Thief (next)

　　Time gradually passed, the fog that shrouded the castle around also gradually dispersed, and everyone was able to clearly see the line of knights in front of them.

　　They came flying, raising smoke and dust all over the sky, a rough count, there are at least two or three thousand people, or even more.

　　Old Wilson, as well as all the knights in the territory, were alert and standing by, with their great swords flashing with cold light, waiting only for Old Wilson to give the order, they would immediately move forward to kill.

　　But old Wilson was slow to give the order, but instead, his gaze became increasingly grave.

　　"Three thousand people, at least three thousand thieves."

　　Old Wilson murmuredin a low voice, and the look on his face became more serious. Suddenly, he called Pula next to him and said in a low voice: "Pula, go protect Merlin, no matter what the situation is, you have to protect him to survive!"

　　Pula hesitated, but finally complied with the order and came to Merlin's side. He had never seen such a grave and tense look on old Wilson's face since he followed him off the battlefield.

　　"All heavy armored knights, line up and prepare to charge!"

　　Old Wilson bellowed, at once, those knights in black heavy armor, have raised the hands of the knight's lance, pointing to the sky, standing in line behind the old Wilson, ready to charge.

　　Soon, a large group of thieves swarmed in, but they looked orderly and stopped a few hundred meters from the castle, and from the crowd gradually came out three white-robed men wearing golden masks.

　　Old Wilson's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew that the three masked men should be the leaders of this group of thieves. At a cursory glance, he saw that the number of thieves was simply endless and could have surrounded the entire castle.

　　In terms of numbers, old Wilson's heavily armored knights have the most fighting power, but the number is too small, only a mere two hundred people, even if you add the other six or seven hundred knights in the territory, a total of no more than a thousand people. Compared with the bandits in front of this at least three thousand people, the number is really too small.

　　Moreover, old Wilson is discerning, just from the march of these thieves, is very orderly, and high combat literacy, which is only after a rigorous training, can have such performance.

　　Seeing the group of thieves in front of him, old Wilson was as if he had returned to the brutal battlefield, as if he was not facing a group of scattered thieves, but a group of well-trained elite army.

　　"Since when do thieves have such good training?"

　　Old Wilson's gaze was like electricity, sweeping the large group of thieves in front of him, and finally fixed his gaze on the three men wearing golden masks, who were the leaders of the group of thieves, and only by defeating them could the territory be preserved.

　　Thinking of this, old Wilson raised his great sword with one hand and shouted towards the two hundred heavily armored knights behind him, "In the name of knightly glory, kill!"

　　"In the name of knightly glory, kill!"

　　Two hundred heavily armored knights also shouted in unison, the momentum is exciting, as if not put in the eyes of the three thousand thieves in front of the general, the body emits a palpitating aura.

　　This is the old Wilson spent more than ten years of energy, almost half of the territory's taxes, are used to build this heavy armor knights, and today, will be the first battle of this heavy armor knights!

　　"Rumble".

　　Two hundred heavily armored knights moved, just like a landslide, the earth trembled, two hundred heavily armored knights followed behind old Wilson, just like a black torrent, straight into the formation of thieves in front.

　　Old Wilson was the first to take the lead, with two hundred heavily armored knights, raw rushed out a bloody road, no matter how many thieves in front, seem to be unable to resist the impact of the heavily armored knights.

　　The heavy armor on the heavy armor knights, simply do not fear the ordinary sword and spear cutting, must have a strong force will be shocked, fall to the horse, or kill the exhausted after, no more fighting power, only then, can deal with this heavy armor knights.

　　Old Wilson led a district of two hundred heavily armored knights, a shock at least cut down more than three hundred thieves, and little or no damage to themselves.

　　The three men wearing golden masks in the distance, looking at the old Wilson leading the knights in heavy armor, in the bandit group constantly pounding, although it is not possible to see their faces, but I think it will definitely not look good.

　　"So powerful heavy armor knight, this Wilson really has a set, worthy of being able to survive in the 'slaughterhouse' in the first place, if only he could return to the embrace of God ... "

　　One of the men wearing a golden mask sighed somewhat sorrowfully.

　　"Angus, we can't let him keep charging like this, I'll kill him, and his heavily armored knights will naturally collapse."

　　These three people can also see that old Wilson is the soul of that heavy armor knights, just like the wolf king in the wolf pack, with the old Wilson charge in front, this heavy armor knights are fearless and invincible.

　　Therefore, to defeat this heavy armor knights, it is necessary to cut down the old Wilson.

　　"Quero, Leero, you two go together and make sure to kill Wilson!"

　　Angus said in an icy tone.

　　"Haha, Angus, don't worry, a mere Wilson, what's it worth?"

　　So two white-robed men wearing golden masks rode quickly toward old Wilson.

　　Although the old Wilson's heavy armor knights, invulnerable, almost everywhere they pass, nothing can resist them, but after all, the number of thieves is too large, even if they rush left and right, but never able to break out of the heavy siege, on the contrary, the number of thieves surrounding the siege is increasing.

　　Quero and Leero, who quickly rushed down, commanded some thieves and cut old Wilson and the heavily armored knight apart.

　　A short-haired fiery red Quero, directly in front of Wilson, slowly drew a large sword, gaze dead on the old Wilson.

　　"Remember, you died at my Quero's hands!"

　　With a low roar, the great sword in his hand instantly erupted into a dazzling glow, and even in the midst of the melee, the glow appeared extremely dazzling.

　　Seeing the light that erupted from Quero's great sword, which was strongly fluctuated by the element of light, old Wilson changed his expression, as if in some disbelief, and his voice was slightly hoarse as he growled, "The element of light ... you are the guardian swordsmen of the Church?"

　　Old Wilson was shocked in his heart, originally thought it was a thief, but never thought that there was actually a Yuanming swordsman who could catalyze the element of light. He knew very well that this kind of light swordsman would definitely be absorbed by the church and become a guardian swordsman in the church.

　　In the blink of an eye, the thief turned into the church, the admired guardian swordsman, old Wilson for a time, but also do not know what is going on.