Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 569 Heroes

"John, they... they have come over," said a knight.

"Crap, I can see it!" Little John whispered: "Give me a steady!"

"Adult, that's the Death Roaring Legion!" The knight's voice had shivered slightly.

"What about the Death Roaring Legion?" Little John showed a proud smile.

The knight opened his mouth, but he stopped talking because he wanted to say too much, so he didn't know where to start, and John's performance was too ignorant and too arrogant! The Dark Magic Legion has been annihilated and the Griffin Flying Brigade has ceased to exist. The Death Roaring Legion has become the only remaining trump card in the mainland. It wants to attack the Death Roaring Legion with thousands of new infantry and more than 200 knights. The warrior is no different from looking for death, but the military order must obey. He can only mourn for his own destiny and for having such a principal.

The troops in the distance are getting closer and closer. Although the number is small, only around seven or eight hundred, the queue is not neat, but the soldiers naturally exude a kind of murderous air during the march. Only the soldiers can have such a battle. The momentum.

"Adult, let's retreat." The knight was doing his last effort.

"I am very surprised, how did you become a knight!" John replied with a scornful voice: "Transfer, prepare..."

"Yes..." A response came from the grass behind John, but the voice was more powerful than the Cavaliers.

The soldiers of the Deathly Roaring Legion have already gone down the slope, perhaps because they have never encountered scale resistance in the past few months. They are somewhat lax, and the team of seven or eight hundred people has pulled out for more than a mile. More than forty prison cars, each of which is filled with prisoners, including men and women, old and young. The prisoners are very beautifully dressed and should be the nobles of the Semba Empire.

Little John turned back to a magician, and the magician sang a spell in a low voice, releasing a wide range of bloodthirsty, and more than 500 Sediing Empire soldiers were affected by bloodthirsty. While John was jumping on the horse at the same time, the long sword pointed to the sky, and the tiger said: "Brothers. Chong..." Then he took the lead and rushed straight down the hillside.

The first responders were soldiers who were affected by bloodthirsty. The courage was something that could be artificially changed. The other soldiers hesitated for a moment, and they rushed down the scalp. The main officials rushed to the front and they did not back down. Reasons. Otherwise, going back will also suffer the most severe punishment.

The soldiers of the Deathly Roaring Legion immediately became a mess, ‘bad, ambush! ‘The brethren are going, don’t mind the prisoners! ‘‘Get away...’ With the panicking shouts, the soldiers of the Death and Roaring Legion marched back and forth, and they said that there were many wolverines.

The knights under John's hands were slowly swallowing behind the infantry. Seeing this kind of situation, one by one is overjoyed and desperately urges the horse to rush forward. It is a pity. At this time, it was too late to grab the credit. Little John had already rushed into the enemy line, and the soldiers affected by bloodthirsty followed them.

A general of the Death Roaring Legion rushed to fight the horse, but the horse seemed to be evil. How to fight it was not to go. Little John rushed straight to the general, and the sword in his hand slid out, a white ochre The swordsman swept over the neck of the general. The huge head is accompanied by blood.

"Kill..." Little John made a roar of roar.

"Kill..." The soldiers of the Semba Empire saw the chief officer killing the enemy in an instant, and the morale soared. The frenzy of thousands of soldiers rushed down the hillside and swallowed the valley in the blink of an eye.

Most of the soldiers of the Deathly Roaring Legion have escaped. There are only 30 people who are flustered. John is rampant in the battle. Like the invincible God of War, every sword can take away an enemy's life.

When crossing a prisoner. Little John suddenly groaned: "Is this not the Marquis of the Rhine?" After he finished, he couldn’t care for the enemy. I hurriedly jumped from the war and waved the long sword to fight the lock chain door chain. Only three or two times, the chain was cut off, and John personally got into the van and helped a white-haired old man out.

"Well... hello..." The heart of the Rhein Marquis dreamed that the empire had a general who had the courage to challenge the incomparable death roaring corps. The feelings of the two worlds made him cry with tears. The language is gone.

"Chong..." The soldiers of the Seisha empire rushed past the prisoner and chased the enemies who fled. The feeling of hurting the dog was of course extremely cool. Only a small number of soldiers knew to open the prisoner and rescue the nobles. It’s a pity that they couldn’t grab the little John. After John comforted the Marquis of Rhein, he went to other prison cars with a long sword. In just a short time, he had opened more than 20 prison cars and rescued hundreds of nobles. master.

The battle soon ended. Although the cowards of the Deathly Roaring Legion did not have the courage to fight, the speed of the escape was astonishing, or that the soldiers of the Semba Empire were not enough to train, and they chased a few miles. An enemy did not catch up, but he was tired of falling oneself, especially those soldiers who were affected by bloodthirsty. The magical effect had disappeared. They only had the ability to stretch their tongues and gasp.

The aristocratic lords who have regained their freedom have sat on the grass, and the taste in the prison car is not good. They really need a rest. Some people pray in devout prayers, some people cry in tears, and some people are full. The face was grateful to talk to Little John. For them, Little John was their savior, but John always had a humble smile and talked with politeness, which made people feel good.

After a while, John returned to the Marquis of the Rhine. Although they were all nobles, there were also differences in the ranks of the nobles. The Marquis of Rhein was the friend of Edward VIII. It can even be said that the other nobles did not have the Marquis of Rhein. One person is important!

At this moment, the knight, who had been persuading John to retreat, strode over, and said to the little John with excitement: "The grown-up, the enemy has been repelled! We killed more than 30 enemies in this battle." Yes, there is another general! We won, and we won!!"

"How many enemies have been killed?" The Marquis of Rhein coughed and asked in a majestic voice that he is now back to normal.

"Smashed more than 30 enemies, including..."

The Marquis of Rhein gave the knight a heavy slap and lowered his voice: "You are even more stupid than a pig!" He felt distressed, why? Why are there no smart people under such a brave general?

"The Marquis is an adult..." Little John was a little surprised.

"There are more than 5,000 people responsible for escorting us. You only killed more than 30 people. Can more than 30 people win?" The Marquis of Rhein pointed his finger at the knight's nose: "I have witnessed it." All the processes, the fierce battle, you only killed more than 30 people? Stupid pig, you got it wrong?!"

Little John and the knight stayed there, don't know what to say, five thousand people? ? Who is wrong?

The Marquis of Rhein has a big hand: "I am not old, I see it very clearly! In this battle, we have killed at least 3,000 enemy soldiers!"

The knight’s expression was distorted, half a slap, and a smug ecstasy bloomed from his face. The 30-something little John himself killed half, and the general of the Death Roaring Legion died in the hands of Little John, and the rest was credited. It’s pitiful, but killing more than 3,000 enemy soldiers is not the same. How can there be more than a dozen places on his body?

The knight suddenly raised his hand and gave himself a slap in the face, and gasped and cried: "Adult, I am a stupid pig, I am a blind man, you don't have a general knowledge with me. This is a corpse in the mountains and mountains. I think there are almost five thousand. !"

"Noisy!" The Marquis of Rhein stretched his face: "Do you want to report your boss almost? Go back and check it again, remember, I want accurate numbers!"

"Understood, adults!" The knight was excited to respect the knight, and turned and rushed out.

Little John finally stabilized his emotions. Although he had been mixing in the Diamond City for quite some time, he also deeply realized that a fallen Imperial aristocrat was bullying and greed, but he did not expect military power to be so. Calculation! At this moment, the expectations of the Marquis of Rhein have attracted his attention. Little John sighed for a moment and whispered: "Adult, the biggest hero is you, if you don't have someone to disrupt the deployment of the enemy from within, maybe it will fail. It’s me.” Since the Marquis of Rhein has amplified his merits a hundred times, he must give up the greatest credit.

"Oh..." The Marquis of Rhein opened his mouth and laughed happily. He also patted Little John's shoulder: "Young people, you are very promising, I am optimistic about you!"

“It’s a great honour to get your appreciation.” Little John bent down and said very respectfully.

The Marquis of Rhein was very affectionate in grasping the hand of Little John, then raised the hand of Little John and shouted: "Who let us escape the bitter sea? Who gave us a second life? Who is the hero of our empire? ?!"

Many aristocrats already knew the name of Little John, and the face of the Marquis of Rhein could not be denied. They cheered: "John...John..." The voice was getting louder and louder, and finally many soldiers joined. Cheers. If the Mao Empire is a tiger, then the Semba Empire is a timid rabbit, only to hide in his own nest, the Empire is eager for a hero to support the situation.