Chapter 241
The town of Morakot.
By the time George rode the horses captured from the Temple of Judgement of the Heresy and circled the shoreline of the Redscale Lake, and finally returned to the blacksmith's shop in Morak Town, time has passed. It's like eight or nine o'clock in the morning. The local residents have ushered in a new day, and the entire town of Morak has awakened from the night and once again regained the vitality of Bobo.
It's just that all the residents are in a very tacit understanding, avoiding the blacksmith shop that is not far away from them. Whether it was the topics they were chatting with, the steps under their feet, or the sight of their eyes, they always bypassed the blacksmith shop, as if it were an area that didn't exist at all.
Only the crows hovering and gathering above their heads, like a group of dressed-up gentlemen in evening dresses and big brimmed hats, lined up in an orderly spiral line, one after another. One swooped down, enjoying the feast of corpses on the ground.
At some distance from the blacksmith's shop, George can already clearly watch the battle-torn Shura field. Obviously, this is an encounter between two armed forces, and the strength of the two sides is equal, and in the end both sides suffer. One of the forces is highly recognizable. The black bronzing robes and black brimmed hats in one place are impossible except for black clothed guards. Their existence is also the main reason why local residents dare not approach.
The other force is very interesting. Many people, well-equipped, were the targets of slaughter by black clothed guards. Among them, dozens of corpses fell with their backs to the center of the battlefield. It seemed that he wanted to escape when the battle was one-sided, but was killed by the enemy from behind.
On the bodies of these people, George found a very familiar family crest-the Mike Bai Family.
Why do the family troops of the Mike Bai Family appear here? Why did you fight with the black clothed guard? Countless questions lay in George's mind, and curiosity drove him to approach this battlefield and investigate more information.
Suddenly, a blood-stained hand came out of the ground near George, and after a few hard strokes, finally a cavalry with the emblem of the Mike Bai Family came out. Hat, big face full of mud.
"youngster, silver hair, black fluffy cloak, dare to ask, are you... Viscount George?"
After seeing George on the side, that one was buried in the cavalry cap The big face below immediately realized his current embarrassment. He struggled a few times quickly, trying to get out of the soil as soon as possible, but didn't want to get out of the body because he didn't have a point of borrowing.
"Yes, brother, wait for you to come out and talk."
I was amused by this cavalry like an Akita dog stuck in the doorway, George While smiling, extend the hand, wanting to help him pull it up.
He never expected that this pull, but pull up by the roots a "big carrot".
Following George's strength, this Knight, together with the mount under his hip, finally rushed out of the soil. The moment he rushed out, George could see clearly what kind of mud had been pressing on this Knight. It was clearly the corpses of dozens of black clothed guards!
After jumping out of the soil by one person and one ride, he buffered a step forward, turned around, stopped, and the movement of the clouds and flowing water made people unable to pick out the slightest sense of incongruity. Although the Battle Armor on the cavalry and his mount is already in tatters, and the physical strength of one rider is already an arrow at the end of its flight, the solemn killing aura exuding subconsciously on him still makes George's nerves unconscious. Tensed up.
George has just seen the Empire War God James Talis, and a group of fighters belonging to the Champion Knight regiment, but because their mounts were taken away, the previous battle was limited to these elite fighters. The raid in the temple of heresy has restricted George's recognition and evaluation of the champion Knight to the level of "elegant human fighters, battle strength of the Crusaders and above."
However, the Knight, the champion in front of George, is equipped with all equipment and mounts. One rider and one rider are in unison with each other. This level of cooperation, coupled with the equipment of the empire’s cream of the crop, makes The superposition of the battle strength of the cavalry and the mount can change from quantitative to qualitative. The quality of individual soldiers far exceeds that of ordinary flesh and blood, and even compared with the cutting-edge power of the power camp—thunderbird, it is almost the same!
This is the pride of mankind, the strongest Tier 4 unit in the Parada Empire today, the champion Knight!
It's just that the champ Knight's muddy face and his hands constantly beating ashes make George unable to raise the respect for powerhouse.
"Mr. Cavalry, what should I call you?" George, who couldn't wait any longer, launched a simple water polo technique to wash the champion Knight with some cleanliness from head to toe.
"Ah...Thank you Mr. George, I am really ashamed to let you help again. My name is Don Quixote Macbeth, the commander of the First Guard of the Mac Bai Family."
The self-proclaimed champion of Don Quixote Macbeth, Knight scratched his helmet in shame. After Battle Qi was exhausted, he was buried under the ground, but at this time he couldn't even shake the dust and mud on his body.
"Mr. Commander, how about you tell me what happened here."
"As you wish!"
After Tang After Quixote Knight's remarks and some known information, George finally managed to escape Zantos smoothly, and the situation on the blacksmith's shop was completely supplemented.
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