This is a war.
Of course Sir Maryland knew that this was a war. He knew that this was a war from the beginning, but at this time he could not understand what Gawain meant by saying this - what was so special about war? Of?
The nobles made declarations, submitted letters, official documents and letters of war according to etiquette, summoned knights and levies, agreed on a time and place, set up formations, charged, fought, captured prisoners, and exchanged benefits - in When necessary, decide everything with glorious duels and oaths. Aren't these wars?
The pioneer sword, which was as legendary as the founding prince, once again slashed at his knight sword. The hot flames burning on the blade made it almost impossible to breathe. The black blade is reminiscent of the dark and corrupt Gondor wasteland, and the flames on the blade are like the lights that illuminated the wasteland seven hundred years ago - but at this moment, Sir Maryland has no No extra effort to think and sigh about these.
It is said that the founding hero's strength has declined after his resurrection and he is in a temporary period of weakness.
It is said that this long sword has completely lost its magic power after seven hundred years of slumber, and is now just an ordinary sharp blade made of legendary materials and extremely strong.
It is said that Duke Gawain Cecil, who has been resurrected from the dead, almost never leaves his territory. The reason is that the hidden injury he suffered seven hundred years ago has not yet healed and he is still unable to set foot on the battlefield.
Bullshit.
The power contained in that black long sword is astonishingly powerful, and every slash or thrust it makes is just right. Gawain Cecil's moves can hardly be called gorgeous, or even just gorgeous. As simple and plain as the most ordinary soldiers in battle, except for some basic knight skills, the founding prince hardly used any so-called "legendary forbidden skills". However, such a simple and simple fighting method made Maryland Jazz broke out in cold sweats.
Unlike the noble knights who were trained through strict training and rigid dogma, all of Gawain Cecil’s combat experience came from the battlefield and from fighting against aberrations. Aberrations have no knightly etiquette, no subtle changes in moves, and nothing that can be called routines. Fighting with those inhuman things can often be simplified to the most basic sentence: hit the opponent before the enemy hits you. And the attack power is guaranteed to be so powerful that the opponent cannot launch a second attack.
This kind of pure "battle" makes Jazz very uncomfortable.
He has experienced battles with all kinds of powerful enemies. This is not the first time he has challenged an enemy stronger than himself in a noble war. When he was young, he even brought only eight soldiers with him. The family knights wiped out the largest group of exiled knights on the Holy Spirit Plains - all of them were mercenaries and forsaken knights who were cruel and ruthless and betrayed their oaths.
But obviously, none of this can be compared with the demonic tide seven hundred years ago.
If a general from the eastern border were here, he might be able to do a better job than him...
Gawain discoveredHe has almost completely integrated and absorbed the experience from Gawain Cecil. Although his control over this body has not yet reached its peak, it is not far behind.
It took more than a year for him to finally return to the level of legend. He may only be at the elementary level, but defeating the high-level knights in front of him is not a problem.
Just when facing this high-level knight named Maryland, he couldn't help but think of another enemy he faced last year:
The man from the Society of the Final Death of All Things A fallen druid, a man named Bard Wendell, the former Typhon Wolf General.
Although Bard Wendell was eventually defeated by Gawain due to the absolute difference in strength, his swordsmanship, which came entirely from the battlefield and could only be tempered through repeated battles, still left a lasting impression on the latter. I was deeply impressed. Although the high-level knight in front of me surpassed the original Bud Wendel in terms of pure strength because he retained complete extraordinary abilities, it was a pity that his combat experience and consciousness were obviously not at the same level.
It’s no wonder. After all, one is the strongest “Wolf General” that the Typhon Empire has seen in a hundred years, and the other is just the commander of Anzu guarding the domestic fortress. This high-level knight named Maryland has done Very good.
A layer of fog gradually filled the river. The battle between the two extraordinary strong men heated up the nearby water and turned it into a thick fog. Due to Gawain's deliberate control, all the impact of the battle was lost. Confined to a safe distance from the two warships, even the thick fog did not spread.
In a brief moment, Sir Maryland and his opponent, the Founding Duke, passed each other. A huge force pressed on his sword-holding hand, causing his knight's sword to almost fall out of his hand. , when he regained control of his balance, he found that Gawain had disappeared in front of him.
The next moment, he noticed that the surrounding fog suddenly stagnated. The fog that should have been invisible had been controlled by the power of the legendary Duke at some point, and was "cast" like steel into a huge In the cage, the armor on his body cracked inch by inch under the weight of the steel mist, and the knight's sword in his hand gradually twisted under the weight.
He struggled hard for a while, and then stopped. The black pioneer sword was already pressed on his shoulder. There was no blazing flame on the blade, but there was a command. The suffocating pressure.
The thick fog dissipated, and the oppressive force that seemed to be cast in steel also dissipated. Sir Maryland raised his head and saw the two arcane torrents of destruction that were slowly sweeping across the sky. ——At the end of the arcane torrent, the shield of the Rock Fortress is turning into light particles scattered all over the sky with bursts of roars and screams, while the arcane torrent penetrates the failed shield, in the black , a shocking huge crack was cut out of the city wall that had stood for a century.
On Highland No. 2, Knight Philip witnessed the collapse of the Rock Fortress' magic barrier with his own eyes. He gave the order to fire without hesitation: "The target shield has disappeared, and all artillery has started firing!"
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The single-shot powerful "Justice-I" accelerator cannon and the fiercely powerful "Persuader-I" accelerator cannon simultaneously emitted deafening explosions, and hundreds of light cyan bullet marks once again pierced the sky. After crossing the wide battlefield plain, they bombarded heavily on the wall of the black fortress.
This time, all the "Sky Fire" of the Cecil people were finally activated.
The rock city wall, which was built with huge boulders and cast metal gaps, directly faced the power of sky fire for the first time. The wall bricks that were originally considered indestructible fell apart in an instant, exploding into a sky full of broken stones and scorching heat. The few soldiers still clinging to the city wall began to evacuate after the shield collapsed, but some soldiers who were still unable to evacuate were knocked off the city wall, or were directly hit by artillery fire or stone fragments and died on the spot. , the expected defensive counterattack power was gone the moment the shield collapsed.
The knights, officers and southern nobles staying in the city were in chaos. Even though there were still officers trying to maintain order, they could not turn the tide when the fortress was destroyed. What was even more frightening was that the two A terrifying energy beam appeared again after being silent for less than ten minutes.
They kept sweeping across the sky, and the low buzzing sound turned into something that frightened the southern nobles more than the screams when the skyfire fell. Those beams no longer cut the city wall for a long time, but It is constantly destroying the mage tower, arrow tower, sentry tower and the upper area of the castle in the city and on the city wall.
All high-rise facilities that can serve as guard bases are being cleared one by one.
Viscount Mari Olan and Viscount Consisco ran on the outer stairs of the castle, desperately trying to escape from this hell on earth.
The sound of explosions and human shouts came from all directions, and the sky continued to hear the scream of falling fire and the buzz of light beams sweeping across the sky. At this moment, they once again thought of the horror on the gravel ridge. Memories, and the more terrifying and desperate escape into the wilderness after that, they no longer cared about any noble dignity and the most basic etiquette - all the entourage was left behind, all dignity could be given up, they replaced He took off the clothes of the servants and grooms in the castle, took away all the gold, silver and gems in sight before escaping from the room, and then ran non-stop on this staircase that seemed to never end.
Another heart-wrenching buzzing sound came from high in the sky. The short and fat Viscount Maliolan looked back in fear. He saw a dazzling white beam of light slowly sweeping across. Passing the towers in the upper area of the castle, wherever the beam of light reached, the stone towers were annihilated in a series of explosions, and the remaining parts turned into "rain of stones" falling from the sky. A little further away, It was the original roof of the castle——it was also swept by the beam and disappeared.
Although I don’t know why the Cecil people never bombarded the castle area with sky fire, but only used beams to sweep the upper floors of the castle, Viscount Mari Olan and Viscount Consisco did not dare to do so at this time.While thinking about this, they were frightened by the terrifying power of the beam, and their only thought was to turn around quickly and continue fleeing towards the north.
They ran over the stairs, ran through a path, ran through the already chaotic inner city, and gradually approached the north gate of the Rock Fortress - here, the Cecil people's offensive became slightly weaker. , because the linear beam could not sweep the lower northern city after crossing the high city wall, and the Cecil people's sky fire never bombed here, but the two viscounts still did not dare to stop at all.
They continued to run forward, breathing heavily as they ran. The gold, silver and gems in their arms seemed particularly heavy at the moment. These things that should have brought them hope now seemed to be missing every time. Even running a step consumes their physical strength exponentially, but the northern wall of the fortress is already in sight.
A pungent breath rushed into Viscount Consisco's nostrils. He couldn't help but glance around quickly while running. In his sight, thick smoke and flames were coming from nearby. Several military installations rose up.
This is a fire that comes from nowhere... Someone sets fire in the city... The fortress, which is already in chaos and on the verge of collapse, will plummet into the abyss after these fires burn.
But this has nothing to do with him anymore.
"I...I can't run anymore..." Viscount Mario Lan, who was already in poor physical condition, said intermittently beside him, his breath becoming more and more confused, "You...you Wait a minute for me..."
Viscount Consisco looked back at Viscount Mari Olan, but he barely paused or even spoke.
If you say another word now, you will be wasting the energy you need to save your life.
The fire in the city is burning more and more fiercely. Black smoke columns are rising from more places, as if hundreds of people are setting fires everywhere in the inner city. Smoke and dust are coming from all directions, irritating Viscount Consisco. His trachea was already sensitive, but he still persisted in the thick smoke, because the city wall was only a few hundred meters away from him.
Only two hundred meters left.
Only one hundred meters left.
Life was close at hand, and the way out of hell was right there. At this moment, even Viscount Mari Olan next to him cheered up again and sped up to keep up with Viscount Consisco.
In the smoke and dust, Viscount Consisco could vaguely see some figures standing in front, standing on the only way to the north gate.
After running closer, he finally saw the face of the figure clearly. It was Ms. Luo Penni Grant.
The female countess stood there with a slight smile on her face, looking elegantly at the two viscounts dressed as grooms and servants.
A blond male elf who had never been seen before stood beside her. Not far behind the two of them, there were dozens of fully armed warriors.
"By the gods!" Viscount Consecutive was shocked. Due to the influence of the smoke and his own messy thoughts, he was stunned for a moment.She didn't pay much attention to the soldiers not far behind Luo Penni, but exclaimed, "Countess Glen, it turns out you have already..."
"Viscount Consisco, and Viscount Oran, your nobles "Ann," Luo Penni leaned forward slightly, with a smile and a gentle tone. Her words reached the ears of the two viscounts clearly, "how do you think the fire burned today?"
Viscount Consco? His expression seemed to be stiff for a moment, and his tone trembled a little: "What you said is..."
Luo Penni ignored him and just continued to speak softly: "Isn't it like what she said eleven years ago? One game?"