"kill!"
The cold voice lacked any power, as if stating a simple fact.
But it was this very voice that set the blood of those village guards aroused.
The veteran silently took up his knife and, before the bandits could get close, went to meet them himself.
Seeing that the other party didn't flinch and even dared to charge at them, Robert Jr. smirked, a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Take care of him!"
Robert Jr. gave the order, and immediately two or three men sped out of the ranks, grinning maliciously, their steel knives gleaming coldly.
The veteran remained silent, his eyes devoid of emotion.
The Black Armor Army, once on the battlefield, are cold-blooded killing machines.
Several knives clashed, sparks flying fiercely.
The bandits' previously ferocious expressions changed slightly as they sensed a terrifying power emanating from them.
Among the soldiers of the Black Armor Army, knights accounted for a small proportion; most were just knight apprentices.
However, in terms of strength alone, no soldier in the Black Armor Army is inferior to an ordinary regular knight.
Moreover, they possess combat skills and experience far more terrifying than ordinary knights.
The veteran fought three opponents alone, and within just a few rounds, one of them was killed.
The other two men's expressions changed drastically, they lost their will to fight, and with a slight lapse in their movements, they were also beheaded one after another.
After taking down three opponents in the opening move, the village guards following the veteran erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
This scene caught Robert's eye, causing his pupils to shrink sharply.
Who is this guy? He's fierce!
His three brothers were also skilled fighters, at the advanced apprentice level. Despite the three of them being outnumbered, he was killed in a short time.
Is this guy a formal knight? But isn't this just an ordinary village?
"This is Dragon Territory. You should think carefully before you make a move."
After establishing his authority through the killings, the veteran spoke coldly, his eyes fixed on the more than three hundred men rushing towards him.
With so many people on the other side, there must be some strong ones among them. He and these local militiamen alone have no chance of stopping them.
Continuing to fight head-on will only result in the annihilation of our forces and a mutually destructive outcome with heavy losses for both sides.
So if possible, he doesn't want to fight this battle.
If a fight is inevitable, then he can only stall for time. Someone has already gone to the nearest town to report the news, and reinforcements should arrive soon.
The town has a well-organized guard, though only a hundred or so men, they are more than capable of wiping out these three hundred people.
Upon hearing the veteran's words, Robert simply scoffed, "This isn't Dragon Territory, I wouldn't be here! I don't believe these dozens of people are as strong as you, kill them all!"
The troops, whose initial charge had slowed down, now accelerated again.
The veteran's face was ashen; he knew that today's battle was inevitable.
Holding a steel knife, he was the first to meet the enemy.
...
At this very moment, a similar situation is unfolding in many villages.
The bandits soon realized that these villages were not as easy to conquer as they had imagined.
There was even a group of weaker bandits who, because they chose a village with a population of over a thousand, were now being chased and attacked.
Meanwhile, the news spread rapidly throughout the town, and several towns quickly dispatched troops, while some powerful figures guarding the town also hurriedly set out.
At the same time, the news was also sent to Jinlong City.
Within half a day, Jinlong City dispatched over ten thousand black-armored soldiers, divided into 12 teams of a thousand men each, who quickly headed to various locations.
In Ruhua Village, the fighting was fierce. Although the village guards had been training diligently under the deliberate guidance of the veterans, they had never seen blood before, and by this time, nearly half of them had been killed or wounded.
The veteran stood at the forefront, facing an attack from seven or eight men, his only remaining hand gripping a steel knife as he struggled to fight back.
Robert's expression was uncertain. They had been held up for half an hour, mainly because of that veteran. If it weren't for that guy, the others would have been driven to the brink of collapse long ago.
He drew the knife from his waist, ready to deal with the guy himself.
Suddenly, a cry came from the sky.
A flying magical beast slowly descended, and a man dismounted from its back. He was clad in black armor, wielding a steel sword, and joined the battle without a word.
His body was surrounded by fighting spirit, which erupted instantly, revealing his aura as that of a great knight.
With flashing blades, two or three corpses fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
Upon seeing this, Robert Jr. rushed over without saying a word.
Only someone of the same level could match his opponent's strength, but he regretted it as soon as they started fighting.
The opponent's fighting spirit was about the same as his, or even slightly weaker, but this power was just too abnormal!
His strength was twice that of him, and his fighting techniques were simple and straightforward killing methods.
He was soon overwhelmed and had to call his brothers for help.
"Who exactly are you?"
Robert Jr. gritted his teeth and blocked a knife, then, taking advantage of the opportunity while his brothers were fighting the other side, finally caught his breath and asked.
Actually, he's still quite confused.
How did an enemy suddenly fall from the sky, and why is he so strong?
"Baixiang Town, Black Armored Guard Centurion!"
The cold voice was exactly like that of the old soldier.
"You're just a centurion?"
Robert almost screamed. He had heard that there were 200,000 Black Armor Guards in Dragon Territory. Did that mean there were more than 2,000 people as strong as him?
Is Dragon Territory really that strong?
He couldn't believe it, but soon he believed it.
Dust billowed in the distance as hundreds of well-dressed men rushed over. Although they weren't wearing black armor due to their haste, they all carried identical steel swords at their waists and immediately joined the battle.
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