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Just when Li Hao had entered a state of madness, there was a strong roar from the ground, and the Roman knights within a few dozen meters in front of him were swept into the air like scraps of paper, with a giant handle carrying countless sacred elements. The gun broke through the iron cage-like wall of knights and appeared in front of Li Hao's eyes. It was the familiar "God of War Roar Series - Gun Rage", the stunt of the roving knight Tevez Inobel.Sure enough, behind this holy spear is the sturdy figure of Tevez. He is definitely the king in the knight battle. On his horse, he is actually carrying the wanderer thief Silona, ​​heading towards Li Hao waved his hands frequently, and kept jumping off his horse, killing his enemies with a dagger.

"What a familiar scene. Is this the arena in the harbor?" Li Hao said somewhat insincerely, appearing in front of the two of them.

"Wherever you think it is, that's where it is, my friend." Tevez said with a gentle smile, using the broken ax and silver gun to keep harvesting the heads of the provocateurs.

"I thought it was hell." Li Hao laughed and pointed the tip of the knight's gun behind them. There, a new enemy encirclement was formed at once. The tips of the Roman knights' spears were as dense as Like a hedgehog.

"I forgot to tell you that your fiancée also rushed in, but I'm sorry that she seems to have gone straight to trouble the butcher poet." Silona said with a headache, and the three soldiers fell at her feet with their necks covered.

"She has always been very strong." Li Hao finished speaking with a smile and rushed towards the densest group of knights.

There is a classic saying in "On the War of Nations": "You can turn black into white, right into wrong, old people into teenagers, cowards into warriors, and heaven into hell."For new recruits who have not been involved in war, it is something more nonsense than the standard knight lance assassination practice.And when a person really swims out of the long river that imprisons him, he will be in the stormy waves. The wisest way is to find islands instead of conquering the ocean.

The dispute between the Holy Priest and the Dark Pope has been summarized as "golden history" by countless current political commentators. It is performed more brilliantly than before and after the Beacon Era, because in this ancient continent full of epics, there are few characters who can be bards. The poets sang collectively, and those verses and songs not only echoed in Middle-earth, but also drifted to the wilderness and Enzerath.Although the prophet Thrall, who represents the supreme leader of the Orcs, is not able to negotiate business with the secret negotiation team from Rome like the sword master Grom, at least he does not show a domineering side and rides on the earth-shaking dragon veins. The cute little pets went to greet the Dark Archon. This incident was exaggerated and exaggerated by Roman politicians and became a myth recorded in the history of the empire.

The perspective points to the north gate of Middle-earth. After all the magic defense towers and city defense resources are exhausted, the catapults and heavy-armored rams in the back row of the expeditionary force are finally in place. Stones soaked in kerosene streak across the sky. , hitting the mottled city wall of Sluo, each impact can form a shocking groove. After just a few rounds of volleys, the towering city wall looked dilapidated. A large number of archers and magicians were attacked by this arrogant attack. The siege methods collapsed, smoke filled the air, and screams could not be heard.

In the defense group closest to the battlefield headquarters, a female knight appeared in front of Edward the Butcher Poet like a god from heaven. She was a very typical Western priest with a well-proportioned body and a smooth beard. She did not wear armor and only wore a brief coat. He was wearing a shabby clerical robe and carrying a simple knight's sword behind his back.Of course, Rome did not require every general to be

Those who are pious must unconditionally choose "national loyalty" as their faith.

Edward kept a gentle smile on his face and said politely: "Roman knights can be disheveled and uneducated, but they must maintain a gentlemanly demeanor in front of a beautiful princess."

The two retinue knights who had already charged towards Edward with their guns stopped the horse's hooves, and then returned dejectedly along the same route, but still maintained a fighting posture. They did not think that the woman could rush to Edward alone, but she was just an elegant socialite who liked to play role-playing. .

Smeer also suppressed the irritability of the fire horse, looked at the young knights who slowly gathered around, and said: "Edward, the most outstanding court poet in the Roman Empire in the past five years, I used to be a loyal reader of "Ironism"."

The butcher poet made a common shrug of Western nobles on the horse, and continued to smile: "What do you want to tell me, beautiful lady from Rothschild, I am a vulgar person who doesn't like sarcasm, so my The poetry retains a very obvious realism, just like now.”

Smiler smiled instead of being angry, looking around the iron barrel-like circle of knights, and said: "It seems that Constantine's first rule for raising pet dogs is to give them the power to bite, even when facing old, weak, women and children. .”

Edward smiled slightly, pulled out his knight's sword, and said shamelessly: "As you wish."

This was another encirclement and annihilation battle that didn't sound so glorious. Smyr, who poured all her energy into her bare spear, showed her most arrogant and domineering side. It should be a domineering side that even the roving knight Tevez does not possess. When the last Roman knight fell, Smeer was panting lightly. The blood stains on her breastplate and boots made her look a little embarrassed.She spit out a mouthful of shocking blood, looked at the crumbling Sloan City, supported her tired body with a bare gun, and said with a sad smile: "I have to admit that your master, Constantine, is the most powerful person in the history of this world. The great monarch has more hope of success than the holy priest dormant in the mountains of Mimixi. Please answer me, is he a man who likes gambling?"

Edward let out a breath and said unexpectedly: "He will never gamble, even for an inconspicuous copper coin. Now it's your turn to answer my question. You have two titles to choose from. One is "In the Battle of Sluo" "The prisoner of war with the highest honor", and the second is "a beautiful corpse that made countless cardinal knights stamp their feet and beat their chests."

Smeer smiled bitterly and said, "Is this what you call gentlemanly behavior?"

Edward shook his head slightly and said to the point: "Rothschild often does this. I am just one of many imitators."

The Valkyrie was on the verge of collapse. Along with the neighing of the fire horse, the red spear turned into a fire dragon that shook its head and tail. Those extremely pure fire elements were easily transformed into physical energy by Smeer.

A startling rainbow fills the sky, and horse hooves gallop.

Suddenly, two golden sounds pierced the eardrums, and the ancient knight's sword in Edward's hand almost fell out of his hands.On the left side of his body, several knights standing side by side were like sculptures, with extremely fine lines of blood seeping out from their necks and waists, and then as if they were smooth on the ice, their heads fell steadily to the ground. The upper body also slid to the ground, leaving only two legs still riding an unknown war horse.