Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 358 The Trend of Two Breads
The dark night was instantly illuminated by lights, and all the surrounding rooms were lit up.And on the roof at the side, the three figures standing side by side landed on the leader of the barbarians in the Northland, which made the latter's heart feel cold——

"Ambush? How did they know in advance that we would come? Could it be that there are prophets? But this is just a small border town, how could there be prophets?"

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but when he spoke, there were only four words spit out from the corner of his grinning mouth:

"Kill them all!"

He raised his long knife forward, and the deputy leader beside him had let out a roar, leading the barbarian to charge towards the shield wall erected in front—but a shield wall of this level was not a threat to the barbarian, they Their strong bodies make them like elite cavalry when they charge, and they can directly pierce the defense line of the shield wall.

Even the Palanians who won the war had to honestly say that the bodies of the barbarians in the Northland were tougher than them.

The broad soles of the feet are running on the stone bricks, and the sound of rumbling footsteps makes people think that they are greeted by a group of wild elephants.

But in the face of this group of ferocious strong men, the shield wall did not move at all.In the Siliki City Defense Division, if these shield soldiers were only considered to be of the middle level among the mercenaries, after experiencing the tempering of the magic plain and receiving training from Atsk, they have already made a leap in combat skills Become the top tier of mercenaries!
At this time, there was a resounding voice to stabilize the morale of the army for them:

"Attention shield soldiers, hold the shield with both hands, lean forward, and use the strength of your body to support the shield! Don't be afraid, there are brothers behind you!"

Rhodes roared loudly to the surroundings. Although his position in the city defense army is undoubtedly the highest level, but at this moment he is holding a large shield that is exactly the same as the surrounding shield soldiers, standing on the front line with them——

The future victim, Rod Sergey, is still unknown at this moment, and he hasn't even experienced a decent large-scale battle, but he has already shown extremely excellent qualities.

From the gap in the shield wall, he stared at the barbarian who was rushing straight from the opposite side, and his strong muscles did not scare him.Seeing that the opponent had already swung the heavy ax and knife in his hand, and he didn't seem to have the halberd standing between the shields in his eyes, he immediately shouted loudly:

"Get ready, hold on!"

"when!"

The moment his voice fell, the huge bodies of the barbarians had already hit the shield wall.The heavy force was really beyond his expectation, causing Rhode's body to almost fall backwards, but he exerted his muscles and forcibly supported the impact.

He originally thought that the colleagues around him would not be able to withstand the pressure of this round of collision, but when he looked around from the corner of his eye, he found that the faces of the soldiers were flushed, and most of them only took two steps back, even With the shoulders and half of the face against the shield together, the majestic will not fall.

The charge of the barbarians, they blocked it!

"For Siliki, fight back!"

Rhodes transformed all the comfort in his heart into the shouted command, then pushed the shield forward forcefully, drew out the sword by his waist, and swung it fiercely at the barbarian in front.

Those shield soldiers didn't seem to think that they could really block this round, and the buzzing sound after the collision was still in their heads, but Rhode's voice woke them up one after another, and each of them drew out their weapons, raised their shields, and blew Raised the horn of attack:

"Counterattack!"

In an instant, this desolate street fell into bloody hand-to-hand combat.At first glance, the barbarians from the North had the upper hand, but if you look closely, you will see their hairstyles. Most of the barbarians' movements are open and closed, but they can't use their hands and feet in such an environment, and they are extremely easy to accidentally injure their colleagues.

And the terrain restrictions like streets also allow the city defense army to bear less defensive pressure.The two sides were crowded, and they were evenly matched for a while.

The leader who did not move at the rear was surprised that his own attack failed to achieve results, and his face became even more gloomy.Everything in this city filled him with resentment at this moment, whether it was the broken city walls, the old houses, or the soldiers who blocked their progress——

He raised the long knife in his hand, and what the so-called leader had to do was to break the shackles ahead for his subordinates when the tribe was in trouble.But just as he took the first step, he heard a lazy-sounding voice among the three quietly watching on the side eaves:
"Are you really going forward? If I were you, I would choose to retreat now, this is the only chance—"

The leader turned his head and looked, the one who was talking was the warrior in the strange armor. The chubby armor made him look short and fat, but the big sword he was leaning on showed that he was not like his appearance at all. Same "funny".

"Northern people, never stop attacking!"

He fought back fiercely in the language of the northerners, and then raised his long knife.The armored knight on the eaves seemed to sigh, and raised the big sword in his hand, trying to stop him, but then put down the big sword again, and then he said to the people next to him in a relaxed tone:
"It seems that I don't need me, this kid, the action is really fast enough."

The leader's heart trembled, and the tiger's eyes widened in the next second: There was a clear sound of orderly footsteps in his ears, not from the side streets or the chaos in front of him, but from behind them!

He suddenly turned around, but what he saw was a scene of despair:

At the gap in the city wall, a group of soldiers lined up to block the gap tightly.Among the first few figures, a figure who was extremely thin compared to the Northlanders moved forward a few steps, and then the order sounded:
"Fire arrows!"

The moment his voice fell, the sound of the bowstring had already sounded, but three rows of arrows were seen crossing the heads of the barbarian leaders in the north, and aimed straight at the back of the barbarians in the fierce battle.

The arrows were as fast as lightning, so fast that the leader thought he was seeing the best archers in the Northland—those archers could draw the heaviest bows and shoot down three iron-feathered eagles with one arrow.

But the question is, where can we get so many shooters!

These not dense, but extremely deadly arrows pierced through the torso of the barbarian soldiers in the back row in the blink of an eye.The leader watched his subordinates fall with extreme pain, sparks seemed to pop out of his eyes:
"Half the people, come back with me and kill them all!"

He yelled like crazy, and then led some of the barbarian warriors who turned around, and rushed towards the soldiers blocking the gap in the city wall.

At the gap in the city wall, when Cyril saw the barbarian who turned around, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "It's really a barbarian from the north, it's really fierce."

Elina held a long sword in her hand and said nervously beside him: "My lord, our soldiers can't stop them."

"I know. It's a pity, I thought it was a group of Palanian people, and I wanted them to practice their hands, but I have no chance." Cyril shook his head lightly, then raised his long sword, and shouted softly: "New recruits, stay where you are." Formation to block the scattered barbarians."

"Yes!" The captain of the new recruits, Valk from Diodelo Town, immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone, form the formation in place!"

"Meng Feila, let your men keep shooting, don't worry about the ones rushing, just shoot those in the back."

"Understood." Memphela drew three arrows from the quiver, and another round of arrows shot out quickly while speaking.

"Caroline, whoever stepped on your Inu, let the dog bite him later." Cyril turned to look at Caroline, who had a lot of bones scattered in front of her, and pressed her hands on the ground at the moment, Concentrate on it and don't return him.

"Then leave the rest to us."

Cyril moved lightly with his hand and strode forward.Elena understood in her heart, the long sword in her hand was already covered in flames.

The remaining "Amathir's Scarlet Thunder" Shere was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized that the "we" in Cyril's mouth had included her, and immediately untied his great sword from behind, and followed closely .

"Lord Adrian, why don't we compare?" Sher licked her lips. Although she was inferior to Cyril in the verbal conversation, she didn't think she would fall behind this Young exaggerated Earl.

And Cyril just glanced at her lightly, but didn't speak, but suddenly swung the long sword in his hand forward.

"Hey, compare, who kills more!" Shell became annoyed, but just after she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of something falling into the rushing barbarians. People threw it out.

At this moment, Cyril compared three fingers to her: "Three."

After he finished speaking, his figure suddenly twisted, and disappeared from Shell's sight in an instant—this made the latter almost rub his eyes: What is this?sneak?

Isn't this lord a knight?Why is it both magic and stealth?
But time has not allowed her to think too much. The group of barbarians did not stop because of the sudden attack. At this time, the leader had already rushed in front of Cher, and the shining knife light was already facing Cher's face. Cut it.

"Go away!" Shell tilted his head, dodging the knife, and there was a faint arc of light on the big sword held in both hands, and then he swung his arms, raised them from bottom to top, and slashed at the head of the barbarian leader. chest.

The leader didn't expect the swordsman to react so quickly, but how could the northerners retreat at will?He forcibly twisted his body, trying to avoid the big sword and chase forward at the same time. Although his body dodged, the back of his arm suddenly felt a pain, which made his muscles twitch!
And the big sword that the big swordsman swung in the air was being withdrawn in front of him at this moment, the purple arc jumping on the broad sword made the leader's heart tremble again——

Had he just suffered a lightning strike?
"What are you doing here!"

Shell's roar awakened the leader with another swing of the great sword. He put away all distracting thoughts, wielded his long knife, and fought with Shell.

And he didn't notice that in the short breath of his confrontation with Shell, a figure had already turned the barbarians who followed him to counterattack——

Cyril broke out of stealth very skillfully, and killed a barbarian instantly with the first sword shot.The skills of these northern fighters can only be described as "rough", but their reflexes and ferocity are not possessed by the army of La Rochelle.

Almost the moment he appeared, the heavy weapons in the hands of the surrounding barbarians were already waving towards Cyril, but they didn't realize that the movements in their hands seemed to have slowed down so much that the blow The power of it can't be compared with usual at all!
Hysteresis halo!

The place where this aura can be most effective is undoubtedly this kind of time when you are deeply trapped in the enemy group.The slowing effect this brought to the enemy allowed Cyril to walk out of the siege at a leisurely pace, and then the long sword in his hand instantly intertwined with the light of a cross, piercing the throat of one of the barbarians.

"Five!"

He yelled loudly, making Shell outside feel angry and anxious. He increased his strength in his hands and launched a rush attack on the barbarian leader.

And this Cyril has entangled most of the barbarians, and Alina has already intercepted the scattered barbarians.She wasn't skilled enough, nor strong enough, to even stand one-on-one with a heavy-arms-wielding savage.

But the blond girl just gritted her teeth and pestered her opponent, and the opponent kept uttering strange sounds, a language she couldn't understand at all, but Elena didn't care at all, and just followed what Cyril taught, Fighting hard to draw the sword——

On the roof not far away, among the three squatting, Leonardo and Gene O'Connor looked at each other: "Are we just watching them fight?"

"Otherwise?" Leonardo tilted his head.

"I don't know anything else, but if you stay here in a daze, the lord will definitely fix you later." Atzke said indifferently. Unlike the two, he did not have such a strong individual combat power.

"For Siliki, come on!" Leonardo stood up righteously, "You take care of this side, I take care of that side."

As he spoke, he raised his great sword and joined the battle group on Cyril's side.

And Baron Jean, holding a long axe, began to help those mercenaries who had been tortured by the barbarians, but the more they were beaten, the more vicious they were.

Their joining means that this siege will end more quickly——

More and more barbarians fell, and the total number was only 100. Even if they were all rough and thick, they couldn't bear such an enemy.The front battlefield is surrounded by soldiers and arrows, while the rear battlefield is held back by the ultimate individual combat power.

It has ended.

Exhaustedly, the deputy leader reached out and grabbed a soldier, threw him into the crowd, and then swung the tomahawk in his hand, and was about to kill a soldier beside him when he heard a sharp sound. The next moment, something pierced his throat.

He made a whoo-ho sound from his throat, and the soldiers in front of him rushed up and knocked him to the ground.

He fell to the ground with his head up, and saw where the arrow came from: on the other side of the roof, a figure was slowly lowering the longbow in his hand.

The man with the pointed ears—

That's the elf.

　This is the first time I write such a battle, I hope to comment and see what needs to be supplemented and improved

　　
　
(End of this chapter)