Chapter 346: Cold eye

The knight's armor is still bright, his swords and spears are still sharp, but the horse is tired, and most of the horsemen's fighting spirit is consumed.
Surrounded by layers of military encirclement, not only soldiers, but also powerful men of the same rank with great energy.
Ten dead but no life.
"Everyone, fight to the death."
The Duke of Mountbatten and the other knights showed despair on their faces, but no one proposed to surrender. They knew how they treated the prisoners, and they knew how the Magic Council treated the prisoners.
Surrendering is just another method of death, and the method of death in the hands of a wizard who has countless experiments to do will be even more cruel.
The smoke dissipated, and the knight moved triumphantly. The guards players also moved. The two thousand people who surrounded the knight moved closer and narrowed the circle.
To outsiders, these soldiers are silent and orderly, like precision machines.
In fact, in the Guards channel and the player channels of the squadrons and squadrons, the frequent commands are quickly delivered, and the battlefield is changing in every moment.
The red light of the internal forces of all the players in the battlefield flashed, and the internal forces were quickly transferred to their respective captains to form more than one hundred and sixty more brilliant red sword auras, covering the charging knights with the whistling sound that pierced the air. .
Duke Mountbatten showed a flush of flush on his face, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He squeezed out a trace of vindictiveness from his already devastated flesh and spread a thin layer of vindictiveness on all the knights.
The clanging sound is endless, even if it is the weak qi shield formed by the extremely weak knight, the sword qi group formed by the concentrated internal force cannot be broken for a while.
"Kill kill kill!"
Arriving within a distance of less than 100 meters, the knight on the horse roared into the guards' camp. The tip of the gun was bright. After the player in the front waved a sword, his body was exploded by the gun.
At the same time, a large group of players fell down like mowing, and their bodies were trampled into mud by horseshoes.
Nearly a hundred base-building players who were facing the enemy between several breaths in contact with each other disappeared, none of them were seriously injured, and all died.
The dozens of people in the front were thrown away dozens of meters away as if they were hit by a locomotive, and the people in mid-air turned into blood masses of bone residue, metal and meat sauce.
In the face of such a tragic scene, the battle formation did not appear the panic and small-scale collapse that the Duke of Mountbatten and others expected, and the battle formation remained silent.
Even soldiers splashed with large patches of blood and flesh next to the flesh-and-blood ground can still make precise changes. Soldiers who have lost their establishment will automatically look for higher positions around them to re-form a slightly scattered joint attack.
At the moment when the knights stood out from the battlefield, more than one hundred and sixty identical red sword auras flew again, smashing the fragile vindictive shield that had already been consumed, and mercilessly slaying the knight with only armor. Body.
Screams appeared on this battlefield with only the sound of swords and guns. From time to time, knights fell off their horses and died with their mount partners.
If you lose your team and mobility for a while, you will immediately be killed by the sword energy that whizzes out.
The Earth Knight is okay, as long as it is not attacked by too much sword energy, nothing will happen for a while.
Ordinary knights are very fragile. Without the protection of the knights' shield, they are too fragile under this kind of group attack, and they have no intention of killing them as expected.
The battle entered a fierce and extremely tragic stage at the beginning. At every moment, knights and players ten times more than knights died, stumps and arms were broken, and a strong smell of blood permeated the battlefield.
"Not bad, being able to fight with the Knights that consumes more than half of the qi is considered a pass."
The spear and the Master Reagan, who came to him, silently watched the battle nearby.
Behind the two of them, the twenty-four Taoist soldiers flying swords above their heads in the Refining Realm players circled and danced, a little bit of red light gathered.
A group of more than one hundred wizards chanted the front spells neatly, and the nearby wind magic particles surged wildly.
The ultimate arms of the two blood sea guilds maintained the highest vigilance, and their divine consciousness and mental power kept scanning the surroundings without daring to relax in the slightest.
In the shocking gaze of the surrounding thousands of adorable new people, the red sword aura continued to surround it like rain, and the charge of the knights slowed down a little bit, and finally stopped completely and was tightly surrounded.
"Lord Duke, we are finished, and we died at the hands of a group of ants."
The land knight behind the Duke Mountbatten said sadly. The knights who followed him from the beginning had more than 200 people to now only 100 people are left. The death rate is 50%, even the land knight has ten. Yu Ming was killed in battle.
It is these powerful noble knights who are determined to fight, but now they are completely desperate. The opponents are like a group of puppets, with no morale at all.
Their strength was not only that, but it was a pity that most of their fighting spirit was consumed.
The Duke of Mountbatten is even more miserable. His left arm has disappeared. As the arrow of the knights, he has received the highest level of fire, and he can survive now with the support of the knights under his command.
The Duke of Mountbatten looked at himself and the knight behind him, the fighting spirit in his body had been exhausted, and now he was fighting with his physical strength and armor.
"Foreign powerhouse."
The Duke of Mountbatten turned to look at their fighting spears outside the battlefield indifferently, and shouted: "The weak under the knight is an insult to the strong. From the dignity of the knight, please accept my challenge."
The sound is trembling everywhere, there is echo.
The surrounding players glanced at him curiously and found it interesting, but they did not receive the order and did not stop.
The speed of the knights surrounding the Duke of Mountbatten decreased rapidly, and the exchange ratio had changed from ten to one to five to six to one, and it was still decreasing.
The spear's gaze was faint, and he ignored the words of Duke Mountbatten, nor glanced in his direction.
The Duke of Mountbatten laughed: "So you guys from foreign lands are weak reptiles?
Don't you dare to accept the challenge of the lame old man with only one arm left after I have consumed all my fighting spirit? "
"Haha, Duke, these are in armor, how dare you compare with you?"
"My imperial man, are these cowards like these?"
There was a knight who laughed heroically and made nasty moves, but was immediately killed by the player, still with a crazy smile on his face before he died.
Still no response.
The Duke of Mountbatten showed disappointment, even if he wanted to die with more dignity?
Suddenly, the red sword energy that was flying from the surroundings all the time, and the weapon in the hands of the player who surrounded the knight stopped temporarily.
The knights were happy, did not dare to take the opportunity to attack, and quickly stopped attacking.
Without waiting long, the battle formation surrounding the remaining knights did not waver at all.
A player in the innermost circle stepped forward and took off his helmet, revealing a long black hair and a lovely face:
"Who is your highest commander? We have a military order."
All the knights looked at the Duke of Mountbatten, who was holding a lance in one arm, his face flushed.
The Duke of Mountbatten stepped forward with a lance soaked in blood, and said in embarrassment: "Even if I am dead, I refuse to talk to a woman or a weak person. This is a humiliation to my Iron Giant Lion family."