In the scuffle, Mark Brad's "loyalty" ate a tomahawk on his shin, raised his front hooves, stood up on his hind feet, and then fell to the ground.
Death flew over the sheriff's head for a moment, and finally flew away helplessly.
This seasoned and experienced veteran has no shortage of improvisation.
The moment the horse lost its balance, he slid his foot out of the stirrup so as not to be crushed.
He jumped up from the ground, grabbed the tip of the spear that was being stabbed at him, and not only did he not let it go into the chest, but he also jumped on his horse's horse, taking advantage of the gap between his opponent's weapons and retracting his weapon.
It was a miracle, because he didn't understand how he jumped on it, and if he wasn't usually stepping on the stirrup, he wouldn't even be able to climb up a stationary horse in this heavy armor.
However, if he was asked to jump again, he probably wouldn't be able to jump either.
After this battle, he attributed it to the blessing of the Light, and became even more religious.
But now, he didn't have time to think about it, he threw away his shield with one hand, strangled the opponent's neck, and with the other hand raised the sword in his hand, and stabbed it up along the gap in the ribs of the enemy's armor, this time the stab was quite deep, and the eyeballs in the horseman's eye socket suddenly sunken, his body shook, and then fell headlong.
Now, the horse is ∞ and belongs to Mark Brad.
He had lost the one-handed sword in his hand, the protection of his shield, which was already a bit out of place, and he needed a heavier, more lethal weapon, but fortunately such a weapon was in front of him.
He took his former master's spare tomahawk from his saddle bag and slashed at the center of the warband.
Although he was the best at wielding a sword, he was also a good hand with a battle axe.
This weapon doesn't play many tricks like a sword, it requires more strength and stamina.
And these two points are not lacking at all for the sheriff who is in the prime of life, not to mention that he also has the blessing of the Holy Light.
Here, he alone withstood the attacks of four or five opponents, making up for the numerical disadvantage of their side.
But this is not enough, the situation is still deadlocked.
The two sides fought together, and from time to time someone fell from their horses and died, and the battle finally developed into a war of attrition.
That side will not be able to win anytime soon.
If it weren't for a strange thing happening, the battle might have continued until one side was dead.
The chaotic battlefield was filled with roars and the crunch of blades clashing at each other.
The clanging of weapons slicing through armor.
The screams of the wounded, at this time, the battle lines of both sides were no longer clear, and everyone was mixed together like a pot of porridge.
However, just outside this terrifying maelstrom, without anyone noticing, a bullet whistled and knocked a cavalryman to the ground.
The would-be paladin, who was fighting him, was stunned for a moment, but quickly turned his horse to help his companion.
He didn't make a fuss and didn't have time to do it.
Maybe in his heart, he thought that his companion had helped him.
Such a chaotic scene.
It's not unusual for anything to happen.
But this kind of thing happened seven or eight times in a row, and at least six enemies were killed.
Someone finally realized that an unseen helper was assisting them.
This lifted their spirits, and the situation was reversed almost in the blink of an eye.
Now, it's the Paladins who are crushing their opponents.
But none of these inexplicable cavalrymen thought of surrendering, because their status did not allow them to do so, and chasing and killing the marshal of the kingdom was already a crime worthy of hanging.
Therefore, realizing that they could not do anything, they began to gradually dissociate themselves from their opponents, consciously gathering in the middle, gathering as much as possible, shoulder to shoulder, wielding broadaxes and long swords, while slowly retreating from the forest where they came.
But they still maintained order and maintained a good formation when they retreated, and some of the new paladins rushed forward, but suffered a big loss, and had to retreat in embarrassment.
The assailants seemed to walk slowly, but they did not stop, and in a few moments they were not far from the woods, and perhaps they could retreat into it by turning around and striking.
Many of the newcomers began to get agitated, and more than once they rushed up recklessly to try to hold each other back, but they all failed without exception.
At that moment, the gunshots rang out again, and this time, both sides could hear them clearly.
Especially the attackers, who were not the first to learn the power of the musket.
The helper who was hiding in the shadows fired fiercely, and one by one the attackers turned and fell off their horses, and although they only shot down five or six people, they disrupted their formation.
Without hesitation, a clever paladin rushed into the Germanic ranks, followed by Mark Brad and the others, and the scene returned to its previous state of chaos again, and the two sides of the battle were more stalemate.
Now that the detachment had become a luxury, the ranks of the otherwise orderly attackers were shaken, like a log being wedged through a gap, and the gap grew bigger and bigger, and finally collapsed.
The battle turned to carnage, and the swords and broadaxes of the attackers became weak.
On the contrary, the swords of the new paladins slashed like thunder at their helmets and necks.
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They were like tigers entering a flock, crushing the hapless attackers.
Almost all of them are taking advantage of this opportunity to kill their enemies incessantly, which will be their capital to brag about at the wine table in the future.
You know, fighting and winning against such a powerful enemy is much more effective than the so-called battle records achieved on those fishmen.
The paladins shouted happily, but the teachings of the Light also drew attention to the voices of the dying begging for mercy.
They gathered their weapons and roamed the battlefield like victorious lion kings patrolling their territory.
In front of them, the defeated had already thrown down their weapons, some tried to flee into the forest, some lay on the ground pretending to be dead, some stood there straight, their faces white and their eyes bloodshot, and some prayed.
One of the assailants, apparently insane, took out a flute and played it until a distraught newcomer knocked him unconscious with a stick.
The forest no longer rattled, and death enveloped the land.
In the end, this force was defeated.
Only the occasional sound of a small group of men and horses fighting, or a terrifying cry of despair, could be heard from time to time in the woods.
Mark Brad and all the would-be paladins who could still run were now galloping into the woods.
There, the remaining dozen or so attackers were still stubbornly defending.
Line up in a semi-circular defensive formation.
Stormwind's armies tend to resort to this tactic whenever they are surrounded by superior enemies.
Mark Brad rode his war horse, cruising back and forth behind the battle line, while looking at these opponents who had been fighting with him for an inexplicable half a morning, and this was the first time he had observed them so closely.
The horses they rode were all tall, and they could be seen to be warmblood horses from the East Valley, and they were all wearing the same Stormwind armor as Mark Brad.
And the maintenance is also very good.
They fought bravely and tenaciously, and were the kind of good soldiers that any commander would be happy to command.
Their commander was a tall, sturdy knight dressed in the same Stormwind armor.
He wears a blue helmet with a mask pulled low to completely cover his entire face.
The newcomers are approaching like a wall, suppressing them further and further back.
But the attackers were desperate to hold on.
Swords and tomahawks were like windmills, and because of the dense trees, Mark Brad's men could not spread their hands very widely, and their numerical superiority could not be used at all.
In the end, it was Mark Brad who sent some people to join the battle around a big tree that four or five people could not hold.
The group of survivors began to falter under their fierce blows, but they still maintained their formation, and little by little they retreated into the depths of the jungle.
Maybe get there.
Under the cover of dense trees, the lucky one of them escaped with his life.
But what little hope they had had was disappointed.
Mark Brad led the rest of the paladins to completely outflank them and launched a fierce attack.
"For the glory of the king!"
He shouted, and then rushed forward bravely.
The unsuspecting cavalry was cut down several by him in one go.
The knight in the blue helmet realized that the battle was coming to an end, and he had only two ways out - to fight his way out and retreat, or to stay and die.
He chose the first route, and immediately gave the order to retreat.
In an instant, his cavalry turned their horses in the direction they had come.
But the paladins who refused to give up were in hot pursuit.
But the officer, wielding his two long swords frantically, slashed desperately in both directions in the rear, blocking the line that was biting them, and under his cover, the last five or six survivors rushed towards the southeast like a gust of wind, and disappeared into the dense jungle in an instant.
When the paladins tried to pursue, they were all held back by the officer who was determined to sacrifice himself.
At this time, the person who stayed behind was tantamount to a dead end, and this officer who volunteered to stay understood this perfectly.
Mark Brad was so thoroughly impressed that even the most valiant officer could not have done more than this man.
At that moment, Mark Brad made a decision, he was going to keep it alive, and he felt that it had to be settled.
Mark Brad took the lead and charged at him, and the officer struck him with his sword at his helmet, but neither shattered his armor nor inflicted a shock.
He was secretly glad that his opponent was using a sword, and if it was a heavy axe, he wouldn't have it so easily.
At this time, Mark Brad did not return fire with his weapon, but grabbed the knight by the waist and tried to capture him alive.
But because of the exertion, the horse's belly belt loosened, and both knights fell to the ground.
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They scuffled for a while, and Mark Brad's thick arms soon gained the upper hand, and he pressed his knees against his belly, knocking him to the ground like a lion overturning a coyote.
"I arrest you in the name of the sheriff of the kingdom, and I can guarantee that you will receive a just and dignified trial for your crimes!"
Mark Brad shouted at the officer, who felt the man's struggle slow down.
"If you swear by your honor that you will not wait for an opportunity to escape, I will not let you be tied with a rope!"
The sheriff felt that this was a man of honor, and he decided to give the man a decent look.
"I swear!"
The officer said dejectedly.
His helmet had been loosened by the time he fell off his horse, revealing the young face underneath.
He had a neat and beautiful short beard, and he looked very cultured, but now the beard was covered with dirt and blood, and he looked embarrassed.
Mark Brad stood up, a little exhausted from the fight, but he still reached out and pulled the officer from the ground.
Several of his friends died under the officer's sword, and the paladin newd-off, staring at him with blood-red eyes, brandished his weapons, and rushed towards him, but was stopped by Mark Brad.
"Lay down the axe, in the name of the Light!
Are you insulting your own honor, Eric?
Rohan, and you!
Are you trained as a paladin to allow you to wield a weapon at an unarmed man?
He scolded harshly, his eyes almost bursting with fire.
His roar finally calmed down the hot-headed newcomers, who bowed and apologized in shame, but still turned away with some reluctance.
"Tell me who you are and what you're here for!"
Mark Brad turned around, looked at his captive, and said angrily, I have to say that this group of inexplicable guys has caused him a lot of trouble, and some of him is busy.
It seems that the planned vacation is completely in vain.
The captive was a knight lieutenant, and he simply said that he was pouring beans into a bamboo tube.
However, according to him, they were only acting on the orders of their superiors to capture the fugitives from the kingdom, but he did not know who he was chasing, and the knight captain who gave the order had already died in the previous battle.
All he knew was that there were two humans in the group they were chasing, a Night Elf and a Gnoll, and that at least one of the four was a hunter who was going to die, and the others didn't know at all.
"Strange, who the hell are they chasing?"
The sheriff thought to himself.
He looked in the direction where the bullet had come from the battle, but there was silence, the trees were lush and green, and the dense foliage swayed gently in the breeze, and it seemed that there was no murderous intent, and he hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up his intention to go and take a look.
"It's good to do your own thing, the more you know, the faster you die."
He said to himself.
(To be continued.) )