The Extraordinary Earl

"Arcane Missile!"

Our morale is high, and the first person to exert force is Mr. Al. Everyone can see that he is very angry, which is normal.

If Luther hadn't appeared, he would most likely have died.

No one is afraid of death, and Mr. Al is certainly no exception.

So Mr. Al immediately released the arcane missiles. Seven or eight arcane missiles were scattered and rushed towards the members of the Autumn Wind Thieves Group who were fighting.

"Wind Technique!"

The wizard of the thieves group also cast wind magic instantly, and suddenly a tornado-like wind burst out from the center of him. The strong wind blew, and even the knights were a little unsteady. Mr. Al's arcane magic Of course, the missile lost its trajectory, spinning chaotically in the air, and finally landed in various corners of the hall.

"Boom!!!"

Explosions sounded from time to time, and the entire hall began to suffer violent damage. If the castle had not been reinforced by magic, it would have collapsed long ago.

"kill!!!!"

The leader of the thieves group, Omima Knight, suddenly roared and swept his sword towards the Tomahawk Knight. He was not afraid of the scorching heat of the flame fighting spirit and directly fought with the Tomahawk Knight with the sword of the violent wind fighting spirit.

The fierce wind fighting energy, as sharp as a wind blade, pierced the face of the Tomahawk Knight, causing small cracks to appear on the Tomahawk Knight's face, and blood sprayed out.

Strong wind.

"This guy is immune to my flame fighting spirit, and his physical strength and fighting spirit strength are probably still higher than mine. He is only one step away from the great knight." The battle ax knight's eyes narrowed, not daring to fight hard, and kicked out with his right foot. , a kick containing flaming fighting spirit, kicked away the Omima Knight, and the Tomahawk Knight took the opportunity to distance himself from the Omima Knight.

knight!

A human weapon that relies on strong body and strong fighting spirit to fight. Although they are divided into beginner, intermediate and advanced levels, they are not necessarily equally matched at the same level.

There are elites and there are mediocrities.

Today's Luther is among the junior knights, an elite among the elites. As long as he is immune to all eight powers, he will be able to defeat the intermediate knights.

The Tomahawk Knight is an elite among senior knights, but obviously the Omima Knight is the elite among the elite, only one step away from the Great Knight.

"You are no match for me. Even if you add the senior knight with the hatchet, you two together can't kill me. Get out of here."

Omima roared angrily. Standing with a sword in his hand, his face was ferocious and full of tyrannical aura.

Omima has been a thief for many years. He has amassed countless wealth, some of which he bought potions to enhance his own power, and a large part of which was spent on the "Great Knight Potion". This is how he became the Great Knight. The key is, how could he give up.

At this time, he didn't mind working hard.

Who will kill who?

The Omima knight's eyes gradually became blood red, and the fighting spirit on his body was so fierce that there seemed to be a strong wind roaring in the air.

This is a desperate strong man.

"Knight of Orleans, ignore the clay golem and go help, otherwise the Tomahawk Knight will be defeated." Mr. Al released magic and started a battle with the opponent's wizard. On the other hand, he paid attention to the situation on the field. Seeing this situation, he immediately roared at the Knight of Orleans. road.

By this time, the Knights of Orleans had dismantled two clay golems, leaving eight.

"Okay." The Orleans Knight agreed, abandoned the eight clay golems, rushed over, and stood with the Tomahawk Knight to deal with the Omima Knight.

The battle among the senior knights became more intense.

The battle between the Saber-Tooth Tiger Mercenary Group and the Autumn Wind Thieves Group was also fierce. The advantage of the Saber-Tooth Tiger Mercenary Group was that they were all intermediate knights, with a higher proportion than the other side.

But the Autumn Wind Bandits also had the advantage of eight clay golems, and the two sides were evenly matched for a while.

Of course, as time goes by, the Sabretooth Tiger mercenary group will definitely gain the upper hand, because the clay golem is driven by "earth crystals" and has a time limit.

Besides, the two high-level knights, the Tomahawk Knight and the Orleans Knight, faced off against the Omima Knight. Although both sides seemed to be evenly matched at the moment, two versus one always had an advantage.

Time, the key is time.

"Are you okay?" Luther was paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, and the female knight suddenly asked Luther with concern.

"It's okay." Luther waved his hand and said, but said in his heart: "It's really realistic."

Because it was the female knight who was responsible for receiving the father and son before, so of course there was nothing rude about it, just a small detail.

The female knight only paid attention to Old Sol, the contemporary Knight of Pompeii, and seemed to ignore him, the next generation of Pompeii Knight. Perhaps in the eyes of the female knight, he was just a little kid.

I got a sense of presence today and my attitude is different.

Why.

People.

Luther sighed in his heart while continuing to pay attention to the battle situation. The more he observed, the brighter and brighter Luther's eyes became.

Luther thought of a question. The other party was a thief. What did the thieves do? Robbery. They are not an army. Their way of doing things is to bully the weak and avoid the strong, and specifically look for weak people to pinch.

If it doesn't work, the wind will be tight and the wind will blow.

Run away.

Although the current situation is evenly matched, anyone with a discerning eye can see that as soon as time comes, the Qiufeng Thieves Group will fall apart.

However, the opponent's leader, the Omima Knight, refused to retreat and gritted his teeth to fight the two senior knights of the Saber-Tooth Tiger Mercenary Group.

There is definitely something wrong with this.

Although Luther didn't care much about military affairs, he read many military works out of boredom, guessing that the other party was stalling for time.

And why delay?

Luther didn't know, but he guessed it was something good.

So Luther glanced at his father. Old Saul was standing not far from Luther with a sword, looking like he was desperately protecting his son.

Luther curled his lips, and then said: "Dad, show your true strength and help the Tomahawk Knights kill Omima."

After hearing this, Old Sol glared at Luther and said angrily: "Your father, I am an intermediate knight. If you ask me to participate in the battle of high-level knights, aren't you asking me to die?"

"Dad, please stop making trouble. I know you are hiding your strength. You are a genuine high-level knight." Luther rolled his eyes.

Old Sol was shocked and suspicious.

How does this kid know that I hide my strength?

But Old Sol refused to admit it. He stiffened his neck and said, "You are talking in your sleep because you haven't woken up. I am an intermediate knight."

"Do you want to take action?" Luther said with a sneer.

"Don't do it." Old Sol continued to say forcefully.

"Then I'll rush over." Luther took a rest and regained some strength, so he picked up his knight's sword again and stepped forward as if he was going to rush into the battle group.

"You kid." Old Sol cursed loudly, and finally stopped hiding his strength. With a step of his right foot, he rose into the air and rushed towards the battle group of senior knights.

He finally hid his strength without fighting and unleashed the physical strength of a high-ranking knight.

This kind of speed is beyond the reach of intermediate knights.

While he was in the air, the knight's sword in Old Sol's hand erupted into a bright ray of fighting spirit. The powerful fighting spirit of the senior knight was unleashed by him without reservation.

Three senior knights besieged a senior knight.

The war finally took a dramatic turn.

Pompeii and his son declared to everyone that we are not here to make soy sauce.

We are the main force.