Lord of the Oasis

Short javelin.

This sharp and heavy throwing weapon is extremely powerful within 20 meters. With the long-term use and tempering of these gangsters, they are basically accurate enough, no less than the archer's archery skills.

Even if the group of enemies is rushing fast, the short javelin can be used as a short spear.

Handy for actual weapons.

But now, a group of people are wielding short javelins.

I am afraid that in the first round of the Javelin Rain, dozens of people can be directly reimbursed, especially as the distance gets closer and closer, the power of the short javelin can also become larger and larger, to the extent that it can kill with one hit!

In the real world, being pierced by a sharp javelin thicker than a thumb is no joke.

Bows and arrows with relatively low power can be lethal.

Not to mention the powerful short javelin!

The scene is quiet.

Only the bonfire was crackling and burning, and occasionally small sparks popped out.

There was silence in the temporary camp, as if many mercenaries had fallen asleep. Even those who were standing guard outside were already sleepy, leaning against each other, and those who stood staggered and staggered.

Viscount Gibran and the others who touched him outside showed contempt.

At this time, where they were, they were all on the edge of the farmland.

There are low shrubs and a few trees as shelter, and it is impossible to notice it for a while at night.

On this observation grain drying field, the group of people who are camping is also just right, not to mention that the distance is less than 300 meters. If they want to take the opportunity to launch an attack, they can ride their horses at any time and gallop past.

This attack is all light, equipment and the like are not the best protection.

Enough to deal with barbarians or common mercenaries.

"grown ups."

Bertram clenched his knight's sword.

Looking at the tent in front of him, he said solemnly, "I can't see the specific situation. Maybe the group of barbarians are already asleep. After all, this is Fort Aviles, and they naively thought it was safe."

Viscount Gibran hesitated, and said with a slight pause, "It seems so."

But he didn't give the order to attack.

Instead, look carefully ahead.

The other three great knights, seeing their teacher being so cautious, also looked at each other and chose to dormant for the time being, but in their hearts, they always felt that something was wrong.

Or rather... fearful!

That's right.

Just fear.

Outside the village, they swept across the temporary camp where the bonfire was in full swing, but they didn't feel right.

Although I saw those lazily dressed in iron-clad leather armor, just like real mercenaries, resting here for the night, I still couldn't relax.

It was too easy, and the vigilance of the group was too lax.

as the lord of this place.

Viscount Gibran didn't think that the security in Avilés would be so good that he didn't need too much vigilance!

Especially when he looked into the depths of the temporary camp, a wave of fear poured out from the depths of his soul, with a timid mentality, and his soul trembled as he breathed.

"This feeling…"

Viscount Gibran was short of breath.

But his whole person's spirit became more and more excited: "It's strange, this feeling in the past is the fear that I felt in despair when I fought with the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom ten years ago!"

He was as excited as a mighty lion who refused to accept his old age!

"Kill in!"

Viscount Gibran's eyes were slightly bloodshot.

A tyrannical emotion instantly appeared in his eyes, and at the same time, a red glow appeared in his eyes, and even with the breath, the momentum of the whole person became tyrannical, fanatical, and even weird!

"kill!"

The three students next to him responded instantly.

A coquettish red glow suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three of them, echoing the eyes of Viscount Gibran in front of them, and even the aura seemed to condense and become one.

Including Burren Lem and those knight attendants in the back, they all drew out their long swords and got on their horses.

The raid is about to unfold!

The sound was slightly noisy, and in an instant it turned into a crashing sound like a flood.

"Boom boom boom boom-"

The sound of hoofs.

Very clear in this silent night.

Even Nali Village, not far away, was shaken, and the cries of old people or children were heard, especially the shaking of many figures. As the five horse-riding militiamen passed by to pass messages, more militiamen also poured out.

Armed with long spears, they formed a barely neat queue and pressed towards the grain drying field together.

"kill!"

Viscount Gibran charged forward.

A blood-red mist, mixed with a hint of rich black, permeates the body of their charge, but it can't be seen clearly in the night, but as long as the knight servants who come into contact with this faint mist, their eyes are filled with light. Red mansions.

There are also crazy, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, negative emotions that want to slaughter everything!

"kill!"

The knights and servants shouted and shouted.

But in their minds, there is still the rationality of the previous training, which keeps them in a tight queue.

It's just that when they had not yet charged into the temporary camp of the grain drying field, and were still more than fifty meters away, the sentinels who were still on guard and seemed lazy suddenly disappeared.

These knight servants had doubts in their minds, but they couldn't stop now.

Instead, it's ahead.

In the temporary camp, one after another figure appeared in the tent.

It's the elite desert robbers!

Already prepared.

He directly threw the short javelin in his hand towards the path of the charge of these knights and servants, and threw it fiercely.

With the strong wind sound of "whoosh", like slow motion, those knights and servants charged themselves, just to meet the short javelin rain, followed by a burst of neighing!

"Puff puff-"

Short javelins easily pierce chainmail or links.

The sharp spear head, combined with the throwing, and the reaction force of the cavalry charging, almost made any armor and bones unable to withstand the power of that moment, and even the entire human body was instantly penetrated by the short javelin.

The knight attendants who formed the traditional charge of the lion principality, fell forty or fifty people on the spot!

The front row was almost directly destroyed.

The knight attendants in the back row also failed to charge because of the corpses of their comrades in front and the chaotic horses.

Continuing to charge for a few steps, but only able to turn the horse's head in front of the temporary camp and rush to the side, but with the speed of the descent, the desert robbers with short javelins became more and more many.

And the whistling when throwing the short javelin is as rough as the grin of the devil.

The knights have been dealt a fatal blow!

"spread!"

But Rolfe's eyes were extremely solemn.

Looking at the path of the original charge, more than a dozen figures staggered and stood up among the dead. His eyes shrank suddenly, and he shouted at the surrounding desert robbers: "Retreat! Retreat!"

The state of the dozen or so people was extremely strange, but he knew that they were not the ones he could fight against.

The so-called lion knights should be handed over to Lord Kant!

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