Knight of the Light

The frosty wind blew across the earth, and the branches of the woods crackled.

The ugly and powerful Oldus was staring on horseback, and the gloomy Black Forest was like a huddled patient, constantly moaning in pain. His messy hair was rolling with the cape, and his breath was like this forest, both gloomy and brazen.

Behind the war horse, followed by the brigade, is advancing along the winding forest road.

Just five days ago, the same team was also advancing on this road, strong and mighty. But the team was smashed by the sudden collapse of the sky and was attacked by a sudden attack. The goblin soldiers in the team suffered heavy casualties.

The old goblin who commanded that force could only sadly return.

This time, another team marched again. The team's strength increased without reduction, even more fierce.

Behind Lao Xiusi is the line of his stucco village. These people are as wild and burly as he is. Most of them had ruthless faces, their armours were stained with blood, and they were extremely silent while walking.

This is the black warrior who has just gained strength from the blood sacrifice. Compared with the black warriors under the former priest of Mursi, they are a little less calm, a bit more fierce, and the formation is more scattered, but the number is far more.

The battle in the Black Forest is cruel day by day. Everyone is trying to get stronger, because no one knows what their enemies will look like next.

Lao Xiusi adhered to this philosophy, hoping that he could continue to become stronger. He can surrender goblins, slaughter similar species, and sacrifice evil spirits. It's all about being stronger. At this moment, he feels high.

Black Samurai is just strong enough!

So did Zul Greyhide. The goblin old shaman rode on the back of the wolf, holding a skull wand in his hand, and squinting at the black warriors who were lined up in front of him.

More than 70 black warriors with large bodies and heavy armors marched forward collectively, and the momentum created in the silence was trembling. Looking from a distance, they are like a torrent, like an unstoppable forest like a wall. No one wants to face such an enemy.

No other voices could be heard in the old shaman's ears, only the heavy footsteps and rough breathing of the black warriors. Everything else seemed to be overwhelmed, only the ground trembling slightly.

In contrast, the bear goblin troops behind are also tall and mighty, but they are casual and have no momentum. Not to mention Goblin Infantry who is always in chaos. Perseverance, silence, patience, unyielding, these words are completely insulated from the green skin monster.

Humans are terrible!

Fortunately, they always like to kill each other.

Standing on the wall of the Rat Rat Village, Wilson also wanted to pass a long march, and the enemy appeared.

Headed by the Dark Samurai of Bann Church. Wearing heavy armor and holding heavy swords, they steadily and resolutely came down the forest road.

These guys who are good at killing and destroying fearlessly live and die. There is only blood and killing in their minds. As long as they appear on the battlefield, they will definitely cause tragic casualties. And they are all human.

His Excellency Hugo has full confidence in victory, and the mobilization before the war will make clear the pros and cons of the two sides. Wilson also felt very reasonable, but now he really saw those black warriors moving forward steadily, he still had a question mark in his heart?

Do we really win these terrible guys?

The black warrior was created by the evil gods to specifically create death and destruction. Where they walked will only leave dark red bloodstains, broken blades, broken limbs, and broken heads. How can ordinary people defeat these monsters?

This is level suppression. The black warrior is like a natural enemy, restraining ordinary people like Wilson who just want to survive well. Bann's tyranny was carried out by these powerful and evil killers.

The black warrior comes with the light of fear, and any enemy who looks at them must withstand the test of spiritual repression. Wilson's heartbeat accelerated at this moment, cold sweat was dripping, but his chest was dizzy and dizzy, and he was panicked.

Fear is continually contagious and has a wide impact.

Zhou Qingfeng felt it too. He led the team on the right wing outside the village. Behind him were more than 30 well-equipped adventurers, followed by more than 70 armed attendants who were preparing to kill. Half of them were riding horses, and the rest also stood firm and ready to fight at any time.

But when the black warrior led by Lao Xiusi appeared in sight, Zhou Qingfeng obviously felt that the black warrior of the disturbed Bann Church under his men had been famous for a long time, and his powerful impression was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

With a few words of mobilization and inspiration, there is no way to change this inherent influence.

Zhou Qingfeng rode on the back of 'Shengying' and looked around the battlefield. He could clearly feel that the morale of his troops had been suppressed before the sneak attack. Only seeing a dozen black warriors, Zhou Qingfeng was forced to retreat. The number of black warriors on the other side soared this time.

Quantitative change causes qualitative change!

The soldiers breathed heavily, and the warhorses kept digging. Even 'Shengying' seemed very restless and asked Zhou Qingfeng uneasily: "Master, where is the enemy's black warrior? Are they going to play last?"

"Are you blind?" Zhou Qingfeng himself was also suppressed by the enemy's momentum, and his heart was upset, and he said angrily: "The tens of black warriors lined up. Don't tell me, you didn't see it."

"Opposite?" ‘Shengying’ wondered, asking more fiercely, “You mean those guys who wear heavy armor and epee? But they are not black warriors.”

"I have said that the black warrior now does not need a super-long gun, but uses a two-handed sword. They are still very powerful." Zhou Qingfeng felt that the black warrior in a dense formation opposite was an enemy.

But "Shadow Shadow" shook his head and continued to deny: "No, no, no, those are definitely not black warriors. Even if they didn't break the soul's dark gun, their cursed armor? The black warrior was a man of one hand. "

"Aren't the black warriors on the opposite side wearing thick armor?"

"That's just ordinary iron armor. Cursed armor is not such a junk that can be worn in one hit."

"Shengying" began to tell the story again, "I was driven by demons. I hated the array of black warriors the most and hated the cursed armor that reflected the damage. If you do n’t have enough strength, you will not only kill them, they will stand still Kill you. "

so smart? !!

Uncle Zhou had a question mark in his head. He didn't know whether he should be afraid of the genuine black warrior, or he should be glad to encounter the castrated version of the black warrior. awesome."

"No, no, master. The opposite are definitely not black warriors. Even without equipment, the real black warriors are very powerful.

The **** of tyranny is also known as 'the king of darkness'. Every black warrior will receive the blessing of darkness in the blood sacrifice. He is an immortal body. It is really difficult to kill them, otherwise they would not be considered the most powerful heavy infantry of human beings. The opposite ones are simply miscellaneous fish. "

Miscellaneous fish?

Uncle Zhou felt himself ridiculed.

If we had a miscellaneous fish on the opposite side, what would we half-dead who was scared by the miscellaneous fish be?

Will the shrimp soldier crab?

"Maybe it wasn't long before the **** of tyranny resurrected it, but I think those guys on the opposite side are still very good."

"I've been trapped underground for decades, and Ban has been killed again?"

"Yeah, it was resurrected last month."

"Ban actually resurrected? No wonder it was a group of miscellaneous fish."

"Dead horse, what are you trying to say? Although you can be strategically despised, you still need to value your opponents tactically."

"Master, obviously you are too weak. I can hit ten of them in one breath in this heyday."

Naked mockery, so angry!

"what about now?"

"Now, I'm weak now, let's go together."