My Heroic Life

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The wind whizzed in my ears.

Although it was a bit hurtful, Yin Lan could liberate her full strength without any drag.

Different from the explosion of magical power in the cracked ground, Yin Lan's acceleration was silent and silent, and the magical power supported his body, making him like a falling leaf, secret and silent, like a ghost traveling through the darkness.

Mordred at the end of the round table often laughed at Yin Lan for not being upright and insulting the spirit of chivalry. Bedwell also criticized the fact that the closest knights around the king often sap on his back when fighting, but Yin Lan has not changed himself. Combat style.

Calm, accurate and deadly.

There is no other reason. Among the talented Knights of the Round Table, Yin Lan’s swordsmanship is one of the best three. The killing ability may only be succumbed to a few holy swordsmen, but the magic is a knight. The last seat of the regiment.

Yin Lan, in the Knights, is indeed slightly ordinary.

He is not favored by fairies, no father who is suspected of being a god, nor is he a prince. He is just the one who believed that the young girl also named Altria must be glorious at first, and was left behind in history, and was accompanied by him from the beginning. People only.

With the increasing number of guardian swords around the girl, Yin Lan also had to reposition herself. How can she, who has scarce magic power in her body, play the best role?The conclusion reached is to become an expert in combat against people.

The burning camp was getting closer and closer, and black spots appeared in Yin Lan's vision. They were filthy foreign warriors in response to the call of the Humble King. They were dressed in heavy armor and formed a square formation, surrounded the camp little by little. go with.

The heavy-armored knight as the leader was behind the entire team, surrounded by several vassal infantry, squeezing the team's back like a supervising team.

The camp has become a sea of ​​fire, and the real battlefield is in the forest behind it. The metal collision sound of Jin Ge intersected faintly, making Yin Lan temporarily relieved, turning around and starting to figure out how to deal with the group of iron cans outside.

The battle in the forest is not suitable for these heavily armored infantry. However, the brains filled with dirty and black mud will obviously not consider these. They are killing machines that only know how to wield swords. They are doing the will of a tyrant without their own will, in other words, action. The model is extremely rigid.

After thinking about it in a few seconds, Yin Lan drew out the black knife around her waist. The black blade formed by the condensed filthy magic power is still without brilliance under the moonlight. Yin Lan nodded in satisfaction when she saw this. If she didn't leave the demon realm, she would dissipate. He even wanted to use it as a standing equipment.

The knight's attack begins with a backstab.

Under the dim moonlight, a shadow emerged from the forest behind the black armored soldiers.

The wind swayed the branches in the forest with a creaking swaying sound. Yin Lan's toes lightly stepped on the ground, and her light body quickly passed by with a kick. In the end, the infantry guarding the knight moved at a high speed that was difficult to capture. No response.

"Puff."

The black long knife passed through the chest from behind, and the guard following the knight was a flexible light infantry. The thin leather armor could not resist the sharp blade. The black mud-like blood flowed along the blade, Yin Lan didn't care. With the momentum, he rushed directly to the next guard against the corpse in front of him.

The heavy knight on the horse took a halt. As the brain of the entire team, he immediately noticed the death of his subordinate soldiers. However, he had just turned his head and before he could stop it, the tip of the black blade had already been strung again. Fighters.

The furious knight drew his sword and slashed at the side. The rider who was born from the same origin as the war horse showed people what a real unity of man and horse is. While drawing the sword, the war horse twisted and turned, the power of the horse and the sword of the man turned into Together, the black blade pierced Yin Lan as if thrown from the sheath.

However, it was only air.

Facing this powerful blow, Yin Lan decisively loosened the hilt of the two people and leaned back. The knight’s long sword rubbed his neck, and the exposed skin could even feel the chill of the sword’s edge. Although these knights are dull, but there is only one thing that ordinary people can't reach. That is the harsh practice that ancient knights accepted since childhood, and the martial arts that they practiced throughout their lives.

Clear the miscellaneous soldiers first, and keep the strong ones till the end.

Yin Lan, who had a good sense of spawning monsters, drew back, and the two light infantry entourage had surrounded him. With the movement, his left hand drew out the British standard long sword at his waist, and his right hand touched the hanging hand axe.

Two black armoured soldiers approached, he twisted and swung his sword like a round dance. The sword body pierced the gap between the armor and the helmet with a circle drawn, and took away the head of a soldier. The shadow of the axe in his right hand flashed and flicked out. The rotating throwing axe cut into the chest and abdomen of another soldier.

Yin Lan, who quickly solved the four entourages, took a breath, but was not careless, because he knew that these four light infantry were actually just logistic soldiers carrying supplies for the heavy armored knights.

And their lord, the knight with black misty magic power wrapped around his body, had already brought his spear and rode his horse.

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Chapter 6 Mature horses must learn to be cavalry by themselves

The heavy black armor, the lamp-pole-like lance, the black breath from the can-like helmet, the unknown knight trembling the reins, the war horse's nose and the dazzling red eyes, brought the master rushing forward.

How to fight these iron cans?

Yin Lan had worked hard to study this problem. In ancient times, these iron cans were once invincible, but the popularity of bows and arrows easily drove them off the stage of history, and the muskets later became their nemesis.However, this is not in the magical realm of civilization, everything has become different.

Almost no scientific and technological products are rejected here. The advanced firearms and weapons of mankind are fire sticks that don't ignite here. Even if there is a miraculous probability to make them work normally, there are no mysterious additional firearms and bullets are just high-end toys.

Bows and arrows can be used, but they have extremely high requirements for users.If it weren't for a bowman like Tristan among the Knights of the Round Table, he wouldn't be able to penetrate these cans with a single blow.

The heavy cavalry, who has been insulted in history, seems to have a new year in the land of the demon, and has become a headache for everyone. However, with the ten great demon wars under the leadership of King Arthur, the soldiers gradually figured out how to deal with them. means.

"boom."

The knight struck, and the tip of the spear flashing with filthy magic power dropped, Yin Lansi leaned over and turned over without regard to the image, avoiding the line of the horse charge and flashing to the side. One person and one rider staggered, and the young man appeared beside him. Deep furrow plowed.

A heavy blow that broke the ground missed. Before the knight who hurriedly raised his lance, saw a large net descend from the sky. The claws in the net fell on the armor and made a clanging sound, and then quickly hooked. The gap in the armor.

The horse was still rushing forward with inertia, but the knight on his back could no longer hold the rein under the pull of the hook. The owner of the hook net pulled his arms with magic power, and the knight fell down.

Yin Lan took the sword forward, kicked and fell from the air in an attempt to sweep the surrounding knights with a lance, then stepped on his back with one foot, the long sword against the gap between the helmet and the body armor, and his hands inserted force into it. The tip of the sword leaked from his throat, and mud-like blood rushed into the intake pipe, and the knight made a grunt sound.

As soon as Yin Lan's long sword was twisted, the knight beneath him no longer breathed. At this time, the horses still did not stop their forward pace. The black armored heavy infantry not far away seemed to have just noticed the situation and made sporadic roars.

I cut five people in a row, but it didn't take long for it to be used. It was just a few seconds after the knight swung the sword and charged with the spear.Originally, Yin Lan would kill the horse first to deal with such heavy cavalry, but this beast has another magical effect.

He looked at the blood-red war horse seriously, and his words were full of earnest and earnest hope.

"You are a mature war horse. It's time to learn to be a cavalry by yourself."

The blood-stained sword swung back and forth in the eyes of the warhorse. Seeing that the warhorse whose owner was killed was furious, it began its final desperate charge, trying to pull the enemy in front of it to death.

Then, a certain man who was a knight of the round table began to flee without regard to his image. He controlled the distance between the horse and himself so that it was neither far nor close. He walked around in a circle in front of the camp. Then straight into the flank of the heavy cavalry phalanx.

"Sizzle!"

As soon as the warhorse moved forward, the full gallop was only for the last loyalty, but its enemy was very cunning. He jumped on top of the black armored infantry's head and fast forward on the helmet, but the warhorse did not have such a stunt.

"clang!"

The speed of the horse rushing to the crowd did not decrease, and a black armored infantry was kicked upside down with one hoof. In its eyes, it didn't care about the other iron cans except the knight master.

The black armored heavy infantry has a dense phalanx, Yin Lan is walking flat in the air, but the horses on the ground are seriously blocked.

It is a pity that the impact of a single rider could not break through the heavy infantry formation of more than 30 people. Yin Lan sighed, stepped on the helmet of the last soldier and fell, turning around and piercing the gap in his armor with a sword.

Start here first.

Pulling out the bloody long sword, Yin Lan held the corpse and threw it at the two nearby soldiers. He backhanded the blade from the other side. He backed away from the hard-to-resist two-handed axe. He rushed forward and opened the enemy's waist.

Floating clouds covered the moonlight, the dark elves began to dance, and the soldiers who had lost track of their targets hesitated.

A black armored army stood in place and suddenly felt the touch of steel against his back. He shuddered violently. Before he had time to act, a pain that seemed to be hot had already come. Then there was a strong foreign body sensation born in his body. He lowered his head, and a blade of the sword protruded from his chest to his eyes.