The battle cries on the battlefield had gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of breathing and painful groans. The war in the era of cold weapons was always cruel. The blood and wounds caused by swords were far more obvious than those caused by guns and cannons. But because the death rate was not as high as hot weapons, there were usually only a few people who died on the spot, and most of them were in a state of "injury". But in this era, the death rate of war was often high, and the main reason was that the mages could not take care of the "wound infection".
It was not the first time Randolf had experienced such a scene, but the smell was still nauseating. His fingers trembled slightly, and he tried to calm his breathing, but he could not help but look at Natha who was not far away.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, the truth made him realize that his progress in the past six months could not be compared to her.
Because he had confirmed that the arrow that shot Knight Busero was shot by Natha.
This feeling made Randolf extremely embarrassed. If it was not for the victory in front of him that washed away the disappointment in his heart, he was afraid that he would not be in the mood to continue standing here. But after experiencing a life and death situation, Randolf was finally more open-minded than before. He let out a sigh of relief. The idea of "competing" with Roddy in his heart finally dissipated because of the gap in front of him. Even Natha had become a target that he had to look up to, so how strong could Roddy be now?
The assault of the reinforcements had greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers, and Knight Wellington, who had regained the initiative, had charged back and forth three times. This "ghost knight" was not without a temper. He had been in the Eiffta territory for so many years, and this was the first time he was forced to choose to break through the enemy's encirclement. And after knowing that the ultimate goal of these guys was to deal with the Dukes Of Angmar, he would not show any mercy or mercy to the enemies in front of him.
The enemies who raised their shields and tried to resist were all cut in half by the long sword that was wrapped in Battle Aura. After dealing with these enemies in front of him, Knight Wellington did not stop. Instead, like the cavalry led by Sodelor, he continued to lead the troops forward and went directly to the caravan camp to provide support.
The mobility of the Cavalrymen was undoubtedly reflected here. In contrast, Randolf, Natha, and the others could only deal with the enemies who were still resisting or fleeing.
After getting involved in close combat, Natha carried the oversized longbow on her back. She held two daggers in her hands and followed the infantries into the scattered enemy formation. Her dark red leather armor was like a ghost wandering among the scattered enemies. Her beautiful face remained expressionless. No matter how the enemies screamed or begged for mercy, she would only stab them lightly.
Her dagger was as fast as a shadow, and with absolute agility, she crushed this group of infantrymen who had armor but could not move easily.
In front of the fully armed infantrymen, Natha's petite body seemed extremely uncoordinated, but she was like an ice-cold scythe, slowly and firmly harvesting all the enemies in front of her.
The black and red leather armors gradually became a flag on the battlefield, rallying the remaining soldiers together. In just two minutes, the enemies who were still stubbornly resisting were completely unable to bear the pressure, and a large number of them began to flee in disarray …
At this time, Natha, who was at the forefront of the troops, finally stopped. She shook off the blood beads on her daggers, and then spun them and inserted them into the leather sheath. The soldiers around her could not help but cheer, but Natha did not have the desire to stay and celebrate together. She gently shook her arms that were a little sore because of the battle, but silently left the cheering crowd.
Natha's character had always been like this. She did not like to share the so-called joy or excitement with others. Her face was cold, but her heart was calm. After experiencing many battles, she did not have those chaotic emotions at the beginning.
However, just as she left the hustle and bustle, a strange feeling suddenly made her stop in her tracks.
Natha slightly narrowed her eyes, and her gaze swept across the forest in front of her. After experiencing several battles, not only did she improve her strength, but she also had a sharp perception that she had never had before. Just now, she suddenly had a strange feeling that she was being spied on.
On the huge battlefield, there were many people looking at Natha. Among them were enemies who were fleeing, and some were allies who were cheering. But none of them gave Natha this inexplicable sense of crisis.
However, after carefully looking around, she did not feel a similar feeling again.
Is it just my illusion?
While she was doubting, Randolf's voice sounded in her ears. "Natha, thank you for coming in time."
Natha turned her head and saw Randolf looking at her with a rather complicated gaze. But everything else could not affect Natha's state of mind. Whether Randolf was stronger or weaker than her, it made no difference to Natha. So in response to his words, Natha just habitually showed a puzzled expression and waited for Randolf to continue.
This expression was no different from Randolf's impression of Natha. He was slightly relieved in his heart. She did not change much after all.
"Before we met these enemies, we had just experienced a battle. If it wasn't for you … I mean … actually, I want to thank you."
Randolf wanted to explain the process, but then he understood that there was no need to say this to Natha. After seeing Natha's current strength, he had completely let it go. The psychological burden that was originally awkward or depressed in his heart actually came from the obsession that he could not let go. And at this time, his thanks had the meaning of letting go of the knot in his heart.
Natha did not understand the changes in his heart. It was said that women's thoughts were complicated, but Natha's thoughts were actually purer and simpler than most men's. She thought for a moment and replied in a business-like manner. "According to the plan, the team should have arrived here earlier, but because of the problem at the riverbank, we were late."
"So, Captain Roddy wants me to apologize to you. Of course … he will personally apologize to you sooner or later."
Looking at Natha who said these words without any expression, Randolf sighed in his heart. Natha was finally different from before. She had begun to address her own kind as "you". Although this did not mean that they were estranged, it proved that she had unknowingly developed a sense of belonging to Roddy's team.
After these words, the two of them had no topic to continue talking about, just like before. Randolf sighed and forced a smile. He wanted to ask when Natha would return to the village, but then he also understood that he would not be able to get an answer from this question. Instead, Natha took the initiative to say, "I will take a group of soldiers to stay here and guard. You take the rest of the people to support the camp immediately."
This must be Roddy's order. Randolf also understood that he had no room to refuse, so he nodded without hesitation and then turned to leave.
*****
At the same time, Roddy's cavalry had already charged to the camp where the caravan was located.
At this time, his heart was full of regret. He wished that he could double the speed of the warhorse so that he could fight these damn enemies to his heart's content!
Roddy was very clear that he had always been able to "defeat the strong" and even create "miracles" in the eyes of others. What he relied on the most was not just strength or equipment, but the "knowledge" in his mind that ordinary people could not compare to.
He understood this world better than most people in this continent, and even knew its future direction. That was why he could always predict the enemy's moves and plan in advance.
However, this time, there was an unexpected flaw in the originally meticulous plan. If the troops wanted to reach the predetermined location, they had to cross the river in Paer's territory. However, when he brought the troops to the planned "crossing point", he realized that there was no crossing point at all!
Actually, there was nothing wrong with Roddy's memory, but the mistake was the "time". The crossing point that he planned to cross the river was created after the cold current of the winter of 589 froze the entire river. In April of 589, there was nothing here!
The key to the execution of this plan was to grasp the timing. However, because of a small mistake by Roddy, it directly caused the entire troops to be unable to cross the river on time, and they had to spend time to find a more suitable crossing point …
If it wasn't for his quick wit to get Nokia to find a shallow water region in the river where they could barely cross the river, it was likely that they would not be able to reach this place in time until Wellington's troops were caught up!
However, the troops that had used all their strength to reach this place were still a step too late. The Chamber of Commerce's camp was surrounded by the enemy, and the main force had no choice but to break through the encirclement … In Roddy's eyes, this result only meant that his troops would suffer a large number of casualties!
That was why he was extremely angry at this moment. Facing the enemies in front of him, he did not have the slightest bit of calmness. He was so manic that he only wanted to find a target to vent his anger on.
Behind the carriages in the camp, Harry and the rest fought as they retreated. They relied on their slight advantage in strength and equipment to resist the enemy's encirclement, but it was obvious that they were unable to deal with the enemies that were several times their size. The remaining tens of people had already retreated back to back to the center of the camp. Buffon's left arm had a large cut, and the curved blade that was tied to his right hand had long been broken. Harry's hands were even more powerless, and he could only raise his shield to block the attacks for his comrades behind him. However, because of this, his body had already been pierced by a few swords, and fresh blood flowed down his armor, causing his face to become increasingly pale …
"Be careful to the left!"
Fatty felt that he could not hold on any longer, but he still tried his best to remind Buffon and the others of the direction to defend. They were not afraid of the attacks of different soldiers, but what they were most worried about was the heavily armored knight with a long spear charging here. However, just as Harry finished shouting this sentence, he found that the knight suddenly turned his horse around, actually preparing to escape!
"What's going on?"
Their vision was blocked by the surrounding enemies and carriages, and they had no idea what was happening outside. However, the deafening sound of hooves instantly shocked them.
Sodelor's troops broke into the enemy's formation from behind, and directly rushed towards the camp!
Knight Barr, who was panic-stricken, stayed here to hold the line, and did not expect that there would suddenly be more than 40 cavalry troops rushing towards him! How could he and the ten or so cavalrymen who stayed here have thought that such a situation would occur? They did not have the time to form a defensive formation to resist, so in the end, they could only choose to immediately turn around and escape.
He frantically kicked the belly of his horse, trying to get it to speed up and escape from the battlefield. Hearing the sound behind him getting softer and softer, he plucked up his courage and looked back. In his field of vision, the cavalrymen who were rushing towards the infantry were abnormally fierce, completely crushing his men, and among them, one suddenly broke away from the group, actually adopting the posture of pursuing him alone!
The other party was wearing leather armor, carrying a strange-looking short bow on his back, but there were no arrows in the quiver, obviously not a threat. Barr held his heavy sword, snorting disdainfully at the swaying giant axe in the other party's hand. Heavy weapons also needed strength to be wielded, and this seemingly skinny fellow, how could he use a two-handed battle axe?
He continued to gallop, and after running for a hundred meters, Barr realized that with his heavy armor, he would definitely be caught by the other party. So, he immediately turned around and prepared to face the other party's attack, thinking that he could quickly get rid of the other party before continuing to escape.
He had absolute confidence in his own strength. Of course, this' confidence 'stemmed from the heavy armor that Viscount Juan had specially made for him. In the battle just now, countless arrows and attacks from the soldiers could not even' penetrate 'his defense, so at this moment, he did not believe that an unknown cavalryman could do anything to him …
So, he charged towards Roddy, face to face.
Barr's gaze behind the heavy helmet was fixed on the other party's neck, and he even thought of a way to decapitate the other party. But when both parties were within ten meters of each other, he suddenly discovered that the other party's body suddenly emitted a faint red light.
Roddy gritted his teeth, and at the same time, he activated the [Tortoise Shield] and [Monstrous Bash] that he shared with Nokia!
The pain in his head appeared out of habit, and along with this pain, a surge of power was quickly transmitted to his right arm that was holding the battle axe, causing Roddy's arm to instantly become thicker.
The surface of the leather armor instantly turned grayish-brown due to the special effect of the [Tortoise Shield].
Barr's expression changed, but it was too late for him to change his attack. He could only desperately infuse his "Battle Aura" into his sword, and while his body tried to dodge, he made a move to attack.
When two enemies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins. Barr, who thought that he was brave, suddenly felt a trace of fear when he saw Roddy's change, and his momentum immediately fell. But Roddy's eyes were like torches, and he completely ignored his opponent's sword. His battle axe suddenly drew an arc in the air, and he swung it fiercely!
Riding a horse was as profound as swordsmanship. Roddy was never good at fighting on horseback. He did not have profound skills or a strong body, and he did not even have a strong plate armor as a source of confidence.
But what he had was … skills.
The battle axe with a red glow slashed across. [Monstrous Bash] was not just a simple increase in damage. The moment the blade of the axe touched the enemy, it would explode with a tyrannical force, directly affecting the enemy's body to achieve a "knockback" effect!
* Ka! *
Barr's sword hit Roddy's chest, but it was firmly blocked by the protection of the [Tortoise Shield].
* Boom! *
The 'Blood Drinker' swung horizontally, the explosive shockwave first deforming the sturdy plate armor. The protruding armor instantly caved in … The axe made contact with the armor, and then continued forward with Baal's body as if it was crushing dry weeds and rotten wood.
Barr's strong body was hit by the battle axe, and because of the huge inertia, his whole body appeared to be in a very strange angle.
When Roddy completely swung the axe, Barr's body twisted and spun in the air, and then split in the middle.
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