Chapter 68 Don’t come over!
The rain is falling, and the smell of blood has begun to spread, bringing a different color to this autumn.
Those riders who failed to pay attention to the situation around them began to throw arrows at Garris and his group of infantry according to the established tactics.
As for those who rushed slower, they all subconsciously slowed down after witnessing the previous scene.
After all, something is wrong with this matter. What the hell kind of guy can throw a spear directly through the human body!
And just as they feel.
Not only did the inexplicable Frank from before not hide in the infantry formation.
Turning around, holding the long sword, he rushed towards the light cavalry at the front, with a momentum far beyond what anyone could compare to.
Along with the howling wind, they could feel the force of Garris' body breaking through the raindrops.
And when it intertwined with the bodies of the two riders, they unconsciously thought that they were dazzled, and it seemed as if there was a flash. Garris disappeared from the ground, and when he reappeared, he had already jumped into the air!
Immediately afterwards, the long sword stained with blood and water swung out an almost full moon in the sky in an instant.
As the sword light retreated, the two heads fell to the ground. The unsuspecting horses were still running wildly carrying the corpses. It was not until a while later that the two horses realized that the people on them had stopped moving.
ah? !
ah? !
Whether it was the Bedouin leader over there, Zaid in the caravan, or others, the expressions on their faces couldn't help but become stupid.
What Garris did was completely different from the previous act of piercing someone's waist with a sword.
At least the action of piercing the waist before was awkward, and it was unlikely that ordinary people would make similar actions. But everyone can see it clearly and understand how it is done.
But this time, throwing a spear with his bare hands and shooting out of his body, he could kill another horse? !
Could it be that Hercules is reincarnated? !
As for what happened next, when they clashed with the cavalry on foot, a flash appeared in mid-air, and then they were killed with swords? !
Could this be Hercules? !
In these two short breaths, Garris' extraordinary move suddenly brought Zaid back to the age of the gods, as if he was not living in the 12th century, but in the 12th century BC.
In Zaid's eyes, the image of that strange Frank was no different from those ancient Greek demigod heroes from two thousand years ago.
As for the Bedouin leader, he was obviously not as educated as Zaid, so he had no other thoughts except being confused.
After experiencing a chill, the Bedouin leader immediately realized that he seemed to have provoked a guy he couldn't afford to offend, and he shouldn't have ordered people to attack so recklessly.
And just when he turned his head and planned to call the brothers around him to prepare to retreat.
There was a roaring sound of wind, followed by the bodyguard beside him, who let out heart-rending screams of fear. Some danger was approaching at a very fast speed!
When the leader turned around, he saw that the Franks, who were thirty steps away, broke through the rain curtain and appeared in front of him.
"Don't come over!"
Subconsciously, the leader shouted helplessly.
Then, no more, Garris kicked off the ground, jumped into the air, and pounced sideways on the Bedouin leader. After accumulating strength, the long sword in his hand slashed in the air with a half-moon slash.
The Bedouin leader was wearing a full set of chainmail, so he shouldn't have to worry about ordinary hacking.
But when faced with this charged attack that fell from the sky, the expensive chain armor was like a piece of paper and failed to provide the slightest protective effect.
From his right shoulder to his left rib, he was slashed diagonally into two pieces by Garris.
When his upper body fell to the ground, his still beating heart led to the blood vessels exposed to the air, allowing the blood to mix with the rain. The expression on the leader's face was fixed at the point where he was scared to the point of being unable to control himself, as if he had seen something indescribable and inhuman.
Along with the rain and the breeze, the autumn rain that nourished the earth became filled with the smell of blood, mixed with the stench of human organs.
After killing the Bedouin leader, Garis stood on the ground, looked around the whole place, and said again: "This is the boundary of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, and all plundering is prohibited."
Everyone he looked at felt as if they were looking at some inhuman monster. They subconsciously shrank their necks, and the hand holding the knife handle could not help but tremble.
This time, no one turned a deaf ear to Gareth's words. The price of despising this monster has been proven.
The Bedouin people around them looked at each other and didn't know who was taking the lead. With a few shouts, those guys scattered like rabbits and escaped into the rain.
With the survival of these Bedouin people, there must be one more terrifying and strange legend in this wilderness.
As for Gairis, he no longer had the intention to pursue. He controlled the fine Arabian horse of the Bedouin leader, comforted the other party, leaned on it, panted heavily, and relaxed his body.
Cardoso's second son Russell, with his group of comrades, hurriedly came up to protect Garris.
Well...
Right now, the most important task for this group of warrior attendants of the Order is to unite closely with Garris to prevent certain accidents from happening.
It's not that after a few outbursts, Garris was completely incapacitated. But during the period of weakness, if you continue to explode forcefully, it will really hurt your body.
After slightly adjusting his condition, Garris came to the caravan, escorted by the surrounding attendants.
But the caravan members who had not yet come to their senses did not think of dismantling the car barrier for a moment.
It wasn't until a while later that Zaid realized that he had turned away his savior. He hurriedly asked people to move the camels, called for Garris and others to come in, and shouted at people to quickly set up a tent and come out. Don't let him go. Garris and his party continued to be soaked in the rain.
Russell was still a little wary, but Garris didn't care. He followed Zaid into the tent and sat down on a stool.
Zaid couldn't help but take a closer look at the Frank.
Assuming that his previous power, which was like that of an ancient Greek demigod hero, was put aside, his first impression of the Frank in front of him was that he was young.
He looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with only a slight layer of fuzz around his mouth.
The light blond slightly naturally curly hair was slightly wet from the rain, and the light green eyes had black pupils, exuding a gentle bookish temperament that was completely different from the bloody aura on his body.
He's a weird guy, Zaid said to himself in his heart.
Then he heard this man introduce himself.
"Welcome, friends from afar, my name is Gareth de Villeroy, the royal agent of this territory, the younger brother of Jesus the Savior, and the Imam of thousands of peoples in this world."< br>
"What?"
Zaid felt as if he heard some minority language that was very similar to Arabic.
Let’s draw Black Monkey again at 12 o’clock. The latest monthly ticket number is 59
(End of chapter)