Chapter 446 Black Knight?

Out of nowhere, a blood pool appeared outside the royal city.

In front of the blood pool, ten people stood side by side.

In addition to these ten people, there was a spider, a snake man, and two demigods.

Laya rarely turned into a snake man in front of so many strangers. She was quite shy and awkward. She pulled Tanis's dress and was a little at a loss.

"Laya, be good. This will save you money on the bus ticket." Tanis touched Laya's head. "We can't take up too many seats. It will cause trouble for your Uncle Wuming."

"It's okay. It's not full." Patch looked at the candidates.

Only eight people came to the caravan this time.

Tannis, Roger, Fia, Colin, and Greg were recommended by the caravan.

Moor, Leida, and a silent monk with a big hat named Dann were Michaela's people.

Millicent and Ceremony wanted to go over and take a look, but Millicent was rejected by Michaela. He was worried that the corrupt followers of Shadowland might see Millicent and repeat the kidnapping of Millicent, which would cause more trouble. And Millicent's military force was not necessary.

As for Cerlian, he had his own things to do temporarily. It seemed that he was called away by Cerri to deal with another matter. He could not be the first wave of advance.

In short, Patch's old shop only sent out eight people, plus a snakeman and a giant spider.

The other two people came from two sons of evil omen.

Lance Shanks, as a confidant of Monget, was sent here as a fighting force and also as Monget's eyes. Monget, who was hammering beside her at this time, seemed reluctant.

And next to the blood pool, a pure-blood knight stood by the blood pool.

The pure-blood knight wore a mask of an old sage, and his gray beard extended from under the mask. He seemed no longer young. The slim black leather coat and gold embroidery on his body maintained the consistent beauty and style of the Blood Dynasty. Although his beard was gray, his hands were behind his back and he stood straight, like a strong pine tree.

The old sage saw Michaela and bowed respectfully, his voice was old and gentle:

"Lord Michaela, I haven't greeted you for a long time. Thank you for letting me, an old soldier, free."

"It's just a buy one get one free. Munger has already let you go. It's not right for me to keep you." Michaela looked at the old sage deeply, "What blood conspiracy is he planning again? He actually sent you."

The old sage looked at Michaela humbly:

"You are too kind. I am just an old and weak soldier now. I only have a little experience accumulated over the years to help. I volunteered to come here. I am not an ungrateful person. Since the person you are looking for helped us get rid of your charm, I will do my best. In the Shadow Land, the power of blood should be able to help you, and you also need a guide to come back."

Patch keenly noticed that the atmosphere between the old soldier and Michaela was a little wrong. He also noticed that Michaela's golden needle knight Leida looked at the old soldier and tightened the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Through the gap in the helmet, Patch could feel the fierce murderous intent in the eyes of the female knight.

It was obvious that they knew each other and had a grudge.

Patch stretched out a spider leg to poke Leida and asked:

"Who is it?"

"Ampah, the former head of the pure-blooded knights of the Blood Dynasty." Leida's voice was stern, "She once tore Lord Michaela apart with a blood blade, the most threatening person in the Blood Dynasty."

Michaela and Ampah looked at each other for a moment and smiled:

"Do you want to challenge me again?"

"I dare not." Ampah said, "When you were still a child, I still lost miserably. Now I am old, but you have entered maturity."

"But the passion in your eyes is still there." Michaela said.

Ampah said: "Lord Mung woke up, but he still didn't forget that burning dream. I had to force myself to remember it, after all, that lord is the king I swore allegiance to."

Michaela smiled: "Not only is there passion, but there are also some concerns. When you come back, I will use the halo to meet your sickle."

A burst of light burst out from Ampah's eyes under the mask:

"You really changed."

Michaela clapped her hands: "Okay, go quickly, focus on the current things first, your goal is to find this person."

He handed the pyroxene crystal to everyone, and after activating it, an image would appear, recording the nameless knight's armor and sword and shield.

"Is this the nameless warrior who did me a favor? Sure enough, he has an extraordinary temperament, but doesn't he have a real face?" Ampah asked.

Mikaela shook her head: "Without his true appearance, his face can't be drawn. But I think you can find him even without his appearance. His temperament will lead you to find him. That temperament is very different from the border area, and it must be particularly conspicuous in the Shadow Land."

"Temperament..." Ampah pondered over Mikaela's words and nodded, "We will complete the mission, Lord Mikaela - please."

Ampah said, presiding over the blood pool transmission, sending himself and other companions away.

For a while, only Mongget and Mikaela were left.

"Okay, brother Mongget, they are just the advance troops." Mikaela said, "Let's go and talk in detail, and negotiate the terms as soon as possible, so that we can bring the main force over."

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On Wuming's side, accompanied by the sound of the horse neighing, the soldiers cheered.

"The Lord Black Knight is coming!" The soldiers roared, and their fighting spirit became higher and higher.

Wuming was also startled when he heard the name, and hurriedly distanced himself from the soldiers. Fortunately, he was now naked, so he jumped three feet high and rolled a few times to distance himself.

Wuming no longer cared about the soldiers, and stared at the neighing of the horse.

The jungle swayed, and a horse flew over the grass and stood out from the crowd.

The war horses are armored. The armor is made of black iron and decorated with gold. It is luxurious and heavy. There is a knight sitting on the horse. The iron armor and the armored horse are integrated into one body. They are both decorated with black iron and gold designs.

The knight held a sledgehammer as big as half his body, which made a sound of breaking through the air as the horse galloped. It was as heavy and terrifying as a battering ram.

When Wuming saw this black-armored knight, he immediately became alert and raised his shield with both hands, shielding it in front of his head with all his strength.

The war horse leaped high, and the giant hammer crashed down, landing on the unknown shield.

Wuming was driven back a few steps by the momentum and shook his arms.

Although the shield was not broken, the hand was numbed by the shock. Wuming could feel a divine power penetrate deeply into his hand through the shield, eroding his crisp arms.

"You are the Black Knight?" Wuming grinned, "Sure enough, you have the power of the Black Knight. But you are not black enough."

The black knight ignored the nameless talk and said: "Are you the horned man who can summon spirits? The horn is indeed not small, very good. I didn't expect that you can still make military exploits to this day."

The black knight drove his horse towards Wuming, bent down, and took the sledgehammer to Wuming's chest.

Wuming was not in a hurry to raise the shield this time. Instead, he straightened his chest and raised his head, staring at the war horse, with a flash of chaotic fire in his eyes.

The war horse immediately screamed, stood up, threw the black knight off the horse, and ran away.

"My constitution is broken." Wuming tearfully accepted his fate of being horseless, and stepped forward with his sword, ready to hit the black knight when he landed.

Just as he took a few steps forward, Wuming subconsciously raised his shield again.

The black knight was thrown off his frightened horse, but he twisted in mid-air and used the inertia of the hammer to adjust his posture. The hammer still hit Wuming, and the wind of the hammer flattened the grass on the ground.

The unknown shield blocked his body, and he was forced to stop.

He wanted to charge and attack again, but found that the ground caressed by the hammer wind was filled with holy light. Wuming lowered his shield again, jumped back lightly, and avoided the subsequent Holy Light attack.

"The shield works well," the Black Knight said.

At this time, he had adjusted his posture and stood up. Not only did he have a sledgehammer in his hand, but he also had a large shield, surrounding the entire left side of his body.

"The hammer is good." Wuming replied, setting up his sword and shield.

The two fought again, and the Black Knight wielded a sledgehammer with a force that was unstoppable. Wuming tried his best not to use a shield, but relied on his light body without clothes to keep wandering around, avoiding attacks and constantly observing and looking for opportunities.

Wuming has noticed that the Black Knight's sledgehammer will emit holy light when it is swung, and the holy light will explode on the ground with a fixed delay. This makes up for the disadvantage of the sledgehammer's attack speed, forming a continuous attack that makes it difficult to find flaws.

"But the rhythm changes are fixed." Wuming muttered to himself.

He sidestepped to avoid the sledgehammer, jumped up, dodged the holy light on the ground, and struck the black knight's helmet with his sword.

Before the sword fell, Wuming had already seen that the shield in the black knight's left hand had been raised.

It was not to resist the attack, but to shoot him to death.

Wuming looked at the black iron shield like a city wall and felt bad. Although his sword could strike down, it could not block the opponent's shield attack.

"Sigh, that's all, this body is really inconvenient." Wuming looked away, "Just in time to die will cancel the transformation."

Wuming slashed down with his sword, waiting for the fate of this crisp body being smashed into pieces.

But with a sword strike, Wuming was surprised to find that the sword staggered the black knight, and the black iron shield also tilted, and did not hit him.

"Hey, wait." Wuming suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.

He did not lift the sword again, but instead raised the shield and hit the black knight with the shield.

The black knight staggered again, his body twisted.

"That's wrong!" Wuming suddenly shouted, "Are you the Black Knight?"

"What's wrong?" The black knight was repeatedly frustrated by Wuming, his face was a little confused, and his words were full of annoyance.

"Are you the Black Knight?" Wuming asked again.

"Am I not you?" the black knight glared at him.

"You are a black knight with a hammer!" Wuming said excitedly, angrily, and righteously, "A black knight is as soft as you? Can you not stand up straight after being knocked down? You are not black enough at all!"

Wuming spoke so confidently that the Black Knight was a little unconfident: "The Black Knight...should be very dark?"

"Of course!" Wuming looked at the Black Knight with increasing suspicion, "Are you the Black Knight?"

"I think I am!" The black knight found out that he had been denied the status of a knight, and was annoyed.

Wuming sneered disdainfully:

"Huh, thanks for using such a big hammer, I thought you were some peerless macho Black Knight. You are dressed in gold with all the bells and whistles. Black iron is enough. What gold should you add? The Black Knight should be all black. Your purity is too low. "

Seeing the wizened sheep-headed man opposite him pointing at him so arrogantly, the black knight became angry.

He suddenly rushed forward, and the black iron hammer hit his head and face.

Wuming no longer dodges, blocks with his shield, and slashes down with his long sword, causing sparks to fly out of the black knight's armor and almost cutting through. The black knight tried to defend himself against the shield, but Wuming had already kicked the shield away.

The black knight with his chest wide open did not receive a fatal blow from Wuming. Wuming just grabbed the tip of the shield and kept poking him, accurately interrupting his movements every time before he was about to exert force. Slender body with strong physical strength.

"Is that okay, thin dog?" Wuming leans forward and presses the black knight until he can't breathe. "Bai, be careful."

Wuming found that the Black Knight was not as powerful as he thought, and he immediately became proud. He beat the Black Knight with his shield and made him retreat step by step, spitting blood.

There was another sound of breaking air around him. Wuming squatted down and raised his shield. He felt his wrist shaking violently, and the ground under his feet cracked, up to his ankles.

The soldiers before had already surrounded him, and their axes were stuck on the shield.

"You are playing tricks, fighting in a group." Wuming's hands were numb, "You are more powerful with an axe than with a hammer, is this reasonable?"

The Black Knight covered his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and smiled miserably: "This war has no honor to speak of, and there is no need to pay attention to morality when dealing with a horn man like you."

The soldiers surrounded Wuming and hammered fiercely, and the shield was about to break.

Wuming wanted to repeat the trick and roar again, but he was too lazy to roar.

After all, the dragon man's body was not very adaptable. It was a good thing to be chopped into meat sauce and then restored to its previous form.

Thinking of this, Wuming removed his shield, lay on the ground, gave up resistance, and prepared to die early and be reborn early.

The axe hit his body, and the stone-hard scales gradually broke, bursting with blood, bones breaking, and flesh turning into mud. Under the continuous impact, Wuming only felt that his eyes began to turn blood red.

Then the blood suddenly exploded, bringing the blood of the soldiers.

"Huh?" Wuming felt that the number of axes falling on him decreased, and then he was no longer attacked soon.

"Blood monster!" The soldiers shouted and immediately dispersed, leaving Wuming alone in the blood mist.

His body was basically half-crippled and unable to move. Wrapped in the blood mist, Wuming could not see outside clearly. He only heard the sound of fighting each other, and felt that the blood mist was eroding his body, drilling into his body, and gnawing at his body everywhere.

"It's a bit like the moves of the Blood Dynasty." Wuming thought, "Such a desolate place is still conquering each other, it's messy enough."

Just as he was thinking about it, Wuming felt that his body was carried out by someone, and then flew away from the battlefield at a high speed.

Wuming wanted to ask a question, but found that his throat had been hammered and had not recovered yet, and he could only spit out blood foam when he spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, he entered a cave and was put on the ground.

Now he could finally see the people in the cave and the people who brought him here.

None of them were people he knew, but it seemed that these people had some common features.

They all had horns on their heads.

"Comrade, take a rest first, we will apply medicine to you." The man who brought him here seemed to have a caterpillar on his head, and his voice was muffled, covering Wuming's face.