The Legend of Fatality

A strong knight trot towards the night owl, his axe stuck in his back, his armor jingled, and his shoulder armor was beaten into a wild head. This is an Earl of Margarita named Gal, one of the first dissatisfied with the night owl to command the cavalry team. It was also one who scoffed at the title of Fatalin.

Gal had a sturdy forearm and a thick black beard, but now he not only lost his helmet, but also lost a large scalp on his right head. He was followed by his two cavaliers.

"Night owl ... adult." Gal ran to the night owl. He raised his finger in the direction he was running and said. "The enemy is regrouping in that direction."

"I know, Earl Garr." Ye Xiao replied, his hands still holding his chest. Knights of the Margarita Allied Forces scattered nearby began to gather, and they had completed the reorganization of the team.

"King Charles is also there." Count Gall added, his words full of worry.

"Very well, so we don't have to go to him." Ye Xiao nodded.

Hearing King Charles was not far away, other knights also gathered around, this time they were going to stand in front. It is also a great honor for these knights to be able to fight against the enemy's highest commander. If he can be killed or captured, then that person's reputation will spread throughout the world.

Ye Xiao once again pulled out the ‘spirit’ and held it in his hand. The power of the wind flowed through the whole body again, and the body naturally accepted the power he had practiced for a long time. This force turned inside him, flexible, and slowly transformed into a hurricane-like force.

He felt the ‘spirit’, this sword was like an extension of the body, rotating with the hurricane inside him. The pressure disappears, the anxiety disappears, and the body stretches and sighs in satisfaction. Just as children breathe without learning, this sword and its power have been integrated into the night owl. He was immersed in the feeling that this force penetrated every part of the body, forgetting the war, forgetting the soldiers, forgetting the fatigue. At that moment, he was the only one.

Then he opened his eyes and stood a group of shocked knights. His body was completely wrapped in visible wind, and he made a loud noise. He raised his arm and looked at the wind wrapped around his arm as if it were part of his body. He stood upright and lifted up his "style". Shout with the loudest voice. "Let's create great business!"

He walked through the crowd, and most people made way for him, showing respect from the heart because of the strength he showed.

As the night owl walked towards the place where King Charles assembled his soldiers, he watched the battle with concentration. The knights in Burtanian armor lined up side by side, oppressing the knights of the Margarita coalition. Most Margarita allied knights use battle axes and hammers, and occasionally a few use long swords or maces. The knights of Burtania are knight swords of the same water.

Both sides were wearing heavy armor and the two were fighting in pairs. The battle roar in the mouth and the prayers to the gods were one after another.

The most tragic battle in this kind of battle is because it is close combat. Generally speaking, if the enemy gains the upper hand at once, fewer people will lose, because the commander will immediately order a retreat to reduce the loss. But close combat is full of violence and blood.

Anyone who tries to retreat during the war will only get death. Watching the soldiers on the battlefield fall down one by one, the metallic luster of the weapons shined, and more and more people were huddled together.

But Night Owl was still searching for his goal. Normally, it is almost impossible to find a specific enemy on such a chaotic battlefield. But the lady's gift to King Charles made him the easiest target to discover. In such a chaotic battle, a ray of light from the clouds still shines on the battlefield.

The night owl rushed towards the spot where the light shined without hesitation. He growled and jumped into the battlefield. Three knights in dark blue armor stepped out of the battlefield and deliberately blocked him. Before he could resolve the three knights himself, the Margaritas who followed him rushed up.

He was not paying attention to the three men, but followed the team that squeezed him forward, slashing some blood in the crowd. These knights are not his goal, his task is to find King Charles, and even the victory of the war is secondary.

He easily found King Charles, who was chopping down a knight with a lees nose. And everyone who fell to the ground around him had some kind of injury that prevented them from fighting. The knights behind both sides rushed up, but deliberately avoided the position between the two. Subconsciously provided an empty space for the two.

Ye Xiao walked to the front and looked at his target. King Charles stared at his face, his expression full of sadness.

King Charles felt his memories flash. Another young man, with a similar face, was holding a sword that he shouldn't have. Two promises were violated at the same time.

King Charlie shook off his memories. That man is dead. But the grace of the lady, this kid really looks like him.

Ye Xiao showed a big smile, this is the object of his revenge. Others have prepared the battlefield for him. The night owl looked around the battlefield, keeping everything on the field in mind, and not letting the field affect his performance.

Okay, let's get started. After all this, he thought to himself.

He had heard about the deeds of King Charles and knew his abilities. Although the confrontation just now subverted his imagination, but what about it, this is his destiny. Night Owl began to charge forward.

King Charlie raised his sword to meet the enemy, but a warrior entered the battlefield of the two. The man in brown armor with a spear in his chest shouted in pain and fell to the ground, blocking the line of the night owl's charge. Opportunity, King Charles took two steps forward, ready to attack the night owl who was disrupted by the sudden appearance of the body.

Night Owl cursed, ignoring everything around the chaotic battlefield. Long swords hit shields, chopped flesh, and pierced leather. People shouted and screamed. There were wailings of pain everywhere. Broken arms and broken muscles were scattered all over the ground. None of this affected the night owl, who had only one enemy in his eyes.

The night owl gently crossed the suddenly appearing corpse, then stooped to avoid King Charles ’attack, rushed across the ground full of corpses and pools of blood, and waved the‘ wind spirit ’behind his hand from bottom to top.

As expected, King Charles used the inertia of the attack to complete the turn and was swinging his weapon down.

The weapons of both sides collided again, and the shock wave broke out again because of the power attached to each other's swords. The huge anti-shock force makes both sides unable to hold the sword, but at the same time, they have already prepared for it. The night owl rolled on the spot by the force of the anti-shock, and opened the distance to King Charles.

King Charles used this power to draw a circle of Galamont's sword in the air, and once again attacked the night owl trying to keep his distance.

The night owl blocked the attack, making King Charles' sword more convenient. The anti-shock force of this collision is greatly reduced, it seems that the previous collision has consumed most of the power, or the power of the two has begun to accept each other. But no matter what, King Charlie's power far exceeds the night owl's imagination, and it is simply stupid to continue to rely on strength to fight.

The night owl quickly retreated. There were six Burtanian knights, all wearing green armor. The night owl rushed at them frantically and launched a series of attacks. They were also immersed in a battle with the Margarita Allied Cavaliers ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ at all did not anticipate that one of the two duels on the battlefield would come running to themselves.

‘Feng Soul’ seems to have its own consciousness, and it keeps flying.

He was moving like a stream of water sloping down from the hillside. The blade flashed around him, taking a life each time. The long wielding sword with a broken voice.

"I need more space to help me clear the surroundings." Ye Xiao said to several Margarita knights who survived with his help. Several people nodded, turned around and joined the fight of others, and tried to expand the front.

King Charles frowned when he saw the night owl running out. This is not like the style of a knight, retreating in combat is allowed, but the night owl's action is more like running away. When he saw the night owl slaughtering his defenseless compatriots, King Charles was completely angry. This completely deviated from the spirit of the knight, such a mean method can only be done by villains.

He happened to be chasing the night owl, but found several margarita coalition knights who noticed that the night owl had left King Charles. These knights cut down to get the chance to kill King Charles, and he came over without hesitation after solving the opponent. Unfortunately, as one of the best knights in the country, they underestimated their opponents.