Lord of the Oasis

In front of the Dark Red Sect is the Viscount Gibran.

Losing his left arm, he still looks burly and strong, riding on a tall horse, wearing black and red robes, letting the already white long wind flutter with the wind, it is with a noble chic.

And his face also had a bright smile, and there was a slight red awn in the depths of his eyes.

Face Kant.

He didn't hate like an enemy.

Because in his heart, the Baron Kant in front of him, and the seemingly large number of troops behind him, will become his sacrifice, at the foot of the death penalty mountain, to complete his blood sacrifice to the supreme existence!

As now, he Gibran is guiding this group of ignorant people into the traps he has set.

Why should he hate?

Thanks too late!

Quietly waiting for the formation of the Kant side to line up, watching the light cavalry who completed the outswing on both wings, Gibran slowly raised his right hand, indicating that his already restless soldiers calmed down.

Zema moved forward, pulling a scepter inlaid with red gems in his wide sleeves.

"Baron Kant."

Gibran nodded gracefully: "See you again."

There are still noble etiquettes.

Just Bestur next to him squinted slightly, looking at this Gibran, Shen Sheng reminded in Kant's ear: "Adult, I feel this guy is not normal, it is best to be careful."

"If he is normal, then it is not normal." Kant shook his head with a chuckle.

Also move forward.

Looking at Gibran in front of him, he also looked down and smiled: "Of course, I met again, Viscount Gibran."

"The weather is good." Gibran chuckled: "Look what I prepared for you, an unexpected surprise. If you don't mind, come and take a look. I'd like to introduce you to the landscape of Death Penalty Mountain and the supremacy of my faith. presence."

"That so-called demon lord?"

Kant laughed equally.

He tilted his head and calmly said, "I'm very interested." It's just that his voice became colder: "If possible, I want to wipe out all of you in front of me, and paint me with blood on the road to the death penalty mountain, and then In putting your so-called supreme existence, the demon lord who should have been wiped out in history, to kill him!"

"Uh." Gibran was a little stunned. The false smirk of the aristocratic tradition on his face hadn't dissipated. He looked at Kant's eyes with some anger.

Viscount Gibran grew up as a noble family.

It has never been so straightforward.

In other words, he has never seen such directness, as outspoken as mercenaries and gangsters scolded the street.

Even if he turned to the abyss demon, in his mind, the etiquette about the nobility was still deeply portrayed in his heart. This has become a habit, and the reflective action cannot be erased at all.

It is even more unacceptable to Kant's unabashed threat!

"You succeeded in causing my anger."

Gibran chuckled.

"Is it."

Kant nodded and waved to the side: "Then make them more angry!"

"Shooting!" Bestur, who had already prepared himself, shouted instantly. He didn't see him. He directly said what Kant wanted to say for Kant. As for guessing the superior thought, Bestur had his own set.

Although he is known for his anger, he was able to escape from the Kugit Khanate and set his name at the 6th in Caladea.

There is also cunning from the deepest heart!

"Swish swish—"

The arrow shot out instantly.

5oo famous Roddock crossbowmen and 5oo Livingston Ranger put their ready killing intentions on their steel crossbows and cone head arrows, and it is less than 3oo towards the front like a waterfall The enemy line outside the meter swayed.

They are class 4 arms, and the elite of the long-range infantry are already qualified to kill 3oo meters.

Thanks to the excellent weapon in his hand.

There are also superb skills!

Dao Liuliu passed by, and these elite crossbowmen struck the targets, and they were the forefront colleagues!

Those archers who were holding short bows or hunting bows with a dismal look, apparently did not want to fight for the Crimson Sect, but were forcibly recruited to come here, presented their initial feast!

"Puff-puff-puff-"

The sound of arrows falling into the meat could not be heard.

In an instant, archers wearing leather armor, or no armor at all, fell down.

The archers were harvested, but they could only bow their heads blankly to avoid them, or frightened towards the surroundings, because the simple bow hunting in their hands, it was good to shoot 5o meters!

The troops of the Principality of the Lions did not pay much attention to the archers. This is the tradition of the nobles.

They believe that only a knighthood composed of knights is the strongest.

As for the crossbowmen.

That's just the little things used by cheap mercenaries.

As long as the knights get close, these soft garbage weapons can not pose any threats. This is a habit that has been cultivated over the years. After all, those mercenaries also have no funds to buy powerful crossbows~www.readwn.com~ War bows and crossbows are fine weapons, far from being comparable to cold weapons like long spears and long swords!

This leads to.

Under the long-range strike of Kant’s forces, the Archer of the Dark Red sect died in pieces.

In just a few moments, 2oo+ archers were killed on the spot, and most of them were wounded, and they have lost their ability to continue fighting. Morale has fallen to a trough and is on the verge of collapse!

"kill!"

Gibran had no mercy.

Looking at the archers who were evading, they turned their heads and gave orders to the dark-red cultists in black robes.

As the long sword and the short-handed axe appeared in the hands of the fanatics, and then mercilessly, they chopped off the archers who dared to flee, and even slaughtered those archers!

The thicker the blood, the piles of corpses gathered in front of the battlefield.

It’s all those innocent archers.

Except for a small number of escapes.

Most of them had their heads cut off by fanatics, and they were randomly thrown in front of them, forming a slaughterhouse-like picture. The whole area began to be filled with a thick **** smell, unusually smelly.

The elite spearmen in the rear were a little shaken, and many people had begun to retort, even commotion.

Can be subject to the deterrent of those fanatics.

No one dared to move.

The formation has been successful. Anyone's disturbance will cause conspicuous commotion and can be easily perceived.

By that time, being killed by fanatics who have no justification at all, in the name of the governor's team, it is just as it should be. If you die, you will die in vain, and there will be no honor at all.

But Kant frowned slightly, reaching for the bow and arrow to pause shooting.

"Something is abnormal." ()

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