Chapter 143 Fight with Them! (First Update)

Gordon Meneva was very excited.

He led an elite team from the Inquisition, a team of ten people, five knights, two of whom were level six. As for himself, even a ninth-level knight——

Although there were 20 people on the other side, according to his observation, there were only three who reached the level of knights. Among the three, the strongest barbarian is only level seven.

What's more important is that there is actually a spell caster among that team of heretics! two!

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The Inquisition places special emphasis on spellcasters among the heretics. If both of them can be captured alive, whether it is forcing them to convert or tying them to the stake, the merit will be enough to exchange for a promotion ceremony and let the Inquisition help him advance to the tenth level!

Level nine to level ten is a natural chasm. Step over it and he can become a great knight. By then, neither his fighting ability nor his status in the church will be the same as it is now.

The more Knight Gordon thought about it, the more he became excited. He urged the team to speed up and get closer and closer. Seeing that the huge achievement was about to be achieved, the infidels who were fleeing in front turned around and disappeared behind the corner of the mountain road.

"Myron! Fitch! Speed ​​up!"

Gordon shouted to urge the subordinates in front. The situation ahead is unclear. If they don't hold on tightly, God knows where they can run! If one of those heretics, especially the two spellcasters, escapes, his achievements and promotion ceremony will be over!

Myron, who was running at the front, suddenly reined in his horse and stopped his mount. Fitch was caught off guard and quickly reined in his horse, almost hitting him.

The two horses kept neighing and circling in circles. If the mountain road had not been for a cliff on one side and a gentle slope on the other, the two knights would have thrown themselves and their horses down on the spot.

"What are you stopping for!" Gordon was furious. However, after hearing his accusation, the knight at the front not only did not continue on his way, but jumped off his horse and walked forward:

"Captain, the front...the front is blocked!"

"Then move away! You all get up there!"

Gordon answered without thinking.

He gave an order, and Myron, Fitch, and the two knight attendants running in front stepped forward to clear the road. Knight Myron casually hung the sword back on the saddle and muttered:

"You can block the road by killing these horses? What are you thinking? It seems like no one can drag them..."

Horse corpse?

Horse corpse!

Gordon stood behind and his whole body shivered, and 36,000 cold hairs exploded. At this moment, intuition took over the whole body instead of reason, and the knight captain shouted:

"Back off! Back off! Get out!"

boom! ! !

There was a loud bang.

The horse corpses piled up at the corner of the bend, dragged out, and held in the hands of the knights, exploded at the same time.

Dead branches and leaves fell all around, and gravel rolled down from the cliff, causing the entire ground to tremble.

Gordon, who was about ten meters away, could not escape the impact. A powerful wave of air rushed towards his face, pushing him upward.

Stumped limbs, flesh and blood, and strange liquids exploded and flew in all directions. Gordon reflexively raised his buckler to cover his face, blocking the blood rain from the sky. But his subordinates were not so lucky. Especially Myron and Fitch at the front. The two knights shouted in unison and screamed with all their strength:

"ah--"

"Eyes, my eyes—"

"my face--"

Corpse explosion?

How could it be a corpse explosion? !

Knight Gordon felt his head buzzing.

The other party clearly has only two spellcasters, one of whom holds an oak staff and is a servant of the God of Nature; the other, judging from his dress and the traces of spellcasting left before, should be an elemental mage - at least not a necromancer. !

Is there a third caster?

Could it be that he made a mistake in his judgment that there was a necromancer in that team?

"Attention everyone! There is also a necromancer!"

He shouted a warning to his subordinates. They went forward to check and found that Myron and Fitch were not seriously injured, but their eyes were injured by the exploding corpse pulp, which was very difficult. Gordon's strength lies in combat, but his level of healing skills is not high enough to handle such injuries. As for the other two knight squires...

Unfortunately, there is no need for rescue.

From this, it can be seen that the corpse explosion ring that Master Lin En gave to Gretel is definitely of excellent quality without any compromise.

There was nothing the Gordon Knight could do about his subordinate's injuries. He could only clean the two wounded men briefly and help them onto their horses. He told his attendant, Wilbur, who was scolded by him in the first place:

"Take them back and take good care of them!"

...Only four were killed? Grete looked back on the barbarian's back with some regret. After all, the corpse explosion technique failed to turn the situation around. Not long after, the knights of the Inquisition were furious and caught up with them again.

As for Grete's team, the horses fell down one by one, and the soldiers who lost their horses ran away in confusion. Finally, Blake, the youngest and lowest-ranking soldier, rolled to the side of the road, holding his ankles and unable to stand up.

"Captain!" The young man's voice was filled with tears, and he struggled hard to shake off Captain Barnes' grasping hand:

"Leave me alone! Run, run quickly!"

Twisted ankle?

Achilles tendon rupture?

fracture?

Grete reflexively wanted to heal him, but Bernard carried him in his hand and ran forward blindly, unable to get off the ground at all.

The situation was urgent, and the pursuers had bows and arrows. The barbarians no longer even carried him on their backs, but carried him in front of them and covered him tightly with their broad backs. Grete couldn't escape him, so he had to take out a tube of potion and throw it with all his strength:

"Healing potion! Go on!"

The young man who fell down immediately disappeared from sight. Soon, Captain Barnes caught up with him, his eyes red, and he ran wildly.

After a while, a scream came from far away on the mountain road behind.

"...We can't go on like this." Captain Barnes suddenly made up his mind. He stood firm, took off the strong bow from his shoulder, and touched it lovingly:

"Let's stop! Fight with them!"

"Fight!" Shield Warrior York was the first to respond. He wanted to do this the moment he fell off the horse, but was stopped by the captain and has been restrained until now. Upon hearing Captain Barnes's call, he immediately turned around and placed a steel shield as high as half a man on the ground:

"I'm in front! Barnes, you get behind me—get on top!"

The soldiers completed their formation in silence. They killed the remaining five war horses and piled them at the bend of the mountain road to make a bunker. York was in front, and two low-level shield warriors, one on the left and one on the right, erected shields behind the horse corpse. Captain Barnes and another archer climbed up to the high ground, and the other warriors held spears and knives, forming a small killing array behind the shield warrior.

Only Master Daniel was not included. The young magician stood aside, looking at his friends who lived and died with him, his face flushed:

"I, I'm almost running out of magic...give me a knife..."

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