Chapter 37 9. I picked up the wrong script. After
chatting for a while, Cowell shouted: "Here we come!"
The dignitaries stopped talking and looked over.
Maranur took another sip and said nonchalantly: "Varahar of Hagrid Grave, the illegitimate son of Lehan the Fallen Blade."
Darkus felt the power of fate again and picked up the cocoon. I looked through the monocular I brought with me and saw that there were thirteen cold lizard riders, headed by a female cold lizard rider, who should be Malus Blackblade's little girlfriend Lunala, and more than thirty Druchi mercenaries. , pulling more than a hundred human slaves and more than thirty Asur slaves, were driving into the square in a mighty manner.
"Maybe my arrival has allowed these Assur cousins to live for half a year longer."
Maranur snapped his fingers and said: "He should have sold these cousins in Karondekar, and they can sell them for a high price. , instead of coming to Krakaronde to find happiness." After saying that, he stood up, lay down on the wall, and looked at the square.
A cold lizard in Lunala's team roared, and Darkus heard two thumps on the city wall, and a crossbow arrow shot into the cold lizard's shoulder.
The ambush has begun!
Malus's shoulder armor was also hit by the crossbow, and then bounced away, only two centimeters away from his nose. He quickly looked around.
Chaos instantly enveloped the entire team. More crossbow bolts pierced the air, and the slaves howled and screamed. The mercenaries began to wield whips and sticks to maintain order, asking the slaves to line up, while the mercenary captains on both sides began to issue orders.
More angry roars echoed from the mouth of the cold lizard. There were two black crossbow arrows on the right shoulder of Malus's cold lizard "Vicious". Small wounds oozed fine pus, and the beast's scaly skin was obviously Blocked many impacts.
Malus saw the attackers. They were squatting among the boulders on the right side of the road. They were firing at Malus' team with repeating crossbows. They were wearing dark brown and gray robes that blended perfectly with the rocks. .
With smooth movements, Malus took out the repeating crossbow from behind the saddle and pulled the sword out of its sheath.
Malus pointed the tip of his sword at the attacker's position and shouted: "Lunala! There is a repeater on the right!"
Lunala turned her head and saw the attacker, and Darkus could clearly see her in the telescope. Her face contorted, then transformed into ecstasy as she raised the Soul Eater and beckoned her cold lizard riders to charge.
The screams of the riders and the roar of the cold lizards echoed in the air, which was terrifying. They drove the cold lizards to avoid the boulders on the road, jump over smaller stones, and run clumsily on the rugged square. The tip of the gun was still pointing toward the sky.
The mercenaries began to force the slaves to lie on the ground, while the mercenaries with spears set up their shields under the command of the captain and faced the direction of the crossbow arrows.
Malus stopped in place and observed another circle, and then began to control Malice. Malus let out a roar and began to charge.
More than twenty repeating crossbowmen in robes lurked among the rocks. They maintained their line and fired volleys at the charging cold lizards. The crossbow arrows hit the cold lizards' heads and shoulders, but the cold lizards had become bloodthirsty and crazy, and nothing could stop their charge.
The skilled rider did not lift the Soul Eater upright until the last moment and stabbed it into the enemy's body. Darkus could clearly hear the sound of flesh being torn and bones shattering on the city wall.
Lunara, the leader, rushed towards the repeater who was loading the quiver. There was not much time left for the repeater. They could not fire another volley. Only then did they realize their mistake.
The Repeater Captain screamed hysterically and drew his sword, but Lunala's Soul Eater had already stabbed him in the chest. The half-meter-long gun head pierced through the cloth and mail like paper, crushing Captain Dulian's sternum and ribs with a crunching sound. Then the gun tip came out from the back of Captain Dulian's crossbowman and penetrated. The head of the ambusher from behind.
Drucci's head exploded like a tomato, spraying blood, bone and brain matter over his accomplices.
"Ouch!" Darkus exclaimed as he looked at this 16+ picture.
Lunala directly abandoned the Soul Eater, pulled out two serrated swords and started slashing left and right, while the cold lizard bit the other screaming crossbowman into two pieces.
When Malus was charging, he saw another group of repeating crossbowmen hiding behind a huge rock, with their backs against the city wall. He raised his head and glanced at the dignitaries on the wall. He held the sword tightly, controlled the hatred and charged directly. At the last moment, he lowered himself on the saddle, held the reins tightly, and shouted something unknown.
Resentful's explosive hind legs jumped up suddenly, landed on a boulder, and then jumped to another boulder. Malus caught a glimpse of a group of frightened pale faces staring at him. He chose a target among them, stood in the saddle stirrups, and raised his sword high.
The malice pressed down on two of the Druchi with an earth-shattering crash. Malus swung his sword at the face of one Druchi, splitting the man open from the top of his head to his groin. Thick blood sprayed on his face, and the air was filled with the stench of overflowing internal organs. Resentful hind legs stepped heavily on the body that fell to the ground. A chopped tomato rolled like a ball on the cold ground, leaving bright red blood stains on the path.
At this time, a thrown spear hit Malus in the chest, bouncing off his breastplate and causing sparks. The two surviving Druchi ran towards the city wall, and Malus pursued them without Malus's control. Malice caught up with them in three leaps, catching one of the druchi in his jaws and shaking its head like a giant hound. Druzi's flesh and blood flew out in all directions, his limbs tumbling in the air and flying in all directions. The malice threw the lower half of Druchi's torso heavily against the city wall, and then slid to the ground.
The second Druchi turned sharply to the right, opened his eyes wide, and howled hysterically. Without thinking, Malus jumped from the saddle and chased after him, howling loudly from his blood-stained mouth. After chasing for nearly twenty meters, the Druchi suddenly turned around. Without thinking, Malus swept his sword in front of him and directly knocked away the saw-tooth dagger thrown at him.
Malus swooped forward, as fast as a poisonous snake, but the Druchi blocked Malus's sword with his own sword, and quickly stabbed Malus. Malus was about to attack the Druchi thighs, but only heard the harsh friction and collision sound of the armor. Malus quickly struck back, almost cutting the Druchi's throat. Suddenly, the Druchi struck upwards and also attacked his throat.
Malus twisted sideways at the last moment, and he felt the cold sword blade slide across the surface of his neck, and then he stabbed the Druchi's thigh with his sword.
The Druzi was wailing hysterically. He lowered his head and saw that the sharp sword had pierced his thigh, and bright red arterial blood flowed out of the wound along with the beating of his heart.
Malus drew his sword and Druchi collapsed to the ground. He roared and prepared for the killing blow. Suddenly, Resentment slammed into him, and the huge impact caused him to roll in the air. He hit a boulder and passed out.
"Wonderful!" Kewell exclaimed, clapping his hands.
When Malus regained his sight and breath, he saw the malice gnawing the injured Druchi into pieces. Its pupils rolled wildly in its sockets, shaking its heavy head as if exhausted by pain. Suddenly, it turned back and let out a harsh roar, revealing rows of scarlet teeth as long as daggers, still stained with flesh and blood. It spun in a circle, biting into the air, then its nostrils expanded and it began to run backwards, roaring in rage.
The cold lizard is going crazy!
The beast was lost in a bloodthirsty frenzy, looking for the source of the scent in the air. The remaining twelve cold lizards threw off their riders and aimed their heads at every living creature they could find. The riders themselves were unharmed because they were smeared with potions and the cold lizards treated them as one of their own kind, but the others were not so lucky and were about to become prey.
The mercenaries tried to fight against the violent cold lizards, but their formations were shattered like glass under the violent impact. Dozens of mercenaries were crushed or torn apart, their black steel armor useless against the powerful teeth and claws of the cold lizards. Spear points were thrust into their bodies, but the cold lizards showed no reaction to pain or injury.
The cold lizards rushed into the slave group, and the bloody carnival really began.
Malus screamed in despair, and the square instantly turned into a boiling slaughterhouse.
Darkus should have felt psychologically uncomfortable or turned his head away at this time, but he was still looking down at the square. He knew that he had to face these things if he wanted to survive in this world. He suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter infected the other dignitaries, who all began to laugh.
Malus heard the laughter on the wall. He looked back, his face full of hatred, and quickly turned back and ran towards Malice. As he ran, asking the riders to come with him, he saw the crossbow bolt on Malice's shoulder. There's poison on the crossbow arrows! This poison drives lizards crazy.
The purpose of this ambush was never to take slaves, but to let these slaves die.
Malus dodged the swipe of a cold lizard's tail and rushed towards the side where the crossbow arrows were inserted. It's eating the torso of a dead slave. Malus jumped quickly and pulled out the two crossbow arrows. It trembled, turned to look at Malus, and was stunned for a moment. Then it walked to the left side of the road and began to circle, sniffing the air. After a while it squatted down due to overexertion. Malus raised the arrow with his bloody hand and yelled something angrily.
The other riders next to him also began to approach their cold lizards, and looked for opportunities to pull the crossbow arrows out of the scales.
The square was stained red with flesh and blood. Pale bones and reflective shackles shone in the snow. The black steel armor fragments of the dead mercenaries were scattered on the ground, their bodies twisted and broken into unnatural shapes, and the air was filled with the cries of the wounded.
Malus Baneblade's trial of Haxiya's voyage fell short, falling at the last step.
The sound of armor and weapons rubbing against each other came from outside the city gate. A group of city guards marched into the square. The soldiers lined up in formation, aiming their spears and repeating crossbows at Malus. The district steward followed closely behind on horseback.
The steward glanced at the horrific scene in the square, then walked not far from Malus and said a few words.
Malus raised his head and looked at the dignitaries on the city wall with hatred. The two Dacus brothers waved at him, and then he said a word calmly. After that, he took out the repeating crossbow from the saddle and fired. He looked at the noble dock steward's face.
Malus called to his riders and escaped through the city guards.
Maranur snorted with dissatisfaction: "A bunch of trash, a piece of mud that can't hold up the wall." "
Good afternoon, Krakaronde! The dead man's lottery just now won the dead man, and the final result is a lot of money. Two hundred! But a noble steward has also died. I think you all have to pay money!"
Darkus walked to his cousin and asked: "The auction of my batch of Asul slaves will be held the night after ?"
Maranur was still looking at the square, nodding his head, and said with a sinister smile: "I don't want his name to be lined up with the Hell Calamity family later in the day, and become the subject of discussion among the powerful, so I Agree to Ferland Bale's request."
Hearing this, Darkus also sneered sinisterly.
A known BUG has appeared. Malus appeared early. He appeared after 2300 because he did not participate in the Battle of Fenouval.
I was a little noisy over the weekend and I am not in the right mood to write, so please forgive me.
(End of chapter)