Lord of the Oasis Chapter 422: .The slaughtered archer

In front of the Dark Red Sect is Viscount Gibran.

Without his left arm, he still looks burly and strong, riding on a tall steed, wearing a black and red robe, and letting his gray long hair flutter in the wind, he is very aristocratic.

And he also had a bright smile on his face, and there was a slight red glow in the depths of his eyes.

Facing Kant.

He wasn't as full of hatred as an enemy.

Because in his heart, the Baron Kant in front of him, as well as the seemingly huge number of troops behind him, will become his sacrifices, and at the foot of the death penalty mountain, he will complete his blood sacrifice to that supreme being!

Just like now, he, Gibran, is guiding this group of ignorant people into the trap he has set.

Why does he have hatred?

Thanks too late!

Quietly waited for Kant's troops to form a formation, watching the light cavalry who had completed the outflanking on both flanks, Gibran slowly raised his right hand, signaling his soldiers who had been restless to calm down.

Riding forward, he pulled out a scepter studded with red gems from his wide sleeve.

"Baron Kant."

Gibran nodded gracefully: "Meet again."

There is still aristocratic etiquette.

Just beside Bestur squinted slightly, looked at this Gibran, and reminded Kant in a deep voice: "Sir, I don't think this guy is normal, you better be careful."

"If he's normal then it's not normal." Kant chuckled and shook his head.

Similarly rode forward.

Looking at Gibran in front of him, he also lowered his head and smiled: "Of course, we meet again, Viscount Gibran."

"The weather is nice." Gibran chuckled: "Look at what I have prepared for you, it's a surprising surprise, if you don't mind, come and have a look, I'd like to introduce you to the scenery of Death Penalty Mountain and my beliefs. the supreme existence.”

"The so-called demon lord?"

Kant chuckled as well.

He tilted his head and said calmly: "I'm very interested." But his voice became colder: "If possible, I want to kill all of you in front of me, and smear me with blood on the mountain of death. The road, and then you are killing the so-called supreme existence, the demon lord who should have been wiped out in history!"

"Uh." Gibran was a little stunned, the traditional hypocritical smirk of the nobles on his face had not yet dissipated, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes looking at Kant.

Viscount Gibran grew up in a noble family.

It's never been this direct.

Or rather, he had never seen such direct, blunt words as mercenaries and gangsters swear.

Even if he took refuge in the abyss demon, in his mind, the etiquette of the nobles was still deeply engraved in his heart. This has become a habit, and a reflex action cannot be erased at all.

I can't accept Kant's undisguised threat!

"You succeeded in causing my wrath."

Gibran chuckles.

"Yes."

Kant nodded and waved to the side: "Then make them even more angry!"

"Shoot!" Bestour, who was already ready, yelled instantly. He did not see the outside world. He directly said what he wanted to say for Kant. Bestour had his own way of trying to figure out the thoughts of his superiors. set.

Although he was in the name of rage, he was able to escape from the Kugit Khanate and made a name for himself in Calradia 6.

And the cunning from the bottom of my heart!

“Whoosh whoosh—”

The arrow is fired instantly.

5oo senior Rhodok crossbowmen and 5oo Ravenston rangers gathered their ready-to-kill intent on their steel crossbows and conical arrows, cascading forward like a waterfall The enemy queue less than 3oo meters away swayed.

As a level 4 unit, they are the elite among the long-range infantry, and they are already qualified to kill to 3oo meters.

Thanks to the fine weapon in hand.

And superb craftsmanship!

A stream of arrows flew past, and the targets of these elite bowmen were clearly their colleagues in the front row!

Those archers who were armed with short bows or hunting bows, each with a sullen expression, obviously did not want to fight for the Dark Red Sect, but were forcibly recruited here, offered their first feast!

"Puff-puff-"

The sound of arrows piercing into flesh kept ringing.

In an instant, archers wearing leather armor or no armor at all fell.

Films of archers were harvested, but they could only bow their heads dazedly to avoid them, or shyly scattered around, because the simple hunting bows in their hands could shoot 5o meters, which is not bad. !

The troops of the Principality of Lions don't pay attention to archers at all. This is the tradition of the nobles.

They believe that only the Order of Knights is the strongest.

As for the bowman.

That's just a little thing used by lowly mercenaries.

As long as they are approached by knights, these limp and junk weapons will not pose any threat at all. This is a habit developed over the years in combat. After all, those mercenaries also do not have the funds to buy powerful crossbows~IndoMTL.com ~ Battle bows and crossbows are fine weapons, far from being comparable to cold weapons such as spears and swords!

This leads to.

At present, under the long-range strike of Kant's troops, the archers of the Dark Red Sect are dying in pieces.

In just a short period of time, archers with 2oo+ were killed on the spot, and most of them were wounded and had lost the ability to continue fighting. Their morale had dropped to a low point, and they were on the verge of collapse!

"Kill!"

And Gibran showed no mercy.

Looking at the archers who were dodging, they turned their heads and gave orders to the dark red sect fanatics in black robes.

As long swords and hatchets appeared in the hands of those mad believers, they mercilessly chopped down at those archers who dared to flee, and slaughtered those archers abruptly!

The blood was getting richer, and piles of corpses gathered in front of the formation.

All those innocent archers.

Except a few rout and flee.

Most of them had their heads chopped off by the mad believers, and they were randomly thrown in front of the formation, forming a scene like a slaughterhouse.

The elite spearmen in the rear were a little shaken, and many people had already started retching, even commotion.

Subject to the intimidation of those fanatics.

No one dared to move.

The formation has been successfully formed, and anyone's disturbance will cause a conspicuous disturbance, which can be easily detected.

At that time, being killed by those mad believers who have no reason at all, in the name of the supervising team, is simply right. It is a waste of death, and there is no honor at all.

Just Kant frowned slightly, and reached out to signal the bowman to stop shooting.

"Something's not normal."()

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