Chapter 32 Interception in front of Kyoto 2

The plumage arrows that flew straight down were like the heavy rain in summer, dense and fierce.

The knights who were still stunned and didn't have time to dismount were like upright targets. The brown armor was like paper-paste under the volley of feather arrows at such a close range. As blood was spraying, a series of muffled groans came, and together with the horse's neigh, they performed a tragic elegy.

The black armored knights who had been escorting Griffili's side were all dismounted at the first time, but they did not form a defensive battle formation in front of him and old Quino as Griffili thought, but...

In the surprise of Griffili's wide mouth, these fierce and cold-blooded black armored knights of the family actually fled. Yes, they abandoned their horses, armors, and guns. The whole movement was completed in one go. Just like they ran away professionally, they instantly fled along the cliff walls on both sides of the canyon toward the gorge behind. Only a pair of lonely old and young men were left, stunned!

In fact, only Griffili, whose mind had not turned around, was stunned. Old Quino always maintained a plain expression. His thin body swayed back and forth around Griffili, with agile and flexible steps. He kept waving his hands, catching the feather arrows shot to them one by one, and then throwing them around him. His whole set of movements was as smooth as the sky was pouring silver, and he was fast and calm.

Looking at the remaining images left by old Quino around his body, Griffili was really stunned this time. He suddenly understood why the second uncle, the commander of the 50,000 Empire Knights, would respectfully call "Uncle" when facing the old slaves of this family. Why did both the black armored knights and the mages obey the old Quino along the way, and no matter what orders, there was no intention of questioning them at all, why did he know that there was an ambush in the canyon but he did not dare to break through...

This is based on his own powerful power. In the face of absolute power, no conspiracy or tricks follow. Although Griffili didn't know what level of his own strength had reached, he remembered that Old Quino once said to Hepp-Suistel on the road, "Even if something happened on the road, no one could stop him with the young master!" The old man who could say such words might be a little conceited, but more confident!

It was under the protection of this extremely confident old man that the bow and arrow on his head had shot five waves, and he didn't even hurt a single hair. So, Steman, who should have been worried, became the most idle person on the field, and he began to turn his head and look around in vain.

But this, from Griffili's exclaiming to the "escape" of the Black Armored Knight, to Old Quino strolling around Stearman in the garden, as if not in self-defense, and more like carefully carving the elegant works of art to stop all the feather arrows shot to them, it was just a momentary thing.

The mages hid next to the carriage, and feather arrows hit the magic shield and stirred up ripples. Without the protection of the warrior shield, they were full of magic power and felt an indescribable affliction in this close-range encounter. After being attacked, they shot several magical signals to the sky for help. Then, they also felt a strong wave of magic element on the top of the cliff. If the magic above landed in a canyon that was only twenty meters wide, the consequences would be unimaginable. So in addition to supporting the magic shield around them, they tried their best to perform magic countermeasures. The professional term is called "spell dispersion"! This is also the main reason why there were only feather arrows but no magic fell in the canyon from the beginning.

At this time, the excellent qualities of the Gladiolus Knight who had been beaten at first began to show. The knights who had entered the canyon pulled out their shields from the dead horse's back, formed a simple circular defensive formation on the spot, and leaned towards Steman desperately. The knights who were still outside the valley quickly split into two, and a black armored knight who was supposed to "escape" in Griffily's eyes touched up the hillside of the valley entrance, while the remaining ones rushed into the valley with two shields, desperately rushing towards the valley, and pounced against the two old and young people who were alone to welcome the arrow.

The gladiolus knights who risked their lives to rush to Steman's side immediately formed a shield formation, blocking the feather arrows shot at the young and old, layer by layer. Blood instantly sprinkled the distance of the canyon at a distance of ten meters.

"Master, please take the young master and withdraw first!" A knight who looked like a leader couldn't help but remind him, looking at the old Quino who had no intention of escaping.

However, in Old Quino's dictionary, I don't know if there are words such as "escape" and "retreat", or he thinks that the group of attackers on the top of the cliff who dare to sneak are just an ant-like existence in his eyes. So Old Quino didn't listen to this kind reminder, his eyes were just calmly looking at the blood stains that had begun to seep into the sand and stones on the ground. Perhaps, he had never thought of escaping!

"Does the blood of these soldiers make you humiliate, heartache, pity and then angry? My young master, these are not important. What matters is that you are still alive!" Old Quino saw that although Old Quino did not show any emotions on his face, his hand that was holding the steel gun and exerted too much force and made Old Quino catch his unwillingness and resentment.

"Remember, you are the descendant of the Steadman family. As long as you are still standing here, you are the ruler of the Steadman family. Go and get it back after the enemy has imposed on you! Don't be afraid of waiting, and don't care how long it takes. The Steadman family's inheritance is not only glory, but also hatred! So, put away the unnecessary emotions in your heart, and face each enemy with a smile is the best inheritance of the Steadman family, even if you are just a fool now."

Old Quino's words gradually calmed down Steman's resentment, but it could not be erased. At least the soul in his body, who came from a civilized society, could not regard the blood shed by these warriors because of him as if they were gone. At this moment, he could only feel guilty in his anger at the passionate blood shed around him.

The arrows still had no intention of staying, and they shot on the shield and jingled together. The mages on both sides were still making unremitting efforts to display and disperse the spells. The two old and young in the field still had no intention of going out. They were calm and had no fear at all. They were waiting for their real opponents, or in other words, they could seize the clues that hidden the enemy behind the scenes.

Crack! Crack!

This sound is even more harsh with the sound of feather arrows of "swish" and the soldiers guarding the two old and young people were not afraid when they heard this sound, but showed a despair. However, Old Quino was just the opposite. With the increasingly rapid "squeaking" sound, an excited red tide appeared on his face.

"Damn it, it's the city guard crossbow, let's go back!" The palace mages obviously knew that their magic shield could not withstand the impact of the huge power of the crossbow arrows. They were already weak and did not want their noble lives to dissipate outside the capital gate that was far away. Moreover, they have become fools, the young master of the Steman family is not worthy of their life to protect.

The palace mages opened any door and left the battlefield, but the family mage Weir did not leave. He just looked at the two old and young people protected by layers of shields with a blank look, and then fell to the ground without any image and rolled under the four-wheeled carriage.

A carriage made of black iron wood should withstand the impact of crossbow arrows, right?

With a "bang", a three-meter-long crossbow arrow tore the air and shot down from above in an instant, hitting the heavy carriage and jumping up. After falling, it shocked Weir, who was under the carriage, was frightened. He even squirted in his mind, but there was no trace of dust, because the ground was covered with blood!

Before Vir could wake up from his dizziness, the second crossbow arrow came again. After a loud bang, it still did not penetrate the carriage, but it broke a wall of the carriage. The thick wooden board rolled back like a fallen leaf, and finally covered the body of a warrior.

The crossbow arrows hit the carriage one by one, which smelled like they would not turn around without breaking them. However, the attackers never thought that their target was not in the car at all, and they were deceived by the seemingly loyal mage...

The feather arrows did not stop, but became increasingly dense, numbing the hands of the warriors holding their shields.

A series of hot fireballs fell from the cliff with the arrow rain, driving away the darkness in the canyon, but gave everyone in the valley a chill. There was no "magic countermeasure" that disturbed the mages on the cliff, and finally let go of their hands and feet to reveal their hideous fangs. They even walked to the edge of the cliff after sending out magic, poked their heads out to see the effect of the people below being scorched by the flames. However, they were used to sending nightmares to others, and when they showed their heads a little, they brought themselves a nightmare...

At the moment the fireballs took off, Old Quino had already pushed away the shield with Griffili in his left hand and leaped to the side. He waved his right hand in the air and caught the arrows that shot him, and then threw them out, not downward, but upward...

These feather arrows were as fast as those with eyes, and were nailed straight to the four mages who just poked their foreheads out at a faster speed than when they came. There were no more or less, and each of them had three.

Curiosity will really kill people!

Finally I saw the enemy's blood!

Griffili, who was in the fog of old Quino, had not had time to sigh, but was almost suffocated by the heat waves around him. He could even feel his eyebrows and hair curled.

The warriors who risked their lives to come to Griffili were hit by the flying fireballs without any surprise. The bursting flames ignited again on them in an instant. They screamed and rolled, trying to make their lives exist in the world for an additional minute. The next moment, they had turned into ashes, and their souls after death were destined to be unable to sublimate.

The flames did not go out, and began to spread along the dense feather arrows on the ground.

This is war, blood and fire, no need for more explanation!

Griffili, who was carried by old Quino, could no longer regain the anger in his heart, and he passed this anger onto the cliff with his eyes, and he looked so stupid.

Bang!

The black carriage finally fell apart under the repeated shooting of crossbow arrows. The scattered wooden boards were covered with ditch marks, but they did not break, maintaining its last dignity.

The golden gladiolus badge inlaid on the wooden board has also peeled off. After rolling around on the ground, it was hit by a feather arrow that was obviously shot and made a crisp sound, as if shouting...
Chapter completed!