Lord of the Oasis

Without hesitation, Rolfe quickly retreated with the desert robbers.

This is definitely not cowardice out of fear of the battlefield.

but reason!

The short javelin was thrown with great force. Even the tenacious warhorse was hit, and the hard skull was completely penetrated. Not to mention the rider, he couldn't stop the deliberately sharpened spear blade.

Moreover, the inertia and reaction force it receives can be fatal if it falls from a high-speed warhorse!

Just like now.

Most of the riders were lying on the ground with twists and turns.

The limbs were obviously twisted and deformed, and even if there was a faint scream, it was also weak and weak.

These knighted squires from Avilés suffered heavy losses.

They have never been exposed to such an attack.

But in the pile of corpses of the war horses and riders, more than a dozen figures climbed up, and with the screams gradually weakened, thick red mist visible to the naked eye wrapped around them.

The strange thing is like blood is entangled, it is extremely terrifying and infiltrating!

Extraordinary power.

Rolfe certainly knew it wasn't something he could handle.

Even if there are more than 200 elite desert robbers next to him, it is estimated that they are not the extraordinary monsters that are covered in bright red mist like blood!

Human monsters, monsters that can make them all slaughtered by ordinary people!

But no one is afraid.

Because just behind, the sound of footsteps came, and the reinforcements in full-body plate armor had already stepped up.

Although there were only 20 people, the momentum that erupted from the extraordinary power was no less than the dozen or so figures who were slowly walking over from the pile of corpses in front of them, like monsters.

These 20 people are all from the strongest national knights in Pande, the elite Sarion Lion Knights!

And just around the makeshift camp.

The elite desert robbers have raised their short javelins and spears, and with the help of the complex environment and obstacles in the camp, they have scuffled with the knights and servants who have rushed in.

The charge of the knights and servants was blocked, and because there were so many obstacles in the camp, they only wandered on the periphery for a while.

Can't get in at all.

If you want to charge fearlessly and be the first to break the deadlock, it will be in vain.

While these knights and servants were fighting hard, it was not only the desert robbers who were resisting, but also the Sarion lion servants with spears or half-swords, who were gradually fighting back.

During the melee, these Sarion lion servants who are good at this way are like a duck to water.

The action shuttles among the desert robbers.

Without stopping, the knight servants fell from their horses.

For a time, the group of knights and servants who had been scattered on both sides and lost their command and command, were torn off their horses between the tents and obstacles. dead.

Even in the direction of Nali Village, the militiamen who had attacked were retreated by several rounds of javelin rain.

Was ambushed during a night attack.

It ended badly.

But there is no mercy on the battlefield.

Looking at the panicked militiamen and the knights' squires whose horses were shot down, no one held back.

The short javelin was still thrown fiercely, with the rustling sound of the wind, followed by howling, crying, and dying because of the serious injury and finally weak and stopped struggling.

Kant just looked at those militiamen and knight attendants indifferently.

Watch them die.

This is war!

Rounds of short javelins were thrown.

Armed militias, with or without leather armor, were then crucified on the spot.

The formation was destroyed, and then the elite desert robbers rushed forward with red eyes, howling, and with the spears and machetes in their hands, they smashed a bloody path!

Those armed militias are not the opponents of this group of bandits at all.

Even well-trained.

But to the elite desert robbers, they are still like young rookies.

With the fixed-point throwing of the short javelin, the scattered formation of the armed militia was instantly torn apart.

Surrounded by the bandits, they rushed in for close combat, and the swung machete shone with cold light, and stumps and blood splashed.

For a time, the militiamen who poured out of the village were killed and returned.

Or the collapse that has been killed!

"kill!"

But the elite desert robbers did not pursue the victory, but instead stabilized their formation on the spot.

The grain drying yard was originally flat land, but Kant and the others were stationed here. For safety reasons, the spacing between tents was not too small, but not too large. Many materials were used as low walls and obstacles, and a tent was built. Two layers of defense.

Naturally, it is the outer defense line composed of the outermost desert robbers.

There are also those Sarion lion knights and lion servants formed to protect Kant's inner defense line!

They can't be too messy.

Because it was on the periphery, those knights and servants were still raiding.

After the charge was setback, these knight attendants did not continue to charge. Instead, they began to swept their wings with the help of the armed militia, and began to use high mobility to deter the desert robbers in the temporary camp, while avoiding the precise and deadly short javelin.

A skilled desert robber, he can throw accurately within 20 meters.

And the elite gangsters in the desert robbers.

Not to mention the distance of 20 meters.

If you throw it accurately, you can hit the target at a distance of 30 meters.

In addition, these knights and attendants did not have the cooperation of bowmen, so they dared not approach the grain drying field for a while, let alone seeing the armed militia being defeated and scattered, there is no idea of ​​charging.

Even Viscount Gibran was frustrated in the charge, and now they don't know if they are alive or dead, and they don't have a clear command.

I don't even know what to do!

The night is bright.

The bonfire in the temporary camp is even brighter.

But the cold wind from the night of Dongjun led them to fall into an ice cave.

The moans were reduced, but the shouts of killing continued. The battle in the village had been settled. Occasionally, there were knight servants who did not have long eyes. They rushed into the camp of the grain drying field with red eyes. Man with a horse pierced.

The more than 200 knights and attendants who came here are now dead and wounded.

But the enemy has not seen many casualties.

Everyone was shocked.

shudder!

Here and there are caravans of barbarians in disguise.

It is clear that the elite troops of the nobles who do not know are assembled here!

Let them suffer a big loss!

What made these knight attendants dare not escape, and just ahead, the dozen or so stood up again in the pile of corpses, holding weapons in their hands, and their bodies were wrapped in a thick blood mist.

Viscount Gibran.

There are Bertram Knights.

There are also 3 well-known knight masters in the castle, who are the identity of the great knight!

Now.

These people have gathered extraordinary strength.

Even the Knights of Bertram are now surrounded by red blood mist.

It's not just him, the blood mist is also condensing on the dozen or so knight servants who were originally most admired.

It was as if a dozen people had just stepped out of the blood-filled world, and the power of the extraordinary power swept through the entire battlefield, making the surrounding knights and servants dare not approach or leave.

They had heard the secrets of Viscount Gibran.

Blood Warrior.

The name acquired ten years ago on the north bank of the Rhysniston River.

Hundreds of people erupted in such a blood mist, and the main force of the invasion of the Silver Plate Kingdom of thousands perished together.

In the end, only Viscount Gibran survived. It is said that his face became younger, his strength was stronger, and he also became the most powerful knight of the East County Leader, and he was the master of extraordinary power in the Principality of Lions!

Based on these dozen or so people alone, it is estimated that there are no strange troops of the Great Knight in this temporary camp, and it cannot be resisted.

And inside the camp.

Kant came forward.

Rolf followed behind, with the machete in his hand on his shoulders: "It's them."

"Interesting." Kant smiled instead.

Looking at the figures wrapped in blood-colored mist, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If the guy from Bandak is here, maybe there is a meaning for communication."

"Hmm." Rolfe raised his eyebrows as well: "Listen to what you mean, they are the same kind."

"Do not."

Kant is in the negative.

He smiled calmly and said: "Bandak is the apostle of the underworld, representing the will of the underworld." After a pause, his smile showed a bit of sarcasm: "But these guys are knights who are lured by demon power and thus degenerate. ."

Rolfe understood: "Lowly fallen knight."

The dozen or so figures in the front heard it.

No rage.

Instead, it was eerily quiet.

The surrounding corpses, whether they were knights or war horses, were already skin and bones.

The blood essence from the whole body was drawn out and turned into a blood-colored mist that condensed around these dozen figures. At the same time, there seemed to be some kind of strange power descending in this void, and it became more and more thorough and transmitted to this place.

If the mages are here, they may be able to perceive that this power comes from the ground.

But Kant still knew the real source of this power.

Abyss Demon!

That's why, Kant says Bandak understands.

And just ahead, those figures shrouded in the blood-colored mist finally started to move, slowly stepping forward, stepping on the corpses of the war horse and rider, but made a crisp clicking sound.

The skinny corpse shattered with stress.

Just a moment.

These corpses are as fragile as they have spent thousands of years!

The essence of life has been absorbed, and the dozen or so figures are the masterminds behind it.

headed.

Naturally, it was the gray-haired Viscount Gibran.

Now he is not as old as before, but as strong and brave as a middle-aged man.

Holding his carefully forged knight sword in his hand, he looked at Kant, who was guarded by the lion attendants and the lion knights in front of him. The red light in his eyes flashed, but the corners of his mouth cracked into a grin.

"Ah, I didn't expect it, Baron Kant."

He grinned grimly.

The whole person is like the most terrifying monster: "It turned out to be you, I said, you can see through my sneak attack so easily, and even counterattack, instantly revealing my current form, I really can't think of it, it turns out to be you."

"Hmm." Kant nodded, but didn't answer.

Viscount Gibran didn't care either.

He still grinned.

The red light in his eyes is even more: "It's just, Baron Kant, since you have seen me now, then you must keep this news a secret. After all, I don't want everyone to know who I am today."

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