The caravan's supplies drove them to madness; their greed made it hard to let go.
Who's afraid of whom!
Just do it!
Both sides instantly clashed, and with everyone armored, none were easily defeated, making the intensity even more exaggerated.
You slash with a sword, I thrust you with a spear.
You shoot with an arrow, I shoot you with a shot.
It must be said that these soldiers broke through the Barbarian rcenaries' blockade, leaving those ordinary people unattended, prompting them to flee quickly.
Gene, disregarding the danger, peeked out from behind the earthen wall to look at the caravan outside the village. Seeing it safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, completely unconcerned about how many ordinary people died.
Even if they all die, it doesn't matter; who wouldn't know how to drive a carriage. Just conscript a batch of serfs or refugees from sowhere, and conveniently, there's no need to pay them.
As for those in the city defense force, although sowhat troubleso, as long as Michelle is there, he won't have any issues.
Compared to his cautious deanor, Michelle was much more arrogant, standing there openly as if watching the battlefield for amusent.
But upon closer inspection, the number of Barbarian rcenaries on the frontline seed off.
Because these barbarians also employed strategy; the grand-scale night raid served as the main attack, and also to attract attention.
anwhile, a group of twenty elite barbarians maneuvered behind the village, easily climbing over the two-ter-high earthen wall as if it didn't exist, swiftly weaving through the village.
These barbarians had thrived as rcenaries in the Empire, knowing that those occupying the village must be nobility or a commander, and taking them out would expedite resolving the situation.
Thus, it was easy to deduce their mission as a decapitation strike!
"Found them."
"There!"
Michelle's arrogant stance exposed himself, and the leader of the Personal Guard didn't realize that these bandits dared to launch a sneak attack, and was indeed flanked.
A Barbarian rcenary took the nearly human-sized bow from their back, bearing carved snakes entwined around the bow, with snake heads sculpted as bowstring notches, exuding a primitive aura, bizarre indeed.
Sparing no words, the bow was strung and an arrow loosed; such a large bow can't rapidly fire, but each arrow was lethal.
The arrowhead was a rare iron arrowhead from the Mountains, filling the equipnt gap as rcenaries in the Empire.
And the Mountains' power still lingered, as the arrowhead was laced with poison, portending death upon wounding.
"Watch out!"
But this surprise shot was detected, the black-cloaked figure called out, and the Heavy Armored Knight beside Michelle moved to shield him.
The arrow struck the armor, sparking, but that was all.
In reality, these barbarians kept advancing, and seeing the shot deflected, they imdiately charged toward Michelle, who was protected by only about a dozen soldiers.
At this point, the dozen or so guards also noticed the barbarian force, shouting "Protect my lord" as they blocked and clashed with the barbarians.
This Barbarian sneak attack team had twenty n; how could those guards possibly…
Suddenly, the Heavy Armored Knight beside Michelle lifted his weapon, a long-handled warhamr with spikes atop.
He swung the warhamr with a wide sweep, shockingly sending the advancing barbarians flying back, judging by the blood they spewed, their entrails were likely ruptured.
Bear in mind, these Barbarian rcenaries wore armor and were physically formidable.
Yet they fell to the ground, unable to rise after one blow, suggesting the terrifying might of the Heavy Armored Knight!
He could easily injure armored barbarians, while the barbarians' blows couldn't penetrate him.
Without needing to move, standing before them seed to present an impenetrable wall, stifling the barbarians.
Individual combat prowess is limited before an army, yet in this skirmish, it exerted mighty power.
"Hahaha! Kill them for !" roared Michelle behind him, heedless of the nearby enemies.
Moreover, he hadn't noticed several soldiers beside him had been shot in the face and fell, and with other barbarians entangling, there were few guards left by him.
Michelle's guards were strong, but the barbarians weren't ordinary; the archer clearing infantry noticed the Heavy Armored Knight's prowess and quickly drew a specially designed heavy arrow.
The arrow was thicker and longer, with the tip fashioned from so sharp beast tooth, painted with strange runes, emanating an eerie feeling.
The archer's arm, wrapped in snake-shaped tattoos, quivered as muscles flexed, the bowstring as thick as a little finger groaned under strain, awaiting fury's release.
"Hiss!" As he released, the arrow cleaved the air, resounding with a serpent-like hiss.
Those with strong inspiration might witness extraordinary forces flowing from the arrowhead, manifesting a serpent shadow.
Armor-piercing Arrow!
And as it seed more like a thrown spear than an arrow, the Heavy Armored Knight sensed sothing, opted not to evade but to clash with it, trying to deflect it, since the archer aid slyly at Michelle.
In doing so, the Heavy Armored Knight had to forgo entangling with other barbarians, choosing to protect Michelle.
He could handle ordinary foes, but these barbarians ant serious business, ruthless as any could be.
One barbarian let out a shriek so piercing it paralyzed the Heavy Armored Knight.
"Bang" went the armor-piercing heavy arrow, penetrating the thick armor, embedding within, the montum causing the knight to sway.
The arrow cost the archer dearly, the snake-tattoos on his arm dimd, lacking their previous luster.
However, his focus wasn't on that — his arrows were poisoned, the knight should've fallen, but why no effect?
"Careful! Don't go!"
He shouted a warning, but these barbarians, from different tribes eyeing the spoils, weren't all ears, eager for their share of loot.
If they caught this big fish, more loot for them.
The Heavy Armored Knight quickly regained composure, raised his weapon against the approaching Barbarians, the warhamr's spike pierced a rushing barbarian, the tal armor only montarily resisted the heavy weapon.
Greed led him to death...
But as the Heavy Armored Knight was held up, the dozen soldiers fell to remaining Barbarian rcenaries, switching targets to the better target, Michelle, closing in.
At this mont, the barbarians inexplicably felt a sinister chill spreading, sending chills down their spines.
Sothing more terrifying lood, as one barbarian found sothing at his feet, casting eyes down, discovering a supposedly dead soldier clutching his ankle.
Damn! Not dead yet?
The barbarian shook off the grip with a kick, maintaining a cautious distance, instinctively lashing backward with a spear.
Hmph! Let's see if you die now!
Yet withdrawing the spear, the soldier didn't fall; he staggered to his feet, bleeding wounds notwithstanding.
Impossible! I clearly killed him!
This wasn't just here; all previously slain soldiers rose, severed limbs or even heads pierced with arrows couldn't keep them down.
The sight stunned the Barbarian rcenaries.
Not far away, the recovering archer witnessed this, their rcenary experience in the Empire clued them in, sharp eyes fixing on the overlooked black-cloaked figure…
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