Chapter 221

The continuous drizzle is getting heavier and heavier. It looks like beads shooting down. It is heavy and animal. It is woven into bunches of Taupe and dark cyan lines, pouring and scattering countless light broken water points, completely covering the road.

The exquisite noble carriage passed quietly through the rain and came into modrian's eyes. The noble heraldry on the side of the carriage also had a panoramic view, turned to Horace on the side of the body and whispered.

"Let's start, from the annoying betrayer as the beginning, open the prelude to the gorgeous stage!"

Horace nodded slightly. The pupil under the black armor was burning a flame called hatred, burning his body and soul.

Modrian turned to look at the silent trefari Legion soldiers behind him. The warm blood in his heart dispelled the cold smell of the rain curtain. The gray gun was put on his waist. The cutting edges on both sides tore up the raindrops, meandering to the blood groove of the gun handle, flowing with cold rain.

He is ready to take the Cecil family's motorcade and make a quick decision. He will not give other forces the opportunity to notice this area in case of accidents.

The horse's legs clamped the horse's belly, and the thundering sound of horse hoofs rushed out of the ambush specially prepared for them by the Dale family. The royal guards will be far away from this area at this moment.

The drizzle turned into a rainstorm. It suddenly burst and poured down. The gloomy sky seemed to be shouting to cheer for the upcoming slaughter.

to be sonorous!

The long sword was pulled out from his waist. Bessemer looked coldly around the nearby family cavalry. The purple armor was against the dim starlight, and a touch of engraved Dharma pattern was faintly visible.

This is the elite cavalry carefully trained by Cecil family, which has spent countless efforts and energy, and invited some teachers of Wangdu Knight academy and retired Knight officers to train for many years.

The number is not large, only less than 30, but their strength has reached the realm of extraordinary knights. Coupled with the cooperation of great quality, Bessemer has reason to believe that although this cavalry team can not compare with some ace cavalry, it is enough to cross and cross.

The rainstorm poured down, and the vigorous life energy was like a light in the night. Bessemer looked at the trembling street in the distance, and then turned his head to nod slightly to the carriage.

Soon he held high the magic weapon he had worn for many years, a long sword with a cold smell, frozen through the falling rain.

"Cecil family, fight in blood!"

The sound of horses' hoofs came everywhere, trampling on the falling rain, moving forward vertically and horizontally towards the night. The sharp weapon with cold light tore open the rain curtain, and the figure and war horses following behind smashed the silent street.

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The gray black clouds buried the sky, the bright stars kept darkening, and finally the light completely disappeared. Only the dull thunder flashed across the sky, and the wisps of lightning brilliance dotted the dark rainy night.

In this quiet street, the sudden sound of horses' hoofs and the thunder in the sky are mixed together, which makes people confused. Instead, the cold smell is getting colder and colder. It is cold rain, sharp weapon and rolled up breath.

Bessemer was silent, the surging life energy was active all over the body, and the substantive brilliance spread to the long sword, which matched with the Dharma patterns on the sword.

As the distance approached, he vaguely saw the figure of the enemy attacking at night, some familiar armor and galloping red war horses, which seemed to have been seen there.

Without waiting to think about it, a touch of extreme scarlet brilliance shone on the world, setting off the cavalry with dark armor. The chest armor was printed with three dents and strange signs.

"Knight long......" the frightened voice has not yet been exported, and the next moment is submerged by the blood wave.

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The dense rain curtain could not hide modrian's sight, staring at the galloping Cecil family cavalry. When the distance was enough, the gray gun in his hand waved the strong wind to disperse the falling rain.

"Knox, kill!"

The scarlet life energy suddenly burned like a raging fire. In an instant, together with the trefari Legion soldiers behind them, bursts of life energy surged and gathered, connected in groups, turned into a crimson blade, and straightly penetrated the rain curtain to meet the cavalry charging.

Poof!

Poof!

Poof!

The dull sound sounded like the sound of rain beating plantains one after another. Modrian held the gray gun tightly, and the simple and heavy heavy riding gun directly penetrated the commander in front of the enemy. There were countless blood on both sides of the gun blade, which would be released along the winding blood groove and dyed red and falling drizzle.

Great knight, very good strength, pity!

Modrian felt that the gray gun touched a trace of obstruction and disappeared immediately. The bloody gun blade penetrated the armor, revealed from his back and brought red flesh and blood.

With the horses galloping, modrian shook his wrists slightly, shook off the surviving enemy on the gray gun, and continued to lead the trofari Army soldiers to charge forward, with the flowers of killing blooming from time to time.

It was a massacre, just a charge. The extraordinary Knights carefully trained by Cecil family were almost defeated. The remaining Knights dragged the reins and stood blankly under the rain curtain, as if they couldn't believe everything in front of them.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The shadow twisted and twinkled in the night, with several flying heads. The sprayed blood mixed with dripping rain flowed in the streets, like a bloody stream, with a strong fishy smell.

The sound of the horse's hooves stopped. Modrian waved his gray gun and threw away all the blood stains. Looking back at the end of the battlefield, he continued to ride the war horse and came to the exquisite and gorgeous carriage. The driver of the horse had already died. The robbed figure sat at the curtain of the door and silently waited for his arrival.

Da Da!

Modrian dismounted, nodded slightly at the robber, and then opened the door curtain embroidered with noble heraldry. The dark purple bird splashed with blood seemed to be trembling without wind and rain.

Amazing!

This is modrian's first feeling. The soft magic lights are scattered, the carriage is covered with a bright red dress, long Lavender hair, white as jade collarbone, and the gorgeous face with a lazy meaning.

But the laziness at the moment is mixed with a deep hidden fear. When Sigrid shines with the extreme scarlet light, she already understands the other party's horror and wants to escape here. Unfortunately, the breath outside the carriage makes her afraid to move, and the fatal danger flickers in the depths of her soul.

"Count Sigrid? Nice to meet you!" modrian raised his visor and sat impolitely on Sigrid's side. He had to say that the charm of the beautiful young woman in front of him was the most attractive of all people he had seen, except storm anger Jana.

"I'd like to introduce myself. I'm modrian, from Valoran, north of the kingdom."

Sigrid calmed down her inner fluctuations. Her white fingers gathered up her long scattered Lavender hair, and a confusing mist filled her black pupil, like a delicate flower, which was extremely bright.

"Good night, Baron modrian. I still want to visit you after this noble Council, but I don't want to meet here."

Between life and death, everyone has his own way of survival. As for shamelessness and dignity, survival is not as important as survival.