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Chapter 370

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The battle on the other side was coming to an end.

Allen alone took over more than half of the Raging Thunder Knight. According to the strength requirements of the Emperor team, the Knight standard was usually level ten. However, there were only twenty people in the entire territory of Storm City who met this standard. If the Knight Regiment was established according to this standard, there would only be a few people. As a result, Mo De lowered his standards. As long as he had a level seven or eight, he could join the Knight Regiment. As a result, the quality of the Knight Regiment would naturally decrease greatly.

Those who possessed rank ten Origin Energy could already be considered elites in the Knight Regiment. As for the Knight s in the crusade team, most of them were only around rank eight.

Allen fought five rank eight Knight alone, so there was no pressure at all. His saber power was as heavy as a mountain. These Knight s couldn't even block a few swords, and they didn't even have the strength to raise their swords. In the end, Allen ended the battle with an Ashes Storm. In the blazing storm that enveloped a radius of ten meters, the Knight turned into a ball of fire. They shouted and wanted to escape the storm, but in the end, they were roasted into charred corpses.

Dark Blade's side also ended their battles one after another. They were in a group of two, each dealing with a Knight. Although there were many mistakes due to the battle, they still completed Allen's orders in the end. After all the Knight ambushed, the Dark Blade warriors began to infiltrate the battlefield. Over there, the warriors of the King Of Mountains defended their positions with excellent defense, completely isolating the Gale Infantry from the Raging Thunder Knight.

These tough men did not forget to counterattack while defending. As long as they had the chance, the fine iron warhammer would smash into the enemy's body with an intimidating wind sound. The thin armor on the infantry was like paper in front of these warhammers, unable to defend at all.

After Dark Blade joined the battle circle, the defeat of the Gale Infantry became even more obvious. They originally had an ambush in numbers, but Allen used the limited space of the camp and the tight defense of the King Of Mountains to limit the number of people who could attack. Under the cover of the warriors of the King Of Mountains, Dark Blade used poisoned daggers to turn the infantrymen into corpses. With the Wrath Thunder Knight providing a warm-up and practice, the power of these Assassins could finally be unleashed. Their daggers displayed Regis\'s straightforward killing technique, and they also inherited Belmore\'s tactical guidance. Every saber went straight for the vital point.

How could ordinary infantry withstand the slaughter of these Death Gods? When the Gale Infantry's offense slowed down, the King Of Mountains took the opportunity to attack. As the fine iron war hammer swung, twisted human bodies fell to the ground one after another.

Finally, Ke Wei and the Raging Thunder Knight were all dead, and the infantry was no longer in the mood to fight. The people at the back began to retreat. But just as they were about to leave the camp, ten warriors of the King Of Mountains suddenly appeared. These ten warriors were conserving their strength, while the Fierce Gale Infantry had lost their will to fight. Instantly, the King Of Mountains was like a tiger in a flock of sheep. He swung his war hammer, creating a large amount of blood.

Allen did not attack again. Instead, he continued to order the King Of Mountains to shrink the encirclement. Seeing that the situation was about right, he ordered Dark Blade to withdraw from the battlefield. Then, he switched to the guns that he had prepared early in the morning and fired at the Gale Infantry in the encirclement. In such an environment, there was almost no room to dodge bullets. Even though the King Of Mountains was only defending and not attacking, the number of Gale Infantry was still decreasing at a terrifying rate.

The battle finally ended half an hour later, and the crusade team was completely annihilated. Apart from a few serious injuries, there were no casualties on Allen's side. Before dawn, Belmord returned to the camp. Allen was bandaging the wounds of a seriously injured soldier. Seeing that the soldier had fallen asleep, he quietly retreated. Seeing Belmord at the edge of the camp, he asked, "Is the interception going well?"

"If I can't even complete this, I don't have the face to continue staying here." Belmord smiled.

Seeing that there was no one around, Belmord put away his smile and said seriously, "Young Master Allen, I have something to ask of you."

"About Kira?" Allen asked with a smile.

An awkward expression appeared on Belmord's face. "You know all about it?"

"Kira, her team has been disbanded. I asked her what she meant. She's willing to follow us, but I don't know if you agree. Oh, she's a Level 12 Knight. Her potential should be pretty good. "

Allen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Why should I refuse to join such a powerful and beautiful woman?" But you should know what kind of path we're taking, so I'll only give her fair treatment, but I won't favor anything because of your relationship. How long can she walk and where can she go? It's all up to her. If that's okay, then she's one of us. "

Belmord nodded and said, "Don't worry, Young Master Allen. We all know what kind of path this is, but it's better to have company on this path than to be alone. "

"Then let's do this." Allen walked back to the camp and shouted, "Everyone rest here. You still have two hours before dawn!"

At seven o'clock, the morning light visited Storm City. Just as he left the warm bed, the yawning soldiers opened the city gates to welcome the arrival of a new day. It was still early in the morning, and everything was silent, so the sound of horse hooves could be heard clearly from the wilderness outside the city. However, the sound of horse hooves was a little strange. The sound was intermittent, as if the horse was injured. Sure enough, a moment later, the soldiers guarding the gate saw a warhorse trotting towards the city gate from time to time.

On the horse, there seemed to be a person on its back. The soldier hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the warhorse. There was a Raging Thunder Knight lying on the horse. His fingers trembled slightly and landed on the main artery on the side of the Knight's neck, but there was no movement at all. He immediately shouted in the direction of the city gate, "Not good, someone quickly come!"

A quiet morning was broken just like that.

Half an hour later, the Knight's corpse was placed in front of Mo De. After Mo De saw it, Legg waved his hand and had the corpse carried down. When there were only two people left in the hall, Mo De roared, "What's going on? A demonstration? "

Legg said in a deep voice, "My lord, there's something fishy about this."

"Of course I know there's something fishy about this. Can you tell me who did it?" Mo De pointed out the window and shouted, "And what did you do? You actually sent the corpse here. Do you know how many people in the city will see it and how much panic it will cause?"

"This subordinate did not do his job well."

"Of course you didn't do your best. Where's the crusade team? It's been a day, why hasn't there been any news yet? "

Legg's forehead began to sweat. "They tracked the bandits to Demon Crow Ridge last night. I'm afraid they've already taken down the bandits who entered the country. They should be on their way back now, right?"

"It better be, Legg. Don't let me down!"

"Yes, my lord." Legg hurriedly said.

However, in the evening, when a Gale Eagle flew into Storm City's barracks, Legg's expression was as bad as it could get. The Gale Eagle brought a message that the corpses of the punitive team had been found on Moya Ridge. Including Captain Covey, all the members of the punitive team had died in battle. Not a single one of them survived!

In the end, Legg could only bite the bullet and tell Mo De the news. As a result, there was a storm in Mo De's study, as well as Sir's furious roar. Hearing this roar, the servants secretly discussed. By night, many people in the city already knew that the punitive team had died in Demon Crow Ridge. For a moment, everyone in the city was in a state of panic.

Under such circumstances, another shocking piece of news came the next morning. After the three towns of Tulsi, two more towns were attacked last night. The bandits were even more rampant this time. Not only did they destroy the barracks in the town, they also set fire to the granary and other important buildings. So today, Storm City took in a large number of refugees. Adding the previous batch, the number of refugees who had suddenly poured into Storm City had already exceeded a thousand.

This was undoubtedly an even worse matter for Storm City. Not only was there a shortage of food reserves, but there were also violent conflicts between the people in the city and the refugees. The lives of the city guards became difficult. They had to split into several teams and patrol the city alternately to stop conflicts between people at any time.

What made Mo De's mood even more solemn was that after understanding the refugees who had entered the city today, he learned from their mouths that the number of bandits seemed to have increased. From the previous twenty to thirty people, it had now increased to more than a hundred. All of this seemed to indicate that Dick's father, who had been entrenched in the Bloodstone Wilderness for a long time, was invading Storm City's territory.

The people of the city even held a parade that night. They hoped that Mo De would send a large army to suppress them as soon as possible and take back the land they had lost. All of this left Mo De in a terrible state, so the next day, a punitive team of nearly two hundred people left Storm City under the welcome of the people. That evening, the punitive team returned, but they found that the soldiers were listless and injured. As for the captain and the Raging Thunder Knight, none of them returned.

Legg, who had learned of this situation, personally caught a soldier and roared, "What's going on? There are two hundred of you, two hundred of you. Why did you return empty-handed? "

The soldier smiled bitterly and said, "My lord, we were ambushed halfway." The captain led us out of the trap, but we didn't expect that we would be attacked again not long after. We kept changing our routes, but the enemy seemed to be able to predict the future and could always ambush us at the right place. In just one day, we encountered nearly five ambushes. In the end, the captain and the Knight died in battle, and everyone could only come back. "

"Trash! Trash! "Legg shouted. This time, even though not all of the crusade team died. However, another Knight Captain and twenty Raging Thunder Knight died. Even the Gale Infantry had suffered some damage. However, at such a price, they still couldn't catch a so-called "bandit", which made Legg lose all face.

He went to see Mo De overnight and took the initiative to ask for battle. After a night like this, on the morning of the second day, an army left Storm City. This was a true army, a mixed legion formed by the Raging Thunder Knight and the Gale Infantry. The number of over five hundred people could already be considered a colossus. From this army, one could see the determination of Mo De and Legg. However, it was ironic that such a lineup of troops had been mobilized to deal with a group of bandits within the territory.

Most importantly, this army had drawn out almost all of Storm City's elites. The ones left behind to protect the city were less than two hundred new recruits.

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