran away when they saw them from a distance. Baron Bethe's manor is like a naked girl, already trembling under their clutches.
Just when the rebels were about to board the breach, a firm figure as solid as a mountain stood in front of them.
"Long time no see~"
Amidst the rumble of war drums, Rana climbed up the slope formed by the collapse of the earth wall alone, and inserted the spear flag of Xia Long's coat of arms into the mud behind him. The wind was fierce, and under the banner of sword and rose, he was wearing strong armor and standing with sword in hand, facing the surging tide of rebels, standing proudly like a rock.
"Come on! The story of Griffith fending off hundreds of goblins by himself has been going on for half a year." Rana's face was calm and even a little excited, "Today I want everyone to see how Xia Long's black wolf can defeat him." Two hundred heroic figures.”
The rebels quickly approached, opened their bows and arrows, and fired a dozen feather arrows at Rana. He turned slightly sideways, raised his black cloak and swept it away with strong wind, and the arrows scattered in all directions without causing any damage.
After a round of arrows, the rebel infantry had swarmed down the slope, holding wooden guns, with fierce eyes like man-eating rats, roaring and gesturing up and down with their guns. They neither advanced nor retreated. They stared at the soldiers standing in front of them with long swords, and at the same time paid attention to the steps of their companions. They shouted and yelled, but no one took a step forward.
"What? Aren't you coming up?" Lana's majestic voice asked coldly.
No one responded to the dense crowd, but a few people retreated into the cracks in the crowd.
Lana, surrounded by a forest of spear points, Shi Shiran unbuttoned his cloak, waved it off, glanced at the crowd around him with cold eyes, took the wolf-headed helmet in his hand, buckled it on his head, and pulled it Lower armor.
The resolute face is hidden in the darkness. An unknown and ferocious aura almost transformed into the illusion of a ferocious beast.
With a long sword and heavy armor, he approached the rebels step by step like a ferocious black wolf. The rebels gathered at the bottom of the slope were crowded and collapsed backwards for a while, and only a faint whisper could be heard from under the terrifying mask.
"Then I'm coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind rushed in and the black shadow struck violently. The fierce sword blade roared towards him, and the spear array turned into straw under the sickle in the blink of an eye.
Rana broke through the firing array with just one step. Broken gun blades were like catkins flying in the sky, and the morale of the rebels was shaken. He took another step forward and swept his horse sword through the crowd, cracking spines and limbs, and shattering those who hit him.
With just one blow, he killed seven or eight people. Hundreds of rebels exclaimed in unison, some clamored and moved forward, while others turned around and ran away.
Rana launched an attack with his horse-cutting sword.
Wherever the sword blade flew, everyone was reduced to powder. The group of rebels who bravely stepped forward were swept away by the sword wind. In the blink of an eye, corpses were scattered on the ground, and the remaining ones were in a mess with their livers and gallbladders broken.
Two dexterous figures suddenly flashed across the crowd. Their movements are as erratic as phantoms and extremely fast, exceeding the limits of mortals.
Extraordinaries with assassin characteristics among the rebels took action.
Taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, they leaned over to dodge the sharp edge of the sword and slashed towards Rana's calf. The dagger cut all over the ankles and calves, sparks suddenly appeared, and the palms of both men holding the dagger went numb.
"So hard!" The assassin exclaimed, glared angrily at the iron-clad soldier in front of him, rolled to one side to avoid it, and hid back among his companions.
They moved freely and smoothly among the crowd, looking for opportunities to attack again.
Lana had already noticed them. After one slash, he suddenly restrained his sharpness and tightened his abdomen and chest. The air on the battlefield seemed to be sucked by him. Fiona and the others who were watching the battle from afar on the castle felt an extremely solemn and oppressive sense of suffocation, as if a black hole swallowing up the world had appeared there, and even the sound could not escape its clutches.
"Hurrah!"
Lana let out a war cry that was as loud as thunder. The group of rebels who surged up from the breach trembled together. Many people's eardrums were bleeding. Almost all of them fell into a state of deceleration and dizziness, unable to move forward on the soft and slippery mud.
Heartbreaking!
Under this roar, the two shadow-like assassins' legs became as stiff as lead, and their figures immediately appeared.
"Found you."
Lana, who was covered in black armor, was like a wild beast that chose people to devour. His eyes were red, and he was holding a giant sword and swept past like a mountain falling apart.
The assassins and the group of rebels were still stuck in the soft, wet mud, screaming together. The violent wind pressure swept through them, cutting them into pieces. Half of the body flew back together, dragging its intestines and stomachs, and the head on its shoulders still had eyes open in disbelief.
"Ah!"
Lana roared angrily, and swung his fierce sword down again, and the heads of the rebels shattered like tofu. A path of blood was torn open by the blade in the crowded crowd. Broken limbs and intestines were scattered like raindrops. Warm blood poured on the faces of the comrades behind.
The screams of the rebel brigade resounded across the sky. They were crowded together and pushed back toward the deep water by one person. Only the bravest ones at the front faced the terrifying giant sword and were instantly turned into minced meat. The infantry behind them were so frightened that they broke into pieces and fell into the turbid water one by one and struggled.
This is the horse-killing sword of the Eastern Legion. Selected tall warriors wearing heavy armor, iron boots, and holding huge swords as tall as their body entered the wall without retreating even when faced with cavalry and mountain monsters. They faced the enemy head-on. Anyone swept by this sharp blade will be shattered.
Even though there are a large number of bandits, when two hundred people attack one person, it feels like there are sharp swords everywhere, death and broken limbs are everywhere, and screams and howls cover the wilderness.
The chaotic screams were mixed with strange sounds, which were both the rustling sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, and the sound of continuous splashing water.
This strange reverb horrified anyone who realized its cruel implications.
The rebels were huddled in knee-deep mud and water and were chased and killed by one man. Surrounded by his accomplices who were pushing and yelling at each other to prevent him from escaping, the giant black wolf tore out pieces of flesh all over the crowd, and its bloody fierce light made people want to flee to the distant frozen soil in horror.
The rebels, who had been so fierce just a few minutes ago, were already in disarray and rushed towards the raft.
The stagnant water and mud are extremely obstructive when they arrive, and they are even more like a natural chasm when escaping. No matter how hard they pushed me, they couldn't escape Rana's killing blow. Some people jumped onto the raft, but the rest couldn't squeeze in, so they clung to the edge and refused to let go.
More and more people were running for their lives. Seeing that the raft was about to sink, the murderers drew their knives and hacked at them. There were so many fingers on the raft that they could be picked up with their hands.
Amidst the screams, the rebels who had no time to escape were swept away by the sword wind of the horse-killing sword, and fell into pieces into the muddy water.
As the resistance of the rebels collapsed, the screams gradually became muffled, replaced by more dense sounds of falling water, like heavy rain falling on the lake.
The bandit who was still on the raft was so frightened that he hurriedly propped up the raft, left his comrades who were still calling for help and fled to the old camp, lest he fall behind others.
"mob."
Lana grabbed half of the corpse in the water and wiped the blood from the sword blade. He turned back to the top of the slope, found a stone and sat down with his horse sword across his legs. He took out a piece of bread and ate it.
