The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 110: The Lost Walker (Part 1)


Once he rushed into the heavy infantry encirclement again, he could see nothing, hear nothing, only dodge one blade after another, and step on one corpse after another. There were dull thumps and electric currents from far away, and the sky brightened and darkened. It must be the great magician Menakmacher who was trying his best to counter the power of the moon halo mandala.

Toba held Long Ji with one hand, waved his right arm, and smashed the heads of Lan Xun heavy infantry who were blocking the way. Even though the fists were as strong as granite, they were bloodied by repeated collisions with steel. .

"Yekong!" A southerner's red hair can be seen floating up and down in the blue ocean from a distance. Jonah yelled, his voice quickly weakened in the crowd, and was finally overwhelmed by the enemy's shouting and killing. . He kept swinging his sword, watching his sword burst out of a gap the size of a grain of rice, the unicorn's sweaty flanks, and the simple bandage wound once again oozing blood.

It was almost an invisible battle. Endless enemies appeared from all directions. "Dead Southerner!" Sibi opened a bow and shot an arrow in the direction of Yekong, and a long arrow was nailed to the armor of the heavy infantry. , Twisted and deformed like a snake, and then collapsed in the air.

"My lord, can you keep on going?" The Rose Knight breathed quickly, trying to keep his gun-holding right hand firm.

"My condition is very good!" With every punch of the Bazelal farmer, a bright red fist was printed on the enemy's broken armor. His left arm protected Long Ji like a shield, resisting the storm-like attacks of heavy infantry again and again. Sword marks were branded on the surface of the muscles, and blood gradually leaked out.

Elliott overturned an enemy with a shield, panting and saying, "Our chance is disappearing. If we don't leave within ten minutes, our physical strength will be exhausted quickly and we will no longer be able to rush out."

Toba hesitated for a second, "Little grasshopper, that... can you help me support Long Ji?"

Sibby caught up with the uncle and took the sleeping oriental woman from him, "Be careful, uncle, don't die before me."

"Received!"

The head of the room clenched his fists and took three steps forward. With each landing, the footsteps became heavier, the muscles tightened, the steam from the top of the head became thicker, and the third step fell on the ground. Jonah felt that the entire battlefield was trembling slightly. Strangely, the ground There were no deep footprints on it, as if the heavy steps had not been stepped on the ground.

Toba sprayed two thick white smoke from his nostrils, "Go to war!" A humble and excited smile appeared on his face.

The worship of muscles has once become a religion, because muscles are the easiest to develop and the most potential of the countless mysterious organs of the human body. A strong body is a man’s initial and final life creed. In countless legends about the peak of muscle strength, there was once such an unobtrusive record. The "Geographical Calculation of the Western Continent" mentioned in the chapter on the history of Bazelal: One hundred and forty years ago, in Bazel At the royal court contest held by the royal family of Lahr, a little-known rebel knight defeated ten opponents on mounts in a foot battle and was promoted to the bronze shield knight of the court in one fell swoop.

The mastery of guns, swords, and shields is extremely rusty. The Royal Minister of Etiquette commented this way in the report. ——But with extremely high muscle power talent, empty-handed is more dangerous than holding weapons. What’s amazing is that he can make the whole body muscles make a balanced transition between power and speed, from a powerful warrior to an agile warrior. This extreme situation is in the history of the court court. Never seen before.

If it were not for the unfortunate death in a war between Bazelal and the Principality of Nikitela, this knight is already the first candidate for the Storm Riders of the Western Continent, and is known as the closest storm in Bazelar’s ​​history. A man with the title of knight; at his solemn funeral, His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Bazelal personally carved a crescent symbol on the tombstone with a sword. The crescent-shaped stigma that was born on her cheek.

A few words from "Geographical Calculation of the Western Continent" flashed through Jonah's mind, and Toba was no longer in sight.

The huge room master leaned over and ejected. He was too fast to print any image on the retina. The air was distorted. Toba and his fist had appeared in front of a heavy infantry. The enemy opened up. With horrified eyes, it was too late to raise the shield.

"Boom!"

The strong wind blows with a crisp crashing sound. Jonah saw the fist moving forward in the air. The air was continuously compressed. Before the front of the fist touched the armor, the compressed air mass exploded violently. The soldier was blown out and fell onto his companion. The armor It was intact, but the person in the thick steel armor spewed viscous plasma from the seven orifices, and fragments of internal organs poured out of the mouth.

This is the power of high-speed concussion. The fist that is about to reach the extreme bangs on the armor of Lan Xun's heavy infantry like a drum, and the internal organs of the soldier are kneaded by the ripples in the carapace until death.

"Brilliant man!" Sibi exclaimed, "When did you learn this trick?"

"Just now!" Toba answered honestly, his figure flashing in the crowd again and again, amidst the explosion of fist wind, rows of Lan Xun soldiers fell down, and their bodies lost their lives before they landed.

The pressure is relieved, and the road ahead is widened. The little grasshopper carried Long Ji on his back and ran fast. The unicorn followed closely. The rose knight got a precious breathing opportunity, lifted his visor, and used his cloak. Wipe the bead of sweat all over his face.

"Elie, are you okay?" Jonah panted, and when he relaxed, he felt that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a lead block.

Suddenly, a shock wave spread over the entire battlefield against the ground, and then a deafening blast sounded across the grassland, the sky brightened, and the strange scenery brought by the moon halo mandala disappeared completely.

"The magic is neutralized. Jeff Tower has failed." Elliott coughed twice and replied weakly.

The blue tide in front gradually became thinner, and the pitchfork partners caught up with Yekong's footsteps. Kalan with the sword re-plated the famous sword and Buddha tooth with a burning black fire, which was also the last light secret technique he could use. He waved his knife from side to side, and walked open the blue sea tide. Countless soldiers groaning in pain fell beside him, and every tiny wound was ablated by Liu Dao Yan, causing severe pain.

Xibi ran a few steps angrily, intending to rush up and slap Yekong, the Rose Knight immediately urged his mount to catch up, leaning over to block between the little grasshopper and the southerner, "Miss Xibi, you are now Can't approach him, Lord Yekon has been in a state of brain attack. Everyone who tries to approach is an enemy to him. Now he is very dangerous."

Xibi jumped angrily: "I don't care!" She looked around, adjusted the position of Long Ji on her back, picked up a gravel with one hand, and threw it towards the back of Yekong's head. "I won't be reconciled without beating him!"

The zigzag knife cut the space and cut the gravel neatly into two halves. When the two stones fell to the ground, the black fire on the cut surface immediately ignited the surrounding grass. Yekong didn't even look back.

The little grasshopper shivered.

"What should I do now?" Jonah couldn't help asking. Whenever you encounter a problem, consult the Rose Knight, which seems to have become a natural habit of pitchforks.

Elliott groaned: "If we can release magic, a healing system'Calm Blessing' that can calm emotions will help. Now, there is no other way, only blood can attract his attention. A lot of blood."

"A lot of blood? Who else can do this now?" Jonah looked at his companions, Sibi, whose right hand was almost crippled, the scarred Rose Knight, and the sleeping Long Ji, no one else. Lord Shushu, of course, there is also himself who is weak enough to be blown down by a gust of wind.

The unicorn raised his head and looked at the front right.

"A miracle is a wonderful thing. It always happens in times of despair, Lord Astrologer." Elliott smiled slightly.

A sharp male voice suddenly sounded from the northwest: "Fire! Fire! Fire!"

The flames burning everywhere on the battlefield heard the call, twisted and stretched like a living vine, snaked up along the calf of the Lanxun infantry, gently entangled the body of the heavy infantry. The flammable cloak immediately turned into a ball of fire. The soldiers wailed loudly, but were unable to move. The knuckles of the armor and the leather lining had been scorched by the flames, sticking to the skin, connecting the soldiers' bodies with thick steel armor. Into one. The elite infantry of the First Central Army solidified into statues with different poses, and their screams spread throughout the wilderness.

"Where's the scout battalion cavalry? Find the sneak attacker!" Not far away, a Lan Xun officer wearing a black heavy armor and a steel helmet with white feathers yelled with his sword, but the battlefield was chaotic. No one heard his command, Lord Baruch’s poor commanding ability began to add weight to the pitchfork team’s balance.

"Please give your name, Mr. Officer." The shrill voice didn't know where to speak.

"The frontline commander of the Blue Order Infantry Regiment of the First Central Army, third-class Baron Dudi Buffton is here!" The officer angrily turned to the direction of the attackers, "Who dared to challenge the army of the Zawi Empire... …"

The third-class baron failed to complete his questioning, "Dudi Buffton! Dudi Buffton! Dudi Buffton!" Zha, who apparently has no knowledge of the mysterious profession of Word Spiritist With three calls, the Uighur officer stiffened, his pupils dilated, and fell into an unconscious state.

"Sword! Sword! Sword!" The sorcerer gave orders to the enchanted sword in his hand in a majestic tone.

Driven by some unknown force, the sword with sharp cold light floated up, carrying Dudi Buffton's right hand, and piercing the officer's own throat fiercely. The arteries and trachea were severed together, and bright red blood sprayed five yards away. The third-class baron regained his brief sobriety, staring at his right hand and sword in disbelief, his broken throat gurgled.

The surrounding Lanxun soldiers immediately gathered around and formed an airtight defense around the officer, but the officer spit out the last **** breath with difficulty, knelt to the ground, and lost his life.


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