"My lord! My lord, we can\'t hold on any longer. "A Level 10 Knight ran to Baron York\'s tent in a sorry state and shouted.
Baron York had just put on his gorgeous full-body armor and strode out with his two-handed sword in hand. The Knight said with a sad face, "The other party\'s firepower is too fierce. The guns in their hands. Well, I don\'t know what kind of weapon it is. Its power and firing frequency are surprisingly high. Our warriors can\'t hold on any longer. "
Baron York then shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Hurry up and inform Legg to let them …"
The soldier\'s entire body was trembling. He opened his mouth to say something, but what came out of his mouth was blood, large mouthfuls of blood. The soldier lowered his head. On his unprotected lower abdomen, a vicious knife tip pierced through his clothes. There was his blood on it.
"Damn it!" Baron York pulled up his sword and shouted, "Who is it? Get out here. "
Behind the guard who fell to the ground, Belmore\'s figure appeared. He bowed gracefully to the baron and said, "On behalf of my master, I would like to greet you, Baron York."
York snorted, "Who is your master?"
He winked at the Knight beside him.
The Knight nodded and quietly circled around to the other side of Belmore. He pulled out his sword and roared as he pounced forward. Baron York also took the opportunity to charge forward. The Origin Energy on his body appeared, and the jade-green Origin Energy light wrapped around the giant sword in his hands. The light was reflected by the gemstones on the sword, making it look colorful and beautiful.
Belmore smiled faintly and his body suddenly spun. He didn\'t know what method he used, but seven or eight streaks of black lightning shot out and divided them into Baron York and the Knight. The Knight danced the sword in his hand so tightly that it bounced off the flying dagger. Baron York used his sword as a shield and rushed forward without stopping, slashing at Belmore with his sword.
Belmore was still a level or two higher than him, but the two of them went to extremes. Sir York's greatsword restrained his dagger, and Belmore didn't want to parry it. He floated away like a wisp of black smoke.
Baron York's sword slashed through the air. He took a deep breath and shouted to the Knight beside him, "Go on, trash!"
The Knight shouted and drew his sword. Suddenly, a black shadow crashed into him. The Knight instinctively raised his sword to parry, but it was as if he had been hit by a few galloping horses. He spat out blood and flew backward. When he landed on the ground, he saw that it was a man dragging a black war hammer. The Knight saw his own figure in the man's ashen eyes.
Belmond whistled. "A little slow, Roy."
"You won't die anyway," Roy said expressionlessly before dragging his hammer toward Baron York.
Belmond's figure disappeared into the air like a bubble, leaving only his faint voice. "That's really heartless."
The final sound appeared behind the Knight, and the Knight's entire body turned cold and he was about to jump up. A pitch-black dagger pierced through the gap in the armor and stabbed deeply into his chest from the side. The Knight opened his mouth wide and finally let out his last breath. Belmond put him down and narrowed his eyes. Bloy and Roy had already attacked Baron York.
With heavy weapons as his weapons, Baron York pursued decorative significance, while Broy and the others were models of efficiency and practicality. Both of them were using warhammer weapons. Bloy's Hammer of Forbidden Extinction hadn't been able to wield its true power for the time being, but its quality was still above Roy's warhammer. The two of them danced with their hammers. Baron York had a problem defending, not to mention attacking.
In the battle, Broy let out a furious roar that affected the baron's balance. The Hammer of Forbidden Extinction swept across, and Baron York used all his strength to barely pull back the giant sword to protect himself. The warhammer smashed into the giant sword, and Baron York's silver armor shattered inch by inch. The tiger's mouth split open, and he could no longer hold the giant sword. He could only let it fly out. He took a few steps back before he managed to stop himself.
Baron York panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Broy and the others. They weren't in a hurry to attack. Instead, they moved aside, revealing a silver youth behind them. The handsome youth was holding a rough black saber in his hand and looking at him up and down. Baron York roared, "Are you their leader?"
Allen nodded and the baron shouted, "Then let's have a duel between Knight!"
"Sounds good. Unfortunately, I'm not a Knight." Allen retreated and ten Blazing Battle Soldiers immediately stepped forward. The markings on their rifles lit up and they fired a round of Blazing Fire Missiles at Baron York.
"I curse you!" The baron hugged his head and his eyes lit up by the spinning fireball.
Ten fireballs collided and exploded, forming a thick pillar of fire. The impact of the wave of fire set off a blazing wind, blowing away the surrounding people to continuously retreat. The hot wind pushed Allen's head back. He took a step back and looked straight at the pillar of fire. After the flames gradually subsided, Baron York could be seen curled up on the ground, but that figure no longer had any aura.
From the fire in the horse pen to the forceful advance to the killing of Baron York. The whole process took less than ten minutes. At this moment, a group of thirty or so infantry rushed over from the camp in front of Storm City. Bloy and the others each led five Blazing Battle Soldiers to meet them, using the environment of the camp to fight against the enemy and quickly counterattack.
The power of the Flame Fighting Rifle was many years ahead of the world's guns. Under the suppression of the firepower of these powerful rifles, the enemy's infantry continued to lie down in the line of fire without even needing Broy and the others to take action.
The rough gunshot finally made Legg feel that something was wrong. Especially the explosion that killed the baron, it made the Knight of Storm City feel very uneasy. He sent another group of infantry and even sent a Raging Thunder Knight to investigate.
The minimum standard for a Raging Thunder Knight was level ten. Storm City's level ten index was far above the quality of a Sur City Knight.
Caesar also heard the gunshot and saw the explosion. He snorted coldly, "If this is a trap, then I can only say that their blood capital is too great!"
Caesar raised his crystal spear and shouted at the warriors of his stronghold behind him, "Our homeland needs to be protected by ourselves. Who will charge with me?"
After saying that, he grabbed the reindeer and rushed down the slope. When the warriors in the stronghold saw that they had led the charge, their blood energy immediately surged. They roared and followed behind Caesar, pulling out a black blade.
"Charge!" At this point, no matter how stupid Vajra was, he could tell that it was not a trap, but a rare opportunity. If he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to make a move, when would he wait?
As a result, all the Baymond warriors rushed down the mountain like a tide. The sound of their charge finally alarmed the army of Storm City.
"Damn it, why are those barbarians here?" Legg shouted, "Infantry forward, fire/spear team ready. Raging Thunder Knight, get on your horses and fight! "
Under the night sky, Storm City's fire/spear team set up a formation to fight. However, compared to the rumbling of the Fire Fighting Rifle behind them, the gunshots formed by a hundred or so gunmen were suppressed. However, the power of gunpowder and projectiles was still enough to injure the native warriors. If they hit a vital point, it would be fatal. Only those elite warriors who had already ignited their fire seeds and had Origin Energy around Level 6 or 7 could use their Origin Energy to offset the impact of the projectiles. At most, their bodies would only suffer some superficial injuries.
Even though the fire/spear was far inferior to Allen's and the others' rifles, they still managed to knock down the native warriors. However, the Baymonds had arrived suddenly. No matter how fast Storm City's reaction was, they could only fire two rounds of shots before the enemies and us collided forcefully.
At this time, the excellent equipment of Storm City's infantry showed its due advantage. No matter what, the steel armor and bright swords still increased the infantry's combat strength by quite a bit. In contrast, the indigenous warriors with backward weapons and no armor were using their lives to fill the gap in combat strength between the two sides. Fortunately, Allen and the others' gunshots were not extinguished, and they had a tendency to advance forward, thus creating quite a bit of pressure on Storm City.
The mysterious and rough gunshots, as well as the two infantry squadrons that had left and returned, cast a thick shadow over the hearts of the warriors, causing them to only be able to use seventy to eighty percent of their combat strength. The Baymonds were determined to kill their enemies, and everyone was incomparably valiant. After a while, they were able to fight to a draw.
However, this situation was broken by Allen and the others.
Under the absolute suppression of Allen's firepower, as well as the elite combat strength that was chasing after the baron, the two infantry squadrons of Storm City were taken down in almost one or two exchanges. Especially Allen's Ashes Storm. This move was most suitable for harvesting a large number of low-level soldiers. When an Ashes Storm was released, Storm City's infantry squadron was immediately reduced by more than half. When the people behind him rushed forward, they were completely defeated.
Allen and the others were like a sharp knife that kept going deeper and deeper. Feeling the enormous pressure behind them, Legg was unable to send all the soldiers to the front lines. He could only split up his forces to welcome Allen and the others. As a result, at least a third of the five hundred soldiers of Storm City focused on Allen's team.
The situation was getting worse and worse for Storm City. When a squadron captain came to his side, bathed in blood, and reported the death of Baron York, Legg immediately wanted to retreat. After all, this battle had started because of Baron York. Now that the baron was dead, Legg and the others naturally had no obligation to do their best for Sur City.
Caesar's crystal spear stabbed out with lightning, ending the life of an infantry soldier. He looked left and right and saw that Storm City's soldiers were retreating. He was overjoyed. The crystal spear pointed forward and said, "Continue attacking. We're about to win."
As he spoke, he led the warriors of the clan to the next position. In the midst of the fierce battle, Baku's miserable screams came from behind him. Caesar turned around and saw Baku pulling back his saber from an infantry soldier, but his chest had also been torn open by the other party. Caesar hurriedly stepped forward and supported Baku, "Are you alright, brother?"
"I'm fine." Baku shook his head and whispered in Caesar's ear, "But you must die here tonight, under their swords!"
Caesar could tell that Baku's tone was not good, but before he could react, his lower abdomen turned cold. Baku stabbed his stomach with his knife, using the enemy's steel knife.
"Why … Baku …" Caesar asked in disbelief.
In the chaotic battle, no one noticed this small change. Baku whispered in his ear, "This is for the sake of the Baymonds, my brother."
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