Mount & Blade: Wind of War

However, the charge of the Dark Knight was still a cover-up. The real killer move was the Fallen Knight Airen, who had been hiding in the Dark Knights and trying his best to restrain his breath.

He suddenly attacked, and the black and red light spread.

The sword in Airen's hand seemed to be infinitely extended at this moment, passing over the elven warrior and stabbing at the soul mage who was heavily protected.

The change in this moment was too abrupt, and Airen's explosive power was really unimaginable.

The various protective shields around the drow soul mage were actually broken by this sword, and the magic sword with black and red light directly pierced his chest and abdomen.

"Roar!"

The elven warrior holding the axe saw this and violently swung the axe at Airen.

In the underground world, the status of female drow elves is much higher than that of men. Even after being promoted to the fifth-level legend, the situation is only slightly better, and it is still far inferior to the status of female drow of the same level. Many legendary male elves will even be planted with various magical drugs to maintain absolute control.

The drow soul mage seemed to be the master of the axe warrior, so that after Airen severely injured him, he went berserk.

But he forgot that he was still under the frontal charge of the enemy cavalry.

The first two rows of the Dark Knights were the fourth-level discipline knights, and the row behind them were the violent followers led by Remo Mike.

The axe warrior was in a state of confusion, and was hit hard on the side of his head by Remo Mike's nail hammer. Even with the strong fighting spirit protecting his body, he immediately bled.

It is true that the rank of this legendary warrior is two levels higher than Remo Mike's third level, but the low-level legions are not completely full of immortal strongmen.

The legendary warrior's fighting spirit burst out when he was hit, and in an instant, the row of dark knights, including people and horses, were pushed away by the impact.

However, the black knights who rushed in afterwards were like a bloodthirsty school of piranhas, one person with a hammer and one person with a gun, and they were about to swallow and drown them in an instant.

Cress had no chance to attack, because at this moment, the ghost king Giovanni had already made a move.

This old man practiced both magic and martial arts. He had previously used advanced invisibility to hide Rhode nearby. At this moment, he suddenly made a move, just like a flaming ancient sword suddenly slashed out from the void.

Giovanni's strength was top-notch and powerful even on this continent. In addition, he chose to attack without the grace of a strong man. How could the drow elf archer block it?

He was pierced through the arm by a sword, and the next sword shattered the magic bow, and then he was captured. So far, the operation has been going very smoothly, but the intensity of such resistance is too low.

Only four legendary elves appeared. If the target's strength was just like this, Arantil would have no need to use up his favor to ask Rhode to take action.

Alantyr believed that the essence of communication was trading, so every time he asked Rhode to make a move, he would pay what he thought was an equal value:

Helping a transcendent to be promoted to the fifth-level legend was extremely exhausting even for Alantyr, and there were only a handful of people in the entire continent who could do this.

Giovanni quickly searched for various goods in the caravan. There were many treasures in this world that could not be stored in space equipment, and the Dark Moon Gem was such a treasure.

Finally, Giovanni found an extremely exquisite wooden box from the goods. He opened it, and the moment it was opened, the wooden box shone with precious light. However, when it appeared completely in front of everyone, it was an exquisite and unusual fist-sized blue gem.

This was of course a priceless treasure. Even if its magical value was not counted, just this gem itself was enough to make many women crazy.

But for the few people present, it was not worth it to gather together and make a move for such a thing.

"Tell me, where is the Dark Moon Gem?"

At this time, Arantil, dressed in a gray robe, had also appeared in the caravan. Almost no one knew how he came and how he appeared. Even though his progress was suppressed by the entire plane world, Arantil's cultivation still crushed everyone present, regardless of friend or foe.

The calm middle-aged man slowly came to the seriously injured elf mage and lowered his head to ask.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Lord Arantil. We are just following the order of the mistress to send the Heart of the Sea to a friend of the mistress. If Lord Arantil wants this Heart of the Sea, it's just a matter of a word. Why make such a big scene?"

"Hehehe..."

After hearing these words, Arantil was extremely angry but laughed instead.

He raised his palm and turned his five fingers slightly. The head of the elf warrior who had been knocked down by Airen not far away was suddenly swallowed by the green fire and burned rapidly.

"Is the Heart of the Sea something worth four legendary drow hiding their identities to transport? I didn't kill anyone for the sake of your mistress, but now it seems that my good intentions have been betrayed."

"You are also a spellcaster who plays with souls. Do you really think you can hide it from me?"

At this moment, everyone present could feel that Arantir was really angry. He didn't show any gestures, but the air around him seemed to be burning.

The reason why Rhode and others didn't kill people just now was because legendary warriors were an important foundation for any force. Killing one was basically equivalent to making a mortal enemy. Moreover, if they didn't kill, many forces were willing to pay a huge redemption price for their legendary warriors.

At this moment, Arantil's killing represented an attitude. He didn't mind being an enemy of the entire underground drow elf clan for this.

"... After leaving the underground city, we have been divided into two teams. I only know this. I really don't know the rest." The elf mage finally let go under the threat of death, but the next moment, a violent green flame burst out from her mouth and nose.

The flame entangled her soul and flew into Arantil's hands.