The Legend of Fatality

The knights of Burtania completed the turn faster than the night owl's team, which strengthened the night owl's determination, and he began to recite the mantra in his mouth. As the spell was completed, the power in the "spirit" surged over his body again.

Both sides began to slow down at the same time, and tacitly began to jog the horses, waiting for the subsequent knights to follow up and rearrange the team.

Ye Xiao wanted to slow down and let the opponent rush over first, so that the opponent's formation would be more dispersed. But it seems that the other party saw his thoughts and performed the same actions as him. This is strange, but it also makes the night owl more worried, maybe he has some bizarre curse, just like in the story to find the end of the magic of ancient magic. In some stories, the wicked are able to live forever, but they are tortured again and again. This is just a story, but the story always has a cause.

Maybe the person who told him his life was just playing with him, with some evil intention. Make him think that what he did is a good thing, but the result is still all the people he cares about? Ye Xiao was curious about what role he would play, maybe he was the one who played the villain.

This is a very disturbing idea, but what about it, the night owl has long been a good man and a bad man. Right in front of him is his long-awaited goal, and he still remembers Flynn's prediction.

The night owl's team moved forward slowly, and the subsequent cavalry came up, all gathered together. Ye Xiao turned his head, and he could see the excitement in their eyes.

He used to feel this way, when he didn't know that the killing would eventually bring pain. I don't know if you can save yourself by focusing on composure during the battle, but it can't save anyone who follows him. He has never been inspiring. Most of them are practical. Even if this will attract some followers, he decided to try it today.

Ye Xiao spoke to everyone. "I should tell you now that you are not opponents of the knights of Burtania. This is true of all the battles I have seen. If you speak out in Bultania, when you are a knight servant, you follow The knight will tell you that it is really useless. Then he will knock you over to the ground so that you can learn to be humble. I believe you will do the same when training others. "

Night Owl shook his head. "But not today. Today, you don't need to learn humility. What you want is not war merit, but survival. More importantly, you are not a group of poor recruits, totally unprepared. You are tough, I have seen fighting You are very brave, and I see you rushing straight towards the knight of Burtania. You are very determined, otherwise you will not be here with me now. "

Ye Xiao raised the sword in his hand, and the wind wrapped around the blade again, making a humming beep.

"You are ready! And now! We will face the strongest knights in Burtania! We will not let them defeat, because if we are defeated, the Margarita coalition will fail! And I plan to see everyone drinking the best wine in a safe pub at night! "

Everyone around us gave a weak cheer.

"And the minstrel will record our achievements!" Ye Xiao continued.

More people cheered.

"History will remember us!"

Some people joined it.

"Let's make history! Let me charge! Listen to my roar! Kill them all!"

Everyone joined in, and as the accelerating night owls accelerated towards King Charles' team.

King Charlie also started to accelerate at the same time, the other party's cries made him hesitate. The enemy screamed, and the weapons made clanging sounds. King Charles forced himself to straighten his body and raised the Sword of Galamont high, and the light was injected into this holy weapon again.

When the two sides contacted again, the other side did not stagger the direction, but hit it straight. King Charles instantly understood what the other party wanted to do. The skill gap between the knights of the two sides makes the other party try to decide the victory or defeat through the melee after the collision of the two teams. I have to say that this is a very sensible choice. After all, the melee depends on the number of people.

And King Charles can only choose to collide. If he changes direction, his team will be pierced by the opponent and then divided. Well, King Charles thought, since you want to try it, then I will satisfy you. He was not worried about the combat effectiveness of the knights in his team after dismounting, nor did he think that these brave knights would fall into the wind in the face of more enemies. They had faced their enemies many times.

As the two sides approached, King Charles saw the face of the enemy's leading knight.

"No!" King Charles was only surprised for a moment, and then he immediately understood that this was not his brother, but his brother's son. That rumor is true.

Despite being extremely shocked, he subconsciously waved the Galamont sword towards the opponent. The opponent responded with the same action. The two blades collided once in the air, sending out a huge shock wave. Fly off King Charles from his mount Garibal. King Charles hit a knight behind him in the air, and the two fell together under the horse.

The ears were full of deafening horseshoes, and King Charlie turned to try to protect the unlucky knight, protecting him under his body.

The sound of heavy impacts kept coming from all around, and the knights were knocked down one by one. He fell to the ground and stopped breathing. In a loud noise, King Charles could hear the soldiers yelling.

Charlie clenched the Sword of Galamont so that the divine power could spread throughout his body, driving away the pain from his impact. He stood up, all his fatigue disappeared, his eyes glanced around.

Surrounded by the bodies of horses and knights, there are many knights who jumped off the horse and fell to the ground. Some knights who have stood up have begun to try to rescue their companions. There was confusion around, screams, shouts, panic.

King Charles crossed the corpse of a horse, turned around, and cut down all nearby people. At the same time, he deliberately made himself pay attention to the cry before death. He didn't listen to the screams, nor did he ignore the painful wailing. He listened intently to everyone's voice.

The three Margarita knights gathered courage to attack him. King Charles raised his sword of Galamont to salute them. They roared, and King Charles was silent. When the wrist turned, the first man's sword was cut off, and the metal flipped in the air. King Charles stepped between the other two, and the sword of Galamont wiped their necks. The two fell to the ground at the same time, their eyes filled with unbelievable eyes. Then King Charlie turned around and thrust the Sword of Galamont into the first person who turned and rushed towards him, thrusting the Sword of Galamont from the mouth of his heart, and then thrusting it out.

When King Charles withdrew the Sword of Galamonte, the knight fell forward with a hole in his armor. When he fell to the ground, his broken sword also fell on the ground beside him.

At this time, another knight came to him. He wore elaborate armor and no helmet. He looked at the body on the ground, raised his sword towards King Charles, and saluted.

King Charles raised the Sword of Galamont in return. Then the knight rushed over. He used a thick-edged sword to hack King Charles ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ King Charles evaded the blade, but the other party turned around and slashed the second sword quickly with inertia.

This is a very delicate force technique, far beyond the previous three knights. King Charles took a step back and escaped the third attack. But when the fourth attack came, King Charlie held the sword in both hands and slashed the opponent's sword from bottom to top. However, because the opponent's sword was too thick, Galamont's sword stuck on the sword instead.

The knight tried to wrestle with King Charles, but King Charles did not intend to do so. He pulled back the Sword of Galamonte, even with the other's long sword, and the other knight had no idea that King Charles had such great power. Holding the sword, he was pulled towards King Charles.

King Charles lifted the Sword of Galamonte, slashing toward the opponent's armor with his long sword. After three swords, his Galamont sword cut off the opponent's sword, as well as armor and chain mail, as well as the flesh inside. He took a deep breath and lifted his foot on the corpse, pulling the Sword of Galamonte out of his chest.

Galamont's sword radiates light as it reappears, while the opponent's body falls heavily.

More and more people gathered around, the roar of battle, the sound of cursing, the knocking of weapons, the collision of armor. When the heavy body fell to the ground, the surroundings fell into silence.