Lord of the Oasis Chapter 389: .The eerie red mist

Short Javelin.

This kind of sharp and heavy throwing weapon is extremely powerful within 20 meters. With the long-term use and tempering of these gangsters, they are basically accurate, no less than the skill of archers.

Even if the group of enemies is rushing fast, the short javelin can be used as a short spear.

Convenient for actual weapons.

Now, however, a group of people are wielding javelins.

I am afraid that in the first round of the javelin rain, dozens of people can be directly reimbursed, especially as the distance gets closer and closer, the power of the short javelin can also increase, to the extent that it can kill with one hit!

It's not a joke in the real world to be pierced by such a sharp short javelin thicker than a thumb.

Bow and arrows with relatively low power can be lethal.

Not to mention the powerful short javelin!

The scene is quiet.

Only the bonfire is crackling, with the occasional spark.

The temporary camp was silent, as if many mercenaries had fallen asleep. Even those who were standing guard outside were already sleepy, leaning against each other, staggering and staggering.

Viscount Gibran and the others who touched them all showed contempt.

The place where they are at this time is the edge of the farmland.

There are low shrubs and a few trees for shelter, and it is impossible to notice it at night.

On the observation grain drying field, the group of people who are camping is also just right, not to mention that the distance is less than 300 meters. If they want to take the opportunity to attack, they can ride their horses at any time and gallop past.

This attack is all light equipment, equipment and the like are not the best protection.

Enough to deal with barbarians or common mercenaries.

"Adult."

Bertram clenched his knight's sword.

Looking at the tent in front of him, he said solemnly: "I can't see the specific situation. Maybe the group of savages are already asleep. After all, this is Fort Aviles, and they naively thought it was safe."

Viscount Gibran hesitated, and said with a slight pause, "It seems so."

But he didn't order the attack.

Instead, look ahead carefully.

The other three great knights, seeing that their teacher was so cautious, also looked at each other and chose to dormant for the time being, but in their hearts, they always felt that something was wrong.

Or rather... dread!

That's right.

It's dread.

They were outside the village, sweeping across the makeshift camp where the bonfires were in full swing, but they didn't feel right.

Although I saw those lazily dressed in iron-inlaid leather armor, just like real mercenaries, resting here for the night, I still couldn't let it go.

Too relaxed, and the group's vigilance was too lax.

As lord of this place.

Viscount Gibran doesn't think the law and order in Avilés will be so good that they don't need much vigilance!

Especially when he looked into the depths of the temporary camp, a wave of fear poured out from the depths of his soul, with a timid mentality, and his soul trembled as he breathed.

"This feeling..."

Viscount Gibran was short of breath.

But his whole person's spirit became more and more excited: "It's really strange, this feeling in the past is the fear that I felt in despair when I fought with the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom ten years ago!"

He is as excited as a mighty lion who refuses to accept his old age!

"Go in!"

Viscount Gibran's eyes were bloodshot.

A tyrannical mood instantly appeared in his eyes, and at the same time a red glow appeared in his eyes, and even with his breathing, the momentum of the whole person became tyrannical, fanatical, and even weird stand up!

"Kill!"

The three students next to him responded instantly.

A coquettish red glow suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three of them, echoing the eyes of Viscount Gibran in front of them, and even the aura seemed to condense and become one.

Including Burren Lem and those knight attendants in the rear, they drew their long swords and turned on their horses.

The raid is on!

The sound was slightly noisy, and it instantly turned into a crashing sound like a flood.

"Boom boom boom boom-"

The sound of horse hooves.

Extremely clear in this silent night.

Even the village of Nali, not far away, was shaken, and the cries of old people or children were heard, especially many figures swayed. As the five mounted militiamen passed over to deliver messages, more militiamen poured out.

Holding long spears, they formed a barely neat line and pressed towards the grain drying field together.

"Kill!"

Viscount Gibran charged forward.

A blood-red mist, mixed with a hint of rich black, permeates the body of their charge, but it can't be seen clearly in the night, but as long as the knight attendants come into contact with this faint mist, the eyes All glowed red.

And madness, bloodthirsty, tyranny, the negative emotions that want to slaughter everything!

"Kill!"

The knight squires shouted and shouted.

But in their minds, there is still the sanity of past training, keeping them in a tight queue.

It's just that when they had not charged into the temporary camp of the grain drying field, and were still more than fifty meters away, the sentry who was still on guard and looked lazy suddenly disappeared.

Those knight attendants had doubts in their minds, but they couldn't stop now.

It's just ahead.

In the temporary camp, a group of figures appeared in the tent ~IndoMTL.com~ are the elite desert robbers!

Already ready.

He directly threw the short javelin in his hand towards the path of the charge of these knights and servants, and threw it fiercely.

With the strong wind sound of "whoosh", just like slow motion, those knights and servants charged themselves, just to meet the short rain of javelins, followed by a burst of neighing!

"Puff-puff-"

The short javelin easily pierces chain mail or links.

The sharp spear head, combined with the throwing, and the reaction force of the cavalry charge, almost made any armor and bones unable to withstand the power of that moment, and even the entire human body was instantly penetrated by the short javelin.

The knights' squires, who formed the traditional close charge of the Lion Principality, fell forty or fifty people on the spot!

The front row was almost directly destroyed.

The knight attendants in the back row also failed to charge because of the corpses of their comrades in front and the chaotic horses.

Continued to charge for a few steps, but could only turn the horse's head in front of the temporary camp and rushed to the side, but with the speed of the descent, those desert robbers with short javelins, but more and more.

And the whistling when throwing the short javelin is also as rough as the devil's grin.

The knights have been dealt a fatal blow!

"Diffuse!"

Rolfe's eyes were unusually dignified.

Looking at the path of the original charge, a dozen figures staggered and stood up among the dead, his eyes shrank suddenly, and shouted to the surrounding desert robbers: "Back! Back! Withdraw!"

The state of the dozen or so people is extremely strange, but he knows that they are not the guys he can fight against.

To be handed over to Lord Kant, those so-called lion knights will do!

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