Chapter 386 Airflow

In the blink of an eye, Carman approached the green-eyed blond man at a speed that Winters could barely react, and stabbed the latter's Adam's apple with a pointed sword, forcing the second half of the green-eyed man's words back into his throat.

Urgently, another merciless elbow directly shattered the green-eyed man's sternum.

It was not until this moment that the sound of Ernst Fuller falling without support reached other people's ears.

It was also until this moment that Winters, Winters' guards, and the four masks regained consciousness and made the next move.

Kaman had already killed him, and Winters entered the spell-casting state without hesitation.

However, what the third hand reported back was not the familiar phantom pain, but some kind of indescribable, unbearable tearing pain.

The sudden, unbearable severe pain seemed to tear Winters into pieces. He convulsed and fell. Another Dussac guard couldn't help but exclaimed, and immediately drew his knife and stepped forward to help Winter up. Sri Lanka.

Winters trembled and struggled to get up, but within a few seconds, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"Leave me alone." Winters leaned on the ground, gritted his teeth, pushed the guard away, and pointed in the direction of the masked man with all his strength: "Kill them."

In all likelihood, the masked man is the court mage. The duel between spellcasters only lasts for seconds, and Winters doesn't know if it's too late.

However, he saw a strange scene: all four masked men fell to the ground, obviously suffering great pain. The most serious one let out a miserable howl as if suffocated, while twitching continuously.

And Kaman was holding a masked man by the collar, and punched the latter's Adam's apple cleanly.

There were more chaotic footsteps approaching, not in the direction of the hotel - the green-eyed man had other helpers.

Winters stood up staggeringly, feeling that the strength of his limbs had recovered slightly. He drew his staff and sword and sternly ordered his subordinates: "Go back!"

The guard was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded, then strode towards the hotel.

At this time, Kaman was already "dealing with" the third masked man.

Although Winters' limbs were still a little unruly, his mind was clearer than ever before. In one breath, he had already figured out what was going on, and hurriedly stopped Kaman: "Leave one alive!"

Kaman looked up at Winters, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and his voice full of anger: "No one can be left alive!"

Before he finished speaking, he broke the neck of the third masked man.

Winters yelled unwillingly and faced the subsequent enemy with his sword.

All the changes happened in an instant. Before Schmid and Fuller could recover, Winters was already in close combat with the subsequent enemy.

It wasn't until blood splattered on him that Fuller realized he wasn't dreaming. The fat white man sobered up in an instant and cried out like he was dying: "Killing people!!!"

It doesn't matter if he shouts, it immediately attracts the attention of others.

Old Schmid was so angry that he slapped the Fuller boy hard, held the latter under his arm, and staggered towards the lakeside hotel.

In addition to the four masked men, Green Eyes also brought a dozen swordsmen. As soon as they realized something was wrong, the swordsmen who had been lying in ambush to prevent the target from escaping immediately surrounded him.

As soon as Winters and the enemy exchanged swords, he immediately understood that they were all good players.

The sword arm that faced Winters had strong arms and fierce attacks. Taking advantage of the length of the swift sword in his hand, he ignored Winters' counterattack and stabbed directly at Winters' vitals.

Winters' staff sword did not have a sword grid that could lock the opponent's weapon, and Winters had no time to entangle with the opponent.

In the blink of an eye, Winters "seizes" the fleeting opportunity and directly grabs the opponent's sword with his cloak on his back.

He firmly held the sword in his hand, not letting it move even a bit.

The opponent was startled at first, but instead of abandoning his sword, he drew his sword and retreated.

In one thought, a terrifying wound appeared on Winters' palm, and his staff and sword pierced the opponent's chest.

Winters showed no interest in fighting. Before the other swordsmen approached, he quickly distanced himself, leaving the other swordsmen to fall to the ground clutching their wounds.

More swordsmen surrounded them, and Winters urgently needed to restore his spell-casting ability, but he did not dare to enter the spell-casting state easily.

At this moment, Kaman dealt with the last masked man and worked non-stop to support Winters.

Unlike Winters, Kaman has no temptations or confrontations. His fighting style is simple, rough and direct. His movements are as dexterous as a big cat, but the power contained in his fists is as terrifying as a bear's claw.

The opponent's swift sword thrust towards him, and Kaman directly used his arm to push it away. He then approached the opponent at an unparalleled speed and smashed the opponent's sternum or Adam's apple with one punch.

It seemed that he was trading his injuries for his life, but Kaman seemed not to care about the injuries at all and just avoided certain vital points.

When Winters dealt with the second enemy, Kaman had already dealt with three swordsmen in a row - with his bare hands.

Witnessing Kaman's "fighting method regardless of the cost" and "unimaginable hand-to-hand fighting skills" to kill his companions in succession, a swordsman suddenly woke up and shouted like crazy: "You are... you are..."

Before he could finish speaking, the swordsman's jaw received a heavy blow. The swordsman fainted on the spot and was kicked by Kaman, breaking his cervical vertebrae.

The swordsmen who are still alive have discovered that they can't deal with the guy holding the sword for a while; they can't deal with the guy with bare hands.

No one has the courage to fight this kind of inevitable battle.

One swordsman turned and ran away, followed by the other swordsmen who ran in other directions without hesitation.

Without saying a word, Winters and Carman split up in pursuit. The Kaman rabbit flew up and down, knocking down two fleeing enemies in succession.

"Can I use spells?" Winters yelled.

Kaman roared back: "That's it!"

The enemy had already run out of the casting radius of the disintegration spell. Winters did not hesitate, tore off two buttons, and fired two consecutive flying arrow spells at the back of the nearest enemy, who staggered and fell down.

Immediately afterwards, he threw his sword at another fleeing enemy. The swordsman, who had already run more than ten steps away, was pinned directly to the ground.

While His Excellency the Baron and his personal priest were fighting for their lives with the strange swordsmen, Old Schmid carried Fuller and ran desperately towards the small lakeside building where there was light.

However, old Schmid was no longer as strong as he once was, and Fuller was fat. He was caught up before he could run a few steps.

The fat white man Fuller heard the footsteps getting closer and knew he couldn't run away. He suddenly broke away from "Uncle Schmid"'s arm and threw himself at the swordsman with a cry - also with the help of alcohol.

"The forge is lost." Fuller howled: "I can't live either!"

The swordsman was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground. The swift sword in his hand plunged into Fuller's thigh, and the fat came out.

Fuller suddenly screamed like a slaughtering pig.

The swordsman wanted to push away the fat man who was pressing on him, but suddenly he received a heavy blow on the head, and let out a low roar of pain.

Old Schmid held up the triangular stone he found on the lake beach and struck the swordsman on the head hard, infuriating him.

Then the old blacksmith picked up the Fuller boy and stumbled away to the stone building by the lake.

There was another series of footsteps, but this time it was not the pursuing swordsman, but Winters who came to protect the two of them.

Seeing the baron coming, old Schmid seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground panting. It didn't matter, it affected Fuller's wound again, and the latter screamed again.

"Quiet!" Winters snapped at Fuller. He cut off Fuller's pants and examined him under dim light: "You're lucky, Mr. Fuller. You probably didn't damage the artery."

Fuller's nose burst into tears: "What...what does it mean should?"

Winters stopped talking nonsense to Fuller and looked at Old Man Schmid: "Old sir, are you okay?"

Old Schmid, who was in a daze, shook his head numbly, then suddenly came back to his senses and pointed at Winters' left hand: "Are you injured?"

Winters shook off the blood on his left hand and tied his wrist with a scrap of Fuller's pants: "It's okay."

A low groan came from a few steps away. It turned out that the swordsman who was opened by old Schmid was still alive and kept making weak sounds.

Winters walked over and saw that the swordsman's brain contents had flowed outside. He judged that the swordsman was hopeless, so he used the disintegration technique to give the opponent a pleasant blow.

He controlled it with precision and didn't cause too much damage. The swordsman's body trembled and his eyes lost their brightness. Winters sighed, reached out and closed the dead man's eyes, stood up and walked towards Old Man Schmid and Fuller.

Fuller looked at "Baron Granach" who was stained with blood on his body and his left hand and forearm were stained red, and finally understood what the guard said - "No one is your enemy within five steps."

Old Schmid stood up tremblingly, his Adam's apple twitching, wanting to say something.

Over there, after Kaman confirmed that all the corpses were dead, he walked over with his sword.

Kaman walked to the swordsman whom Winters had just "liberated". Although the latter was obviously dead, Kaman stabbed the sword in the opponent's heart before walking towards Winters.

"How is Chulin?" Winters asked Kaman - Chulin was the first guard to encounter the enemy.

Carman shook his head.

Winters' heart sank and he let out a painful breath.

He looked at Kaman and had a lot of things to ask, but it was difficult to ask in front of other people. Finally, he nodded to Kaman: "I'm lucky to have you today."

But it was this simple thank you that instantly set Kaman on fire.

Kaman threw away his sword, stood in front of Winters, grabbed Winters' throat with his right hand, and immediately grabbed Winters' wrist with his left hand.

His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, and his eyes were burning with fire. He stared at Winters and asked through gritted teeth, "Do you know who they are?"

That familiar feeling appeared again, that inexplicable sense of pressure and pins and needles.

The last time I had this feeling was on the mountain outside Steel Castle. That time, Kaman also grabbed Winters by the throat and wrist, forcing Winters to answer questions.

Kaman has admitted it himself - he has no magical ability to distinguish between truth and lies.

But Winters had no doubt that if he told any falsehood, Carman would crush his throat in an instant.

"I can probably guess who they are." Winters answered honestly and as concisely as possible: "But I haven't seen them."

Silence, suffocating silence.

Kaman almost bit his lip, but made no move.

Then he asked his second question: "Are you using me against His Majesty's people?"

"No." Winters looked directly at Kaman: "Never."

Kaman continued to stare into Winters' eyes for a long time, then suddenly let go.

The pressure and pins and needles disappeared, and Winters was freed from the danger of death at any time.

However, there was endless regret and annoyance in Kaman's eyes, as if a young child finally realized how much trouble he had caused after causing a huge disaster. He staggered back a few steps, fell down weakly, gasping for breath, staring straight at his bloody hands.

"No one alive," Winters said.

Kaman looked at Winters and laughed miserably. The laughter gradually grew louder, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever.

Old Schmid and Fuller suddenly felt a chill running down their spines.

The laughter stopped suddenly, and Kaman stood up and walked numbly towards Fuller and Old Schmid.

Fuller swallowed: "I won't say anything."

But Kaman didn't seem to hear him and approached Fuller silently.

Fuller wanted to beg for mercy again, but his tongue didn't obey him at all. He was so sad that he cried loudly.

While crying, Fuller suddenly felt a coldness on his legs, followed by a heartbreaking pain.

Kaman directly pulled out the sword from Fuller's leg, wiped the blood from the wound casually, then pressed the wound and chanted in a low voice.

After the ceremony was completed, Kaman walked towards Winters again, checked Winters' left hand to make sure that there was no injury to the tendons or bones, then took out the holy water bottle he carried with him to rinse it, and then started chanting in a low voice as well.

Under the watchful eyes of Fuller and Schmid Sr., the wound on Winters' left hand slowly shrunk until only a faint red mark remained.

Fuller couldn't help but touch the wound on his leg - although it still hurt a little, the wound had disappeared.

After sitting blankly for a few seconds, Fuller rushed towards Kaman, held the corner of Kaman's clothes and kissed him desperately, repeating like crazy: "Saint, miracle, Lord..."

And Kaman is like a walking zombie that has lost consciousness and breathing, numbly accepting worship.

Winters asked Carman worriedly: "Are you injured?"

Kaman remained silent.

Winters directly pulled up Kaman's sleeve and found that some wounds were still bleeding, while others had healed as before.

Priests with self-healing abilities and superb martial arts, Winters thought, were simply the natural enemies of spellcasters.

The light of fire and the sound of footsteps quickly approached the small building by the lake towards the location of several people - reinforcements were coming.

Soon, Winters saw Anna's anxious face.

"It's okay." Winters smiled and reassured Anna: "Don't worry."

Ana bit her lip, trying not to show panic and sadness, and nodded her head.

Winters immediately named two people: "Char, go to the legion station outside the city, tell Colonel Berne what happened here, and ask him to send someone over."

Without saying a word, Charles ran towards the stable.

"Koch!"

"exist."

"Go to the outskirts of the city and find Pierre. Ask him to take everyone with him and come into the city to find me."

"Yes!" Koch raised his hand in salute and ran quickly to the stable.

Two fast horses, one behind the other, galloped past everyone and broke into the night.

Noises were also heard from the main building of the hotel. It seemed that the hotel's messengers and guests had noticed something strange outside. It won't be long before someone comes to find out.

"Send out the sentries." Winters ordered methodically: "No one is allowed to approach. Anyone who dares to break in and kill them on the spot. If you ask, just say it is under the orders of Colonel Berne."

"Yes." The remaining guards dispersed in response.

Winters stretched out his hand to Anna: "Help me up."

Anna tried her best to support Winters' arm with her slender shoulders, and slowly helped Winters stand up.

"I'll help you back." Anna said distressedly.

"No. You go back first, I have to check the body." Winters stood with his cane and whispered: "Tonight is not over yet."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves that had just gone away quickly returned.

Koch broke through the night, rolled his saddle and dismounted in front of Winters, walked up quickly and reported: "Sir, there is chaos in the old city!"

"A mess?" Winters couldn't help but frown.

"It seems like someone was gathering to rob and smash things up."

After hearing this, Winters looked towards the old city of Steel Castle across a long lake shoreline.

The strong wind brought faint cries and shouts, and on the edge of the outline of the house in the distance, dots of firelight could still be vaguely seen.

The night isn't over yet.

[It was so out of context that I was irritating, so I rushed to write tomorrow’s update]

[This is tomorrow’s update, tomorrow’s update, tomorrow’s update...so it’s normal if there is no update tomorrow...]

[Priest Kaman’s true ability has actually been revealed several times before]

[For example, once when Kaman was angry, he asked Winters very directly: "Do you think I can't deal with you because you are a magician?"]

[Also, when Father Carman said "Steel Castle is dangerous, it is not safe for Winters to go out alone", he actually did not mean that other people were in danger...]

[The author myself should not break the joke (OrZ), the most beautiful moment is when the book lovers themselves smile knowingly]

[But because the writing cycle of online articles is relatively long, some of the previous sketchy lines may not be impressive to book friends. So please allow me to take over for you this time (face covering)]

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