The Eastern warriors who suddenly appeared from the forest were all wearing dark red soft armor. The area covered by these armors was much smaller than the standard armor of the Bailey Imperial Army, only protecting a few important parts such as the chest. Under the soft armor was a black combat uniform. They were tied tightly with hemp ropes at the cuffs and trousers to prevent them from affecting their movements. These warriors could be roughly divided into two categories: archers and swordsmen. The former held longbows in their hands and carried quivers on their backs, good at shooting. As he walked, he drew his arrows and shot them, fast and accurate. There was also a gunpowder pistol hanging from his waist. When the arrows in the bag were all fired, it should be the turn of the gun. As for the swordsmen, they carried long swords on their backs and two short sabers hanging from their waists. There were also one or two swords without short sabers on their waists, but they carried two swords on their backs. These swordsmen with two swords were clearly the elites of this group of warriors. There were only three of them, but when they danced with their swords, a Crusader Knight could not take a few moves under their swords before his throat was cut open. Whether it was archers or swordsmen, their attacks were simple and direct, without too many tricks. They were completely skills born to kill.
The Eastern warriors cooperated well, and the Crusader Guards protecting Miro and Vera were quickly reduced. However, in the blink of an eye, the infantry had died, leaving only five Knight s who were still struggling to hold on. The Knight raised his shield to defend, barely blocking a few waves of attacks and killing two swordsmen. However, when the three double-sword warriors joined the battle circle, the Crusader Knight's situation became precarious. Soon, one Knight was killed, and the other was cut into the gap between the leg armor by the longsword, almost removing a calf. The knights' line of defense immediately collapsed, and the other swordsmen took advantage of the situation to charge forward. The remaining knights were separated and killed in two or three moves.
Miro dragged Vera through the woods, but neither of them were combat personnel, so their stamina and speed were limited. In a few minutes, he caught up. Miro smiled bitterly and dragged Vera behind him. "If I had known, I would have learned a few life-saving skills from William," he whispered.
Vera's breathing was rapid, but she did not panic. There was an exquisite pistol in her hand. It was a magical pistol, but its power was limited and could only be used for self-defense. Obviously, an extra gun would not help the situation.
Seeing the warrior approaching, Milo wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked, "Who are you people!? Do you know who we are? Let me tell you, we are all big shots. If we die, you will be torn to pieces by hundreds of thousands of angry followers! If I were you, I would capture these two people in front of me. You can go to the Redbud Ridge to pass on the news. Earl Edward will pay you enough ransom. "
Vera whispered, "Isn't this too embarrassing, Father?"
"Miss, your life is more important." Milo snorted and repeated himself.
At this moment, there was laughter coming from behind the warriors. A few swordsmen sheathed their swords and knelt down. A burly figure walked out from behind them. Unlike these nimble warriors, the burly warrior who strode out wore extremely heavy dark red armor. Apart from the soaring dragon pattern on the armor, there were also bright yellow patterns as decorations, looking like flying flames. The burly warrior dragged a long-handled horse-slaying saber in his hand. A dark red flying dragon was carved on the ridge of the blade. The edge of the blade dragged across the ground, and wherever it passed, a crack would appear on the ground. He stood in front of Miro and the others and shouted, "We are the Fire Tribe's Special Army under Ping Xi Wang. It sounds like you are big shots among the barbarians?"
"Ping Xi Wang? Special Army? "Miro said to himself," I don't understand a single word. " Hearing the latter sentence, he hurriedly nodded, "That's right, we are big shots!"
"That's great. Capture them and bring them back to see His Highness. These two fellows should be able to provide us with the necessary information."
"Trap yourself in a cocoon." Vera whispered.
Miro also had a sad expression on his face. This was somewhat different from what he had expected. However, the other party clearly did not consider the priest's mood. A dozen archers raised their bows and aimed at Miro and the others. Four swordsmen took out thick ropes and walked over, intending to tie them up.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew through the forest. The surrounding trees rustled, and hundreds of leaves were blown off by the wind and drifted past the crowd in the forest.
The burly warrior exclaimed, "Be careful!" Just as he was about to shout "Be careful", the skin of the warriors who had been brushed by the fallen leaves had already been torn apart. It was those seemingly inconspicuous leaves that easily cut open their throats. Immediately, a group of warriors fell, and blood dyed the surrounding grass red. The burly warrior erupted with a burst of dark green Origin Energy in time, shaking off the floating leaves. Then, he shouted, "Who is pretending to be a ghost!"
A woman's laughter rang out in the woods, followed by the sound of footsteps. A petite woman walked out of the woods and arrived beside Miro and the others. Seeing this woman, Miro exclaimed, "It's you?"
His entire body was covered in an airtight cloak, and even his head was covered in a drooping hat. However, judging from his figure and voice, it was the mysterious woman who had confessed to Miro in the church last night. She whispered, "Yesterday, I received some help from the priest. Today, let me do something in return. Hurry up and leave. I've already taken care of the other warriors. Now there's only this big guy left. "
When the burly warrior heard this, his eyes widened in anger, "You killed all my men?"
"That's right. What? Do I have to report to you?" The petite woman said in a provocative tone.
Miro pulled Vera up and turned around to run, quickly disappearing into the woods. The woman snorted and said, "There's not even a word of thanks. Sure enough, it's not fun to be a good person."
The burly warrior over there had already erupted with Origin Energy and rushed over with his saber. The long handle of the Zhanmadao. The blade of the saber spat out a faint Xuanqing Saber Qi and slashed down at the woman's head.
The woman floated backwards like a fallen leaf and smiled faintly, "Big guy, you know what? This is my home field, so it's better if you don't be too arrogant! "
As he was running, he suddenly heard a mournful scream from behind him. It sounded like a man. Miro shrugged and said to Vera, "I didn't expect that woman to be an expert."
"Don't worry about it so much." Vera said.
Miro nodded and used all his strength to escape.
In the forest, the petite woman raised her head. In front of her was a big tree, but a burly warrior's head emerged from the tree trunk. The warrior bled from his seven orifices and looked at the woman under the tree in horror, as if she was more terrifying than a devil.
The woman chuckled and said, "How is it? It doesn't feel good to have the roots swimming in your body, does it? I told you that the forest is my home field, but you didn't listen. Now you regret it. "
The warrior said hoarsely, "Don't be complacent, bitch. Ping Xi Wang will kill all of you barbarians! "
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