Dawn of the Grey Tower

Under the premise that both sides of the battle are human beings, it is a kind of poetic saying that one enemy is ten thousand. Those legendary enemies of ten thousand people do not mean that they really have the ability to kill ten thousand people with one person, but that they can be heard like giant dragons in protruding these powerful generals or heroes. After two battles, when they saw their people, they fled and fled, staring at the world's spirit and cap. Otherwise, even if the 10,000 people stood there without any resistance, the horrible magic weapon would wear and rust blunt under the hindrance of flesh and bones; and the numb butchers are listed among so many slaughter targets In front of me, I also feel tired and unsustainable. So, how many enemies can one fight against in the era of swords and arrows?

One-to-one thousand may be possible data, but the emergence of this disparate data must be accompanied by extremely special conditions. Usually the number of people who are in the disadvantaged side has extremely favorable terrain or fortifications, such as narrow spaces that can only be passed by one person Road or castle built on a cliff. And in the process of fighting with their opponents thousands of times, these opponents ca n’t use long-range and lethal weapons like bows and crossbows, otherwise even the steel gates may change under the continuous rain of arrows and rain. It ’s run down and hard to make a difference.

What about one enemy? This sounds more real than the first two, and people often believe that there are such strong people in some actual stories. Indeed, in the case of physical strength, skill and equipment are enough to reach far beyond the opponent, this record will be more real than the first two. But the question is, under the influence of using similar weapons and armor without mixing elements such as magic, is there really a weapon that can cut hundreds of people without being blunt and cutting a thousand blades without folding? I am afraid that the conditions required for one enemy to one hundred are also extremely harsh.

If we discuss in this way, the psalm of the heroes will start to fade. But when will people start to think of people who can kill thousands of times by themselves as heroes? What kind of situation makes them look forward to and believe in the existence of such a hero? It is obvious that those who are really **** and need to fight with their opponents who have the same number of opponents need to work harder to understand the meaning of fighting and fighting, but they will not become legends, probably because there are some things that are not true. Let it be accepted.

After all, there are no poets willing to describe the real battlefield. Three to thirty, one to ten, this is not a big deal for the knight knight. They have been asked to fight against their enemies from the day of training, because they are the elite of the elite, after enjoying a few After twice the supply of ordinary soldiers, they must also exert more value than this. But that's when the armor and the mount are complete, and the armor with good defense performance and the mount with the same mind are lost. The only thing that the knight can show the difference on the battlefield is the faith. Faith, there is no way to resist the scimitar. After Lothar used a battle axe to cut down the unknown number of enemies again, the scimitar passed through the chain armor that had been hit too much.

"Poof!" It seemed that I didn't expect my attack to be effective. The silencer who stabbed the Earl and the stabbed Lothar stood for a few seconds at the same time. Under the stimulation of pain, Lothar first escaped from this kind of dullness. Standing, he hit the axe handle on the man's temple with a backhand, and the crisp voice heralded the fracture of the skull. Confirm the wound, okay, it's not the point. But the scimitar used by the prairie people had a very good bleeding effect, and Lothar was already weak. With the red liquid flowing out of his abdomen, he only felt that the battle axe in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

"Be careful!" Stabbing the earl's blade with a scimitar grid, Batu's condition is not good. Unlike Lothar with chain armor, the only thing that can protect the falconer is the slightly thick fur clothing and A layer of fine silk in the clothing compartment. With this layer of silk in place, the bow hitting the body will not get stuck in the wound. But silk can only defend bows and arrows, and can not provide more protection for Batu in the collision between knives and knives. His wounds are densely covered. Although there are no fatal wounds, he does not want to be too far from that moment.

The separated blade fell again, and he slashed heavily on the weapon in Batu's hand to sink his body. The scimitar was not a weapon used for defense. This was told by the elders of his family when he first studied swordsmanship. The scimitar's too thin blade and short handle that is easy to carry and cannot be held by both hands are destined. This weapon is far more powerful in attack than defense. But no way, now Batu had to suffer from this disadvantage, he could not choose to give in, because that would expose the back of the companion to the enemy.

Companion, a few weeks ago, Batu would not believe that he would consider a person who is not a waterbuck or even a non-grassland person to be a companion, not to mention what this man named Lothar did on the grassland border. It still circulates occasionally today. The golden lion with a bear's paw, which is the name that Lothar frequently won in the war against the prairie people when he was young. At first, Batu did not believe that people with this name would follow the gray robe as a guard. After fighting side by side with him personally, he has no such doubts. There is no doubt that Lothar has the skill to calmly defeat the multiple silencers. Therefore, the Falconer cannot allow himself to become a burden.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Three consecutive quick hacks were blocked, and the silencer confronting Batu took a step back to adjust his posture, and Batu took advantage of this opportunity to lower his already numb right arm slightly. Hanging, left hand lifted the short shawl on his body to cover in front of him. This is a signal, just like reinserting the sword back into the scabbard between battles, the purpose is to make the opponent unable to predict his actions, but also mean to make a break. It is a win or a loss, both at the next shot.

The silent person narrowed his eyes slightly, and also pulled up his shawl in response to Batu's meaning. The two stood sideways, and the scimitar holder in their hands was waiting for the moment when they sprang out behind the shawl. The fact that the tip will lift his throat faster. At this very moment, the black shadow flew between the two. Then there was the sound of the machete piercing the muscles. The silencer fell into Batu's arms and stared at his opponent with incredible eyes. He tried to open his mouth that had lost his language ability to say something, but the pierced heart forced him to quickly lose consciousness.

"Saved, what should I say?" Kailas, who stood upright from the grass, turned to look at Batu, who was just the shadow. The cat goblin had a scimitar in his hand that he didn't know who belonged to. As for the thin sword he had originally used, I'm afraid he had left it on the unlucky ghost after an attack and had no time to pull it out. It was precisely because of the machete that Kailas could cut off the silencer's wrist holding the knife handle in time, so that Batu won the victory.

The boy in the waterbuck shrugged his nose. He could see what he wanted to say in the eyes of the dead in his arms. In this duel, he cheated. But on the other hand, war was never a duel, and Kailas did save his life. This kind of tangled feeling made Batu unable to immediately relieve himself, and only vaguely thanked the cat fairy.

"Huh, I said why the three of them haven't come back, it turned out that they came here." On the hillside, two figures appeared next to Nuiza, one in gray robe and one with an incredible sky blue Eyes. The man in the gray robe said with a somewhat helpless tone, and then nodded to the female companion, who tore a petal from the flower in his hand and sent it to the mouth of the gray robe.

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