Lord of Glory

Chapter 96: Captive——

"Ahhh!" Just a scream was heard. Two Maltese soldiers pulled an attendant off his horse, and the sharp spears in their hands kept piercing the attendant's body. The two red-eyed soldiers took a deep breath. After seeing that the attendant was completely dead, they turned around and found the clone standing under the tree. He immediately screamed, picked up the spear and rushed towards the clone.

The clone frowned, and suddenly the smell of blood around him stirred up murderous intent. His eyes narrowed, and the surface of the one-handed ax in his hand was immediately covered with golden veins. Kick your feet hard! A footprint two centimeters deep was immediately sunk into the ground! The whole person quickly rushed to the side of the two soldiers, and immediately turned around and slashed with the one-handed ax in his hand!

Bang, the two soldiers were immediately cut off at the waist with their clothes and armor on! But the clone was not only that, he immediately grabbed the dead soldier's spear with his free hand, turned around again, and swung it at the Maltese cavalry rushing behind him. The spear made a burst of sound in the air and hit that spot. It passed through the stone soldier's chest. The spear penetrated the soldier's back, knocked him off his horse, and nailed him to the ground alive. The clone's face was as heavy as water, and he grabbed the other spear again. Watching the war horse whose owner he shot to death ran over, he immediately jumped lightly and got on the horse. Rush towards the battlefield where the two parties are fighting not far away.

Bob roared angrily. He was covered in blood and raised his shield to block the hammer head of the enemy soldier in front of him who was also covered in blood. The long sword in his right hand immediately swept from below, slicing open his stomach. "Ahhh!" There was another roar, and Bob turned around, only to see an enemy soldier who was very close to him jumping up, raising his scimitar directly to the top of Bob's head! This can no longer be avoided. Bob even sighed inwardly. I have to stop here for the glory of the knight.

Whoosh! But at this moment, a rapid sound of breaking through the air came from behind. Bob could only see a flash in front of his eyes. A one-handed ax hit the soldier in mid-air, knocking him completely away and hitting the ground, splattering blood. flower. Bob blinked, turned around, and saw the clone riding a black horse and rushing over with a spear in hand: "Bob! Try to save our attendants, I will go find other knights!" After the clone said it, he saw Bob nodded gratefully, immediately leaned down on his horse, and picked up the spear stuck on the ground next to him. Holding two guns, he rushed into the melee in the distance.

"Ah!" "Wow!" One by one, the clones rode on horses like a whirlwind. Once they encountered an enemy in battle, they immediately stabbed with the spear in their hands to rescue their compatriots who were still capable of fighting. Turning over and dismounting, the two spears in the clone's hands were covered in blood and were slippery. He threw it away and picked up the long sword on the ground. Behind him was a soldier lying on the ground with a big hole in his chest, covering the grass.

With just one sword strike, the clone split open the soldier who was fighting the knight with his armor intact. Ignoring the blood splattered all over him, he walked towards the knight who survived the disaster. "Alfred, thank you for saving..." But the knight just cracked a smile, and before he could finish speaking, the clone cut off the knight's head with another sword. The helmeted head that fell to the ground still had the smile before death on its face.

So far, the clone's face is still as sinking as water. Hearing a cutting sound in front of him, the Maltese knight split open the body of an attendant with an axe. His eyes were red with blood all over his body, and he turned around to see the clone whose armor was also stained red with blood. Contrary to the clone's expectation, this knight now lacked the chivalry spirit of the past. Apparently he had discovered the miraculous achievements of the clone before. His expression immediately changed, he threw down the one-handed ax in his hand, pulled a passing horse over and mounted it. Riding the horse's belly hurriedly, trying to escape as if flying.

"Run? Coward." The clone muttered disdainfully, raised the long sword in his hand and swung it! The long sword immediately flew in circles towards the big man on the horse! But at this moment, the big man seemed to have expected that the clone would use this move, and immediately leaned down to avoid this fatal blow. But the long sword passed over the big man and pierced the head of the horse in front of him! "Whoop, whoop, whoop!" The war horse whined, rolling and falling onto the grass, throwing up a burst of dust. But this big knight was very agile. He immediately turned over to avoid the fate of being pinned down by the horse. He landed perfectly and continued to let go. The boy started running.

The clone's steel teeth were clenched, and anger was already rising in his heart. But at this moment, the big man suddenly turned around, took out the loaded crossbow from his waist, and pulled the trigger at the clone in the distance. With a whooshing sound, the crossbow arrow shot straight into the clone's front. However, he opened the crossbow bolt that was close at hand with a disgusted palm, and slightly bent his feet. A fierce force. He rushed out very quickly with a whoosh! Even the twenty kilograms of light armor on his body couldn't cause any hindrance to him. A row of deep footprints quickly left on the sand, and the clone rushed towards the fleeing man like the wind. Seeing the dead horse right in front of him, the clone jumped up suddenly, pulled out the long sword from the horse's head in the air, and fell to the ground with a bang. The dust stirred up had no time to fall, and the clone rushed towards the horse again at an extremely fast speed. A big man not far away.

Just a crash was heard, followed by a scream. The clone chased after him and chopped off the big man's shoulder armor and arms with a sword! Lying on the sand covered with weeds, the knight looked at the clone holding a bloody sword. He immediately covered his broken arm in pain and explained in panic: "Don't kill me! I am Zod of the Kingdom of Malta, Neville. Hal. He is a noble knight! I demand the rights of the nobles and ask my family to pay a ransom!" "Of course I won't kill you." The clone shook off the blood on his sword with a calm face and said calmly: "You But what about my military exploits, Mr. Zhuo De?"

"Okay! Hahahaha, Alfred. You are really our savior!" Bob rushed over with five attendants. Wiping the blood on his face, he looked at Zhuo De on the ground and said to the attendant behind him: "Go and help him treat his wounds."

After several catastrophes, the attendant who saved the life of the clone looked at the clone with great gratitude, and immediately tore open his clothes to bandage the prisoner's wounds. The clone smiled slightly, looked at Bob and asked doubtfully: "Where are the other two?" Upon hearing this, Bob's expression immediately changed. The attendants were also silent. The clone immediately stuck the sword in his hand on the ground with a look of emotion, and said solemnly: "They fought for their homeland and glory on the battlefield, and died a worthy death. May their heroic spirits return to the embrace of Enos and find rest and eternity. "

Everyone around me also prayed heavily. The clone pulled out the long sword and said, "Find some horses and transport their bones back to the fortress." The attendants who bandaged Zhuo De nodded immediately, but their faces were not very pretty. Because at this moment their master died, and he became an ordinary person again from a squire and a trainee knight. Don't know what the future will be like. But the clone's next words made them smile: "In order to mourn them, you will be my attendants from now on. Come fight with me."

"Ah! May Enos bless you forever, Lord Flamel!" Several attendants immediately knelt down excitedly to show their loyalty. In this current situation, not only did the originally fatal battle not end, but he won. He also captured a knight noble from the enemy country. Maybe he could get some military information from him. This credit must have greatly increased the value of Alfred and Flamel, and they have also risen with the tide. Better than before! Can they not be excited? The original grief of his master's death was instantly thrown into the depths of the boundless sea.

The clone who said this was staring at Bob. There was a strange smell in his eyes. Bob suddenly felt uncomfortable and turned his head away, not daring to look at this look. Suddenly, he felt a little strange. Alfred just went home to look for his brother for a few days. After he came back, his combat skills improved by leaps and bounds, and even his impression changed completely. It was like another person wearing Alfred's skin.

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