Chapter 390: . Monsters in the Blood Mist

Without any hesitation, Rolfe took the desert robbers elite and quickly retreated.
This is definitely not timid because of the fear of the battlefield.
It is sensible!
The short javelin was thrown, and the force was heavy. Even the tenacious horse was hit, and the hard skull was penetrated through, not to mention the rider, which could not stop the deliberately sharpened sharp blade.
Moreover, the inertia and reaction force can be lethal immediately after falling down at high speed!
Just like now.
Most riders lie on the ground.
The limbs were obviously twisted and deformed, and even the faint screams were still weak with a short life.
These knight servants from Avilesburg suffered heavy losses.
They have never been exposed to such attacks.
But in the piles of bodies of the war horses and riders, a dozen figures climbed up. With the screams gradually weakened, a thick red mist visible to the naked eye wrapped around him.
The weird thing is like blood entwined, so terrible!
Extraordinary power.
Rolf certainly knew this was not something he could solve.
Even if he is currently beside him, more than 200 desert robbers are elite, it is estimated that it is not the dozen or so monsters full of bright red mist, just like the blood-ridden monster!
Human monsters, monsters that make them ordinary people, all slaughtered!
But no one was afraid.
Because the sound of footsteps came right behind him, the reinforcements wearing plate armour had already pushed up.
Although the number of people is only 20, the momentum from the extraordinary power is no less than that of the dozen or so figures in the heap of corpses in front.
These 20 people are all the strongest national knights from the Pander continent, the elite Salyon Lion Knight!
And just around the temporary camp.
The elite desert robbers have raised their short javelins and spears and used the complex environment and obstacles in the camp to fight with the knights and servants who have rushed in.
The knights' servants were blocked from charging, and because there were so many obstacles in the camp, they only wandered around the periphery for a time.
Can't rush in at all.
If you want to charge fearlessly, the first to open the deadlock, but in vain.
As these knights and servants struggled to fight, they not only resisted the elite desert robbers, but also the salaion lion servants armed with spears or half-swords, gradually counterattacking.
In the course of the melee, these servants of the Lion of Lyon, who are good at this, are like fish.
The action shuttled through the elite desert robbers.
The knight's servants fell off.
For a while, the group of knights and servants who had lost their command and command were ripped off the war horses between the tents and obstacles, and by the long sword or spear pierced the throat, chest and abdomen. The dead.
In the direction of Lannali Village, the militiamen who had attacked were all returned by several rounds of javelin rain.
Was counterattacked during the night raid.
The end is miserable.
But there is no mercy on the battlefield.
Looking at the panicked militia and the cavaliers who were shot down, no one left their hands.
The short javelin was still thrown fiercely, with the sound of the wind, followed by howling, crying, and dying to stop struggling because of the serious injury.
Kant just looked at those militiamen and knights indifferently.
Watch them die.
This is war!
Rounds of short javelins were thrown out.
Then armed militia wearing or not wearing leather armor were nailed to the spot.
The formation was destroyed, and then the elite desert robbers flushed their eyes with red eyes, howling and rushed towards them, using their spears and scimitars to kill a road!
Those armed militias are simply not opponents of this group of gangsters.
Even if it is well-trained.
But for the elite desert robbers, it is still like a young rookie.
As the short javelin was thrown at a fixed point, the armed militia's fragmented formation instantly split into pieces, and the gangsters seized the opportunity to rush into the close combat, and the waving scimitar shone with cold light, and the limbs and blood splashed.
For a time, the militiamen who poured out of the village were killed and retreated.
Or the collapsed that has been killed!
"kill!"
But the elite of the desert robbers did not take advantage of the chase, but stabilized in place.
The grain drying field was originally flat land, but Kant and them were stationed here. For safety reasons, the interval between the tents was not too small, but not too big. Among them, many materials were established as low walls and obstacles. Two layers of defense.
Naturally, it is the outer defense line composed of elite desert robbers.
There are also the inner defenses of the knights and lions enshrined by the Lions of Sarion, which are specially designed to protect Kant!
They cannot be too messy.
Because just outside, those knights and servants are still raiding.
After the charge was frustrated, these knights and servants did not continue to charge. Instead, they began to sweep the wings with the help of armed militiamen, and began to deter the desert robbers in the temporary camp with high mobility, while avoiding the accurate and deadly short javelin.
The skillful desert robber can throw accurately within 20 meters.
The elite bandits among the desert robbers.
Not to mention the distance of 20 meters.
If you throw accurately, you can hit the target at a distance of 30 meters.
In addition, these knights and servants did not have the coordination of crossbowmen. They suddenly dared not approach the grain drying field, let alone saw the armed militias crushed and scattered, and even had no idea of ​​a charge.
Even Viscount Gibran charged and frustrated, and now life and death are unknown, they have no clear command.
Do not know how to be good!
The night is bright.
The campfires in the temporary camp were even brighter.
But the cold wind from the night of the Dongjun Ling made them fall into the ice cave.
The groaning decreased, but the cries of killing continued. The village was settled. Occasionally there were knights who were not long-eyed. They rushed into the camp of the grain drying field with their red eyes, and then they were locked by several spears. Man pierced with a horse.
More than 200 knights and servants came, and now they are dead and wounded.
But the enemy has not seen much casualties.
Everyone was shocked.
shudder!
This is a caravan disguised by barbarians.
Obviously, I don't know which elite troops of nobility assembled here!
Let them suffer a big loss!
But these knights and servants did not dare to flee, and there were just a dozen of them standing up again in the heap of corpses, holding weapons in their hands, all wrapped in a thick blood mist.
There is Viscount Gibran.
There are Bertrim Knights.
There are also 3 well-known knight masters in the castle, who are big knights!
right now.
This group of people has condensed extraordinary power.
Even the Bertrim Knight is now covered with red blood mist.
Not only him, but the dozen or so knight servants who were most respected behind him, the blood mist was also condensing.
More than a dozen people just came out in a blood-filled world. The power of extraordinary power swept almost the entire battlefield, so that the knights and servants around didn't dare to approach or leave.
They had heard about the secret of Viscount Gibran.
Blood Warrior.
Ten years ago, the name was obtained on the north bank of the Ristniston River.
Hundreds of people erupted in such blood mist, and the main force of the invasion of the Silver Plate Kingdom of thousands of people died.
In the end, only Viscount Gibran survived. It is said that his face became younger and stronger, and he also became the leader of the East County on the bright side. The strongest knight is the most powerful master in the Principality of the Lions!
Based on these dozens of people alone, it is estimated that there is no stranger in the temporary camp that cannot be resisted.
And inside the camp.
Kant came to the front.
Rolf followed, with the heavy machete in his hand on his shoulder: "It's them."
"Fun." Kant smiled instead.
Looking at the figures covered with mist, he raised his eyebrows and said: "If it is the bandak guy, there may be a meaning of communication."
"Well." Rolf raised his eyebrows as well. "It's the same kind of people, as you mean."
"Do not."
Kant is no.
He calmly smiled and said: "Bandak is the apostle of the underworld, representing the will of the underworld." The tone was a little bit, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his smile: "But these guys are tempted by the power of demons, and thus fallen knight ."
Rolf understands: "The lowly fallen knight."
The dozens of figures in front heard.
No anger.
It is strangely quiet.
The surrounding corpses, whether they are knight servants or war horses, are already skinny.
The whole body of blood was drawn out and turned into a mist condensing around these dozens of figures~EbookFREE.me~ At the same time, there seems to be some strange power coming in this void, more and more transparent space, Pass here.
If the mages are here, you might be able to perceive that this power comes from the ground.
But Kant still knows the true source of this power.
Abyss Demon!
That's why, Kant said that Bandak understood.
And right in front, those figures shrouded in mist finally began to move, slowly stepped forward, stepped on the bodies of horses and riders, but made a crisp click.
The skinny bones shattered under stress.
Just a short 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 hands behind it.
Headed.
Naturally the gray-haired Viscount Gibran.
Now he is not as old as before, but as strong and brave as a middle-aged man.
Carrying his elaborately forged knight sword in his hand, he looked at Kant, who was surrounded by lions and lion knights in front of him. The red awn flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth grinned.
"Ah, unexpectedly, Baron Kant."
He grinned and made a sound.
The whole person is like the most terrifying monster: "It turned out to be you. I said that I saw through my sneak attack so easily and counterattacked. It instantly exposed me to my current form. I couldn't imagine that it was you."
"Huh." Kant nodded, but didn't reply.
Viscount Gibran did not care either.
He still grinned.
The red man in the eyes is even worse: "But, Baron Kant, since you have seen me now, then you have to keep this news secret. After all, I don't want everyone to know me today."
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