The tall old man was still forty to fifty meters away from Laurist when he charged out of the forest. By the time the three guards tried to stop him and had their throats slit, the distance had already shortened to thirty meters. By the time the old man rushed forward as one with his sword, the remaining distance was covered in an instant, and the shadow of his sword had already covered the entire field of vision.
Laurist's expression changed drastically. He did not pay much attention to the old man when he first saw him, but in the blink of an eye, a mountain-like pressure enveloped him, Miss Tresti, and Redi. Redi was still fine. He grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood, taking three steps back. Miss Triss's face turned pale, and she fainted on the ground.
Laurist pulled out his sword and charged forward, leaving only one sentence: "Take them away immediately!"
* Clang * The sound of the sword clashing was deafening, and Laurist was sent flying thirteen to fourteen meters away. He felt a tightness in his chest, and he staggered, almost falling.
Laurist let out a long breath and straightened his body, staring at the tall old man: "Great swordsman?"
Laurist was actually able to block his sure-kill strike. The tall old man seemed to be in a daze as well, and this gave Laurist the chance to catch his breath.
"Great swordsman? Let me guess who you are? " Loriste stared at the tall old man. "You can't be Grand Duke Fisablun. A person with a high position wouldn't do something so immoral as to personally assassinate me. Furthermore, there's no need for this. If he wanted to defeat me, he would have led his border guards to fight it out with me on the battlefield. Great swordsman Shandi is a woman, and I have seen her before. As for Viscount Christopher under Duke Fisablen, he is not as old as you. There is a gap of twenty years, and he is a knight. He would not be willing to do such a despicable assassination …
There are only five great swordsman in the Iberian Kingdom, and the remaining two are by the second prince's side. That unlucky bastard Ruince is already dead, and the last one should be you, Great Swordsman Jared. With the second prince's character, only he would send a great swordsman to assassinate me after his army was defeated. Perhaps other kingdoms and duchies have great swordsmen, but I do not believe that they would come to assassinate me for no reason. Don't you think so? Master Swordmaster Jared? "
The guards in the distance had long been alerted, and Aire took the lead in rushing over. However, Laurist knew that these guards, who were at most Silver-ranked, were no match for this old man. No matter how many people there were, in the eyes of a Great Swordsman, they were like a flock of chickens, just targets to be slaughtered at will.
When Aire, Jim, and a few Silver-tier guards rushed forward to attack the reckless old man, Laurist stopped them with a shout, "Back off! He's Master Swordsman Jared. You're no match for him! "
Leurist secretly made a hand gesture, indicating that the Great Swordmaster needed long-range attacks to deal with this old man. They could either get Josk to come over. Even though he was a Gold-ranked warrior, his godly arrows could still pose a threat to this old Great Swordmaster, or they could get someone from the Chariot Battalion to come over. He believed that even a Great Swordmaster would not be able to survive under the concentrated fire of five hundred steel crossbows.
Aire was smart. When he saw Laurist's hand gesture and heard Laurist's shout, he stopped the guards from moving. He retreated and ordered the guards to do as Laurist said. Laurist was relieved. He secretly glanced at his surroundings. Shward had already led Alisa, Zino, and the other children away from the stream at the foot of the hill. They were moving in a big circle towards the Tortoise Mountain camp. Redi had two female servants carry the unconscious Miss Tresti to the carriage. They were about to leave this troublesome place …
"I don't want to start a massacre. You're smart. You stopped your men from sending themselves to their deaths. You guessed correctly. I'm Jared, and I'm here on the king's orders to bring your head back to him. "The old man suddenly spoke and strode towards Laurist.
"Is that so? Then come and try. Let's see if you can bring my head back … …" Laurist laughed coldly. He held his sword with both hands and was ready to respond.
"I didn't expect you to receive my killing blow. It seems like it wasn't luck that you defeated His Majesty. Unfortunately, if you don't serve His Majesty, you'll have to die! " Jared's figure flashed, and the sword in his hand turned into thousands of lightning bolts that enveloped Laurist once again.
Although Laurist spoke casually, his expression was extremely serious. He held his sword with both hands to protect his entire body. He used the simplest and most direct basic sword moves to block Master Swordmaster Jared's endless stream of attacks. Laurist did his best to use the simplest and most direct sword moves to block Master Swordmaster Jared's endless stream of attacks.
Clang clang clang clang clang … … The sounds of the swords clashing against each other merged into one …
In his dynamic vision, the lightning-like sword shadows were endless. They were like raging waves, one wave after another. Laurist turned into a reef and was almost drowned in the huge waves … …
Compared to the Celestial Swordmaster's nimble and nimble swordsmanship, Jared's swordsmanship was thicker and more dignified. His lightning-fast swordsmanship was unlike the Celestial Swordmaster's, which created something out of nothing and was endless. At this moment, Laurist only felt one word: despair. It was as if he was in a world of swords. This world was filled with a storm of swords, and the entire world was filled with swords that could shatter the void. In this long period of time, Loriste could only parry and defend bitterly …
"Break!" Suddenly, he heard Laurist's shout. His figure split into two, and Laurist was sent flying again. He stumbled as he stabilized himself. His face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. There was a long sword mark on the silver steel armor in front of his chest, and blood seeped out of his black robe.
At this moment, Princess Silvia's words rang in Laurist's mind. Even though Laurist had defeated her godmother, he was no match for her grandfather. He would not last more than a hundred moves against her grandfather's sword. Duke Fisabulon was a level 3 Great Swordsman, while Princess Silvia's godmother Sandy was only a level 2 Great Swordsman. As for this old man Jared, he was the same as Duke Fisabulon, a level 3 Great Swordsman.
The difference between a level 3 Great Swordsman and a level 2 Great Swordsman was too big. He could still fight back against Master Swordsman Sandy, but against this old man Jared, he could not fight back at all, and could only defend in a fluster. With great difficulty, he found an opening and launched a desperate counterattack, hoping to force the old man to retreat. However, he did not expect that the old man's opening would disappear before his sword could even reach him. Not only did his counterattack fail, he fell into the old man's trap. If he had not reacted quickly and used his sword to block and retreat with all his might, he would have been cut in two.
Laurist smiled bitterly. It was going to be tough today. He could only slowly deal with this old man until the Chariot Battalion arrived … …
"Good swordsmanship! You're quite skilled. It's hard to imagine that you have such brilliant swordsmanship at such a young age. If my master was still alive, he would definitely take you under his wing and nurture you carefully. Who knows, you might even become a Sword Saint in a few decades. Unfortunately, you shouldn't have gone against His Majesty. Today, you must die! "Jared pressed forward with his sword again.
Laurist retreated step by step. His feet felt cold, and he realized that he had retreated to the stream at the bottom of the hill. His eyes lit up, and he jumped into the stream.
When Jared reached the stream, he realized that Lollister had retreated to the riverbank five meters away.
"Come up obediently, and I'll kill you with my sword. I promise you won't feel any pain. No matter how much you struggle, you won't be able to escape." The old man shook his head and sighed, as if he did not think that Laurist's struggle was a wise move.
"Is that so, old man? Come and try. Even if I die, I'll bite you. Don't forget that you couldn't do anything to me just now. The winner hasn't been decided yet. Let's see who will be the final victor … … "Laurist gritted his teeth.
Jared didn't say anything. The old man suddenly rose into the air and landed lightly on a rock three meters away from Laurist.
Laurist growled and kicked with his right foot. The sole of his right foot, which had been standing in the stream, stabbed into the sand, and the sand, which had been infused with internal energy, shot towards Jared along with some small pebbles. Laurist pushed off with both feet and pounced forward. Since he couldn't defend, he would attack. At most, he would die together with Jared.
Jared did not expect Laurist to have this trick up his sleeve. First, he was covered in dirt from that kick. Although he managed to block most of the dirt that Laurist had infused with inner force, some of the dirt that slipped through the net of swords hit him and immediately tore his clothes apart. His body was in pain, and a few pebbles brushed past the old man's face, leaving two red marks on his face.
Before Jared could fly into a rage, Laurist had already pounced like a mad tiger. He only attacked and did not defend. His sword was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, pouring out a thousand miles in a single strike. All of these moves were meant to kill each other, forcing the old man into a difficult position.
"Clang clang clang clang clang … …" The sound of swords clashing became one again … …
"Ugh … …" Laurist was sent flying for the third time. This time, he did not manage to stand and fell into the stream, dyeing it red.
Jared took three or four steps back. He was not in a good state either. His left shoulder and right leg had two new wounds, and blood was gushing out. The scariest part was his left cheek. It was a bloody mess, and even half of his left ear was missing.
Staggering, he finally stood up. This old man touched the wound on his left cheek and said in an extremely resentful tone, "Very good, very good. No one has hurt me in twenty years. I didn't think that you would actually be able to hurt me. What an unexpected turn of events … Kid, you can't move now, right? Just wait and see how I'll deal with you after I catch you. I'll make you regret ever being born into this world. I swear I won't rest until you beg me to show mercy and kill you … …"
Laurist struggled a few times before finally crawling to his feet. He half-knelt on the ground, his body covered in sword wounds. Some of the wounds had even been soaked in the water until their flesh had turned white, and his bones could already be seen …
"Kill!" A Silver-tier guard who was eager to save his master charged forward with his sword glinting with silver light. The old man moved lightly, and with a flash of his sword, this Silver-tier guard fell head first into the stream. Blood flowed along the stream.
However, after killing this Silver-tier guard, dozens of other Silver-tier guards swarmed forward. These guards had disregarded Ell's attempts to stop them when Laurist attacked Jared, and they used their advantage in numbers to charge forward. However, thirty to forty Silver-tier guards fell into the stream after a while, and the stream turned into blood … …
The greatest success of these sacrificed Silver-tier guards was that they managed to stall for another ten minutes. Laurist finally recovered some energy and was able to stand up again. However, he could not bear to watch these guards die. Silver-tier and Iron-tier guards raising their swords and charging at a Great Swordmaster was not bravery, but death. Laurist had only brought a company of a hundred guards for this barbecue, and almost half of them had died at the hands of this old man, Jared.
In the distance, the Tortoise Mountain camp had already blown the warning horn. If they could stall for another half an hour, the main force would arrive. However, to Laurist, this half an hour was already too long.
"Fire!" Ell shouted, and dozens of arrows flew towards Jared. Among them were flying axes and spears … …
Unfortunately, Laurist's Silver-tier guards were not the Longbow Battalion. The long-range weapons they had prepared for this trip were only crossbows and hunting bows. They were few in number and had short range, so they could not effectively suppress Jared from afar.
Jared stood on top of the corpses of the Silver-tier guards, calmly swinging his sword to block all the arrows, axes, and spears. He laughed strangely, "Haha, your family's soldiers are really loyal. In that case, I'll kill them first before I deal with you … …"
Ell and the others were only fifty to sixty meters away from old man Jared. To the old man, it would only take him ten minutes or so to kill them all. By the time reinforcements arrived, he would have grabbed Laurist and escaped.
Laurist stood up with difficulty. No, he could not let the old man kill Ell and the others. He was heavily injured, and would not be able to stop this crazy old man. He had to think of a way immediately.
Looking back at the primordial forest behind him, Laurist cracked a smile and said, "Take your time, I'll be leaving first."
Gathering all the strength in his body, Laurist charged into the dense primordial forest behind him.
Jared looked back and cursed. Killing the guards in front of him was a small matter, but if Laurist escaped, it would be a huge problem. If word got out that a Grade 3 Great Swordsman like him had let an Iron-rank Lord escape, what face and dignity would he have left? This was the first assassination attempt, and if he really let Laurist escape, he would not be able to do it a second time. It was obvious that Laurist would strengthen his defenses, and the old man would not be able to get near him. If he brought out three thousand well-equipped soldiers from his family to settle the score with the old man, even a Great Swordsman would have to retreat.
Jared quickly turned around, his figure flickering like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the forest with Laurist.
Seeing the old man disappear into the forest, Ell and the other guards collapsed to the ground. Facing a Great Swordsman, especially one who had just slaughtered half of his company, it was already a matter of life and death for them to not break down and continue to launch long-range attacks. Half of their courage came from long periods of training, and they were used to obeying orders. The other half came from the conviction in their hearts. They had to save Laurist even if they had to die.
Ten minutes later, a large group of ballistae arrived, along with Josk and Bofinger's men.
Redi leapt up from the ground and jumped onto the chariot. With a swing of his sword, he cut off the supporting pillar of the ballistae and sheathed his sword on his back. He grabbed the ballistae and took three bolts before jumping off the chariot and running into the forest.
Ell's eyes brightened, and he shouted, "Yes, take down the ballistae. Have a squad of three follow them …"
Josk jumped off his horse and grabbed Ell, "Where is His Lordship?"
Ell pointed at the forest, "His Lordship lured the old assassin into the forest. That old man is a Great Swordsman sent by the second prince. His name is Jared. Go and find him, he's heavily injured … "
Josk leapt onto his horse and shook the reins, "Move out!"
Without hesitation, he led the archers into the forest …
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