Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Abel rushed in front of the enemy with the force of a thousand horses, then jumped up high and slammed the sword into the ground with both hands. A half-meter wide ravine spread forward, dividing the battlefield into two halves.

Seeing this scene, the cavalry of the Fast Territory were shocked. The man in front of them must be at least the third level of strength. Didn't it mean that the third level knight was bald?

It looks like it has hair too.

"Go find someone else! Leave this person to me!" Knight Byron arrived on horseback, looking at Abel with cautious eyes. With just one move, he knew that he was no match for the person in front of him.

Not only the advantages in weapons and armor, but also the control of power, which is the result of daily practice.

The surrounding cavalry heard the regiment leader's order and rushed elsewhere. Abel completely ignored it and didn't care. His eyes only stayed on Byron.

"You are strong."

Byron said solemnly, since there was no guarantee that he could win against the opponent, he could only delay time and place his hope on other knights.

But Abel was not a fool. He knew the other party's intention in an instant. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You are not bad either. If you want to rely on them to deal with my companions and then deal with me together, you will be disappointed." "

After being discovered, Byron's heart sank. Listening to what the other party meant, there was also a third-level knight in the group, the bald knight they were talking about!

Seeing Byron's expression change, Abel smiled lightly and said, "It seems like that boy Sig has a great reputation in your place."

"Hmph, a small baron is hiding two third-level knights. I have seen Baron Arnold's methods. It's useless to talk more, let's fight!"

Byron no longer hesitated, shouted and rode towards Abel.

There was excitement in Abel's eyes. This was when he was truly fighting against professionals of the same level. The blood in his body was boiling at this moment, as if he was longing for a glorious battle of life and death.

"Come on! Please use your full strength! Otherwise, you will die."

Abel laughed and rushed forward, and the two started a fierce fight. Both of them were third-order knights. The aftermath of the battle was not something a group of first-order knights could bear, so there was no one around them.

The other side of the battlefield.

Because they couldn't kill the enemy, Sig and the others were not able to fight easily, but that was all.

They are second-level knights, and they have at least two blue quality entries that Ron picked up. Each has its own magic, and one is worth ten.

Among the eleven, Sig was the easiest. He directly lowered the temperature of his body and froze the enemies, restricting their movements without endangering their lives.

Following closely behind him was Victor, who had never attracted much attention. His performance on this battlefield was the most eye-catching, shocking the jaws of those watching the battle on the distant city wall.

Victor sat upright on the magic scale horse, and the aura on his body blended with the magic scale horse, rapidly growing into one, and a majestic and extremely oppressive aura spread in all directions, like ocean waves.

snort!

He looked coldly at the charging enemy, and a powerful cold snort came from him or the devil-scale horse's snort.

The horse under the enemy in front suddenly shuddered and trembled. He braked quickly and did not dare to move forward. The cavalry on the horse were terrified. The sudden appearance of such a situation made them overwhelmed and sat on the horse in a daze.

At this time, another cold snort sounded.

All the war horses immediately knelt on the ground, bowing their heads in the direction of Victor, as if they were kneeling before the king of horses.

What the guards on the city wall saw was far more shocking than the cavalrymen who faced Victor directly. It was the fear that originated from their souls. The aura that emitted from time to time stimulated their senses and seemed to order them to surrender.

"Those who surrender will not be killed."

As Victor finished speaking, one knight's sword slipped from his hand and penetrated into the ground. The same thing happened one after another. The knights dropped their swords and chose to surrender.

Only by looking directly at it can you feel the irresistible pressure. This is definitely another third-level knight!

The knights of Fastland were in deep despair.

Thomas was still able to observe the situation on the field during the battle. He was greatly surprised when he saw Victor's performance. He didn't look much and turned to look at the others. They all showed their strength perfectly and there was no need for him to intervene. room.

Thinking back to the past, Thomas sighed in his heart. At that time, they could not even deal with the Black Crow Organization, which had only three second-level professionals. In the end, they had to be protected by the lord, but now they can easily fight dozens of people alone.

These are all gifts from the lord.

In order to respond to the Lord's expectations, Thomas felt that he had to work harder and use the power given to him to fulfill the Lord's thoughts and wishes even if he risked his life.

Thinking of this, Thomas swung his sword and slashed horizontally, passing through a sword light. He looked around with a bird's eye view and solemnly said: "For the Lord, please contribute your strength."

At this moment, Thomas was majestic and had the air of a general.

His attacks were wide open and closed, preventing the enemy from getting close. Every time, the enemy suffered a dull blow and fell to the ground, unable to continue fighting.

Looking at the small battlefield where Malcolm is located, there are endless sword skills. Every move is just right and exquisite, leaving the enemy unable to parry.

On the other hand, others are not as relaxed as the first few. It would be easy to kill the enemy, but Thomas's order was to capture the enemy, so the difficulty rose sharply.

Fortunately, their strength far exceeds that of the enemy. Coupled with sophisticated weapons and equipment and an inexhaustible supply of alchemical potions, they can continue to fight until the end.

Time passed, and as the enemies surrendered one after another, there were not many people left fighting on the Fast leader's side.

In the end, only Knight Byron was left in the enemy, and the others either surrendered and were captured, or died in battle. Those knights who died in battle were all loyal to Viscount Fast, and they were all second-level knights.

Three hours had passed since the war started. The battle between Abel and Byron entered the final stage. Others had already ended the battle but did not come to intervene.

At this time, a group of guards came out of the city and onto the battlefield. Each of them held a special device in their hands.

This is the restraint bracelet that Thomas asked Hadyi to make. People who wear the restraint bracelet cannot use fighting energy. This device is based on the slave collar, but it is not so overbearing that it can cause death.

It is worth mentioning that the reason why the imprisonment bracelet appeared was because Taylor could sneak out of the dungeon made of obsidian. It turns out that only one dungeon is not safe.

"Mr. Thomas, we are here." One of the guards saluted.

Thomas smiled and nodded, "You showed up at the right time, so put them on all of them."

"yes."

After receiving the order, the guards immediately went to put the imprisonment bracelets on the captured knights of Fast's leadership.

Sigur's expression changed when he saw this, and he said quickly, "I'll help recover the weapons."

Then he quickly followed. Ibuprofen looked at Sig picking up weapons everywhere on the battlefield, and asked the others in confusion, "When did he start to like picking up rags?"

Frank said calmly: "I don't know. He took off the weapons and armor he brought back one by one."

"Oh, no matter what he does? Why don't you ask Mr. Thomas what he did with these people captive? Ask Viscount Fast for a ransom?" Anthony said.

Hearing this, Thomas smiled and said, "In terms of financial resources, the Fast Territory may not be as good as us. The lord can't even look down on the money."

"That is?"

Harvey made a confused sound, and Marvin looked thoughtful.

"If you think about it carefully, these are five hundred professionals. What a useful labor force. Now is the time when we need their contribution when rebuilding the territory." Thomas said.

Everyone was surprised by his remarks, and then they were filled with admiration and said that they had learned something.

"In that case, why didn't we do this in the first battle, when there were about 300 people?" Taylor asked.

It was Marvin who answered him, "That's different. In the first battle, the citizens didn't trust them. Only a big victory over Liwei can make it easier for Miss Joyce and the others to handle the work below. As for us."

Thomas nodded. Although Marvin didn't explain everything in detail, the meaning was probably similar. It was enough for Taylor to understand.

boom!

In the distance, the battle between Abel and Captain Byron was extremely fierce, a battle of pure strength and skill.

Because the fighting lasted for too long, Byron's fighting spirit was exhausted, and he was accidentally knocked out by Abel, hitting the ground hard.

When this scene fell into the eyes of the captured Fastland knights, they all looked ashen and there was no hope left.

The strongest third-level knight leader among them has been defeated, so what else can he use to win?

"You win, I am not your opponent, kill me." Byron said. In his eyes, Abel did not see surrender. Such a person has his own perseverance and will not put down his dignity and surrender to the enemy.

"Your strength is good and allows me to enjoy myself. For this reason, although I want to help you fulfill your last wish of dying gloriously, my vice-captain said that I want to let you go."

Abel's words shocked Byron, and he said in an unbelievable tone: "Are you crazy? Do you want to win over me in this way? That is impossible. Moreover, your lord will allow such wanton behavior the behavior of?"

The other party's expression was clearly reflected in Abel's eyes, and he smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about us. The lord has handed over the command of the territorial battle to me and my deputy captain. It is also our responsibility to let you go." Within the scope of authority.”

Byron's expression was a little complicated. Can he trust his subordinates with such power? What kind of magnanimity is that? I really want to meet that Baron Arnold in person.

At this time, Abel's voice sounded again, "As for the wooing, you are overthinking it. In the words of the lord, I just want you to go back and call more people to deliver it."

Byron: "."

Byron is the only third-level knight in the Fast Territory, and he is an ace. If he is captured, how can the Fast Territory fight and send people to move bricks?

In the end, Byron returned to the Fast territory alone with humiliation. As for what Viscount Fast would think, I don't know.

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Blacksmith workshop.

There were more than ten sets of damaged knight equipment placed in front of Hadey, and Sig and others were surrounding him, all waiting for his reply.

After a long time.

Hadyi finally said: "That's right, this was forged by me. Although there are traces of repairs on it and the appearance is different, it was indeed made by me."

Hearing this, everyone frowned.

"This is strange. These equipments were all ripped off by us from the Fast Knights. How come they have your products, Master Hadyi?"

Hadyi glared at Anthony who said this, "Do you mean to say that I secretly fund the enemy?"

Thomas hurriedly spoke, "Master Hadey misunderstood. It's not like you don't know that this guy can't speak. Without further ado, let's solve the current problem first. I will go back to the lord later."

Following what the lord said, Hadyi was no longer angry. He said, "Everything I forge has a detailed destination. You should know this better than me."

Marvin said: "That's true. The weapons and armor forged by Master Hadey have two destinations. One is the Alfred Territory, and the other is Knight Darren and the others."

Immediately afterwards, Harvey continued: "Well, the former was the war between Marquis Alfred and Count Eugene. We sold thousands of sets of weapons and armor to them at low prices as funding. The latter only had weapons and no armor. ."

"That is to say, these more than ten sets came from Marquis Alfred." Cliff said.

"Don't be too harsh. Let's listen to Master Hadey's opinion first." Malcolm felt that there was something more to this matter.

"You are quite clever, I will treat you to a drink next time."

Hadyi looked at him with a smile, and then said: "There are traces of repair on these equipment. They were recast by other people's hands. The forging technique is very rough, destroying the material properties, resulting in a decrease in quality."

Hearing this, Thomas had already found the answer, "Thanks to Master Hadyi, I have to report it to the Lord immediately."

After saying that, he left quickly, and Anthony asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with him?"

Marvin said helplessly: "Are you stupid? The facts are before our eyes. The person who gave Viscount Fast these equipment is Count Eugene who is still at war with Marquis Alfred! These equipment were obtained by the Eugene leader on the battlefield. The spoils of war passed into the hands of Viscount Fast."

On the other side, Thomas told Ron everything he had guessed, but he only received a perfunctory reply of "I understand."

Thomas noticed something different from Ron's attitude, and he retreated thoughtfully.

Not long after Thomas left, Sig came to Ron with a look of excitement and anxiety. He knelt down on one knee and held the shiny top of his head. Ron put his hand on it, and it was smoother than the pebbles he usually plated.

This kid's hair is hopeless.

Today was not the day to write entries for Sig, but Ron made an exception and gave him the privilege. As long as Sig brought something valuable back from outside, he would give him a chance.

I hope it doesn't go wrong today, Ron thought inexplicably.

Because of the special nature of Siger's entry 1, every time you give Siger an entry, it's like a strengthening program in the game.

He is the NPC in the game, and Sig is the player. Sig gives him the strengthening funds and materials, and he helps strengthen the attributes.

If the enhancement is successful, it will be +1, if it fails, it will be reset to zero, and the enhancement will be restarted. The funds and materials consumed will not be refunded.

The more Ron thought about it, the more it seemed like it.

After a while, Ron took back his hand and said, "Come back next time."