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Chapter 411
The badge is the size of a palm, and the wings spread out behind the angel have been stained with filth, and only a little whiteness can be vaguely seen from the mud and dust.

She closed her eyes, holding a silver cross epee in a pious posture.

The embossment of the badge is one-sided, the back is smooth, and it seems that there are two lines of writing, but because of the long history, only scratches are left after corrosion.

The traveling poet flipped through this ancient badge, and couldn't see anything unusual for the time being, but at that time, the character picked up something and hid it directly in the interlayer.

The character card can only give a pale memory, but it cannot connect the character's emotions, so he doesn't understand what kind of mood the character had at the time when he was lost, he picked up this rag, and treasured it and hid it.

If he hadn't acquired the memory, he probably wouldn't be able to find this mysterious thing.

The traveling poet stuffed the badge into his pocket inexplicably, and was about to continue monitoring the tablet, but the next moment, he seemed to hear something.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

Quite a rhythmic sound.

From the corner at the end of this corridor, it seemed that something heavy had collided with metal, which caused this kind of movement.

The traveling poet immediately put away the tablet, turned around and skillfully flipped out the window sill, and leaned his body against the edge of the wall to check.

After a while, a figure appeared at the end of this brightly lit corridor.

It wears the metal armor of a medieval warrior. The thick plate armor wraps its body majesticly, the helmet visor covers the entire head, and the top presents an exaggerated conical shape.

Holding a huge battle ax in its hand, it walked slowly around the corner step by step, and a deadly but fierce breath rushed towards its face!

This is a medieval image of a knight!
The traveling poet almost held his breath. He withdrew his gaze from looking quietly, and silently stuck to the outer wall, listening to the rhythmic "click" gradually approaching.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

However, the 50-meter-long corridor, the armored knight seemed to have walked for a century, and his movements were extremely slow!
And when it was walking, the plate armor patches on its body collided with each other, making noises in the silent night.

Finally, it came to the corner of the stairs.

Then, the sound stopped.

The traveling poet who was hiding behind this wall shrank his pupils and remained motionless. At this moment, there is only a wall of less than a few tens of centimeters between the two sides!

Three seconds later, the knight armor turned around mechanically.

Immediately, he walked slowly, holding a heavy battle ax, and continued to walk back step by step, without any reaction to the door at the end of the corner.

After hearing the sound of "click" a little farther away, the traveling poet stuck to the wall gently exhaled the breath held in his chest.

However, at the next moment, his entire body trembled!

A cold and piercing sense of crisis emerged from the bottom of my heart, piercing fiercely between the eyebrows!

The traveling poet suddenly turned to the side, and suddenly there was the sound of breaking wind behind his ears, and a sharp arrow pierced into the original position of his head, sinking deep into the wall.

Misfortune happened!The traveling poet didn't even have time to think about it. He alternated his feet quickly, holding the relief with both hands to stabilize his balance, and turned his body several times along the edge of the narrow wall, and the sharp arrows that struck from behind shot into the wall one by one!

Finally, the traveling poet who once again sensed the crisis let go, and his body fell from the edge of the wall——

"boom!"

The position he was trying to turn over just now was smashed by a giant metal axe!
The armored knight in the corridor held a tomahawk, and his sturdy body appeared next to the breach in the wall. On the head covered by the plate armor helmet, there was a faint scarlet light in the position of the eyes!
During the fall, the traveling poet turned around and grabbed the carvings on the arch below, and then he swung directly into the aisle, his figure immediately hidden behind the pillars.

Having encountered several crises in a short period of time, he gasped for breath, recalling the scene he had just seen in his mind.

When he turned over just now, he saw a few knights in the same armor as those in the corridor in the tall building opposite the castle, but the opponents were holding bows and arrows!
There is such a thing in Prague Castle? !
The traveling poet took a few breaths, and suddenly, he heard dense "clicks" coming from the aisle on the left!

He immediately set off to walk in the opposite direction, but after a while, the traveling poet stopped in his tracks and retreated slowly.

Two armored knights with huge axes came forward.

The traveling poet looked behind him again.

A dozen or so identical medieval knights came from the aisle on the left, but they held spears in their hands. The shafts of the spears were wooden, and the spearheads seemed to be made of iron.

The two sides came from the front and back, they were silent, marching at neither fast nor slow, their breath was dead but tyrannical, and their eyes were faintly scarlet.

There are more than a dozen enemies on the left and two enemies on the right.

The traveling poet thought about the giant ax that smashed through the wall just now, and rushed towards a dozen people without hesitation!

And just when he was within two meters of those knight armors, the slow-moving knights suddenly raised their heads and moved forward at an extremely fast speed, stabbing directly at him with the spears in their hands!
The traveling poet leaned down suddenly, and nimbly slid between several spears, holding two thin prismatic metal pieces between his fingers, and flung towards the spears that were attacking obliquely!

"Bah!"

The piece of metal scratched the shaft of the spear that pierced the top of the head, directly cutting off the entire spear!

The iron spearhead was bounced off by another sheet, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Then he touched the ground with his toes, leaned back at an almost impossible angle, and turned his body back half a circle. Then he grabbed the spear of the knight next to him with his left hand and used his strength to straighten his body, and kicked hard!
Bang-!
The knight in front of him was kicked away by the traveling poet, knocking down the two armors behind him, and he snatched the spear from the opponent's hand.

But at this time, he was already in the encirclement!

The knight's armor, which had been moving slowly like a jam before, was now moving as fast as the wind and fierce as lightning. They seemed to let out a silent cry, and rushed forward with spears in their hands!
The traveling poet immediately raised his hand, and the spear held up a few attacks, but the strength of several knights made him retreat two steps, and there was the sound of breaking wind behind him!
The iron spearhead shone sharply under the light of the scarlet moon. The traveling poet turned sideways to avoid the attack in time, but was still scratched by the sharp hook of the spearhead across his cheek, cutting off the hair tail by his ear.

His clothes were also torn by the spear stabbing in obliquely, and bright red blood dripped to the ground.

After all, it was hard to fight with two fists, if the corridors in the castle were not spacious enough, his situation would only be more difficult!
The traveling poet glanced at the two giant axes that were approaching not far away, and retreated quickly while resisting the spear attack.

After entering a certain range, these knight armors seem to have activated some mechanism, moving swiftly and aggressively, attacking fiercely, and moving towards the head!

He persisted in stabbing the knight in front with his spear, but found that he couldn't even pierce the opponent's armor!
There is a sharp metal clank in the ear, and the traveling poet can only choose to snap off the spearheads of the knights.

However, when their fists wrapped in plate armor landed on their bodies, the traveling poet who had been hit by a heavy hammer couldn't help but groaned, and a fishy sweetness rose in his throat.

A few pieces of metal flakes appeared in his hand, and he threw them towards the rushing knight!
call out--!
The flakes swept through the air, directly cutting off the extremely hard plate helmets from their necks!

However, there was nothing in the broken neat cut, no blood and no flesh, only the empty armor, and the helmet fell to the ground with a bang.

The knight rushing over did not stop in the slightest, holding his spear high while wearing the headless armor!

When the crisis came, the hairs all over his body exploded!
The sharp piercing sound came from a distance!
The traveling poet's pupils shrank suddenly, and he chose to resist the spear that was piercing his head very close at hand, and the moment he grabbed the spearhead, bleeding sprang from his slanted shoulder!
A sharp arrow pierced through his shoulder severely, and the traveling poet snapped off the spearhead he was holding, and then threw it to the knight beside him.

He hid his figure behind the pillars and frowned slightly: "It's really a group of monsters."

Afterwards, the traveling poet raised his right hand and made a gesture of closing in. A thin light flashed between his fingers, as if he had drawn something.

next moment--

"Keng! Keng! Keng! Keng!"

Several metal collisions sounded!
The metal sheet he threw back was recovered in an instant, and the sharp blade cut off the armor of those knights at high speed, tearing them apart in an instant!
The armored knight who was charging was still holding a spear in his hand, but it took only an instant to transform from a brave warrior to a broken doll.

There were more than a dozen plate armor pieces scattered in the aisle, but this time they didn't stage the terrifying scene of body charge.

The perfect trap angle directly allowed him to deal with this group of spear knights in one go!
At this time, the giant ax knight walking not far away has already approached within ten meters!
The traveling poet glanced at the two giant axes that had obviously sped up his pace, gritted his teeth, pulled out the sharp arrow on his shoulder and threw it away, then turned and ran!
The sound of "click" and "click" followed closely behind!

Even getting closer!

However, just as he ran around the corner, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows, grabbed him and pulled him over!

At that moment, the metal sheet in the traveling poet's hand had already dropped, but the girl in front of him suddenly blinked her dark but agile eyes at him.

"Shh, don't make any noise..."

……

　I found that I couldn't write about Xiao Shuo'er's fights, but I could write other people's fights fluently!Sure enough, I am my own mother!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)