Chapter 441 Fire

This is a war.

Of course Sir Maryland knew it was a war, he knew it was a war from the very beginning, but he couldn't understand what Gawain meant by this sentence at this time - is there anything special about war?

The nobles make declarations, deliver letters, documents, and battles according to ceremonies, call up knights and levies, agree on times and places, set up formations, charge, fight, capture captives, exchange benefits—when necessary, in honorable terms. Duels and oaths decide everything, aren't these wars?

The pioneer sword, which is as legendary as the founding grand duke, slashed again on his knight's sword. The hot flame burning on the blade was almost unbearable, and the black blade burning with flame was unbearable. It reminds me of the dark and corrupt wasteland of Gondor, and the flames on the blade are like the lights that illuminated the wasteland seven hundred years ago - but at this moment, Sir Maryland does not have any extra energy to think and sigh. .

It is said that after the resurrection of the founding hero, his strength has declined, and he is in a temporary period of weakness.

It is said that this long sword has completely lost its magic power after 700 years of slumber, and now it is just an extra strong ordinary blade made of legendary materials.

It is said that Gawain, Duke Cecil, who was resurrected from the dead, almost never leaves the territory, because the dark wound he suffered seven hundred years ago has not healed, and he is still unable to set foot on the battlefield.

Shit.

The power contained in that black long sword is astonishingly powerful, and its every slash or stab is just right. Gawain?? Cecil's moves are hardly gorgeous, even like the most common battle formation Soldiers are as simple and simple. Apart from some basic knight skills, the founding archduke hardly used any so-called "legendary forbidden techniques". However, this simple and simple fighting method made Sir Maryland sweat frequently.

Unlike noble knights who have undergone strict training and rigid dogma, all of Gawain Cecil's combat experience came from the battlefield, from the battle with the aberrations. The aberrations have no knight etiquette. There are no subtle changes in tricks, there is nothing that can be called a routine, and the battle with those inhuman things can often be reduced to the most basic sentence: hit the opponent before the enemy hits you, and ensure that the attack power is strong enough Prevent the opponent from launching a second attack.

This pure "fight" made Jazz very uncomfortable.

He has experienced battles and battles with various powerful enemies. It is not the first time that he has challenged powerful enemies that surpassed him in the noble war. When he was young, he even wiped out the Holy Spirit Plain with only eight family knights. The largest knights in exile in the world - all mercenaries and sworn knights who broke their oath ruthlessly.

But obviously,

None of this can be compared to the magic tide of 700 years ago.

If a general from the eastern frontier was here, he might be able to do better than him...

Gawain found that he had almost completely integrated and absorbed the experience from Gawain and Cecil. Although his control over this body had not yet reached its peak, it was not too bad.

It took more than a year for him to finally recover to a legend, perhaps only a junior, but defeating the high-level knight in front of him is not a problem.

It's just that when facing this high-ranking knight named Maryland, he couldn't help but think of another enemy he faced last year:

The fallen druid of the end of all things, a man named Bud Wendell, the former general of the Typhon wolf.

Although Bud Wendell was finally defeated by Gawain due to the difference in absolute strength, his swordsmanship, which was completely derived from the battlefield and can only be tempered after a battle, still left a deep impression on the latter. Although the high-ranking knight in front of him surpassed the original Bard Wendell in sheer strength because he retained his complete extraordinary abilities, it is a pity that his combat experience and consciousness are obviously not at the same level.

It's no wonder, after all, one is the strongest "wolf general" in the Typhon Empire, and the other is just the commander of Ansu guarding the domestic fortress. This high-level knight named Maryland has done a good job.

A layer of fog gradually filled the river surface. The battle between the two extraordinary powerhouses heated up the nearby water body and turned it into a dense fog. Due to Gawain's deliberate control, all combat impacts were limited to the two warships. Outside the safe distance, even this dense fog did not spread out.

In a brief moment, Sir Maryland and his rival, the Founding Duke, passed by the wrong way, and a huge force was pressing on his sword-wielding hand, causing his knightly sword to almost fall out of his hand, waiting for him to regain control of the balance. At the same time, he found that Gawain's figure had been lost in front of him.

The next moment, he noticed that the fog around him suddenly stagnates. The fog that should have been invisible and intangible has been dominated by the power of the legendary duke. It was "cast" like steel into a huge cage. Under the heavy pressure of this steel mist, it cracked inch by inch, and the knight sword in his hand was gradually twisted under the heavy pressure.

He struggled for a while, then stopped, the black pioneer sword was already pressed on his shoulders, there was no flaming flame on the blade, but there was a suffocating pressure.

The thick fog dissipated, and the oppressive force that seemed to be cast in steel also dissipated, and Sir Maryland looked up and saw the two destructive arcane torrents slowly sweeping the sky - in the arcane torrent's At the end, the shield of the rock fortress is turning into particles of light scattered all over the sky with a burst of roars and screams, and the arcane torrent penetrates the shield that has failed, standing in the black for a century. A shockingly huge crack was cut into the city wall.

On High No. 2, Knight Philip witnessed the collapse of the magical barrier of the Rock Fortress with his own eyes, and he gave the order to fire without hesitation: "The target shield has disappeared, and all artillery fire!"

The single-shot "Justice-I" acceleration gun and the violent "Persuader-I" acceleration gun simultaneously made a deafening explosion. Hundreds of light cyan bullets cut through the sky again, crossing the broad battlefield plain. After that, it heavily bombarded the wall of that black fortress.

This time, all the "Sky Fire" of the Cecil people finally started.

For the first time, the rocky city wall, which was built with boulders and cast in gaps with metal, directly faced the power of the sky fire. The wall bricks that were originally considered indestructible were torn apart in an instant, bursting into the sky with broken stones and scorching metal solution. A few soldiers on the city wall began to evacuate after the shield collapsed, but some soldiers who were too late to evacuate were shaken off the city wall, or were directly hit by artillery fire or hit by gravel shrapnel and died on the spot. The expected defensive counterattack force , at the moment when the shield collapsed, it was gone.

The knights, officers and southern nobles who stayed in the city were in chaos. Even if there were still officers trying to maintain order and the fortress was broken, they could not turn the tide. What was even more terrifying was that the two terrifying energy beams were short-lived. After less than ten minutes of silence, it appeared again.

They kept sweeping across the sky, and the low hum turned into something more terrifying for the Southern nobles than the screeching sound of the skyfire falling. Those beams no longer cut through the city walls for long, but kept destroying the city and its walls. The Mage Tower, Arrow Tower, Sentinel Tower and the upper area of ​​the castle.

All high-rise facilities that can be used as guard positions are being cleaned one by one.

Viscount Mari Oran and Viscount Consco ran on the outer steps of the castle, desperately trying to escape from this purgatory on earth.

The sound of explosions and people's cries came from all directions, and the sky continued to hear the screams of falling fire and the hum of beams sweeping across the sky. At this moment, they once again remembered the terrifying memory on the gravel ridge, and more after that. Terrifying and even more desperate fleeing the wilderness, they have no regard for the dignity and the most basic etiquette of any nobles - all the followers have been abandoned, all dignity can be given up, they have replaced the handymen and grooms in the castle , swept away all the gold, silver and gems in sight before escaping the room, and then ran without stopping on this staircase that seemed to never end.

Another humming sound came from high up in the sky, and the stocky Viscount Mari Oran looked back in horror. He saw a dazzling white beam slowly sweeping across the towers of the upper section of the castle. , where the beam reached, the stone-built tower was annihilated in a series of explosions, and the remaining part turned into a "stone rain" that fell from the sky, and a little further away, it was the original roof of the castle— —It was also swept away by the beam and disappeared.

Although I don't know why the Cecil people never bombed the castle area with skyfire, but only swept the upper floors of the castle with light beams, but Viscount Mali?? Viscount Oran and Viscount Consco did not dare to think about this at this time. Shocked by the power of terror, the only thought was to turn around quickly and continue fleeing towards the north.

They ran over the stairs, over a path, through the already chaotic inner city, and gradually approached the northern gate of the rock fortress - here, the Cecil offensive became slightly weaker, because the linear beams After crossing the high city wall, the lower northern city could not be swept away, and the Cecilians never bombed here, but the two viscounts still did not dare to stop.

They continued to run forward, panting violently as they ran. The gold, silver and precious stones in their arms were now extremely heavy. These things that were supposed to give them hope now consume them every step of the way. times the physical strength, but the northern wall of the fortress is already in sight.

A pungent breath entered Viscount Consco's nostrils. He couldn't help but glanced around quickly as he ran. In his sight, thick smoke and flames were rising from several nearby military facilities. .

This is fire from nowhere... Someone set fire in the city... The fortress, which is already chaotic and on the verge of collapse, will plunge into the abyss after these fires burn.

But it has nothing to do with him.

"I...I can't run anymore..." Viscount Mari Oran, who was already weak, said intermittently beside him, his breath became more and more chaotic, "You...you wait for me... "

Viscount Conscoe looked back at Viscount Mari Oran, but he hardly paused or even spoke.

Saying more words now is a waste of life-saving stamina.

The fire in the city was burning more and more vigorously, and black smoke columns were rising from more places, as if hundreds of people were setting fires in the inner city. He still persisted in the thick smoke, because the city wall was only a few hundred meters away according to him.

Only two hundred meters away.

Only one hundred meters left.

Life is near, and the way to escape from hell is there. At this moment, even Viscount Mari Oran, who is next to him, regained his strength and accelerated to keep up with Viscount Conscoe's footsteps.

In the smoke and dust, Viscount Consco vaguely saw that there were some figures standing in front, standing on the only way to the north gate.

After running close, he finally saw the face of the figure clearly, it was Ms. Ropeni Gren.

The Countess stood there, with a slight smile on her face, looking gracefully at the two Viscounts in groom and handyman clothes.

A blond male elf she had never seen before stood beside her, and not far behind the two of them, stood dozens of fully-armed warriors.

"Gods are above!" Viscount Consco was shocked. Due to the influence of the smoke and his own messy thoughts, he didn't pay much attention to the soldiers not far behind Luo Penny, but exclaimed, "Countess Grant, it turns out that You already..."

"Viscount Consco, and Viscount Oran, Gui'an," Luo Penny bowed slightly, smiling and speaking softly, her words were clearly heard in the ears of the two viscounts, "Look at how the fire is burning today. ?"

Viscount Consco's expression seemed to stiffen for a moment, his tone trembled a little: "Your sentence is..."

Luo Penny ignored him and continued to whisper, "Is it like the one eleven years ago?"

.. m.