The numerous steel spears directly cut off the offensive of thousands of escorts throughout the slave exchange, like a scarlet dividing line of death.

There were still a few people who did not die on the spot, and could only watch helplessly as the blood that kept pouring out of them spread along the spears into the yellow sand at their feet, and quickly disappeared.

Perhaps this scene was too shocking to these private escorts who had never been on a real battlefield, so that the offensive of the remaining private escorts was stopped, giving the Jin Ge adventure group under Alyssa a breather.

Chance.

Just when the crowd was shocked by the terrifying lethality of those 'Jenissare Rebels', the fat Gernat chopped down a private soldier who was standing still with one knife, and roared ferociously with fear on his face.

:

"Pursue! Capture their ship! They have no more spears to throw! Hurry!"

The slave trader was really scared at this moment. Just before, a spear was actually aimed at his head.

At the critical moment, if the repulsive force generated by the protective magic artifact on his body hadn't deflected the spear, he might have ended up no better than the howling private guards.

At the same time, he could almost conclude that this group of terrifying warriors who suddenly appeared could never be the so-called Jensar rebels.

In his impression, the throwing distance of an ordinary spear thrower may only be about two to three hundred steps, and the longbow archer can reach about four hundred steps, but those who can shoot from six hundred steps away and hit accurately like this group of people can do so at a glance

of...

He does know that some high-level knights who are famous in Kalishan can do it. Doesn't that mean that all members of this small army are composed of high-level warriors above level 10?

He had never heard of this kind of combat organization except during the long-lost Xia En Empire!

Even Sir Pasha might not be able to produce such elites.

So much so that he suspected that this group of people came from north of the Marching Mountains? From a certain lord of Tethyr?

But isn't it rumored that there are ongoing divisions and confrontations within Tethyr over the issue of the Crown Prince's legitimacy? Why would they rashly interfere with their Kalishan?

But Gernat just thought about it for a while and put this problem behind him. At this time, he only had one idea: capture the Queen of the Sword Coast, hijack their ship, and then escape along the coast back to Carlin City, otherwise

Facing that group of tough warriors, none of them might survive!

At the same time that the slave guards regained their strength and headed towards the coast, chasing Alyssa and the others, the slave servant army, also numbering about 300 people, collided head-on with Pantos and the others.

...

XIII and his companions have been on the real battlefield. Since they have not been able to be traded for many years, in order to recover some costs, the Ponte Slave Exchange often leases them as war mercenaries to nobles and even those who need military merit and land.

Pasha.

But even so, as they looked at the troop that was rapidly approaching them, their hearts couldn't stop sinking.

It was clearly under the blazing desert sun, and my soul felt as cold as being in an ice cave.

unbeatable...

There is no chance of winning.

The difference is really too big.

'But at least we died on the battlefield and not under the whips of slave owners.

'Perhaps, this is our destiny..."

XIII gathered his scattered thoughts, and his originally empty eyes suddenly became a little brighter. Then he put the spear in his hand on the ground and shouted loudly:

"Array!

"Raise your shield!

"Meet the enemy!"

The three hundred slaves and servants silently changed their formations and quickly moved to a position they had rehearsed countless times, forming a semicircular defensive line on the approaching path of Pantos and the others.

Immediately, spears pierced out from the gaps in the shield, like countless porcupine-like spikes growing out of a thick turtle shell.

On the other side, looking at the 'children' mentioned by this group of lords, even Pantos couldn't help but show admiration, then turned to Captain Herbert and said:

"Captain Herbert, these children will be left to your company. Try to catch them alive."

"Yes! I will obey your will!"

Herbert looked solemn, and immediately pulled out the knight's sword from his waist, raised it high, and ordered:

"Second Company, follow me and break up their formation!"

Following their orders, if you look down from above Li Wei at this moment, you can see that three hundred-man phalanxes were about to engage the group of slaves and servants. Except for the company led by Herbert, they came forward to meet them.

The two battle groups passed by the 'turtle shell' respectively.

However, that group of slaves and servants did not dare to act rashly. Facing such an enemy, once they lost their formation, they would be lambs to be slaughtered at any time.

But even though XIII had repeatedly tried to improve his assessment of the place, the moment the two sides engaged in battle, XIII knew that he was terribly wrong.

They saw the middle-aged soldier who seemed to be limping a little when he was walking ten steps closer to them. Just as he was taking a deep breath and preparing to give orders to fight, the man who seemed to be called 'Herbert' by the leader

With a heavy stamp of his feet, the man quickly occupied his entire field of vision.

First, a cold light flashed, and several spears, including his, broke at the same time. Immediately, the large shield made entirely of steel slammed into their defensive formation.

Amidst the dull sound of bang, XIII, who was the first to hear it, saw his eyes black for a moment. The entire iron-clad round shield exploded, crushing his hand, hitting his chest, and spurting out a mouthful of crimson blood.

This reminded him of the feeling of powerlessness he felt when he was walking on the street when he was a child and was hit by a galloping nobleman on horseback. His whole body was thrown high into the air.

XIII, who was in mid-air, saw that the Ponte defensive formation that they had trained for thirteen years was directly knocked open by a man whose strength was so strong that it was not like a human being, and a huge gap was opened. At least

Seven or eight people were thrown away like him by this huge force.

The whole person had just landed, and in his constantly buzzing ears, there seemed to be countless crackling sounds of a frying pan.

It was the sound of weapons being chopped and shields breaking.

It's the crisp sound of bones breaking, the muffled sound of a human body falling to the ground.

His ears were filled with the anxious shouts of his companions for help, and the miserable howls of unwillingness and pain.

And the wind-like whistling of the knights as they broke up their formation.

XⅢ spit out a mouthful of blood foam, forced his sore body to stand up, gritted his teeth and raised his head.

He saw the Centurion who had just knocked him away striding towards him, either raising his sword to knock away the weapons in their hands, or knocking them unconscious with a round shield. No one could do it.

Survive an encounter in front of him!

That scene... reminded XIII of the time when his father, a warrior, was training and beating him when he was a child.

This doesn't feel like a war at all...

"ah!!!"

XIII bent down and picked up a long sword from the sand, and rushed towards Herbert like a wounded tiger cub.

Just like when he was a child, he rushed towards his father who always had a hateful look on his face.

It's a pity that the man died later and he became an orphan and a slave.

He knew that death might be inevitable today.

But he hopes he can die like a true warrior.

Instead of being like a slave, like a pig, the other party presses the head on the wheel and slaughters the neck with a short knife.

At least, he was once the son of a warrior.

puff!

But as soon as he had this idea, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen. XIII was kicked back and fell headlong into the sand.

"No!!!"

He raised his head again, and just as he was about to stand up, someone folded his hands behind his waist and pushed him back. Immediately, the man's warning voice came from behind:

"You restless brat, just stay here."

XIII spat out the sand in his mouth and was about to resist when he suddenly saw an incredible scene.

It was clearly 313 versus 100, but it seemed that only ten seconds had passed since the battle began. Looking at it, there were not many of the more than 300 people left standing at this time.

But he realized immediately that the other party did not kill them? Instead, he captured them all?

This result makes XIII, who calls himself a warrior, feel very uncomfortable.

Are you taking such a big risk just to capture them alive?

In XIII's opinion, any one of these warriors is more valuable than the sum of them all.

Just when XIII couldn't help but think about what kind of fate they would face next, there was a sudden aura from the south that made him feel palpitating.

He turned his head suddenly, and his pupils dilated instantly.

They saw the opponent's 'chapter leader', who had led his team around them, suddenly squatting on the desert when he was still 300 steps away from the opposite side, and a terrible pressure rose over the entire desert.

That feeling... was as terrifying as facing an earthly dragon in the Colosseum.

The next moment, XIII was shocked to see the chapter leader soar into the sky, and the long sword in his hand turned into a stream of light, penetrating the heavy defenses in front of the master and his fat body, and plunged into the sand.

Two scarlet dragon wings sprouted from the man's back, and then swooped down toward the crowd like blazing meteors.

"Roar!!!"
To be continued...