Dungeon Player

Lancelot was sitting at the door of the guild stronghold [For Lao Xia's Night], surrounded by a circle of players. He was already a very patient player, because Lancelot had already done a few things at the door. hours.

I don't know why, but after treating the girl, Lancelot had some subtle changes in his heart.

Lancelot is not the first brother. As a knight, this is not the first time he has met a woman.

He was even exiled by his former lord because of women.

I still remember that when he was under Glamorgan, because he and the wife of the Earl of Glamorgan accidentally shared a room, his clothes disappeared when he woke up in the morning, while the lord's wife was washing them next to him. His own clothes, while ogling at himself.

All this was seen by the Earl of Glamorgan who came in later.

Lancelot swore that everything was just because of the wine he drank last night!

Looking back now, I even wonder if someone was setting me up behind my back?

Lancelot recalled the painful memories of the past, and his mood felt as if he had gone back to the time when he got up and saw the lord's expression. Ironically, he was now the Earl of Glamorgan, although his territory was just that of the Victorians who casually used branches on the ground. It's just a circle drawn.

Both Lord Lilo and the Victorians seemed to treat titles, territories, nobility, etc. as if they were joking, but Lancelot knew that they were not joking.

Can such a casual resurrection from the dead be a joke?

These past memories made Lancelot feel the malice of people's hearts, and this malice made him feel chilled from the bottom of his heart.

But today, seeing the innocent face of the injured girl, which was flat and seemed to have no breasts, that pure and pure feeling made Lancelot feel like he was back in his youth, that little girl next door... …

Lancelot shook his head. This was the first time he had seen that girl. How could he have such thoughts?

At this moment, the door opened with a creak, and Elf couldn't afford to walk out while wiping his hands.

Lancelot stood up suddenly, grabbed the elf nervously and asked:

"How's it going? What's going on inside."

"Thank you for your timely first aid, otherwise he might have been dead by the time I came here. He's fine now. I've used healing magic to deal with it. All I have to do is wait for him to wake up on his own. After all, the young man is very young and is very tenacious."

The elf said to Lancelot.

"Very good……"

Lancelot showed an expression of relief,

A group of players roared and prepared to rush in, but the elves couldn't afford to offend them and stopped them outside:

"Don't go in now. The patients inside need to get enough rest. If the arrow were a few centimeters off, it would have penetrated the heart directly. It's a blessing in misfortune. You don't have to worry about Lancelot. I have arranged for two clean The young man who ordered me is taking care of the injured young man, and I guarantee there won’t be any big problem.”

The players were not allowed to enter, and there were immediately complaints. Lancelot's head felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, but it was not because he was not allowed in, but because of what the elf said:

"Wait, you mean young man?"

"Ah, I know girls are more careful, but how do you know that the injured boy inside is not LGBT? If he is LGBT, it is too cruel to let a girl take care of him! Even if he is not LGBT, it is not okay to be taken care of by a boy. There will be resistance!"

The elf couldn't be offended and said loudly.

But a player nearby quickly retorted:

"No, as a normal person, I will feel resentful when being taken care of by a boy!"

"It's appeared! The double standard has appeared!"

"Protesters express strong LGBT sentiment!"

"I think what he said is fine."

Lancelot couldn't listen to the discussion of these players anymore. He just couldn't believe that the one who made his heart beat was a boy?

"Fuck!"

While there was a commotion outside, a "fuck" sound inside the room attracted everyone's attention, and soon a player ran out and shouted:

"That man said that the Duke of York's three thousand cavalry arrived in Shanjin Town three days ago! Now they are coming to attack us!"

"What?! So fast?"

Lancelot was surprised. He turned around and ran towards the castle. The injured man had no reason to cheat on such things. Although he didn't know why he wanted to help Victoria, the most important thing now was to protect her quickly. Victoria, withstanding the attack of the Duke of York.

Lancelot left. Some players followed Lancelot, while other players stayed where they were, hoping to see if there would be any follow-up plot.

And when the free city of Victoria was filled with a happy atmosphere.

………………

"Rumble"

The sound of horse hooves echoed on a hillside not far from Victoria Forest.

The three thousand knights led by York quickly selected the location to execute the battle plan after spending more than a day arriving here.

The terrain here is relatively high, which is suitable for deploying troops here, and there are no trees on both sides. Only 500 people are needed to draw out the main force of the Free City of Victoria. The cavalry will charge down in the highlands, and the infantry will cover them up. The victory is basically sealed.

Not to mention that there are only 3,000 people in Victoria Free City, even if there are 30,000 people, they will be completely defeated.

The blond commander, riding a horse, patrolled his cavalry. Behind the knights, there were nearly ten thousand light infantrymen. These were the knights' retinues. When there was no fighting, they were in charge of the knight master. When there was fighting, , can serve as light cavalry, light infantry, etc., and can also be used as logistics.

There were only those steam weapons, and the blond commander didn't bring any of them. In a battle destined to kill the opponent, there was no need to make any big moves.

"John!"

The blond commander shouted to the black-haired knight beside him, who quickly rode over and looked at the blond commander in front of him.

"You sit here and I will personally lead five hundred people to attract them!"

"But Sir George! You are the commander. It would be too dangerous for you to do the bait yourself, so let me go!"

George said righteously, but before he finished speaking, several knights ran over not far away, shouting as they ran:

"Commander! There are a large number of enemies rushing over in the forest!"

"What? What did you say?" George couldn't believe his ears, but soon more and more cavalry who were used as scouts ran out of the woods, and the birds in the woods also took off with a splash, and soon Apparently there were large swarms moving through the woods.

"Everyone is ready!"

George immediately issued an order to the knights who were still resting behind him.

The knights moved quickly, and the retinues quickly took out their long-range weapons. What greeted the Victorians would be a baptism of arrows.

The Duke of York's order was to capture as many Victorians as possible, but from a combat perspective, they could only be captured if they first defeated their opponents and made them fearful.

It didn't take long for the entire camp to get into formation.

The retinues took out their short bows and stood in the first row, followed by other retinues who acted as light infantry. In the middle and on the left and right sides are a thousand knights.

After the battle starts, the knights from three directions will charge Victoria's large army according to different directions and time differences, if the person coming is a large army.

George is not afraid of fighting Victoria. The only thing he fears is that the Victoria people will run away. They will take the initiative to attack. Obviously they have got the news. The only thing to be thankful for is that those who want to escape, even if they sacrifice part of their people to come to the rear, they will not be able to fight. They will take the initiative to attack like this, so the possibility of them escaping is not particularly high.

The staff at the back of the camp also walked out of the tent. Apparently they heard the commotion around them. Soon, several people came to him with horses. He was just with the army to check the situation and would not participate in the battle. Soon he led the horses to him. The horses left the camp.

John rode his horse and walked to George's side. Looking at the very moving forest in front of him, he smiled and said:

"They are really a group of guys who are not afraid of death. They actually took the initiative to attack us. But I didn't expect that someone would come to tip off the news. It must be someone from Goldsmith Town."

"Let's talk about it later. The opponent must have a lot of people. Get ready to fight, John."

George said to John.

John nodded, put down his metal mask, then rode his horse and ran towards the cavalry phalanx on the left.

And in front of them, in the forest of Victoria, amidst shouts of ahhhhhhh or similar, a group of guys wearing messy armors and dirty hair, like savages, rushed out. Most of them are handsome, well-proportioned, tall and short. Of course, there are also some who are ugly and deformed. Occasionally, a few even ride horses, but they can't run fast at all among the crowd.

Such a team, which made people want to complain, actually charged towards the neatly formed army under George.

George couldn't help but turned around and looked at the staff who were leaving behind him. His heart was full of contempt for the staff at this time. Originally, the fear of the other party's return made George a little wary of Victoria, but now just Seeing the opponent's chaotic charge, although the mental momentum seemed good, this was not a one-on-one duel. This was a group battle. With such a formation, one charge would kill them.

When the group of people rushing out of the forest got closer and closer, George waved his hand, and soon a herald shouted:

"Draw the bow! Get ready-!"

The neat sound of bow-drawing sounded beside George, followed by another order:

"put--!"

“Swish, swish, swish—!”

Thousands of arrows soared into the sky, crossed the parabola, and then fell towards the charging crowd below.

In the dark crowd in front of them, a small number of people fell scattered. The remaining people continued to charge with arrows stuck in their bodies. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't they fall to the ground in pain?

George did not expect that the opponent's fighting will was so high. The herald quickly ordered a second wave of arrows. This time more people fell down, but those who were hit by several arrows continued to charge. , no one is arrogant.

George even saw a man who was hit by many arrows and still charged.

Just when the herald was about to order the third wave of shooting, George raised his hand to stop him. He wanted to capture as many prisoners as possible, not kill. Those who were hit by several arrows, even if they are not dead now, will wait until the battle is over. I'm afraid I'll have to die too. When everyone is killed, how will I be able to take these hundreds of captives back?

"Get ready to charge with me!"

The blond George rode his tall horse bravely and walked up to the knights. He raised the sword in his hand and shouted.

The knights were also fighting high. Soon, the blond George put down his mask and rushed out at the lead. The knights behind him also urged their horses to follow, and the whole ground was shaken.

As for the Victorians who were charging over, their eyes turned red when they looked at the iron lumps and the horses on their crotches, and they roared like wild beasts, but George didn't care about this, because in George's view , these people will never survive their first wave of impact!

It turned out that it was exactly what George thought.

The cavalry phalanx charged through the mass of Victorians, causing carnage almost everywhere they went.

The impact of the war horses and the weapons slashed down with speed cannot be said to be resisted by willpower alone.

But the players' fighting will is not an ordinary fighting will.

George was charging on a war horse. Everything in front of him was like paper, but his speed gradually slowed down as he penetrated the Victoria crowd. It even felt a little strange when the horse was running.

As a commander, his combat wisdom, bravery and combat skills are obviously sufficient, and his combat experience is also extremely rich. What scene has he not seen before? But when he lowered his head and saw the scene in front of him, he was shocked.

He has really never seen this scene before!

Then he saw a person hanging on the leg of one of the horses he was riding!

Still an elf!

The elf had a strange green character on his head and hugged his horse's legs tightly. When the horse ran, it dragged the elf along with it. There was red mosaic liquid all the way.

The elf is obviously not dead yet, and is still muttering something:

"This horse is mine, this horse is mine..."

If the war wasn't still going on, George would have dismounted on the spot. As a result, this elf might have a little abnormal head.

But just when George took the time to take a look, the other leg of his horse backed up and was suddenly hugged by another human.

The human, like the elves, had strange green characters on his head and shouted:

"Fuck! This horse is so cowhide!"

He didn't care at all that his body was dragging on the ground, possibly causing fatal injuries.

If a horse can barely run if one of its legs is hugged, then it really can't run if both legs are hugged.

The horse under George staggered and fell directly to the ground. George quickly took off the reins and jumped off. Even so, he did not panic at all, because behind him, there were his teammates!

George turned around and saw that many cavalrymen were pulled off their horses just like him, but those were only a few on the fringes after all, and many of them were still riding on their horses.

At this time, the cavalry on the left and right sides also launched an attack, and the light infantry behind them also came to cover them up. However, George, who was deeply embedded in the enemy army, could not see these. He pulled out his sword, The gleaming weapon shone brightly in the sun, and the cold light reflected from the sword was enough to make people fearful. However, the people beside them did not show fear, but were seriously afraid. The light of greed.

………………

An eagle with flapping wings and a magical light in its eyes flew over the edge of the Victoria Forest, where a dark battlefield was the battlefield.

War horses from three directions drove the Victorians together, and then nearly 10,000 light infantry came over to cover them up, fighting into a single mass with the Victorians who were clearly at a disadvantage in numbers.

People continued to die, and reinforcements continued to come out of the forest. They were either alone, dozens of people, or hundreds of people, but they were enough to support these Victorians, so that they would not all be killed here.

In the battlefield, John had already died in the battle. When the blond commander George found him, all his equipment had been stripped off, and the horses didn't know where they were. The former knight was like this. One way, a humiliating death in battle.

But in war, how can there be so much mercy? Since you have planned to kill the captive opponent, you must be prepared to be killed by the opponent. This is the principle of war.

George had no time to grieve for the death of his old friend. On the side, someone was tying up a struggling Victorian with a rope. The Victoria had his hands cut off before he was subdued.

George pushed the man away and yelled:

"No prisoners! Kill the enemy first! Their reinforcements are coming in a steady stream!"

The man was startled by the commander, but he quickly took out his weapon, and then pointed it at the Victoria man who was tied up by him and looked desperate. When the Victoria man saw him pointing the weapon at him, he unexpectedly He shouted excitedly:

"Fuck! Kill me! Cao Nima helped me for more than ten minutes!"

The warriors from York Territory killed him without hesitation.

All this was seen by George. Such a soldier was really terrifying.

This is what George was thinking in his heart, and just as George was distracted, he saw a black shadow flashing over. George fluttered to avoid it, only to see that it was a man with spinal deformity. He was Ah Fei!

George recognized this man who stole the show in the gladiatorial arena at first sight. A Fei held a dagger in both hands and had one in his mouth.

The three-sword style is extremely flashy.

(The first update of 5,000 words, please vote for monthly recommendations. I would like to ask, each chapter has 3,000 words, each chapter has 5,000 words, and each chapter has 10,000 words. Which one do you like to read?)