Vol 3 Chapter 312

Name:The Amber Sword Author:Fei Yan
321th Oath and Sword i

Ripples created by a drop of water can instantly spread across the pond like a spider web. --.

It's the same on land.

Luo Du watched with satisfaction the personal soldiers under his arm spreading along the Silversmith River. Although the movement was slow, the formation was chaotic, and the vulgar nobleman private soldiers were throbbing and pushing in the heavy rain. It was a quarter of an hour faster than he expected. The veterans who have been in battle are not the same. The baron on horseback thought that, regardless of their past opponents, they were just defenseless farmers and so-called 'thugs'.

In the heavy rain, several sergeants opened the door of a house under the leadership of the knight, drove out the owner of the house, and occupied the house as a stronghold. The windows of the room were broken one by one, and the soldiers were looking for valuable trophies in the boxes. This behavior soon caused emulation, and the horrified cry of the woman and the child resounded with the sound of rain.

Baron Rodu stood by indifferently. In his opinion, the army was a beast, and the beast still had to show its teeth. This is the morale of the army. What kind of war is there without morale? Luo Du thinks he is old in the army, watching his personal soldiers use fists to teach those dejected men, not only does not stop but is satisfied.

What guts do these mobs dare to resist? You have to teach them a lesson before they obey.

The sound of crying came from the rain.

The knight embraced the baron and exclaimed: "I see that Her Royal Highness Princess is just a little girl and she blindly trusts the people around her. I don't think Wang Dang is at ease, and she will give her two hundred students. He was bleeding. "

"Exactly, sir, let her see what a real war is this time." The knights echoed in unison, laughing in the storm.

With morale available, Baron Roddu nodded with satisfaction. He held up a bag and shouted, "Everyone must work harder, whoever catches the princess can take this bag of gold from me!"

The sound spread far away along the river bank.

Beth looked disdainfully at the enemy across the river through the brass telescope's speculum, and Baron Rhodo's nasty voice made him frown. From a young age, she was born like a man, but when she grew up, Beth really picked up the man's romance-and became a soldier in the kingdom.

Not only that, but she also became the most outstanding scout officer in this year's Knight Rider Academy. She lowered her binoculars and stood upright like a javelin. A thundering horseshoe sounded like it was about to get her in, one horse after another and the horse and the knight leaping past her.

Beth was in the midst of a torrent, and her companions were shouting the names of the knights:

"Canmel!"

"Hyman!"

"Kiel, remember to take my share!"

"Aiden, for Alluin!"

"Go ahead for Eruin!" Every young knight passing by shouted, screaming, there was no trace of fear on the tight young face under the spire helmet, and there was only a longing for it.

With excitement.

Bess silently looked at the front of the team, it was already a torrent. At the farthest end of the rain curtain, the swallowtail flags that had been raised high had fallen one by one, like dominoes.

She could almost hear the icy cry: "Placing the spear--"

"Lay down the spear--"

"It's so unlucky." She sighed.

Looking back, he saw the face of his companion grinning, "How's it, sorry, Beth?"

"I regret it?" Bess replied scornfully. "It's just some cockroaches. If only the White Lions were in front, we would be stronger than them!"

"The princess is at stake, Beth, your idea is too dangerous!"

"Of course I know!"

In heavy rain.

Baron Luo Du was holding up his money bag high, waiting for his men to applaud, but unfortunately, he could not wait for a long time to respond. There was some weirdness in the heavy rain for a while.

What's wrong, he turned around stupidly.

Everyone was listening.

On the long street, the sound of crisp horseshoes rang out from the rain. One, two, as if the hour hand was accelerating, kicking, kicking, clear and powerful.

Then, a torrential shower—

When the horseshoe on the metal horseshoe was lifted and dropped hundreds of times, it gathered neatly and gradually into a powerful force-a burst of drums penetrated the tympanum of everyone, and it was thunderous.

The Silversmith River is in Ampelsel, but it is just a small ditch. A heavy rain even caused it to overflow almost across the low and gentle embankment. At this moment, everyone is watching the water at this moment. .

The water was shaking, as if it was milk in a glass on the table.

The entire surface of the Silversmith River shuddered slightly.

Until a spear pierces the rain--

The sparkling gun tip was shaped like a silver shuttle, and all raindrops flew from its sides. One person rides, the silver hair is flying, the white cloak is like a banner, the banner is painted with pure lilies, and if it still shines on the battlefield 1,000 years ago.

"Elf?"

The idea of ​​the aristocratic private soldier holding a family on the other side of the river bank had just flashed into his mind. He was even completely frightened, and could only open his mouth wide, staring stunned at the growing gunpoint in his vision.

In an instant.

It seemed as if time had stopped and flow resumed suddenly, with a flutter, the spear pierced the brain directly from the soldier's open mouth. The tip of the gun pierced the throat, and the huge impact completely shattered his skull, distorting his features, the terror in his eyes was twisted at the same time, and the skin "cracked" after showing the greatest tension. Reveal the bright red muscles and plasma below.

The blood spurted out, but the spear continued to move forward, opened half the skull cap, and continued with this bright red flag.

The soldier who had lost half of his head twitched and fell to the ground softly. Blood flowers fluttered in the wind and rain, sprayed on the 'captives' on the side a few times, where the family of three was completely scared.

Meditha passed by them coldly.

Like a silver light.

Some blood flowers fell on the face of the little silver elf princess, a little bit cold, but she didn't even blink. According to the age of human beings, she is only fifteen years old, but the war she went through is thousands of years old.

It was the most tragic war since the age of the Holy One. Countless people were killed. Survival and death became passers-by. Only fighting became instinct.

This is the combat skill of the silver elves.

"An enemy attack!"

"It's a cavalry!" The scream screamed across the river bank like a sharp alarm, and everyone seemed to wake up from a dream. It seemed that the enemy was not as weak as imagined.

Baron Luodu was pale and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He looked back. The knights looked at each other. When did they ever see such a rider?

Matissa raised her spear high.

The flag flew in the wind and rain.

There was a loud noise, as if a gulf was broken behind her-the rain curtain was broken in front of everyone in the same glass wall, the rain turned into glass fragments, and then suddenly moved forward. After that, a huge The knight army seemed to come out of the box.

Black military uniform, black armor, black war horse, a black torrent.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

The knights were shouting. The real soldiers never shed blood. Although Meditis was only a little girl, she became a goddess in everyone's heart at this moment after she temporarily became like a knight.

God of War.

"Stop them!" Finally, the noble knight reacted on the other side of the river, screaming almost with a hissing sound: "Hold a spear, hold a spear, or you will be dead!"

The aristocratic personal soldiers across the river seemed to have survived, and then they speared up their spears. Perhaps the instinct of survival inspired their final potential, or the shallow Silversmith River gave them comfort, but However, at the last minute, these incomparable third-class soldiers actually stabilized.

A spear forest appeared across the river.

Seeing nothing, Meditis just raised her pike--

"Spirit Wings!"

A clear cry rang through the battlefield.

One by one, the round magic squares unfolded on both sides of the girl, the magic squares were spinning, and the lines of the spirituality expanded along the magic squares, quickly joining together. 'Hu' a pair of hundreds of feet-long wings opened, and the wings flapped slightly. The Silversmith River in front of Metisha seemed to be injected with some magic. The white waves in the river rolled up immediately, and the waves formed. The twelve hydras had their heads raised high, and they were crushed by Barthod's private army across the river like a landslide and tsunami.

"what!"

Baron Rodo was so startled that he didn't even know for a while whether to order to stay or retreat. He also has some inferior wizards, but their role is meaningless at this level. The aristocratic personal soldiers could only watch the waves crash.

'boom'

The huge waves broke the formation of the aristocratic personal soldiers on the river bank. In fact, before the huge waves formed, they began to shake, but how can some waves run fast? Most aristocratic personal soldiers have just turned around and are swept into the water like sweeping garbage.

Then Torrent led these screaming and crying aristocratic personal soldiers into front of the houses on the other side of the Silversmith River. In the sound of several huge 'creaks', the house collapsed and followed the current to the streets behind .

Baron Roddu's line of defense collapsed in an instant. Behind the huge waves, the young knights walked on the waves-they faced a backing line of defense. The spearmen had already leaned forward and were unable to fight back.

One side retreated, the other side accelerated, and the two fronts crashed together.

It was a scene of combing hair. The princess young knights penetrated the position of the noble personal soldiers almost without hindrance, leaving a sieve-like defense line. However, the wave of offensives followed, and the psychological defense of the noble personal soldiers was completely instantaneous. collapse.

Just turn around and run.

But the merciless cavalry was still moving forward.

Young non-commissioned students are driving their enemies to prevent them from regrouping. Although this is almost meaningless to opponents like aristocratic personal soldiers, young people still strictly follow textbook standards in accordance with cavalry codes.

The entire battlefield looked around, and in front of him and beyond, Luo Du's aristocratic personal soldiers scattered and fled as if they were ants under a bank.

It was cloudy.

Brando pursed his lips and looked at the scene in front of him. Suddenly he tightened the stables and turned around one by one. After standing, he held up the sword of the earth and pointed to one side:

"Bresson, blow the trumpet and let the army separate from the wings!"

"Brando, what do you want to do!" Bryson almost jumped up, wasn't it the time to drive the enemy?

But he was speechless immediately, and he looked dull as the azure spiders appeared again-but this time not on the ground, but in the sky behind Brando.

Thousands of aeolian spiders appeared above the battlefield, one by one, as if it were a dense, azure web.

There was almost a moment of silence above the battlefield.

Brando turned his head.

"Brando, you ..." Bresson swallowed.

Freya was stunned, not the first time she saw the spiders, but the first time she saw Brando commanding so many spiders.

"The whole army obeys," Brando's voice echoed across the battlefield suddenly: "Knights of the King's Knight Academy, keep on the assault from both wings and move on—"

"forward--"

"Go forward!" After a moment of silence, there was cheering and roaring like the mountains and tsunami.

After being dragged out of the water, Baron Roddu stared at his knight almost dullly, and the knight was screaming at him exhaustively-but strangely, he could not even hear a word.

But finally, the voice seemed to return to his consciousness, and he gradually heard what the man was yelling at himself: "... Master, they are separating!"

"What part!"

"The knights are separating!"

Luo Du froze, but lost his last blood on his face. "Those guys are driving us together, they are going to drive us forward!"

"They plan to use us as cannon fodder, sir!"

"Sir, the Hong Kong Guards behind them were discovered by them!" A scream screamed in Baron Luodu's ears for a moment as if it were far away from the sky. He staggered to his feet, it took a long while to stutter He replied: "It must not be so."

"Ian, you help me get started. We have to find a way to regroup, or we will be dead—"

But he couldn't say any more.

Suddenly he saw a spear popping from between his confidant knight's chest, and he raised his head, gazing blankly at the long horsetail of the red-haired horsewoman above the warhorse, which fluttered in the wind.

This is the last scene that Baron Rhodo saw.

Then everything fell into the cold darkness.

Akane wiped the blood on her cheeks, and she turned her head back. The cold amber eyes were only a little warm when she saw the figure.

On the battlefield, at the same moment, many places are performing almost the same drama. Obviously, the knights of Luo Du had understood their final destiny, but there were still people trying to resist, but these knights were just about to gather the people around them, and a bright golden light would fall from the sky.

Instantly penetrated his body.

On the battlefield, the golden lights are staggered--

...

"Luodu is finished."

"They have been spotted by Irving and Sir Maloise's army, and our Highness Princess is not easy."

The old man with white hair, but still stunned, turned and smiled. He was wearing the most traditional military uniform of Eruin, and had various medals on his chest. The most dazzling one was Candlelight Medal of the Fire Temple-Reid? Duluo She is the deputy head of the White Lion Legion and the oldest knight in the White Lion legion.

In the eyes of the Cruzs, he is the most respectable enemy of Eruin and the true pillar of the White Lion Legion. The Lion of Eruin-when he became famous, the cunning fox and the lone wolf were children.

He had loyal to the royal family of Corkova and was neither a royal party nor a northern noble, and was a mainstay of the royal family's power. But in this civil war, in order to repay the elder Wang's knowledge of him, he stood resolutely on the northern noble side.

Even so, no one dared to disrespect him, even among the players of that year. The old man became famous in jihad and has been the spiritual backbone of the Eruin army since then. He is no less loyal to this kingdom than anyone.

But at this moment, the old man shook his head and looked at the other two with a smile: "It's a shame to want to bully a little girl who wants to come to us."

The Marquis Balta smiled awkwardly, of course he knew the other party meant something like this: "Relax, Knight, we will guarantee the safety of the princess and the little prince."

Although he was the head of the legion, he could not stand up to it in the slightest.

The old man glanced at him.

"But what I care more about is how did they discover the Port Guard?" Marquis Balta quickly shifted the subject.

"Unclear, but their scouts might not be able to get through. Although Luo Du had one bale, his hundreds of people blocked a Silversmith river, so that he would not even be able to stare at a large living person." The old knight felt Touching chin: "The other party should be judged, and it is not impossible to pass clues ..."

"His Royal Highness has grown amazingly under the instruction of that little wolf."

Probably the only knight in Elluein was the old knight who dared to call Overwell a 'little wolf'. Balta couldn't help smiling: "The eldest son of Wang is not inferior to the teaching of Mr.

This time the old knight nodded politely.

While the two were talking, the ‘guest’ who had n’t spoken to them suddenly stood up. "Well, what is that?"

"This is ... armed in heaven!"

In the storm, the golden light is intertwined in the direction of the Silversmith River ...

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