Lord of the Oasis Chapter 390: .The monster in the blood mist

Rolf did not hesitate at all, and immediately retreated quickly with the desert robbers.

This is definitely not cowardice out of fear of the battlefield.

It's sanity!

The short javelin was thrown, and the momentum was heavy. Even the tenacious warhorse was hit, and the hard skull was completely penetrated, not to mention the rider, who couldn't stop the deliberately sharpened spear blade.

Furthermore, if you fall off a fast-moving horse, the inertia and reaction force you receive can be fatal!

As it is now.

Most of the riders were lying on the ground, twisted and twisted.

The limbs are obviously twisted and deformed, and even if there is a faint scream, it is also weak with a short life.

These knighted squires from Avilés have suffered heavy losses.

They have never been exposed to such an attack.

But in the pile of corpses of the war horses and riders, more than a dozen figures climbed up. Accompanied by the screams, they gradually weakened, and a thick red fog visible to the naked eye wrapped around them.

The weirdness is like blood entwined, extremely terrifying and infiltrating!

Supernatural power.

Of course Rolfe knew it wasn't something he could handle.

Even if there are more than 200 elite desert robbers next to him, it is estimated that they are not the extraordinary monsters that are covered with bright red mist, like blood around them!

Human monsters, monsters that can make them all ordinary people slaughtered!

But no one is afraid.

Because just behind, the sound of footsteps came, and the reinforcements in full-body plate armor had already stepped up.

Although there are only 20 people, the aura that erupted from the extraordinary power is no less than the dozen or so figures who are slowly walking over from the pile of corpses in front of them, just like monsters.

These 20 people are all from the strongest national knights in Pande, the elite Sarion Lion Knights!

And around the makeshift camp.

The elite desert robbers have raised short javelins and spears, and with the help of the complex environment and obstacles in the camp, they have scuffled with the knights and servants who have rushed in.

The charge of the knight attendants was hindered, and because there were so many obstacles in the camp, they only lingered on the periphery for a while.

Can't rush in at all.

If you want to charge fearlessly and break the deadlock first, it will be in vain.

While these knights and servants were struggling to fight, it was not only the desert robbers who were resisting, but also the Sarion lion servants with spears or half-swords, who were gradually fighting back.

During the melee, these Sarion lion servants, who were good at this, were like a duck to water.

Move through the desert robber elite.

The knight attendant fell from the horse without stopping.

For a time, the group of knights and servants who had been scattered on both sides and lost their command and command, were torn off their horses between the tents and obstacles, and were pierced by long swords or spears through their throats, chests and abdomens. , completely dead.

In the direction of Nali Village, the militiamen who had attacked originally were retreated by several rounds of javelin rain.

Ambushed during a night attack.

It ended badly.

But there is no mercy on the battlefield.

Looking at the panicked militiamen and the knights' squires whose horses were shot down, no one held back.

The short javelin was still thrown fiercely, with a rustling sound, followed by howling, crying, and dying because of the serious injury and finally weak and stopped struggling.

Kant just looked at the militiamen and knights indifferently.

Watch them die.

This is war!

Rounds of short javelins are thrown.

Then one by one armed militiamen with or without leather armor were crucified on the spot.

The formation was destroyed, and then the elite desert robbers rushed forward with red eyes, howling, and with the spears and machetes in their hands, they smashed a **** path!

Those armed militias are no match for this group of gangsters.

Even well-trained.

But to the elite desert robbers, they are still young rookies.

With the fixed-point throwing of the short javelin, the already scattered formation of the armed militia was instantly torn apart, and the bandits took the opportunity to rush in for close combat.

For a time, the militiamen who poured out of the village were killed and returned.

Or the rout that has been killed!

"Kill!"

But the elite desert robbers did not pursue the victory, but stabilized their formation on the spot.

The grain drying yard was originally flat land, but Kant and the others were stationed here. For safety reasons, the spacing between tents was not too small, but not too large. Many materials were used as low walls and obstacles. , established two layers of defense.

Naturally, it is the outer defense line composed of the outermost desert robbers.

And those Sarion lion knights and lion attendants formed the inner defense line to protect Kant!

They can't be too messy.

Because it's on the outskirts, the knights are still raiding.

After the charge was foiled, these knights did not continue to charge, but instead began to swept their wings with the help of armed militia, and began to use high mobility to deter desert robbers in the temporary camp, while avoiding the precise and deadly short javelin.

A skilled desert bandit who can throw accurately within 20 meters.

And the elite of the desert robbers.

Don't say 20 meters.

If you throw with precision, you can hit the target at a distance of 30 meters.

In addition, these knights and attendants did not have the cooperation of bowmen, so they dared not approach the grain drying field for a while, let alone seeing the armed militia being smashed and scattered, there is no idea of ​​charging.

Even Viscount Gibran was frustrated in the charge, and now they don't know if they are alive or dead, and they don't have a clear command.

I don't even know what to do!

The night is bright.

The bonfire in the temporary camp is even brighter.

But the cold wind of the night in the East County Leader made them fall into an ice cave.

The moaning decreased, but the shouting continued. The battle in the village was settled. Occasionally, there were knight servants with short eyes who rushed into the camp of the grain drying field with red eyes, and were then locked by several spears. , pierced directly with a man with a spur.

The more than 200 knight attendants who came here are now dead and wounded.

But there are not many enemy casualties.

Everyone was shocked.

Shoulder!

This and there is a barbarian caravan in disguise.

It's clear that I don't know which noble's elite troops are assembled here!

It's a big loss for them!

What makes these knights and servants dare not escape, and just ahead, the dozen or so stood up again in the pile of corpses, holding weapons in their hands, and their bodies were surrounded by a thick blood mist. .

Viscount Gibran.

There are Bertram knights.

There are also 3 well-known knight masters in the castle, who are great knights!

Now.

This group of people has gathered extraordinary power.

Even the Knights of Bertram are now surrounded by red blood mist.

It's not just him, the blood mist is also condensing on the dozen or so knight servants who were originally most admired.

A dozen people seemed to have just stepped out of the blood-filled world. The power of the extraordinary power swept through the entire battlefield, making the surrounding knights and servants dare not approach or leave.

They had heard about Viscount Gibran's secrets.

Blood Warrior.

Acquired ten years ago on the north bank of the Rhysniston River.

Hundreds of people erupted in such a blood mist, and the main invading force of the Silver Plate Kingdom of thousands perished.

In the end, only Viscount Gibran survived. It is said that his face became younger and stronger. He also became the leader of the East County, the strongest knight, and is one of the most extraordinary powers in the Principality of Lions controller!

Based on these dozen or so people alone, it is estimated that there are no unfamiliar troops of the Great Knight in this temporary camp, and it cannot be resisted.

And inside the camp.

Kant comes to the front.

Rolfe followed, with the machete on his shoulders: "That's them."

"Interesting." Kant smiled instead.

Looking at the figures surrounded by blood-colored mist, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If that guy from Bandak is here, maybe he can communicate."

"Hmm." Rolfe also raised his eyebrows: "You mean it, it's the same kind of people."

"No."

Kant is in the negative.

Smiled calmly and said, "Bandak is the apostle of the underworld, representing the will of the underworld." After a while, his smile showed a bit of sarcasm: "But these guys are seduced by demonic power, so Fallen knight."

Rolfe understands: "The vile fallen knight."

The dozen or so figures in front were heard.

No rage.

It was eerily quiet.

The surrounding corpses, whether they were knights or war horses, were skin and bones.

The blood essence from the whole body was drawn out and turned into a blood-colored mist that condensed around the dozen figures~IndoMTL.com~ At the same time, there seemed to be some kind of strange power descending in this void, and the space became more and more thorough. , passed to this.

If the mages are here, they may be able to perceive that this power comes from the ground.

Kant still knows the true source of this power.

Devil of the Abyss!

That's why, Kant says Bandak understands.

And just ahead, those figures shrouded in the blood-colored fog finally started to move, slowly stepping forward, stepping on the corpses of the war horse and rider, but made a crisp clicking sound.

The skinny corpse shattered with stress.

Just a moment.

These corpses are as fragile as they have been for thousands of years!

The essence of life has been absorbed, and the dozen or so figures are the masterminds behind it.

Leading.

Naturally it was the gray-haired Viscount Gibran.

Now he is not as old as before, but as strong and brave as a middle-aged man.

Holding his carefully forged knight sword in his hand, he looked at Kant, who was guarded by the lion attendants and the lion knights in front of him. The red light in his eyes flashed, but the corners of his mouth cracked into a grin.

"Ah, I didn't expect that, Baron Kant."

He grinned.

The whole person is like the most terrifying monster: "It turned out to be you, I said, you can see through my sneak attack so easily, and even counterattack, instantly revealing my current form, I really can't think of it, it turns out to be you ."

"Hmm." Kant nodded, but didn't answer.

Viscount Gibran didn't care either.

He still grins.

The red light in his eyes is even more: "Just, Baron Kant, since you have seen me now, then you must keep this news a secret. After all, I don't want everyone to know who I am today."

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