Rolf didn't hesitate at all, and quickly retreated with the elite of the desert bandits.

This is definitely not timidity due to fear of the battlefield.

It's sanity!

The short javelin was thrown, and the momentum sank, and even the tenacious war horse was hit, and the hard skull was completely pierced, not to mention the rider, who couldn't stop the deliberately sharpened blade.

Moreover, if you fall off a horse at high speed, the inertia and reaction force you will receive can be fatal!

Just like now.

Most of the riders were lying on the ground on a writhing way.

The limbs were obviously distorted and deformed, and even if there was a faint scream, it was also a weakness that was not long in life.

These knightly squires from Avilésburg suffered heavy losses.

They had never been exposed to such an attack.

But in the pile of corpses of the horses and riders, more than a dozen figures crawled up, and with the miserable cry, they gradually weakened, and streams of thick red mist visible to the naked eye wrapped around their bodies.

It's as weird as blood is entwined, and it's terrifying!

Extraordinary power.

Rolf, of course, knew that this was not something he could solve.

Even if there are more than 200 desert bandit elites next to him at the moment, it is estimated that they are not the dozen or so extraordinary monsters covered in bright red mist, like blood wrapped in blood!

Human monsters, monsters that can make them all ordinary people, all slaughtered!

But no one is afraid.

Because just behind him, footsteps were heard, and reinforcements in full-body plate armor had already stepped up.

Although the number of people was only 20, the momentum that erupted from the extraordinary power was no less than the dozen or so figures in front of them, who were slowly walking over in the pile of corpses, like monsters.

These 20 people are all from the strongest national knights on the Pander continent, the elite Sarion Lion Knights!

And it's around the makeshift camp.

The elite of the desert bandits had already raised their short javelins and spears, and with the help of the complex environment and obstacles in the camp, they were in a mess with the knightly squires who had already rushed in.

The knights' squires were blocked from charging, and because there were so many obstacles in the camp, they only lingered on the periphery for a while.

Can't rush in at all.

If you want to charge fearlessly and be the first to break the deadlock, it is in vain.

While these knightly squires were fighting hard, it was not only the elite desert bandits who resisted, but also the Sarion lion squires armed with spears or half-swords, gradually launching a counterattack.

In the course of the melee, these Sarion lion attendants who are good at this way are like fish in water.

The action shuttles through the elite of desert bandits.

If you don't stop, the knight squire will fall off your horse.

For a moment, the knightly attendants, who had been scattered on both sides, had lost their orders and commands, and their horses were torn off between the tents and the obstacles, and they were pierced through the throat and abdomen by a sword or spear, and became completely dead.

In the direction of even Nari Village, the militiamen who had originally attacked were all killed back by several rounds of javelin rain.

Counter-ambush during the night attack.

It ended badly.

But there is no mercy on the battlefield.

Looking at the panicked militiamen and the knightly attendants who were shot down from their horses, no one spared.

The javelin was still thrown with a torrent of wind, followed by howls, wailings, and near-death injuries that were so weak that they finally stopped struggling.

Kant just looked indifferently at the militiamen and knightly squires.

Watch them die.

It's war!

Rounds of short javelins were thrown.

Then armed militiamen, dressed in leather armor or without leather armor, were crucified on the spot.

The formation was destroyed, and then the elite of the desert bandits rushed forward with red eyes, howling, and using the spears and scimitars in their hands to kill a bloody path!

Those armed militiamen are no match for this group of bandits at all.

Even if it's well-trained.

But for the elite of the desert bandits, they are still like immature rookies.

With the fixed throwing of the short javelin, the already scattered formation of the armed militia was instantly shattered, and the bandits took the opportunity to rush in to fight in close combat, the scimitar swung with cold light, and the stumps and blood splashed.

For a while, the militiamen who poured out of the village were killed and retreated.

Or rather, the rout that has been killed!

"Kill!"

But the elite desert bandits did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead stabilized their formation in place.

The grain drying field was originally a flat land, but Kant and they were stationed here, and for safety reasons, the tents were not too spaced, but not too large, and many of them were used as low walls and obstacles, and two layers of defense were established.

Naturally, it is the outer line of defense composed of the outermost elite desert bandits.

And the inner lines of defense formed by the Lion Knights and Lion Squires of Saarion to protect Kant!

They can't be too messy.

Because just outside the periphery, the knightly squires were still plundering.

After the charge was thwarted, the knightly squires did not continue the charge, but began to sweep their wings with the help of armed militiamen, using high mobility to deter the desert bandits in the makeshift camp, while dodging the accurate and deadly short javelins.

Skilled desert bandits who can throw accurately within 20 meters.

And the elite bandits among the desert bandits.

Not to mention the distance of 20 meters.

If you throw accurately, you can hit the target at a distance of 30 meters.

In addition, these knight squires did not have the cooperation of crossbowmen, so they did not dare to approach the grain drying ground for a while, let alone see that the armed militia were routed and scattered, and they had no idea of charging.

Even Viscount Gibran was thwarted, and now they don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they have no clear command.

I don't know how to be good!

The night is bright.

The campfires in the makeshift camp are even brighter.

But the cold wind blowing at night in Dongjun led them to feel like falling into an ice cave.

The groans were lowered, but the shouts of killing continued, and the battle had calmed down in the village, and occasionally the knightly squire, who had not long eyes, rushed into the camp of the grain drying ground with red eyes, and then they were locked by several spears, and pierced directly with men and horses.

The more than 200 knight squires who came here are now dead and wounded.

But the enemy has not suffered many casualties.

Everyone was terrified.

Shudder!

This is a caravan disguised by barbarians.

It is clear that I don't know which nobleman's elite troops are gathered here!

Let them suffer a big loss!

But what made these knight scores dare not flee in rout, and just ahead, the dozen or so figures who stood up again in the pile of corpses, weapons in their hands, and a thick blood mist was wrapped around their bodies.

There was Viscount Gibran.

There is the Bertleme Knight.

There are also 3 well-known knights in the castle, who are the status of great knights!

Right now.

This group of people has all condensed their extraordinary strength.

Even the Bertlem Knight is now wrapped in a red blood mist.

Not only him, but the blood mist on the body of the dozen or so knight attendants behind him, who were originally the most important, was also condensing.

A dozen people seemed to have just walked out of the blood-filled world, and the power of that transcendent power almost swept the entire battlefield, making the surrounding knight squires dare not approach or leave.

They had heard of Viscount Gibran's secrets.

Bloody Warriors.

The name it received ten years ago on the north bank of the Resneston River.

Hundreds of people erupted in such a blood mist, and the main force of the invasion of the Silver Plate Kingdom of thousands of people was wiped out.

In the end, only Viscount Gibran survived, and it is said that his face became younger and stronger, and he also became the strongest knight in the face of the Eastern Commandery, and he was one of the best supernatural power controllers in the Lion Principality!

With only a dozen of them, it is estimated that there are no strange troops of big knights in this temporary camp, and they cannot resist.

And inside the camp.

Kant came to the front.

Rolf followed, the scimitar in his hand on his shoulder: "That's them." ”

"Interesting." Kant smiled instead.

Looking at those figures covered in blood-colored mist, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If that guy from Bandak is here, maybe there will be a sense of communication." ”

"Hmm." Rolf also raised his eyebrows: "Listen to you, it's the same kind of people." ”

"Nope."

Kant is the negation.

He smiled calmly and said, "Bandak is an apostle of the underworld, representing the will of the underworld. After a pause, there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile: "But these guys are knights who have been lured by demonic power and thus degenerated. ”

Rolf understood: "Cheap fallen knight. ”

The dozen or so figures in front of him heard it.

There was no outburst.

Instead, it was eerily quiet.

The corpses around, whether they were knightly squires or war horses, were already covered with skin and bones.

The essence blood all over the body was extracted, turning into a blood-colored mist and condensing around these dozen figures, and at the same time, there seemed to be some kind of strange power descending in this void, more and more penetrating the space, transmitting here.

If the mages were here, they might be able to perceive that this power is coming from underground.

But Kant still knew the true source of this power.

Abyssal Demon!

This is why, Kant says that Bandak understands.

And just ahead, those figures shrouded in blood-colored mist finally began to move, slowly stepping forward, stepping on the corpses of the horses and riders, but there was a crisp click.

The skinny corpses crumbled under stress.

Just a moment.

These corpses are as fragile as they have survived thousands of years!

The essence of life has been fully absorbed, and those dozen or so figures are the masterminds behind this.

Leader.

Naturally, it was the gray-haired Viscount Gibran.

Now he is no longer as old as before, but as strong and brave as a middle-aged man.

Holding his carefully forged knight's sword in his hand, he looked at Kant in front of him, who was guarded by the lion squire and the lion knight in the middle, the red light in his eyes flashed, but the corners of his mouth cracked into a cruel smile.

"Ah, I didn't expect it, Baron Kant."

He laughed and spoke.

The whole person is like the most terrifying monster: "It turned out to be you, I said, it was so easy to see through my sneak attack, and also counterattacked, instantly exposing my current form, I really didn't expect it, it turned out to be you." ”

"Uh-huh." Kant nodded, but did not reply.

Viscount Gibran didn't care either.

He still grinned.

The red glow in his eyes was even worse: "It's just that, Baron Kant, since you have seen me now, then you have to keep this news secret, after all, I don't want everyone to know who I am now." ”