Chapter 53
That night, as usual, the army of Grand Duke Lanshi sent several joint corps to approach the garrison of the Wind Shaper Corps at the foot of Baifeng Mountain to harass them.
However, this time there was an extra hidden move.
Three teams of elite cavalry, taking advantage of the cover of night and the feint corps, launched a surprise attack on the enemy camp from three directions at the same time.
This time it was not a harassing attack, but a direct charge on the garrison.
The three cavalry, the first ones were all knights above level seven, they were like sharp arrows, breaking through the outer defense of the enemy garrison with the momentum of the charge.
They seemed to have no intention of turning back, killing anyone they saw, and beheading the enemy, causing great chaos.
The Wind Shaper Corps thought that the rebels tonight were just harassing them like the previous few days, and were preparing to send troops to eat up these harassing troops. As a result, they suffered a great loss and caused chaos in the military camp. However, the Wind Shaper Corps was the last dignity of the royal family after all, and it was not without reason that it could dominate neighboring countries for hundreds of years.
Soon, a group of swordsmen wearing green cloth armor, holding special hollow swords, and carrying two long swords on their backs, arrived at the scene and encircled the cavalrymen who broke into the barracks.
They suddenly swung their swords and slashed from a distance. The hollow swords passed through the air, making a strange whistling sound.
The air was wrapped in an inexplicable force, and it actually formed an invisible airflow blade with the sword blade, slashing straight across a distance of dozens of meters, sharp and swift.
People who don't know will be shocked by this: a group of swordsmen, like the seventh-level knights, slashed out a long-distance flying slash!
In fact, the power of these translucent airflow slashes is enough to rival the fighting spirit slashes.
In the face of such airflow slashes, only the seventh-level knights who use fighting spirit armor to protect their whole body can ensure safety. The rest of the light cavalry and even the fifth-level swordsmen were directly slashed by the sword.
Because after the airflow blade hits the target, in addition to the initial impact force, the sharp airflow will also spread out, drill into any gaps in the armor, drill, stab, and cut.
So even if the airflow blade is forcibly broken up with the sword in hand, the target's fate is still very miserable.
In addition to the airtight full-body defense, there seems to be no way to block the damage of the airflow blade.
It was also because of their appearance that the momentum of the rebels who were rampant in the military camp was curbed.
Someone among the rebels exclaimed:"Wind-strike swordsmanship! Damn, it's the Wind-shaping Swordsman!"
"Knights, don't be stingy with your fighting spirit, maintain your fighting spirit armor! Everyone else, take care to dodge, don't confront them head-on!"
After all, they were opponents that had been in a standoff for a long time. The leader of the rebel cavalry issued warnings again and again. His subordinates also knew how powerful the Wind Shaper Swordsman was, so they didn't dare to neglect him and went to places with many obstacles.
"Run? Can they run away?"
A leader of the Wind Shaper Swordsmen saw the rebels fleeing in all directions, and he snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab a long sword behind him, and threw it directly.
The long sword whistled and flew out, accurately shooting a rebel cavalryman off his horse. Then he stretched out his hand and saw that the long sword seemed to be hooked by a rope, and flew back quickly, and immediately flew back to his hand.
The leader held the hollow sword in one hand and the long sword in the other hand, and his body was as fast as the wind, chasing after the other rebel cavalrymen, and at the same time shouted:
"Chase! Don’t let any one go!"
After receiving the order, the wind-shaping swordsmen quickly dispersed and chased the fleeing rebels, and their speed was even faster than that of ordinary war horses.
Seeing the wind-shaping swordsmen take action, the other soldiers in the barracks finally calmed down, no longer panicked, and began to assist in the search in an orderly manner.
No one knew that a strong man from the Holy Domain had sneaked into the barracks while taking advantage of the chaos.
The appearance of the wind-shaping swordsmen was seen by Alexiel who was hiding in the dark, but in her opinion, there was nothing incomprehensible about this prestigious army.
It was nothing more than a special army with long-range attack capabilities combined through wind-attribute enchanted weapons and wind-attribute magic swordsmanship, and its actual level had just reached the sixth level.
With the increase in number, it is indeed an ace that cannot be ignored for this country, but that's all. Compared with the dragon blood warriors created by the Holy Lord, it is really not up to par.
She soon stopped paying attention, and her slender body wandered in the dark like a ghost, looking for the target - at the moment, completing the Holy Lord's mission was the most important thing.
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In the center of the Wind Shaper Legion camp, the surrounding torches and bonfires illuminated the place.
The defense here is strict, with a visible guard every ten steps and a hidden sentry every five steps, plus teams of guards patrolling back and forth, even a fly would not be able to fly in.
Protected by layers of layers is a spacious wooden house, simple but exquisite, with all facilities available, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding military tents. It is obvious at a glance that there must be an important person living inside.
In fact, it is true.
At this moment in the wooden house, an elderly man in a wizard's robe is concentrating on writing magic scrolls at a wooden table, as if the noise from the outside world can't disturb his state of mind at all.
It was not until a white lighting ball suspended by the table suddenly fluctuated that the old man was slightly stunned and put down the magic pen in his hand.
The old man sighed, picked up the long-handled staff leaning against the table, stood up slowly, and said as if talking to himself:
"I never thought that a mere Grand Duke of Blue Stone could actually ask a powerful Saint who has mastered spatial abilities to take action! It's a pity that all the barriers I set up outside the house were in vain."
In the darkness in the corner of the house, Alexiel slowly walked out of the shadows.
She looked at the calm old man and asked with a puzzled look:"Since you have discovered me, why don't you call for help or run away? Do you think you can compete with me at this distance?"
The Saint Mage Kolotaf, who has lived for thousands of years, smiled and shook his head, and said slowly like a sage who saw through everything:"I just know clearly that after you quietly entered my magic workshop, all resistance has lost its meaning. No one in this camp can save me from you, including myself."
His answer moved Alexiel, and she couldn't help but praise:
"Few people can face death so calmly, Mr. Mage, you are one of them."
The old mage said faintly:"I have lived long enough. Death is just a long-awaited but never experienced deep sleep for an old guy like me."
As he said this, the old man looked at the beautiful lady who was about to assassinate him, and there was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes:
"What pure and clear eyes! I saw a noble and holy soul in them. I can't imagine how great a person must be to be loyal to someone like you! I just hope he is a wise ruler who can lead this country to a new life."
"The only pity is that I failed to protect this country for the late king."
Alexiel narrowed his eyes slightly and asked,"Do you know that I am not the man of Grand Duke Lanshi?"
The old wizard laughed, confidently and firmly:"How can a person who is blinded by power and greed be worthy of being a monarch as strong as you? In the eyes of your real master, that guy should be just a poor creature being used, right?"
Alexiel put his hand on the long sword at his waist and slowly drew out the blade. He felt a little emotional in his heart: This wise old man is seeking death!
At the same time, he said in a deep voice:
"You know what? I could have saved you from death, as long as I could make you no longer a threat! After seeing you, I even thought of letting you serve my Lord."
"Unfortunately, you said something you shouldn't have said. Since you are determined to die, I will help you."
As soon as the words fell, a clear sword sound rang out in the wooden house.
In an instant, the magic lights went out.······