Pioneering

Chapter 185 Three Smiles and Annihilation

In the city of Budapest, the fire is still spreading, and the raging fire is getting more and more severe.

The shells of many buildings have been blackened, and windows have been burned through, with huge flames peeking out of them.

The lanes were illuminated by orange-yellow fires like daylight.

Astor and Wade, the priests of the Fengshen Church, opened the way ahead, and the monstrous heat wave was pushed away by the invisible wind.

The two led the nobles, opened a way out for these defeated generals, and quickly ran towards the castle in the center of the city.

The flames had spread to the surroundings of the castle, the black smoke distorted the air, and the scorching heat was suffocating.

Even with the protection of the moat, the city wall was scorched black for a while.

Inside the castle, soldiers were trying their best to suppress the spread of the fire. They held buckets in their hands and poured the buckets filled with water on the city wall.

The leading noble, Kures, was circling around, looking anxiously into the depths of the sea of ​​flames, with hesitation on his face from time to time.

To run, or not to run, that is the question.

If you run away, you will easily go to the noble court, and you will die, and you will lose your title and reputation.

Don't run, the sense of crisis of death is so frightening.

"Quickly, open the city gate." Kures breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the figures of his acquaintances, and quickly commanded.

After a while, after exchanging the status quo, the nobles briefly expressed their condolences to General Khalil, and then decisively ordered to retreat.

The nobles retreated to the east gate with the remaining 3 extraordinary knights and more than [-] standing troops.

Before leaving, all the nobles tried their best to collect supplies with space equipment, but they only moved less than [-]% of the supplies.

Budapest, as the hub of material transportation for the western defense line, never fell even when it was defeated by the Principality of Igge.

Looking at the mountains of food, clothing, medicine, weapons, armor..., they had to give up with tears in their eyes.

"Why didn't you burn these supplies?" Priest Wade couldn't help asking.

The nobles were vague and prevaricated on the grounds that the fire would naturally burn over.

If you don't burn supplies, then according to the unspoken rules of the nobles, if you become a prisoner, you can get preferential treatment from the prisoner, and your life safety is still guaranteed.

But who has the nerve to explain this to Wade who doesn't know the aristocratic circle?

Astra pulled Laverde's robe, and Wade fell silent.

However, when he quickly packed up his things and was about to leave, Wade's fingers moved inadvertently, and a candle fell to the ground...

Astor sighed, but didn't expose it.

Anyway, both of them are strong in Sequence 3 (beginning of the third order), and it is impossible for them to be caught if anyone is caught.

Everyone hurried to the east gate.

As for the members of the Tomahawk Mercenary Group, whoever has time to inform them, let them fend for themselves.

It's just that no one noticed that there was a crimson flying shadow hanging from a distance in the sky, watching them...

After meeting with Viscount Crowe at the east gate, everyone speeded up and fled to the east. They rode their horses and ran for a long distance. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they could no longer see the burning city of Budapest in the distance.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he fought and fled all night, and the sequelae of fear surged up. Many people, including some formal knights and nobles, also sat on the ground, unable to get up again.

"Where are we running to?" Wade asked a little tiredly.

The sequence priest of the third-order energy, but the physical body is still wandering from the late first-order to the early second-order.

In addition, Wade, who is immersed in the scriptures, is inevitably neglected in riding skills, and he is a little tired after running around in the middle of the night.

Kures looked around, the trees were thick and the mountains and rivers were steep, and he thought: "This should be to the west of Galloping Horse City and north of Riemann City."

Viscount Crowe saw that the spirits and spirits were broken, and everyone looked like they had no fighting intentions. He was deeply worried about whether his family's territory in Clareven Province could be preserved.

Viscount Crowe felt that it was necessary to cheer up people's hearts.

So, he sat on the horse, turned his back to the sky, and laughed.

The nobles looked at each other in blank dismay. Didn't Viscount Crowe lose too much in his family, couldn't accept the reality, and lost his mind and committed a crime?
Kures couldn't help asking, "Why is the Viscount laughing so hard?"

Viscount Crowe stroked his mustache and said contemptuously:

"I don't laugh at other things, I just laugh at the lack of strategy of General Yashai and the lack of wisdom of Grand Duke Yashai.

If it were me, I would be the first to ambush an ambush here, and I will definitely win a big victory.

Isn't it worth laughing when you meet such a foe with so little wisdom and no plan? "

All the nobles looked at each other and laughed forcefully, as if this laughter could bring courage to themselves and the soldiers under their command.

Before the laughter fell completely, a wave of magic power dissipated, and the invisibility technique disappeared. The woods on both sides suddenly sounded drums, whistles rang in the sky, and flames blazed everywhere.

Surprised several nobles fell off their horses on the spot.

The ambush came out, and the leader was Salt: "The defeated general is also worthy of lying about the art of war. I have been waiting for you here for a long time!"

Priest Wade and Astor glanced at the disfigured defeated army, knowing that letting this kind of army go up would not be far from annihilation of the whole army, and it was time for them to show their abilities.

Wade stepped forward and prayed in a low voice:

"O great wind-god, master of storms and winds, I implore you and convey my prayer.

Grant me strength, assist me with mystical powers, and perform your miracles.

Please use your breeze to suppress the storm, use your furious thunder to disperse the darkness of the abyss, use your white whirlwind to break the evil magic, help me!
Feel the power of the wind! "

Accompanied by a brief prayer chanting, cold and warm air gathered out of thin air, violent convection, swirling airflow, and a strong and violent hurricane suddenly appeared!

Sart's expression froze, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and the dark and pure magic power suddenly erupted, and an extremely exaggerated dark long whip slammed towards Hurricane Moss.

Salt, who was already on the verge of breaking through, has already broken through to the third level after absorbing a large number of corrupt officials' souls.

After using this sequence ability, Wade's face turned pale, he looked at Salt, and shouted without looking back: "Go! Go!"

All the nobles turned around and ran away after hearing the words, leaving Astor hesitant, saying: "Wade, you..."

Wade reprimanded: "What are mother-in-laws doing? Hurry up! Your fiancée is still waiting for you to go back. I'm fine, and Riemann City will reconcile later."

Astor gritted his teeth, and ran southeast with the nobles.

Salt leaned forward and joined hands with Wade.

……

The nobles of Detuo gathered in front of a side road again.

At this time, the blood moon was low, the sky was twilight, black clouds covered the ground, and a strong wind suddenly blew up.

What makes everyone even more uncomfortable is that dozens of miles away, Wade manipulated the sequence ability to trigger the battle between Fengxiang and Salt, which actually caused the clouds to gather and the rainstorm to come suddenly.

The sudden heavy rain drenched the armor of these remnants and defeated generals.

Everyone braved the rain for a long time, but now they all looked hungry.

Fortunately, there was still a lot of food and grass in the space props of everyone, and they were about to stop and start a fire to cook.

Crowe gnawed a piece of barley bread with jerky in depression, and asked Kures, who was also covered in mud, "Which way should we go next?"

Kures rolled his eyes: "The road on the left leads to Benma City, and the road on the right leads to Rieman City."

"Then where are we going?"

Priest Astor, who was gnawing on dry food in silence, suddenly said, "Go to Riemann City."

"Huh? But Galloping Horse City is closer, right?" Kures reminded.

Astor stared into Kures' eyes: "I said, go to Riemann City."

Looking at the resolute Astor, everyone could only agree that the current situation cannot do without Astor's strength.

The nobles watched the chasing soldiers rest for a while, so they took off their wet clothes, rinsed them roughly with the rain, then wrung them dry, and dried them with fighting air.

The mounts were also fed with concentrates, and some of the nobles' Warcraft mounts were also fed with meat and medicinal materials.

Crowe sat under the canopy of a giant tree to hide from the rain, suddenly looked up and laughed.

Viscount Narlit cursed dissatisfiedly: "What the hell are you crazy about, Crowe! Just now you laughed out of an ambush and killed everyone's unknown number of knights. Isn't that enough? You're still laughing at your mother!"

Viscount Crowe cleared his throat and cheered everyone up: "I laugh that those Asshais are still not resourceful.

If I use soldiers, I will also ambush an ambush in this place.

If so, even if we can escape, we will lose a layer of skin. "

Baron Kures set up the stage for Crowe and said: "Viscount Crowe is indeed a learned family, the queen of the door..."

Before the sound of flattery came to an end, there was a deafening shout of killing from the front and rear troops. All the nobles were shocked and mounted their horses hastily.

But seeing the flames suddenly appearing all around, a group of warrior cavalry was attacking the defeated soldiers. The leader was the big-eyed soldier John, who was favored by Sartre, charged obliquely with his horizontal ax and spear, and shouted:

"Come on! Brothers, serve Yasha and make contributions, tonight!"

Astor saw that there was no strong person blocking him, he was relieved, prayed and chanted, and a swirling vortex suddenly appeared, impenetrable, as if to completely cover these Yashai warriors.

For a moment, under the shocking momentum, the warriors couldn't help but show timidity on their faces.

Seeing Astor's prestige, the nobles were also very happy, thinking that it could be regarded as a breath of anger.

But there was a hissing sound of piercing gold and cracking stones, a handsome red bird swooped down, and fierce fire feathers rushed towards Astor.

In desperation, the pile of wind vortexes had to carry the fire feathers. John was overjoyed when he saw this: "My colleagues, this is the mount of His Majesty the Pope. Don't be timid, follow me and continue to charge!"

As he said that, he led the army to attack and kill the nobles who were not doing well as trainees and ran away.

Only Astor and the Red Flame Feather Eagle were left in the same place to fight together.

……

All the nobles fled in a meandering way, and the chasing soldiers gradually drifted away.

After passing through the steep and muddy road, the road was slightly flat. Viscount Narlit looked back, including himself, most of the rest of the sparse team were wounded and tired.

Looking back at the points, I am afraid that there are only a thousand or two hundred riders behind, and there is not a single armor or weapon in order.

The Knights around Narlit probably don't even have 80 members.

When he thought that he had brought five hundred elite knights to support him from the capital, he hadn't gained any military exploits, but his underpants were almost gone, Narlit was anxious and angry, and sat in the leopard posture. On the Warcraft, his figure was crumbling.

Seeing that the damned Viscount Crowe seemed to have lost his mind at this time, riding on the red scaled horse, raising his whip and laughing, Narlit couldn't help but get angry:

"Crow, are you fucking cursed? Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh at you @#%..."

Baron Kures hurriedly stopped Narlit who was about to rush forward to beat Crowe, feeling bitter in his heart. My friend, why is he so neurotic today? Could it be that his brother was irritated by his death?
Crowe's eyes were red, like a gambler who lost a bet: "I laughed at the fact that the Yashai people are incompetent people.

If they ambush another army here, we'll all be caught without a fight. "

"Hahaha, that's all! That's all!"

The frustrating laughter was not over yet, a loud cannon rang out, and thousands of infantry suddenly appeared on both sides of the road.

I saw these infantry spread out to protect hundreds of artillerymen, and the artillery strikes like a storm came again.

The leader was Ryan, who was in charge of the Golden Guards. He was raising his command saber, straddling a wolf-shaped monster, and stopped the way.

Soon, the extraordinary fighting spirit knights were all killed and injured, leaving only dozens of formal knight-level nobles struggling to resist.

Desperation will make people frightened, and it will also make people fight hard.

Viscount Crowe, with red eyes, chopped down a little nobleman who was kneeling and holding a knife, and shouted:
"Brothers, we have nowhere to escape. If we don't fight to the death, follow me to fight for a way out!"

Seeing that there were no powerful characters around Ryan, the nobles thought that it would be better not to be captured or not.

After all, even if Yasha really obeyed the rules, the ransom would be too much for a nobleman to be captured once.

Without strong men blocking the way, with the martial arts of these nobles, they may not be able to break out of the encirclement!
Thinking of it, all the nobles drew their weapons one after another, urged their mounts to step forward, and rushed towards the weak point with colorful grudges.

On the other hand, Ryan smiled slightly without any panic, and retreated a little bit, revealing a handsome and holy unicorn: "Please, Your Excellency."

The unicorn snorted coldly, stepped forward, and a dazzling light shone from the spiral unicorn...

Among the group of formal knights, the strongest is Viscount Crowe, who just broke through into the earth knight in a turbulent mood. How can he resist this high-level monster with golden blood?

When the light dissipated, the hands, ankles and wrists of the nobles were precisely pierced, and they rolled to the ground with howls, losing their fighting ability.

Ryan calmly led the "Golden Guards" and tied up these nobles who used to be proud.

"It's no more noble than other people." Ryan thought to himself looking at these tearful nobles who were no different from the corrupt officials who fell into his hands.

Immediately, Ryan pressured the group of nobles to find Budapest.

The furious flames were basically extinguished by the actions of the Asshai warriors, but black smoke and flames sprang out occasionally, illuminating a suffocating scene.

Some houses in the city have been destroyed, and the collapsed walls and cave-like debris and tiles bear witness to this hellish catastrophe.

From time to time, Yashai warriors could be seen passing by batches of standing army prisoners. These prisoners were also disgraced, with many burns, moaning and howling.

Ryan looked up, and Salt was holding a glaring head, and a dark flame bird was pecking at the corpse under his feet.

It was the corpses of two third-order priests of the Fengshen Church.

So far, the resistance forces in Budapest City have been wiped out, and no one has been spared.

Andre Oya opened his door to Yaxia, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

(End of this chapter)