The cheering crowd took a long time to gradually quiet down.
At this moment, everyone's gaze towards Sun Fei had completely changed, especially the guards of the Soros Merchant Caravan who had previously been somewhat dismissive. If they had previously considered themselves superior because they came from the prosperous capital and were used to the arrogant nobles of powerful forces, and thus looked down on this country bumpkin King from a remote corner, Sun Fei eyes were now filled with awe and worship. This was the innate reaction of the weak towards the strong. In the jungle-law Azeroth Continent, the strong are respected, and everything is decided by fists and swords.
The team set off after a brief regrouping.
This victory dispelled the ominous cloud of ambush that had hung over the expedition and the Soros Merchant Caravan. Now, with such a powerful figure capable of defeating the Judgment Knight in their ranks, unless someone was courting death, they would be eager to curry favor, let alone launch an attack! That would be tantamount to suicide!
Therefore, everyone was full of confidence.
Sun Fei rode comfortably on the back of the Big Black, with a beautiful woman in his arms.
After crossing the Twin Towers Mountain, there was only a few slightly undulating hills, followed by an endless expanse of plains. The expeditionary force's journey was now on a smooth road, free from any more treacherous mountains or rivers. If all went well, they would reach the empire in a little over a day.
However, just as he was about to reach the end of the road leading up the distant hill, Sun Fei suddenly looked back north. In that brief moment, for some unknown reason, Sun Fei had a sudden premonition, a strange, faint feeling lingering in his heart, as if he had encountered something in the distant Chambord City...
Rumble rumble rumble--!
The entire grassland trembled, and the earth groaned.
Like a torrent of water bursting its banks, the cavalry surged forth in a vast, untamed mighty force, appearing on the distant horizon. Long, narrow banners fluttered in the air like black dragons, struggling menacingly against the sky. These banners, all black, were adorned with crudely drawn, blood-dripping steel blades and white skulls in red and white paint. This was an army of unknown origin, all clad in armor that could be painted black. The leading knights bore no insignia on their horses, armor, helmets, or shields, clearly concealing their presence.
Two thousand black-armored knights charged forward like a black torrent, their killing intent palpable.
Directly in front of them, on a slightly raised hill, two people, one in red and one in black, stood tall on two horses, like giant rocks standing between heaven and earth, facing the Black Torrent without fear, quietly waiting for something.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.
" Didier Drogba, the Taurus Gold Saint under King of Chambord, is here! Hey army, you have invaded the territory of Kingdom of Chambord! You have ten breaths to turn back and withdraw immediately, or... you will be killed without mercy!"
A knight atop the hill suddenly roared, his voice booming like thunder, carrying far and wide, actually suppressing the roar of thousands of cavalrymen galloping ahead.
but--
call out!
The response from the other side was an even louder, longer arrow.
With a piercing whistle that pierced the air, deafeningly loud, the arrow, its shaft shrouded in a faint flame, hurtled towards the ground like a meteor descending from the heavens.
"Oh no... Didier, watch out!" Lampard's expression changed drastically.
He could tell that the arrow contained a strong Fire-Attribute Dou Qi fluctuation, with astonishing momentum and lightning speed. It was at least an arrow shot by a Three-Star Class Mid Stage Dou Qi expert. Fearing that Drogba would be careless and suffer a loss, he took the initiative and threw a punch. A silver lightning bolt shot out from his fist and struck the fiery red arrow. It exploded in mid-air with a loud bang, and a transparent shockwave spread out, destroying the nearby vegetation!
"You son of a bitch, you don't know what's good for you!" Drogba roared in fury.
He glanced around, his eyes darting around, then reached for the giant axe hanging from the saddle. With a mighty swing of his arms, he hurled it outwards. His arms, tempered and refined by the [ Hulk Potion ], possessed at least ten thousand jin of strength. The axe spun wildly and howled, its power even surpassing that of the previous fiery arrow as it pierced the air.
He threw this axe nearly two hundred meters.
The knight who had shot the arrow earlier dared not block it head-on. His body shone with fiery red Dou Qi, and he instantly leaped into the air to Avoid. His movements were extremely agile, and in a flash, he was back on his horse. He was clearly a master.
However, the others following behind him were in for a terrible time.
Before the first rider could react, he was struck head-on by the wildly spinning, slicing giant axe. Without uttering a sound, he was cleaved in two at chest level. His upper body continued to gallop forward with his horse, but fell to the ground and was trampled into a bloody pulp. Even so, the giant axe's momentum did not wane, flashing like silver light. Six or seven knights in full armor behind him also suffered the same fate of being dismembered, instantly creating a bloody backflow in the cavalry torrent.
"Damn it, charge at him and kill him!" The Fire-Element Dou Qi knight who had narrowly escaped death shouted through gritted teeth as he drew his longsword.
The Black Torrent accelerated its advance, becoming even more arrogant and frenzied.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh--!
A sharp whistling sound rang out as four longswords enveloped in Dou Qi flashed in various colors and shot out instantly.
"No, there's a master among their troops! The two of us can't hold them off, retreat!"
Upon hearing the sound of the arrows whistling through the air, Lampard's expression changed drastically. These four arrows carried a fierce momentum, indicating that there were at least four level three or higher experts in the enemy's main camp, along with more than two thousand Black Torrent cavalry. This was not something he and Drogba could stop on their own.
" Frank, hold on a minute, let's give these bastards a little something more as a greeting, hehe..."
As Drogba spoke, he took down the other three giant axes hanging from the Crimson Flame Beast saddle. With three sharp whooshing sounds, the giant axes spun around as if slicing through space under his terrifying brute force, stirring up three bloody torrents of blood and gore in the black aura opposite him.
"Damn it..."
"Sinners..."
"Kill--!!"
Before they even met, Drogba's four flying axes had already killed over forty people, causing the four at the front, whose bodies were radiating various colors of Dou Qi aura, to roar in fury. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides had closed to about a hundred meters, and a rain of arrows descended upon them...
"Retreat immediately!"
The two leaped onto the Crimson Flame Beast, kicking up a cloud of dust. The speed of the level-four Crimson Flame Beast far exceeded that of the warhorses ridden by the cavalry behind them, and they instantly broke away from the battlefield, flying back towards the direction of Chambord City.
Three kilometers away.
More than a hundred soldiers from Chambord City were standing guard on a hill. The leader, with long black hair like a waterfall, wearing strange black armor and a five-foot-long, five-finger-wide, jet-black sword at his waist, was none other than Goethe Brook, the military magnanimous leader of Chambord City.
The reinforcements from Chambord City have arrived!
Five kilometers behind these hundred-plus reinforcements, six or seven hundred exhausted Chambord miners, with the help of their compatriots who had come out of other cities to greet them, were making their way into the city. Once these people entered the city, the Chambord Army could rely on the terrain to hold their ground and even launch a counterattack to annihilate these unexpected enemies.
"Lord Brook, things have changed! The enemy has four experts!" Frank and Drogba arrived and explained their findings after their encounter to Goethe Brook in detail.
Brook's expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure. "It's alright, we only need to delay them for a quarter of an hour before we can retreat back to the city." He frowned and thought for a moment, and in the next instant, a series of decisive orders were quickly relayed. Brook had a high reputation, and everyone responded enthusiastically and began to prepare quickly.
Soon, the thunderous black torrent of iron came into view, with the four experts at the forefront, their bodies shimmering with various colors of Dou Qi, attracting the most attention.
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