Enemy attack!

 Griffith held the short spear in his hand and stabbed into the darkness. He didn't see the enemy's position clearly at all, and in a hurry, he could only rely on his feeling to contain it.

The short gun made a "snap" sound and was embedded in the tree trunk and could not be pulled out. At the same time, Griffith had already pulled out the long sword from his waist and protected it on his chest.

A gust of wind came from behind, and the enemy had already circled behind him. The powerful ice shield that had been prepared broke instantly, and the sword blade tore through the double armor and two short guns on his back shoulders, but the ice shield broke

The impact hindered the sword's power and did not cut into the gaps between the helmet and armor.

Griffith immediately deployed a new streamer shield and slashed towards the back. Between the lightning and flint, only a tall and muscular figure and a cold light were seen coming towards him.

 “Dang!”

Griffith's blow missed, and the ice shield exploded again. The iron helmet on his head had been cut with a deep scratch, hurting his skull. The blood stained his left face red in an instant. If it weren't for the defense of the shield and helmet, Griffith would have died.

Rifesi estimated that he was completely devastated.

“Tsk, tsk, you’re dressed like a turtle, you have no martial virtue!” The blurry figure dodged the trainee knight’s counterattack sword, retreated to the side, and looked at him playfully.

This is a young swordsman about twenty years old. He has messy light yellow fluffy curly hair. He is very handsome. The free and uninhibited smile between his eyebrows makes it difficult to imagine that he is here to take people's lives. He is capable and sexy.

The bronze upper body was casually dressed in short clothes, and each hand held a long sword with a cold light, rotating with the movements of his wrists.

His movements are clean and neat, with a cynical laziness and chicness that makes people think of the elegant and deadly cheetah.

 Exquisite sword skills, extraordinary temperament and self-confidence, making him a formidable opponent.

"I am a trainee knight of the Rameau family, Griffith Blanton, a second-level squad leader and a recipient of the Silver Eagle Medal." Griffith dropped the bow and quiver on his waist and raised his sword towards the swordsman.

Saluting, "May I ask your surname?"

“Lancenis, the swordsman out of interest,” the casual enemy nodded slightly in greeting, “Then let’s get started, your head looks quite suitable for holding wine.”

 Sword Master?

 He said he was a sword master?

 Is he the Sword Master of the Sequence 6 Extraordinary Concept of the Stranger Path?

 Griffith was surprised but did not ask. The answer was not important now.

 Lanthanis's attack was so sharp that it was incomprehensible, and neither the double-layered heavy armor nor the ice shield could withstand his sharpness. Griffiths calmed down, took off the vanguard shield, and concentrated on moving slowly to occupy the position, preparing for a fight to the death.

Lancenis looked at him like an instructor for students taking exams, matching his pace with a smile on his face, moving slowly.

Under the bright moon, the two moved to the sloping river bank in the valley. The terrain there was open, making it easier to cast Griffith's frost spell. Not far from them was the majestic Beit River Dam.

The silver wind and moon are immersed in the water, and the quiet mountains and forests and evening breeze watch this battle with breathless concentration.

The long sword in Lanthanis's hand shone like a blue gem in the moonlight. Griffith couldn't help being attracted to these weapons and was fascinated by them.

Lanthanis came across the water and struck the trainee knight with his sword.

An ice wall suddenly appeared in the air. The blue long sword shattered the ice but lost its direction and force. Griffith seized the opportunity and swiped at the swordsman.

The sword failed as expected. Griffith immediately stirred up the extremely cold air, and using the momentum, he drew out his feather fencing sword and swung it away with his backhand.

 “Dang!”

Lancenis raised his sword to block it with ease, and at the same time retreated, standing in the cold water and looking at the enemy in front of him: "What happened to the ice wall just now? Is this cold air a magic spell or an enchanted weapon? It seems like

You are not an ordinary servant, your master values ​​you very much."

At this moment, rumbling roars resounded through the forest, and the water surface shook violently. The majestic dike above made a terrifying loud noise.

 “Deadly!”

Lancenis yelled, turned around and ran towards the west bank of the Beit River. At the same time, Griffith, who realized what was going on, also put away his weapon and ran towards the east bank.

“The dam has broken! Run!”

The rebels who were working on the dam just now let out an earth-shattering scream. Immediately afterwards, the monstrous flood tore apart the broken stone dam, rolled up the hundreds of rebels on the dam, and roared downstream.

Griffith hurriedly climbed up the east bank, grabbed the bow and arrow he had just thrown away, and ran to higher ground. The sweeping flash flood destroyed boulders and trees, roaring behind him like countless galloping horses.

And go.

 Margarius's regiment is doomed.

Although it is still some distance from the camp downstream, and the military camp does not directly face the Beit River. However, such a violent flash flood has accumulated the power after the snow melts in early spring, and the raging flood will rush into the Vero River, and then rush towards the shore.

The camp flooded. In the dark night, by the time the unsuspecting legionnaire discovered that the Vero River was swollen, it was too late.

After the collapse of the only regular army in the area, what will Sonia and the others do when they are trapped in Beit Manor?

Griffith hid on a high ground and watched the flood destroying everything before his eyes. He gritted his teeth and had no choice but to leave.

 Now, we have to find other ways to defeat the 5,000 rebels.

 …

On the tower of Baron Bet's castle, Sonia watched silently as the turbid torrents roared past the east side of the castle. The floods poured down from the mountains to the north wrapped in boulders and trees, making an earth-shattering noise. In Bet

On the lower ground on the river bank, some rebel soldiers who had no time to evacuate were struggling in the flood. It didn't take long for them to disappear into the yellow water together with their torches, broken trees, and huts.

Sonia bit her lips tightly, clasping her hands on her chest and trembling uncontrollably. She and everyone knew that a regular army was camping on the south bank of the Vero River, preparing to cross the river to launch an attack tomorrow morning. Under the turbulent waves, the reinforcements

All hope of siege disappeared.

Professor Witzleben, who insisted on staying to fight, returned to the room without saying a word.

Baron Bethe's face was pale, he was leaning against the cold stone wall, touching a dagger on his waist, not knowing what he was thinking. The flood had already covered the farmland on the shore, and slapped against the village wall at his feet.

.The few militiamen were running around shouting on the village wall, and the militia captain just watched them deliver the frightening news to every house.

“We should break out, right?” Sonia felt that she had almost lost the ability to speak, and it was difficult for her dry mouth to say a word.

Lana and Murat looked around with frowns, their eyes shifted from the village wall to the flooded embankment, and then looked at the flooded ferry not too far away. There were some boats crossing the river there.

But at this time, she didn't know where she was rushed. Fiona looked at Lana for a while, and then for Sonia, as if waiting for someone to come up with an idea.

"Your Majesty, Baron, please inform the militiamen to stick to their posts," Sonia summoned her courage and said in the calmest voice, "The east side of your manor is a strong castle, and the flood is not enough to threaten the manor wall. We must continue to hold on. The old

The town will send more reinforcements."

 “Boom!”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the northwest of the manor. The long-disrepaired manor wall collapsed and opened a gap after being washed away by floods. It was like a slap on Sonia's face.

 At first, it was just a two-meter-wide collapse. As the turbid torrents rolled and beat, pieces of soil and masonry on both sides collapsed and fell into the muddy water, forming a large slope up to seven meters wide.

 “The wall has collapsed!”

A militiaman on the wall of the manor screamed, and people from all over the manor looked over to see the shocking breach. Then hundreds of people shouted in unison, and the commotion of fear among men and women was like a tide. Nona and Nona were on guard on the wall of the manor.

The militiamen around Kurala were running everywhere, and they couldn't be caught.

 After a while, several more parts of the north wall cracked and collapsed. Although no large-scale breaches were formed, the entire north wall was already crumbling.

　　Everyone gathered on the castle was stunned for a moment.

 …

Baron Bethe sent his servants around to pull people up to block the silence, but in the darkness they pulled people and ran away. No one wanted to abandon their families and take risks on the wall at this time. The commotion continued until dawn without even a suitable piece of wood.

None of them were found.

Berthier brought some people and tried to use magic spells to build a wall. He painstakingly planned the construction plan and erected a new wall behind the breach, relying on the building. However, the soft soil soon fell apart.

If it falls over, it cannot be stabilized without enough support.

 When the sky got slightly brighter, the floods subsided slightly. However, the large breach in the manor's wall was not blocked at all.

 The rumbling war drums echoed in the morning light.

The rebel camp in the distance has dispatched more than 20 large rafts, paddling across the yellow water towards the breach in the north wall. They have not launched an attack since surrounding the manor, and are waiting for this moment.

At the same time, there were also large groups of rebels on the outside of the west and south walls. They came in boats and rafts.

The number of rebels who rushed towards the north wall was close to two hundred. They were armed with spears and axes, bent bows and arrows, wore short coats and wrapped their heads with cloth, and made strange noises and screams amidst the sound of drums towards the baron's manor.

Morale in the manor, which was already in chaos, was completely depleted, and no one could be found to repair and defend the walls.

Witzleben came back from his room. He prepared a batch of spell configurations, drew them on parchment and distributed them to everyone, asking all magic students to divide into groups to prepare.

“But what if there is no wall and the rebels rush in?” Several students asked together, “Our magic spell cannot form a long-term barrier.”

 There was no militia left in the manor to fill the front line. The few city defense troops were also panicked and could not hold the huge gap slope.

“I will block the opening, while Nona and Kulala will defend the walls on the other two sides.” Rana responded.

He grabbed a special black cloak and put it on his armor, turned around and walked towards the castle stairs. As he walked, he said to everyone, "Mura continues to reorganize the militia and city defense army. We need to prepare a reserve team."

 His eyes were hidden and sharp, and he first glanced at Professor Witzleben: "Professor, don't take action yet. There may be supernatural beings or evil believers hidden among the rebels."

“I have my own plan,” the professor said coldly.

 Lana's eyes turned to Fiona again: "Prepare the sealed items, I will need them."

The daughter of the Xia Long family was stunned for a moment, then shook her head hurriedly: "These are two hundred rebels! They will kill you!"

Lana's eyes swept across the window at the rebel group on the water in the distance. On the raft full of swords and guns, the chaotic and violent atmosphere seemed to have substance.

"It doesn't matter." Lana smiled and put his arms around Fiona. The girl was at a loss for a moment and subconsciously raised her head and closed her eyes.
To be continued...