Who would have thought that Lana just pulled off Fiona's cloak, took a spear handed by Murat, and tied the cloak with the Sharon family crest to the barrel of the gun.

 What's going on... Fiona dug out her own Shutoral in disappointment and reproach.

 “Beware of their Extraordinary Ones,” Murat warned.

 “It doesn’t matter,” Rana said calmly,

 “The rebels have no soldiers to fight against.”

 …

 The raft reached the breach in the north wall.

A group of capable rebels jumped off the raft with guns and axes in hand, and walked straight towards the slope of the breach in the shallow yellow water.

They let out strange screams, and the already frightened militiamen ran away when they saw them from a distance. Baron Bethe's manor was like a naked girl, already trembling under their clutches.

Just as the rebels were about to ascend the breach, a firm figure as solid as a mountain stood in front of them.

 “Long time no see~”

Amidst the rumbling war drums, Lana climbed up the slope formed by the collapse of the earth wall alone, inserting the spear flag of the Xia Long emblem in his hand into the mud behind him. The wind was fierce, and under the banner of sword and rose, he was wearing a strong

A, standing with sword in hand, facing the surging tide of rebels, standing tall like a rock.

"Come on! The story of Griffith fending off hundreds of goblins by himself has been going on for half a year." Rana's face was calm and even a little excited, "Today I want to show everyone how Xia Long's black wolf can defeat him."

Two hundred heroic figures."

The rebels quickly approached, opened their bows and arrows, and fired more than a dozen arrows at Lana. He turned slightly sideways, raised his black cloak and swept away the strong wind, and the arrows scattered in all directions without causing any damage.

After a round of arrows, the rebel infantry had swarmed down the slope, holding wooden guns, like man-eating rats with fierce eyes, roaring and gesturing up and down with their guns. They did not move forward or retreat, but stared ahead for a long time.

The soldiers stood with swords in their hands, paying attention to the steps of their companions and shouting, but no one took a step forward.

 “Why? Won’t you come up?” Lana asked coldly in a majestic voice.

 No one responded to the dense crowd, but a few people retreated into the cracks in the crowd.

Lana, surrounded by a forest of spear points, Shi Shiran unzipped the lock of his cloak, waved it off, glanced at the crowd with a cold gaze, took the wolf-headed helmet in his hand, buckled it on his head, and pulled it

Lower armor.

The resolute and tenacious face is hidden in the darkness. An unknown and ferocious aura almost turns into the illusion of a ferocious beast.

Wearing a long sword and heavy armor, he approached the rebels step by step like a ferocious black wolf. The rebels gathered at the foot of the slope were crowded and collapsed backwards, and only a faint whisper could be heard from under the terrifying face armor.

 “Then I’m coming.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind rushed in, and black shadows struck violently. The fierce sword blades roared towards him, like a forest of spears turning into stalks of sickle in the blink of an eye.

Lana broke through the firing formation with just one step. The broken blades of the spears were like catkins flying in the sky, and the morale of the rebels was shaken. He took another step forward and swept his horse sword through the crowd, splitting the spine and limbs, and shattering those who hit them.

With just one blow, he killed seven or eight people. Hundreds of rebels screamed in surprise, some made a noise and moved forward, while others turned around and ran away.

 Lana launched an attack with his horse-cutting sword.

Wherever the sword flew, everyone was reduced to powder. The group of rebels who bravely stepped forward were swept away by the wind of the sword. In the blink of an eye, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the rest were in a mess with their livers and gallbladders broken.

Two dexterous figures suddenly flashed among the crowd. Their movements were as erratic as phantoms and extremely fast, exceeding the limits of mortals.

 The Extraordinaries with assassin characteristics among the rebels took action.

Taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, they leaned over to dodge the sharp edge of the sword and chop it towards Rana's calf. The dagger cut on the ankle and calf, and sparks suddenly appeared, and the palms of the two people holding the dagger were full of them.

A tingling sensation.

“So hard!” The assassin exclaimed, glared angrily at the iron-clad soldier in front of him, rolled to one side to avoid it, and hid among his companions again.

They are like fish swimming in water among the crowd, moving freely and smoothly, and they are about to look for opportunities to attack again.

Lana had already noticed them. After a slash, he suddenly restrained his sharp edge and tightened his abdomen and chest. The air on the battlefield seemed to be sucked by him. Fiona and the others who were watching the battle from afar on the castle felt extremely solemn and depressed.

I felt a suffocating feeling, as if there was a black hole swallowing up the world, and even the sound could not escape its clutches.

 “Hurrah!”

Rana let out a war cry that was as loud as thunder. The groups of rebels who surged up from the breach trembled together. Many people's eardrums bleed, and almost all of them fell into a state of deceleration and dizziness, unable to move forward on the soft and slippery mud.

.

 Heartbreaking!

The two shadow-like assassins' legs were as stiff as lead under this roar, and their figures immediately appeared.

 “I found you.”

Lana, who was covered in black armor, was like a wild beast that preyed on people. His eyes were red, and he was holding a huge sword and swept past like a mountain falling apart.

The assassins and the group of rebels were still stuck in the soft wet mud, and they screamed together. The violent wind pressure swept over them, cutting them into pieces. The body parts flew backwards, dragging their stomachs and intestines, and the bodies on their shoulders flew back.

His head still had eyes open in disbelief.

"Ah!"

Lana roared angrily, and swung the fierce sword again, and the heads of the rebels were shattered like tofu. A bloody path was torn open by the blade in the crowded crowd, and severed limbs and intestines were scattered like raindrops, and warm

Hot blood poured on the face of the comrade behind him.

The shrill shouts of the rebel brigade resounded across the sky. They were crowded together and pushed by one person to retreat towards the deep water. Only the bravest ones at the front faced the terrifying giant sword and were instantly reduced to pieces. The infantry behind them were so frightened that they collapsed.

One by one they fell into the murky water and struggled.

This is the horse-killing sword of the Eastern Legion. The selected tall warriors wear heavy armor, iron boots, and hold a life-size giant sword and advance like a wall. Even when facing cavalry and mountain monsters, they will not retreat and attack head-on.

Anyone swept by this sharp blade will be shattered.

Even though there are a large number of bandits, when two hundred people attack one person, it feels like there are sharp swords everywhere, death and broken limbs are everywhere, and screams and screams cover the wilderness.

The chaotic screams were mixed with strange sounds, which were both the rustling sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, and the sound of continuous splashing water.

This strange reverberation horrifies everyone who realizes its cruel implications.

The rebels were crowded into knee-deep muddy water and were being chased and killed by one man. They were surrounded by their accomplices who were pushing and yelling at each other to prevent them from escaping. The giant black wolf tore out pieces of flesh in the crowd, and its bloody and ferocious light made people frightened.

Want to escape to the distant frozen soil.

The rebels, who were fierce and fierce just a few minutes ago, have been defeated and are rushing towards the raft.

The stagnant water and mud were extremely obstructive when they came, and they were even more like a chasm when escaping. No matter how hard they pushed me, they couldn't escape Rana's killing blow. Some people jumped onto the raft, but the rest couldn't squeeze in, so they

He clung to the edge and refused to let go.

More and more people were running for their lives. Seeing that the raft was about to sink, the criminals drew their knives and hacked at them. There were so many fingers on the raft that they could be picked up with their hands.

 Amidst the screams, groups of rebels who had no time to escape were swept away by the sword wind of the horse-killing sword, and fell into pieces into the muddy water.

As the rebel resistance collapsed, the screams gradually became muffled, replaced by more dense sounds of falling water, like heavy rain falling on the lake.

The bandit who was still on the raft was so frightened that he hurriedly propped up the raft, left his comrades who were still calling for help and fled to the old camp, lest he fall behind others.

 “The rabble.”
Chapter completed!