Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 724 bombing the car
Each Red Flame God's Punishment Siege Catapult is a giant over 20 meters long. Their body is a square base. The sky-shattering, unyielding tower.

The silver body frequently reflected the red flames from the throwing stones. When the throwing stones flew out, there were often two or three sparks spreading and shining on the body, like falling streamers.

It has to be admitted that this is the artistic beauty that can only be created by the people of Ao San Emma who have the ultimate pursuit of tall things.

However, such a sense of beauty is applied to the murder weapon——

Foster Felix huddled in the shadows, and in his sight, the formation of soldiers of Ost Emma was a square composed of different shades of colors, passing by him, unaware that there were so many wandering Those who have mixed into the position of the Ao San Emma people have even penetrated deep into the hinterland.

He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. If it wasn't for the world of shadows, his panting would probably wake up the sleeping earth dragon.

Infiltrated, they really infiltrated, these Ao San Emma people did not notice at all, a group of "rats" had already entered the team, and were approaching the "cheese" they were guarding——

He saw the famous "shadow lamps" hanging high in the ranks of the people of O'San Emma, ​​covering the avenues.This thing is the world of rogues, it can create fluctuations that can't kill, but can shock the magic power, enough to tear through the camouflage of rogues stealth.

But in the shadow created by Lord Marquis, these sharp weapons for detecting stealth also lost their effectiveness, allowing the rogues hiding in the shadows to move forward step by step, constantly approaching the Red Flame God's Punishment Catapult!
Their team was divided into various teams, and Foster's team was in charge of the nearest Catapult No. [-].He huddled by the edge of a tent, nervously making his hands sweaty and trembling, so he could only adjust his light crossbow back and forth to relieve the psychological pressure.

"The third team is in place."

"The second team is also in place."

"The first team is in place!"

Not too long passed, and as the orders continued to be issued, all the wanderers hiding near this catapult stood up—they all stood near the barracks closest to the catapult to prevent the aftermath of the explosion. affected.

"Reload the scroll." The command sounded, and they took out the magic scrolls from their waists, tore off the glued sides of the scrolls, and then quickly put them on the crossbow bolts and installed them on their own short crossbows.

Foster was short of breath, but his hands were unusually steady at this moment. He quickly completed this series of actions, and then became the first few wanderers to raise the short crossbow and aim it at the catapult.

The rest of the rogues were only a few seconds slower than him - for the rogues, this was actually just a very elementary step, and they knew how to complete it even with their eyes closed.

They raised their arms in unison and aimed at the tall catapult.

"Preparation for the countdown to breaking the hidden, everyone, may the stars shine on you and me—"

"Three, two, one—"

The moment the countdown ended, they all released their stealth status and escaped from the shadow world.Immediately, the screams of the Soldiers of Saint Emma sounded around, but the rogues had already pulled the triggers of the light crossbows, and the silver crossbow bolts carried scrolls. With the stimulation of the magic power, the air gradually became hotter, and The moment the first scroll hit the car body, it detonated violently and violently!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The air wave from the explosion sent all the soldiers of St. Emma who were guarding the catapult flying out. The high temperature of the explosion forced all those present, whether they were from St. Emma or wanderers from La Rochelle, to have no choice. Don't lower your head to avoid the hot air waves.

Foster felt his hair was on fire, and he tried to look up, but a part of the blown catapult brushed against his scalp, and he fell to the ground in shock.He squinted his eyes and looked forward, only to see the catapult that was still standing there just now, but now there was only one body burning in the flames!

It worked, they made it!The sharp weapon that the Osan Emmas used to attack St. Hytel was really destroyed by them!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The rogues from La Rochelle have sneaked in!"

"Where's the shadow removal lamp? Where's the developer dust? Don't let them get away!"

The cries of the people from O'Santa Emma immediately poured cold water on Foster's newly ignited emotions, and he began to panic again: their mission has been completed, but the question is, how should they escape back?

What about the promise made by the Marquis?Why hasn't it been fulfilled yet?
"Found it, here, here's one!"

He heard hurried footsteps coming from behind him, and hurriedly grabbed the dirt, but the speed of crawling was obviously not enough to support him to escape at this time.He yelled and tried to stand up, but at the same time, there was a swift sound of wind. It should be the long knife of the Ao San Emma, ​​and it was about to be cut on his waist—he was going to die, he was going to die To die like this on the land of the coastal plain!
"call!!"

The violent sound of the wind occupied his hearing before the despair filled his mind.

He felt the wind slapping his cheeks, and the sudden weightlessness made him extremely uncomfortable, but when he opened his eyes, he found that those Ao San Emma people who were chasing and killing him were all below him——

below?Why are they down there?The ground, why is the ground so far away?
Flying?He is flying!

The blue air current supported him, like a thin blanket, on which he could spread his arms, roll over, and even jump and leap!It's the wind, it's the wind that is holding him flying!
At the same time, he was not the only one who was lifted into the air, but also all the Rochelle wanderers around him, all the way to the No. [-] catapult at the farthest end, all the wanderers who were still alive were lifted by the wind!
"Nora on top, Nora on top!"

The rogues yelled wildly, even though the Aosheng Emma people below had responded immediately, dispatching the archers in the front to turn around and shoot them down, but it was already too late!

"Long live the Marquis, long live the Marquis!"

This mighty wind carried these hundreds of wanderers all the way across the Ao San Emma's position and sent them into the woodland.

The rogues who landed finally recovered from the surprise, but they immediately put away their ecstasy, and instead used their stealth skills to hide in the shadows—on the way to the woodland, they could They saw the cavalry of the O'Santa Emmas set out from the camp and pursue them.

Although Lord Marquis was nowhere to be seen, he had rescued them from the most dangerous place.If they, as rogues, can't escape in such an advantageous terrain... To put it too much, they deserve to die!

They scattered and fled in all directions, and just a few minutes after they left the landing point.

The young Marquis was standing in the southern part of the woodland, heading towards the camp of O'St. Emma.

He wears a golden crown of skulls, and carries a knight's shield with skulls in his hand, and Adonis' Judgment in his palm shines with a strange luster.

In front of him were hundreds of Ao San Emma cavalry who were chasing towards the woodland.

"Crush him, crush him!"

Unpleasant Ao San Emma's language rang in his ears, he frowned slightly, and the invisible gray luster drifted away with the wind.

A strong Austrian St. Emma warhorse rushing to the forefront was still speeding up, but suddenly its front hooves gave way, and it knelt forward, throwing all the knights on its back off the horse.The cavalrymen of Ao San Emma didn't realize what happened, and shouted to speed up, but what responded to them was that more horses fell forward, and even their front hooves were directly broken, and the white bones protruded from the horse's legs. There was a burst of painful neighing from the war horse.

"It's not right, this La Rochelle man is not right!"

Their forward momentum was forced to stop.The stopped cavalrymen of St. Emma reined in their horses, and suddenly found that the strength of their limbs seemed to have weakened a lot inexplicably, and the whole body became limp...

"Curse, it's a curse!"

Finally, someone understood what they encountered - the curse technique from the cursed armor of Adonis. After Cyril broke through to the extraordinary level, his ability to infect people took a step further.Even Cyril himself didn't expect that the effect of the cursed armor on ordinary soldiers could be so good now!
He raised his sword lightly, and with this movement, endless shadows spread from under his feet, and in an instant, they covered the bodies of the Ulster Emma cavalrymen, firmly grasping their shadows.Realizing that the people of St. Emma who were in trouble tried to evacuate, black shadows had stood up from the shadows under their feet and grabbed these people from St. Emma who were trying to escape!

The shadow's long sword pierced their chests, and the shadow's short dagger wiped their throats. In just a few breaths, these hundreds of Ao San Emma cavalrymen all died in this area that was only two kilometers away from the position. Above the plains!

And the instigator of all this, from the beginning to the end, only frowned and raised his sword.

That's it.

Cyril Adrian stood where he was, looking at the corpses in front of him, the sword in his hand trembling slightly, as if he was reveling in the killing just now.

He could have retreated with the group of wanderers—in terms of the power of the wind god he now controls, in such a wide field, with abundant sea breeze and a lot of wind elements, he can say where he wants to go. Just go, no one can catch up with him.

But he chose to stay here, holding his sword, looking directly at the camp of the Ao San Emma.

Extraordinary.

At this time, he realized how terrifying this term is to a battlefield.

As the word implies, extraordinary level, beyond the level of ordinary people.

But at this moment, as the Transcendent on La Rochelle's side, he has already made a move.

So, can Ao Shengemma's Transcendent level be far behind?
The Red Flame God's Punishment Catapult was blown up right under your nose, and the chasing troops were easily strangled. Can you bear it?
Holding the long sword in his hand, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Because from Nao Sheng Emma's position, a figure walked out on foot, slowly walking towards his direction.

Cyril's eyelids twitched slightly, and he could feel that as the figure continued to approach, the wind beside him began to howl loudly, like a frightened beast, arching its back vigilantly.

To be able to frighten and anger the wind controlled by him under the nose of his "power of the wind god", how strong should this figure walking towards him be?
He took a deep breath, and as the figure approached, he finally saw him clearly.

It was a tall and strong old man, wearing heavy armor, with gray hair and beard, holding a nearly five-meter-long halberd in his hand, leaving a deep pit on the ground with every step.

Cyril's pupils contracted slightly—of course he knew this old man, but he didn't expect that he would come to fight in person.

"La Rochelle's extraordinary. Are you an elf?"

The old man also looked at him, his radiant eyes flickered, and then he said to himself: "No, you are not an elf, you are a half-elf? Could it be that you are not over 30 years old?"

"To be precise, he's under 20 years old." Cyril understood the other party's Ossaint Emma, ​​and replied in La Rochelle without self-effacing.

"Not over 20 years old... I thought that the new queen of La Rochelle was really in a daze and would make a young man a Marquis, but I didn't expect that she would indeed have the corresponding qualifications."

The old man uttered words of admiration, he inserted the halberd into the ground casually, and spoke at a leisurely pace, as if chatting about homework.

"With your age and strength, staying in this impoverished and dull land is a shame."

"Would you be interested in going to O'Santa Emma with me?"

He looked directly at the young man in front of him, and stretched out a hand towards him—this gesture was enough for him to lower his figure, but there was no lack of condescension in his words.

And Cyril looked at the hand extended to him, and suddenly chuckled.

"Laughing? What's so funny about you?" The old man put down his hand, and a look of displeasure gradually emerged between his brows.

"Of course it's because it's too funny." Cyril replied slowly, "Don't you think that the nearly [-] Austrian Saint Emma's army has been stopped for nearly a month on the poor and dull land you said, unable to advance an inch, Is it a very funny thing?"

He watched the arrogance of the old man in front of him rise step by step, and the temperature around him gradually increased, but he still said slowly:

"And, the commander-in-chief of the illustrious Hilaria Army, the commander-in-chief of the Ossa Emma's army that has been blocked for a month and failed to advance, His Excellency Rowell Oberian."

"Imagine, dying at the hands of a young man who is a few decades younger than you, the morale of the army is broken, and the La Rochelle people you look down on are defeated with fewer victories and more defeats, and then wiped out—"

"Isn't that a very interesting thing to do to your opponent?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long halberd flew up, turned into a monstrous cloud of fire, and smashed towards him.

(End of this chapter)