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Nemesis has a little bit of disdain. These Noble Knights have long since fallen. Many of them have inherited this identity from their fathers, but how many people have the spirit and strength of the first generation of Knight? Just look at this guy in front of him, it looks like he is fully armed, but his footsteps are frivolous. At first glance, he doesn’t have much system training.

Female Knight crossed the lance, only made a fake action to fool the other party’s attention, she forced forward, lance directly pierced the armor of the other side’s chest.

The man was groaned, about not thinking that he would die on such an occasion, staring at Nemesis with horror.

Female Knight is calm and composed.

“One.” She thought of it.

She was about to pull out lance, but her hands were hard, but she was not immediately extracted. Looking up, I suddenly found out that the descendant of Noble Knight, whom she regarded as jealous, held her lance in her chest and prevented her from pulling out the lance.

Nemesis heart warning sign, this guy is not like this kind of willpower, and she knows that the spear accurately pierces the other’s heart, how can the other party have the power to make such a move?

She subconsciously let go of lance, but it was still a little late, and the long sword in the man’s hand had already passed her chest.

The warm blood of the silver armor flows over it, along the embossed wild grape vines, the silver lily leaves, flowing like a stream, gathering in the nails of the waist.

Nemesis opened her mouth slightly and felt that the blood seemed to have poured into the lungs, causing her to cough sharply.

She felt that the long sword was pulled out of her breastplate a little bit, just like her little life flame, World seemed to be getting into the darkness. In the final vision, Female Knight saw one’s own opponent casually lance Pulled out from the chest, there was no drop of blood.

It turned out that this is the monster from Swallowburg…

In the midst of confusion, Nemesis felt himself slumbering to sleep, and hehely fell on the ground where the gravel was scattered.

“Would you die?”

It turned out that this was the feeling of death, but it was a little warm, she thought so.

The expression on the face of Archduke in Goran Elson is like a vulture who is gazing over a one’s own dying prey. He looks at the entire battlefield from the Alder Plain to the Minteye Western Tegern Valley, with various flags in the White World. Vaguely visible, the army stretched more than 10 li, and some flags were even hidden in the Minteye forest to the east.

The battles in the heavy snows are quite rare in the history of the entire Vaunde. The offensive of each of Thane’s troops is blocked by this heavy snow. It is also extenuating that the private soldiers are unwilling to contribute in such a cold weather.

But overall, the progress has been quite smooth. In fact, before the battle took place, the coalition forces secretly realized the confession and encirclement of Minteye. The victory is just what it should be.

But the key to this embarrassment is not to kill Minteye’s garrison, but there are only a few local Patrol Cavalry and defenders, and a handful of White Lion Guards. The most crucial thing in this battle is to implement the Origin Association’s layout. The beautiful Miss Knight is tricked into the Minteye Fort.

Everything seems to be going smoothly.

“Is the messenger of Makarov Count arrived?”

“No.”

“Is it clear which army is in the south?”

“Adults, they should be light cavalry from Shafrende, they were repulated back to the Oboan generation by us. There was a series of defense systems in the north of the silver mine where the Trentheim people were called. It is ‘Valhalla’.”

……

“Hey, let’s make a mystery, is there an explosion in the vicinity to other military movements?”

“Not yet, adults.”

“Is there any news from Sir Saye and Sir Card, who attacked Minteye Fort?”

“Not very good, adults, the offense is frustrated.”

“What?” Golan Elson’s look on Archduke’s face was cold.

“… According to Sir Saye, the opponents are very experienced and have a strong sense of resistance. They fight the two jazz troops in every street and the progress is very slow. And the opponent has a witch to help out, often unexpectedly Recapture the defense we have already taken.”

“The nonsense,” Golan Elson Archduke hasn’t spoken yet. A middle-aged noble around him is coldly started. “Count of Tonigel The most elite White Lion Guards and Troglodyte have not left Fir Tree Shire, staying at Minteye. It’s just the local Patrol Cavalry and the guards. What kind of experienced army, hey, these guys who are selfish and want to save their strength.”

After listening to this, Golan Elson Archduke was not owned by frown, although he also agreed with this statement, but after Sir Sae and Sir Card are all one ones who, it is the turn of this guy to speak.