Chapter 345: Duke's End

"charge!"
Twenty-four soldiers flew with flying swords, and the Duke of Mountbatten roared, his fiery red vindictive burning like flames.
The speed of the Knight Order increased again, quickly surpassing the previous peak speed and rushing towards the player's position.
Just like they deal with the mage, as long as they kill in front of them, everything will be reversed if they break into their position.
Without defense, the fighting spirit of the whole group of knights gathered on Mountbatten through the mana formed by the whole body of Mountbatten, and gathered on the lance in his hand, like a shining bright white star, with a swiftly killing the twenty who flew towards them. Four soldiers flying swords.
Ding~
The tip of the gun was pointed on the tip of one of the flying swords of the Dao Bing, and the sound of it was so sharp that it could pierce the steel plate.
Although it was only on one of the Dao Soldier Flying Swords, all the Dao Soldier Flying Swords froze at the same time, shooting backwards, flying trajectories crooked like flies.
The Duke of Mountbatten and the Knights under his command were not much better. The knight's body trembled like chaff and his face was pale.
"Kill it, hurry!"
Their speed did not lag, their faces flushed, and recklessly urged grudges, slammed them at the spears at a faster speed, and narrowed the distance.
Twenty-four Taoist soldiers’ flying swords revolved and flew for several meters, and then regained their meticulous control. The swords resonated with each other, forming a huge array of red light that enveloped the Knights, and the red swords were born, such as The tide usually floods them.
"what!"
The Duke of Mountbatten at the forefront of the Knights had all beards and hairs, and the lances in his hands danced wildly.
Occasionally, the red Taoist soldier flew into the formation like a poisonous snake to kill more than a dozen people when it could not be taken care of. The knight fell like a wooden stake, trampled into meat sauce by horseshoes, and stepped into the soil.
Knights are dying every moment, but the Duke of Mountbatten still maintains a super fast speed, rushing to the spear and other more than 300 gas refining players standing in extremely scattered positions.
"Die! The heresy of hell."
The Duke of Mountbatten roared, and the bright shot that gathered the knights of the whole group roughly stabbed in front of the spear with the most frequent energy fluctuations.
"No, just start now."
The spear looked at the Duke of Mountbatten, who looked like a volcanic eruption in front of him, and smiled, and the red light of the teammate behind him disappeared.
Large swaths of red fog rushed out from the ground without warning, covering a large area, gathering and not spreading or expanding.
boom!
Duke Mountbatten’s bitter blow hit the ground, blasting the ground into a large pit of several meters in diameter, splashing mud and stones, but their spears did not even have a single hair.
"Master Duke!"
The knights were horrified to find that their surroundings were quickly wrapped in a red mist. The thick mist contained a certain kind of special power, which made them unable to see the front and rear companions, as if there was only one person left between the world and the earth.
The Duke of Mountbatten's anger calmed slightly, and a fiery red shield quickly lit up on the Knights, and the red mist was expelled, which stopped the knights screaming in fear.
However, they found that these people were already surrounded by a mist, there was no difference between the front and the left, and they didn't know the direction.
"Why panic, continue to rush."
The Duke of Mountbatten sneered, ignoring the surrounding smoke at all, still keeping the speed and rushing in the original direction without any fear.
The knights, covered in thin eggshell shields, rushed into the thick fog without hesitation.
The surrounding red mist was extremely heavy, and there was no change in the slightest because of their charge. Every time the Knights left, they immediately followed up to occupy the space they had lined up.
Quietly around, no one attacked them.
"How is it possible? Obviously there is no wrong direction."
After charging for a long time, the confidence of Mountbatten disappeared, and his face was full of manic roar.
The horses that were charging at all had to stop, and a large white mist sprayed out from the nose of the mount, and then disappeared into the air. The sweat fell drop by drop, creating a small hole in the ground.
"My lord, we are trapped by the spell cast by the evil wizard."
A knight yelled, unable to hide the fear on his face.
The Duke of Mountbatten furrowed his brows deeply. Although he knew that he shouldn't, he couldn't help but miss the days when the church pastor was there.
If there is a priest here, they will be able to dispel this strange mist.
But now, he didn't ask the people below what to do. As a result, he could know that without asking him, these knights were not as good as him in terms of their knowledge of spells. At least there were a lot of spell introductions and general coping methods in his family.
It's just that he has no good solutions now.
"Okay, don't panic, we have a way."
The Duke of Mountbatten took a deep breath and calmed down the restless knights around him. The tip of his spear shone slightly, and a large amount of grudge was condensed from the knight behind him. The wheel of the spear was a month and a half, a fiery red The scorching half moon cut into the crimson mist.
Quietly, the huge grudge flew two meters away and disappeared, only to hear the sound of cutting through the ground and collapsed houses, making their faces even more ugly.
The place where they were before was near the gate of the city, and they rushed out so far. Where did the houses come from?
The faces of many knights were more disturbed, but the face of Duke Mountbatten showed a hint of joy.
"It's useful, the fog around is a little lighter."
As a ‘lord’ class, his grudge sensitivity is very high, and he immediately noticed the changes around him.
Without hesitation, the fiery red fighting energy brilliance appeared one after another, one after another, the hot fighting energy slashed in all directions, and the surrounding crimson fog gradually faded.
Outside the mist.
"They are about to come out, our blood fog array is still too rough, it can be broken by just cutting it."
The spear sighed as he watched the rolling red mist and the quarrels that appeared from time to time.
Behind him are more than 300 players in the Qi Refining Realm, in order, there are twenty-four Dao soldiers flying swords in the sky circling and dancing, the swords are shining, and they have accumulated power for a long time.
Around them, more than two thousand players who built the foundation have surrounded this place tightly, and the red mist could not cause any visual impact on them.
The army of ten thousand silver armor players is approaching, making the encirclement more dense.
In addition, there is a group of more than 100 wizards in the distance, slowly approaching under the leadership of Mage Reagan, and has entered the spell range.
In the frenzied slashes of Dou Qi slashes, the red mist dispersed, and Mountbatten and the more than 150 knights remaining behind him saw this.
The dense crowd surrounded them, and there seemed to be silent mockery in their eyes.
"Kill all these heretics with me."
The Duke of Mountbatten was silent for a while, and the mount companion under him stepped on again and launched a silent charge towards the place where the spear was, and the vindictive light was dim.