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"Attack! We're under attack! "
The captain of the guards in the middle of the convoy rode on his horse and shouted, "Gather the vehicles. Everyone, prepare for battle."
He was also a talent, and he did not panic too much when he encountered a sudden attack. He commanded the convoy to form a circular formation and occupy the middle of the road. The guards used the carriage as a cover, and they all drew out their weapons and guns and waited in formation.
Apart from the last two carriages being caught off guard by Allen and Jorah's Knight, the remaining five carriages in the middle reacted in time. By the time Allen and the others controlled the two carriages, Grar's guards had already formed a circular formation. There were a total of seven carriages in this convoy. Although Grar had a lot of belongings, it was not exaggerated enough to use seven carriages to carry them.
Among them, only the two carriages in the middle were truly filled with treasures and jewelry. The other carriages were filled with weapons and equipment that were sold on the road to deceive others. Even if he had to open the box and inspect it when he passed through the city gate, Grar was not afraid that someone would discover the truth. If it weren't for the fact that Allen and the others had a clear goal and knew what Grar's true goal was, they would not have thought of robbing the convoy when they saw that it was only transporting ordinary weapons.
One had to know that selling these scrap metals wouldn't earn much money.
The captain of the guards raised his sword and shouted, "Who are you? Do you know whose convoy this is? This is the army supplies that Viscount Grayer is transporting for Duke Oban. You are robbing military supplies, which is a felony! "
Allen changed his voice slightly, making it sound much deeper. "Of course we know what we're doing, but you guys, don't resist needlessly. If you don't want to get hurt, scram, or you'll have to bear the consequences. "
The guard captain's throat was bitter. The scene of Allen floating out and forcing back the carriage guard with a single saber was still vivid in his mind. The other party's saber momentum was dense, and he could tell at a glance that he was an expert. There was no one on his side who could fight against such a person. Moreover, the auras of the accomplices who appeared afterwards were all tyrannical. The captain really didn't know where such a team came from.
He wanted to abandon the car and escape, but there was Glar's belongings in the car. If he lost those things, Glar wouldn't kill him. He could only bite the bullet and shout, "I repeat, this is Lord Grar's convoy. Even if you succeed, don't expect to have a good life … "
Jorah interrupted him and said, "Don't talk nonsense with them. Go!"
As soon as she gave the order, a few of her trusted Knight's had already pounced forward like wolves and tigers. Ruo La also raised his gun and fired. Flames flickered, and blood spurted from the chest of a convoy guard as he fell to the ground. Allen shrugged his shoulders and was not in a hurry to attack. With a point of his saber, William and Bloy pounced over.
The convoy guards used the carriages as cover and each of them picked up a rifle or a short-barreled pistol. The gun fired. Gunshots rang out continuously, and the air was immediately filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder. The firepower of the guards was not weak, but it was a pity that they were facing elites. Not to mention the two of them, even those elite Knight s, although they were wearing cloaks, they were all wearing close-fitting scale armor. In addition, they used their full Origin Energy to protect their bodies. As long as they didn't aim at a vital place like their faces, the iron balls of the fire/spear simply wouldn't be able to break through their bodies protected by Origin Energy and scales.
In the blink of an eye, the Knight s had already rushed close to the convoy. The convoy guards had no choice but to raise their swords to meet the attack.
The two of them rushed over from the other side. Welik constantly moved his position, causing the convoy guards to be unable to keep up with the changes in his position. At least seven or eight out of ten shots missed. Broyle covered his face with his hammers and charged head-on. The level of the Highlanders continued to increase, and the nature of their Origin Energy gradually became thicker and rougher. They covered the surface of Broy's skin, forming a layer of Origin Energy force field. The iron balls of these guns landed on his body and looked at the flowers of blood, but they were only superficial wounds.
Broy traded his minor injuries for the opportunity to approach the convoy and threw out a short hammer. The hammer was infused with Origin Energy, revealing a sparkling red luster. The entire warhammer emitted a red light and spun with an intimidating howl. It pulled out a faint red tail of light in the air and smashed into the convoy. The front half of a carriage was directly blown apart, and the three guards hiding behind it screamed miserably and flew away.
One of them was unlucky enough to be hit by the warhammer, and his entire chest collapsed. In midair, he had already breathed his last and died.
Broy smashed through the defensive line in front of him with a hammer, and William seized the opportunity to rush into the gap. The knuckles' fists twitched like machine guns. A series of explosions rang out, and several guards flew out. Everyone vomited blood, and if they didn't die, they would be seriously injured.
The defensive line of the convoy gradually collapsed. This was expected. After all, Allen's side was filled with elites, and the guards under Grar were only ordinary goods. Even the fifteenth level captain was completely powerless to retaliate against the Eldest Young Miss's bayonet under the premise that Jorah had conserved her strength.
Just as the situation was about to be settled, killing intent suddenly surged from a carriage. A deep purple sword light flashed out and went straight for Ruo La. This sword thrust was precisely when Jorah provoked the long sword in the captain's hand. Jorah revealed a tiny flaw that was almost ignored. However, it was grasped by the swordsman who suddenly pounced out of the carriage. He knew that this person could also be considered an expert.
Suddenly, Jorah didn't have much combat experience, so her face immediately revealed a shocked expression. He couldn't care less about attacking the guard captain anymore. He retreated, and at the same time, the bayonet swam left and right, pulling out a saber curtain. The sword that carried a purple light stabbed into the saber curtain like a meteor. It was clearly only one sword, but it produced a series of cries. Jorah was forced to retreat by the other party. The swordsman gritted his teeth and attacked wildly, intending to take down Jorah so that he could talk about rebellion.
He was an adventurer secretly hired by Grar, and he himself had the strength of Level 17. He was even more accomplished in swordsmanship. This was a secret arrangement of Glar. It was originally made for insurance, but he didn't expect it to really come in handy. The swordsman had been hiding in the carriage, which contained most of the treasures in Grar's vault. He was unwilling to make a move unless it was a critical moment. However, the strength of the robber tonight was beyond his expectations. Seeing that the guards were no match for him, he had no choice but to give it his all.
When he saw Jorah give the order to attack just now, he knew that even if she wasn't the leader of this group, she was still an important figure. If he captured her, he would have the capital to negotiate. In the worst case scenario, he would be able to save his own life. Fortunately, he was able to calm down and hide in the carriage until Jorah revealed a flaw before attacking. Sure enough, he gained the upper hand in a battle. Jorah's level was higher than his. However, for a moment, he was only able to defend and not counterattack.
However, the swordsman wasn't happy for long. Suddenly, a hand pressed down on Jorah's shoulder, and Jorah was dragged out of his sword momentum. Another person suddenly appeared behind Jorah. He replaced Jorah's position, and the long saber in his hand suddenly exploded with a ball of bright light. A saber transformed into millions of saber lights that exploded. Instantly, the swordsman's ears were filled with sharp saber whistles, and the air suddenly became three points colder. The opponent's saber energy was oppressive, and his attack was sharp and merciless. It was obvious that he was a veteran of the battlefield. He was not someone who could compare to someone like Jorah, who had an empty rank but lacked combat experience.
The swordsman's pupils narrowed and his sword momentum retracted. He didn't ask for merit, but he asked for no merit, carefully dealing with Allen's attack. Allen let out a muffled snort. His opponent's sword skills were solid, but he was also a good hand. If he didn't need to conceal his identity, he could attack with all his might and defeat his opponent in a few sabers. However, he didn't dare to use his signature saber technique ability for fear of being seen through. He could only use basic saber techniques to attack.
However, Allen's basic skills were also incomparably solid. He used a few saber techniques to chop, slash, sweep, and pick them quickly and ruthlessly, and he poured all of his strength into them. Under such an attack, every time his opponent received a saber strike, it was equivalent to fighting Allen's Origin Energy. Allen's Origin Energy was originally one level higher than his. Under such a collision, the swordsman felt his arm go numb and his strength was not enough.
Another head-on collision. With a loud sound, sparks flew when the saber and sword intersected. However, Allen's steel saber broke in the middle with a crack. It turned out that his long saber was originally a common item. After a series of head-on clashes, he was no match for his opponent's exquisite sword, but it was forcefully broken by the Origin Energy that was fighting against each other. The swordsman was delighted. Just as he was about to attack, Allen threw the broken saber at his face.
He could only dodge, but in such a delay, Allen had already pulled out the dagger behind his waist. The devil's praise was rarely seen in front of people, not to mention that it had not activated its awakening posture. It was like an ordinary dagger. At most, the Devil Gem at the hilt of the saber was a little eye-catching. Allen held the dagger in his hand, and his fighting style changed again. The dagger in his hand became light and strange, very different from the tyrannical saber technique he had just used.
The poor swordsman had just adapted to his previous fighting style, but he didn't expect Allen to change to a dagger. His style was completely different, and he was immediately flustered by his attack. The dagger in Allen's hand shone brightly as he pointed at the side of his opponent's sword and lifted it away. With a clear howl, his Origin Energy skyrocketed, and his entire body crashed into the swordsman's embrace. When the swordsman felt that something was wrong, a trace of coldness came from his hands. Then, a sharp pain assaulted him, but his arms and wrists were pierced by the dagger, causing blood to jump out.
Especially when the tiger's mouth holding the sword was sliced by the dagger, he couldn't hold the sword steadily under the pain. Allen raised his leg and kicked the sword out. Allen immediately gained the upper hand, and the dagger slashed out a dazzling saber light. In the end, the dagger rested on his throat, and the swordsman raised his hands with a bitter smile to show his surrender.
At the end of the battle, Grar\'s guards either died in battle or surrendered under the attack of Jorah\'s knights and William. As for the secret swordsman that Grar had set up, he was tied up and handed over to Jorah. Jorah ordered someone to take him down first, and then the elite Knight opened all the boxes. The ones with swords and sabers were abandoned, and the ones with belongings were all carried away.
The Knights were so quick that it took less than an hour to move all the yellow and white things that Grar had accumulated over the years into his carriage. At this moment, two Knight drove the carriage away first, while Allen and the others tied all the guards together and threw them under the old tree before leaving. This place was located on the main road, and when dawn arrived, someone would naturally discover these unlucky guards. As for whether they were alive or dead under Grar's thunderous wrath, it was none of Allen's business.
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