Realm of Power

"Save your lord!" The knights saw Marquis Eck, who was leading the charge, fall off his horse inexplicably. One after another shouted in panic, "Bang." There was another dull crisp sound, "What is this!" "A knight stared dumbly at the thick cluster of arrows that shot through his chest.

"Attention, there is a bow knight on the opposite side." The other knights shouted in confusion, but soon, the whistling sound that ripped through the air in their ears gave them no chance to make a sound again.

A powerful volley of longbows burst out, and the white rain of death intertwined into a large net. The police shields in the hands of the knights in the front row were shattered by the powerful longbows.

The knight's heavy armor did not live up to expectations in front of the powerful war bow, making dull and crisp sounds like thick cardboard. A long bow as thick as two fingers and heavy arrows. Howling, it pierced through the heavy armor and penetrated deeply into the knight's body. The knight's body shook like an autumn leaf struck by a storm. Blood splattered from his body. His body was pierced by countless powerful arrowheads. Falling off their horses one after another

"Hiss!" The war horses that encountered the arrows neighed, and the front legs of the galloping war horses suddenly bent. It rolled to the ground like a row of collapsed iron walls, bringing up a cloud of dust. Marquis Eck, who was the first to fall to the ground, got up and stared at all this in stunned silence. He didn't even care about the pain on his arm, and murmured in a dull voice.

"Withdraw! Withdraw." The knights behind were frightened by the tragic situation of the knight in front. They stopped caring about rescuing Lord Eck and turned around. The longbow raised by the longbowmen of Wikiia on the opposite side once again frightened them. Not daring to charge forward any more, the horses turned left and charged towards both sides of the seemingly weak military formation.

"Steady! Steady!" The Samor crossbowmen captains soothed the emotions of the crossbowmen behind them, their faces flushed with nervousness, their eyes looking at the getting closer and closer knight group, showing a trace of palpitations. In the cold early spring night, the crossbowmen Their faces were flushed, and large drops of sweat flowed down their foreheads, leaving a sweat streak on their necks.

No one can face the oncoming heavily armored knight completely calmly. This is the pinnacle of war in this era. Countless wars have shown without exception the cruelty of this killing machine.

Hearing the thundering sound of horse hooves, feeling the trembling earth beneath his feet, the towering spears flashed in the dark night with a bone-chilling light. The wind was pushed fiercely, and the knights not far away were like monsters in the dark night.

In the face of such power, no matter how skilled the veteran warrior is, he will have some scruples in his heart. The war horse is extremely fast, and the distance of 100 meters only takes a few seconds. Crossbowmen know that if they are not careful, they will be trampled to pieces by the heavy horses' hooves.

You only have one chance to trigger the crossbow, it's life or death! The fiery red eyes "shoot" without blinking. Captain Samor's crossbowman's calm expression became extremely ferocious at this moment.

Arrows are like the wind. Tens of thousands of crossbowmen clicked the heavy pedal crossbows in their hands at the same time. The crossbow arrows tore through the black night sky, and the white arrow clusters turned the entire darkness into a white world.

"Bump!" Hundreds of knights who were busy running for their lives were completely covered by crossbow arrows. The crossed crossbow arrows shuttled back and forth like a swarm of locusts. Many knights didn't even scream, and even men and horses were shot into bloody holes. It slid out more than ten meters with inertia and turned into a pile of bloody minced meat.

"The blood of the Samor warriors cannot be shed in vain. Clean up Wenzhilun City! Except for the leader just now, deal with everyone else." The fat man turned back expressionlessly, his face as calm as if nothing had happened. The firelight of Wenzhilun City in the distance reflected red on his face, making him look even darker and colder.

Wen Zhiluncheng is just a guy. Ordinary castle. There were burning fires and fleeing defenders everywhere. The Samorian army broke through the castle defense effortlessly. The powerful crossbows shot the Myridians off their backs. The spearmen, with the assistance of the crossbowmen, attacked the city lord's hall. .

"Don't kill us! Please". The nobles in the city were gathered in the city lord's hall, and their faces turned pale as they looked at the murderous Vecian army around them. These were nobles who had gathered from all over Dehreim.

They knew that Wen Zhilun was Dehreem's last hope, so they came here with their family's private army. If Dehrem fell, they could immediately retreat to the middle of the kingdom. If the kingdom came with reinforcements, they could also Earn a good reputation for loyalty, and maybe get promoted to a noble title. Now all the lords of the thirteen southern families have died in the battle. If he performs well, he will be appreciated by His Majesty the King. The position of a lord is not easy to obtain, but unexpectedly, he still has not escaped the attack of the Vekians.

The captain of the Samor Army looked at the Yin Erdian nobles hesitantly. These people were obviously not ordinary people. If they could be captured in exchange for ransom. It can be regarded as a small fortune. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the hall. Hu Keqili walked in followed by several guards. His eyes swept across the noble's pale face.

"What's going on with these people?" Hu Keqili frowned in displeasure. As a soldier, Hu Ke obviously knew what the team leader was thinking. He said sternly with a serious face, "Don't you hear that?" An order to enter! Clean this place up now! "

"Yes, yes, sir! The captain nodded awkwardly, and his hesitant expression turned cold. Hu Keqili led the people out of the hall, paused for a moment, and heard shrill screams coming from inside. Such miserable howls came one after another, like the wails of evil spirits in hell. The moans became lower and lower, and soon the entire hall became dead silence.

The corpses of nobles were piled up together, and the blood dyed the entire hall red. "Burn this place!" Hu Keqili ordered with an indifferent expression. Net was about to turn around and leave. Several Samor soldiers held a fight. People covered in blood came from a distance,

"Sir, we found this man in the underground dungeon. We found this on him!" Seeing Hu Keqili here, a soldier quickly ran over and presented him with a ring engraved with a green wolf head.

"Kujit people!" Hu Keqili's face turned dark. The prairie wolf is the totem of the Kujit people. This ring engraved with a wolf's head looks simple, but when you touch it in your hand, you don't feel the cold metal as expected, but a kind of warm low heat. It turns out to be the legendary flaming iron. This kind of iron can only be heated when it is steaming. It is only found in the volcano crater, and the quantity is very rare. It is as rare as the sea scallops in the southern sea. In Kugit, only the top nobles are qualified to use it.

"Who is he?" Hu Keqili couldn't help but look at the prisoner covered in bloodstains curiously. This is a young man, his face is as pale as a piece of paper as he is weak and bleeding, his strong body is dotted with more than a dozen bloody whip marks, and his hemp-colored rough hair is different from the Kugit people he has seen before. How different it is, but there are obvious traces of curling and coiling in the ears.

This made Hu Keqili's heart skip a beat. It was a habit of Kugit nobles to have their hair tied around their ears. The bigger the hair was tied, the more distinguished they were. This young man's hair was almost covered with his hair. Paired with the precious wolf head ring just now, this young man is not only a Kugit noble, but most likely a big shot of a certain tribe. "Why are the Kugits here!" Hu Keqili muttered secretly, Don't dare to act on your own He immediately sent someone to report to the Governor. When the fat man heard that an unidentified Kugit noble was being held in the water prison, he hesitated for a while, and immediately asked the accompanying military doctor to wake him up first, and then asked someone to take the body of the knight outside the city. All the corpses were loaded onto horse-drawn carriages and taken away.

The fire in Wen Zhilun continued until dawn. The Samor army had already evacuated, except for the corpses all over the city and the burned-down castle. Nothing is left,

The ruined castle was scorched black by the fire, and collapsed stones were everywhere. A burst of rapid horse hooves sounded from the road. A group of Myridian knights wearing white armor appeared at the intersection. They saw that there were still fires on the road ahead. The ruins of Wenzhilun City with lingering smoke. The leading knight waved the team behind him to stop.

"Lonrig, are you sure this is Wen Zhilun we are coming to!" The leading knight looked at the ruined city wall with doubtful eyes. His bright eyes showed curiosity. The Wen Zhilun in front of him was just a small castle. It was not difficult to occupy it, but how did the Vecians turn such a castle into this! This is what touched this knight leader

"Lord Rosolis. I'm sure this is indeed Wen Zhilun!" The knight leading the way pointed to a bush on the side of the road with an embarrassed expression. "Although I don't know what happened here, I can be sure that I can remember the last one. When the moon comes, the lord here is still waiting for us warmly."

The knight looked at Wen Zhilun's charred remains in front of him again. A look of confusion flashed through. Everything in front of me seems unexplainable. This is a castle, not a farmer's thatched house. How big is a fire that can burn down the entire castle!

"Yeah! Actually, I'd rather you lie!" The knight captain got off his horse and strolled to the place where Wen Zhilun collapsed. The unpleasant smell of burning and corpses hit his face, making the knight leader frown slightly. "Because if Wen Zhilun is really here, then our rescue mission may have failed!"

"Probably not!" the knight argued, "We did not encounter the Vecian army along the way. If Dehrim City had really fallen, the Vecian army would not continue to stay there!"

"I hope so!" the knight captain sighed. Unwilling to accept the worst outcome, he cautiously crouched down and carefully turned over the collapsed area, hoping to find clues to the destruction of Wenzhilun City. Among the broken stones around him, a broken weapon caught his eye. With a solemn expression, he gently picked it up with two fingers. It was half a weird spear, with a foot-long crossbar on the front. It was Samor's standard weapon "Horizontal Spear". If you want to know what happened, please log in... Fierce Ba, more chapters, support the author, support Genuine reading!