Kieran squinted his eyes when he saw the gazes filled with killing intent, as if they were swords on his neck.
He saw the castle guards charging at him from the front. He pushed his right hand against the saddle and threw himself forward, kicking out a series of kicks in a semicircle. A series of thuds later, at least a dozen of the castle guards were sent flying by Kieran's kicks. He even knocked down the people behind him, causing them to roll on the ground like calabashes.
Suddenly, Kieran and the others had a clear path ahead of them.
"Get on!"
Lawless, who was riding past, reached out his hand and grabbed Kieran's outstretched right hand. With a strong pull, Kieran somersaulted in the air and landed back on his saddle.
"Hyah!"
Lawless shouted again, and the three warhorses immediately charged forward.
"Fire!
Fire! "
The castle guards were distracted by the commotion and shouted loudly.
Sou Sou Sou!
Arrows rained down on them.
Pak Pak Pak!
Lawless had no intention of slowing down on his horse. The sword in his hand swung left and right, and the afterimages of the sword formed a special defensive circle.
Most of the arrows were blocked.
It was an advanced skill!
Kieran could tell with a single glance that Lawless was using a skill that surpassed the basic level.
The level of the skill should not be too high though.
Otherwise, it would not have blocked most of the arrows.
It would have blocked all the arrows.
Still, it was enough to reduce the pressure on Kieran and Hanses.
There were one or two arrows that slipped through the net, but they were easily blocked by Kieran and Hanses.
Kieran used a spear that he had snatched.
Hanses, on the other hand, was using Lawless' standard longsword from the rebel army.
Unlike Lawless's sword skills, Kieran and Hanses relied on their eyesight and judgment to block the arrows. It was not efficient, but it was enough to deal with the situation before them.
Arrows rained down.
The three warhorses charged forward recklessly.
During this time, Kieran jumped off his horse several times to clear the 'obstacles'.
Regardless of whether it was the castle guards or the rebel army, anyone who stood in Kieran's way was wiped out by Kieran one by one.
Lawless transformed the sword in his hand into a sturdy shield, allowing the three of them to reach the castle gate without any worries.
But when he saw the tightly shut castle gate, he felt a chill run down his spine.
When they saw the dozen or so castle guards standing on the city walls with bows and arrows in hand, Kieran and the other two frowned at the same time.
Right now, the castle was in a complete mess.
However, there were still some guards who stayed at their posts and did not leave their posts.
There were only two explanations.
First, a coward who used 'perseverance' as an excuse.
Second, the elites who did not lose their composure due to panic.
Looking at the calm faces of the guards, Kieran leaned towards the latter.
But that wasn't the reason Kieran gave up on leaving the castle.
"Cover me!"
"I'll go open the gate!"
Kieran shouted and jumped off his horse again, dashing towards the castle gate.
As Kieran charged forward, Lawless jumped up from his horse and blocked all the arrows that were fired at Kieran, allowing Kieran to reach the castle gate safely.
The castle gate was made up of two parts.
The first part was the traditional gate.
There were two doors on the left and one on the right. Each door was as tall as three or four people and more than three meters wide.
It required two to three grown men to work together to open it.
Although Kieran was injured, it was still easy for him to open the gate.
Kieran easily pulled one of the gates open.
At the same time, Hans led the three warhorses and hid in the hole beneath the city gate.
Through the gate, Kieran could clearly see that they had to face the second part of the castle gate: the suspension bridge.
The suspension bridge was lifted by a millstone-sized metal winch.
A metal handle as thick as a grown man's thigh was stuck in the middle of the winch, keeping the suspension bridge from falling.
Kieran didn't hesitate.
He strode towards the winch.
Lifting the suspension bridge would take a lot of time and effort, but lowering it was a piece of cake.
All he had to do was move the thick metal handle.
However, when Kieran was a few steps away from the metal handle, he heard an ear-piercing yet familiar whistle.
Kieran immediately rolled to the side.
Bang!
A moment later, a fine iron arrow was stabbed into the spot where Kieran had been standing.
Half of the arrow had penetrated into the ground, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling on the ground.
The Bestowed Team!
Kieran glanced over the arrow stuck in the ground and turned around to look behind him.
The captain of the Bestowed Team, Jorque, was rushing towards Kieran. He nocked another fine iron arrow on his magical longbow.
The bow was pulled into a full arc.
The arrow was like a meteor.
Wuuu!
The arrow was flying towards Kieran.
Kieran held the spear tightly in his right hand and stared at the incoming arrow, trying to determine its trajectory.
However, the arrow wasn't just fast, it was also a little erratic.
There were even layers of afterimages on the arrow's body.
It was originally one arrow, but now it seemed to have turned into three.
Kieran was unable to determine the arrow's trajectory.
He didn't know if the arrow was aimed at him or Hanses.
Or was it lawlessness?
"Careful!"
Kieran warned the two of them loudly. At the same time, he rolled over and hid behind his horse again.
Then...
The flying arrows disappeared.
When it crashed into the warhorse, it disappeared just like that.
It was like a soap bubble.
With a loud crack, it broke into pieces.
"A mirage?
We've been tricked! "
Kieran was stunned for a moment before he understood what had happened.
The man wasn't trying to attack them. He was trying to pin them down so that they wouldn't lower the drawbridge.
Kieran raised his head and looked at Jorque, the captain of the Bestowed, who had already reached the city gate. The sneer on his face was clear to Kieran.
"Lower the drawbridge!"
Kieran shouted at Hanses before charging towards the man.
He wasn't angered by the man.
It was because one of them had to pin the man down so that the other could lower the drawbridge.
Although his left hand was almost crippled and his weapon was a spear that he wasn't familiar with, compared to Hanses, who was on the brink of death and had lost a lot of his attributes, Jorque was a better choice.
Wuuu!
The long spear in Kieran's hand swept out horizontally, bringing along a strong gust of wind with its impressive momentum.
Jorque's eyes were full of flaws though.
The sneer on his face grew stronger.
He could tell that Kieran didn't know how to use a spear at all.
Other than being stronger and faster, Kieran didn't have any techniques.
He was just a brute!
Jorque heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Kieran's comment.
The battle with the rhino had consumed a lot of his strength and energy. If it wasn't for the Grand Duke's order, he wouldn't have asked his men to pin the rhino down. He would have chased after Kieran himself.
Now, he realized that his decision had been the right one.
Jorque was famous for his techniques, so he was best at dealing with brute opponents like this.
Jock was like a soft noodle without any bones. He bent his body to the side when Kieran's spear swept towards him.
Not only did he dodge Kieran's attack, but when Kieran's attack was about to run out, Jorque swung the magic bow in his hand.
It was like a noose. The bow and the bowstring formed an angle, trapping the spear in it.
Jorque exerted force in his palm. Using the bow, he slid in front of Kieran. The bowstring went straight for Kieran's right hand, which was holding the spear.
The bowstring hadn't even touched Kieran's right hand.
Kieran could already feel the pain of his skin being cut.
The bowstring was supposed to be tough, but in Jorque's hand, it was as sharp as a sword.
What would happen when a body of flesh and blood collided with a sword?
Kieran's almost crippled left hand was the last example.
So, Kieran let go of the spear in his right hand without hesitation and took a step back.
Seeing Kieran give up his only weapon, the sneer on Jorque's face almost materialized.
From his point of view, an enemy with a crippled right hand, an injured body, and the only weapon he had lost was too easy to deal with.
It wasn't even worth mentioning.
Therefore, Jorque decided to end the battle quickly.
Hans was already very close to the metal wrench.
Jorque took a step forward and cleverly swung the bow toward Kieran's neck.
He controlled his strength.
This attack would not take Kieran's life.
But it would be enough to knock Kieran out.
An arrow appeared in his right hand. Jorque's gaze went past Kieran and landed on Hans, who was about to place his hand on the metal wrench.
"Hans, you won't succeed!"
Jock shouted out his declaration.
It was the same as his previous declarations of victory.
But …
Sou!
The body of the magic bow brushed past Kieran's hair.
The feeling of losing his strength caused Jorque to be stunned.
He dodged?
Jorque looked at Kieran in surprise.
He couldn't understand how a brute like Kieran, who didn't use any techniques, could dodge such an ingenious attack.
What happened next shocked Jorque even more.
The half-crouching Kieran had actually attacked!
With one hand on the ground, Kieran curled his waist and stood upside down.
Both his feet were aimed at Jorque's chin and face. His curled waist instantly straightened.
His feet were like a bayonet loaded with springs as they stabbed forward.
Bang!
The speed and power behind the kick sent Jorque flying.
At the same time, a creaking sound came from the capstan in the distance.
Hans pulled the metal wrench on the capstan.
When the metal wrench was pulled away from its original position, the capstan spun rapidly.
The iron locks clanged against each other.
Then, with a "boom", the nearby ground trembled and the drawbridge was lowered.
A path to escape from the castle had appeared.
However, a figure could be seen at the end of the path.
Under the moonlight, the figure's white mask exuded a cold texture.
The masked figure!
PS: Chapter 1
Due to an unexpected incident, Decadent had to go out for a bit.
Thus, the noon update and the evening update had been put together.
This was the first update. Decadent was still writing the second update. Strive to update as soon as possible!
Once again, I apologize to everyone!
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