A strange world

Chapter 1011 Section 242. Accusing each other of being the blade of freedom

After the words fell, except for the ten men who became the squad leader and were eager to try, no city guards rushed forward.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Annan felt humiliated and realized that they were not loyal Free City warriors.

"Sir, we can't defeat..." one of the captains whispered.

Phew—pop!

The knight swung his riding whip at Annan, but Maria jumped out and grabbed the end of the whip.

"You dare to resist?"

Annan ignored the stern knight and pulled out the staff from the magic ring: "Where is this?"

They had known that Master Olmei was a spell caster, but they still shook their heads: "We still can't beat him."

Annan took out the spell book "borrowed" from Tabareodo, a staff in his left hand and a spell book in his right hand: "What about this and this one?"

"Really want to fight? They are the Knights..."

To put it bluntly, the city guards are just a group of soldiers who maintain law and order in the new royal capital, only one level higher than the militia.

"The ones we are fighting are the Knights. Annihilate them, and everyone will be promoted. I will give a bounty to those who are not promoted!"

If he hadn't wanted to tie the city guards to the car, Annan could have eliminated them himself.

"They are the Knights..." the captain said again.

"They are not, they are the Blades of Freedom!" Annan stared at the timid city guards with disappointment: "Are you afraid of the Knights or my uncle?"

"Captain, these city guards are also free blades!" The knight suddenly released his whip, drew out his sword and roared.

Originally they did not dare to provoke either side, but as the knights pointed them out as enemies, the city guards had to side with Annan.

"Young Master Olmei, we listen to you!"

Annan showed his approval regardless of any previous suspicion, opened the spell book, found a page of amplification magic, and released an endurance blessing.

The city guards suddenly felt that they could fight continuously for thirty minutes, taking the lead in charging towards the knights who had no time to escape.

But the movement of this knight before his death still attracted the attention of five or six knights guarding the prison car not far away. They formed a battle formation on the long street and began to charge towards the city guards.

Annan waved the wand that was just a decoration and read out the grease spell in the spell book.

A large piece of grease appeared on the road that the knights must pass. The horses' hooves began to slip as soon as they stepped on it, but the knights relied on their superb riding skills to stabilize themselves and step through the grease.

The city guards were still surrounding the dead knight and slashing with their swords, missing the opportunity to attack before the cavalry started.

Annan was indifferent. If there were no expectations, there would be no disappointment. It's easy to let the city guards bully gangs and civilians, but when it comes to real soldiers, if they don't collapse within three seconds, they will be slow to escape.

"Hide in the alley and don't confront them head-on!"

Annan's captains shouted loudly one after another and led the soldiers into the alley.

"Don't hide, it will be over if they escape!"

Isn’t it still unclear whether the Knights of Sesu are Annan, the Blade of Freedom? Only if they all die here can he pour dirty water on them.

Facing the knights who charged again, the spells in the spell book were showered on them like nothing.

Curse, trap, weakness...

The charging cavalry is invincible - except for the city walls and mages.

The panting of the war horses could be clearly heard dozens of yards away, and pink foam surged from their mouths and noses, but their speed became slower and slower.

When there were only a few spells left in the spell book, Annan summoned Lemon again.

At this time, Sheafield, who was watering the lemons in a flattering manner, was holding the showerhead and stood in the empty living room.

"On the other side of the street are the enemies."

Annan guided the enemy for Lemon and shouted to the city guards who were still hiding in the alley: "Hurry up and attack. The one who gets the head will be rewarded with Nall!"

Annan finally understood why the villains in the bard's stories always shouted this sentence...because apart from this sentence, there was no other way to encourage this rabble.

Seeing the scale of victory tipping towards them, the city guards emerged from the alley and rushed towards the knights entangled in lemons.

Annan put away the spell book, and his one-day experience as a mage ended.

But the battle has just begun.

There were one hundred people in this knightly group, and they had only killed six of them just now.

Fortunately, this is a street, not a plain. Fortunately, the knights didn't think there was a strong enemy at all and were scattered everywhere. Fortunately, Annan was the leader.

Since they were city guards, the knights had no defense against them, and Annan and the others could often get within twenty yards of the knights. And they can't charge this distance at all.

Relying on sneak attacks, they successively killed more than thirty knights scattered around, but when they made the last move, they were discovered by knights passing by the intersection.

Annan led his men to chase him for a long time, but he was still a step too late, allowing him to reach the head of the knights and summon all the knights.

The head of the knights with a thick beard pulled out his sword and roared: "You free blades who killed my knights, suffer death!"

Just like Annan wanted to "destroy all the knights and call them the Blades of Freedom", the Knights suddenly appeared out of nowhere and attacked them with a group of city guards, but they also wanted to kill and silence them and then frame them as the Blades of Freedom.

"How dare you use my magic against me!?"

Annan's cries of disbelief were drowned in the galloping horses' hooves.

The ground rumbled and trembled. Facing the crazy knights, the cowardice of the city guards regained the upper hand.

"Young Master Olmei, let's ask for help..."

"There's an alley over here!"

"We retreat first, you block them!"

Annan calmly glanced at the chaotic city guards and opened the portal.

The city guards behind him could not see, and the knights in front could not see clearly, until a thick lightning shot out from the portal and hit the leader of the knights who was rushing in the front in an instant, and instantly turned into a ball of charcoal.

The terrifying dragon's might followed closely and spread out. The city guards behind Annan only felt a source of fear from the depths of their souls, and the war horses that were hit by the dragon's might had their limbs stiffened straight, carrying the knights and rolling into a ball.

——Oh, the knights' weakness is also the dragon.

After no war horses were standing, Annan immediately closed the portal to ensure that the movement was limited to this street, and turned his head and said: "Take your people to grab the merits of war."

Facing the knights who had lost their war horses and were injured, the city guards rushed up like bandits, shouting wildly.

Annan, who was left at the end, and Maria met each other and walked over slowly.

At this time, Annan noticed that there were many more shadows behind the windows of the houses on the street.

The surviving residents finally dared to stick their heads out to observe the outside world.

Annan stopped and took out the spell book again, turning to the page with the sound amplification spell.

After activating the spell, Annan's voice echoed in the street: "The knights who hurt you are no longer able to fight. If you are still men, pick up a pickaxe and kill them. If you are women, pick up a mop and kill them!"