Knight and Wand

Chapter 33: Deeply Siege
(Uriah) "Stop them!"

A few miles away, a cavalryman grabbed the reins, kicked his horse's belly, and rushed towards old Brian who was riding his horse at full speed.

The old blacksmith quickly estimated the timing of engaging the enemy while riding on the horse's back, with the reins in his left hand ready to pull the horse's head at any time.

The distance is getting closer.

The Kantardar attendant on his horse lowered his lance and pointed the tip of the lance at the overconfident old villager.

The young knight's squire was not afraid of the charge of the old man from the mountain village. After all, both he and his horse were armored, while the old man on horseback only had a breastplate that could not protect his limbs.

Old Brian clenched his teeth, his eyes widened, and after nearly twenty years, he felt the boiling blood of the knight in his body again!

The armor is incomplete, the horsepower is insufficient, and the old age is weak.

He was completely at a disadvantage in this duel, and the only thing he could rely on was his distant memory of fighting on the battlefield.

The clash between riders was only in the flash of lightning between the horses under their crotches.

The old blacksmith pulled the reins hard, driving the horse to change direction at a large angle. The shaft of the cavalry spear held in his right arm vibrated, and with one strike he suddenly blocked the enemy's spear.

He twisted his body to the right while leaning forward, dodging the attack by following the ups and downs of the horse's back. At the moment when his body passed by the opponent at an angle and parallel to him, he thrust the spear in his hand hard into the enemy's neck.

The huge force brought by the galloping horse almost bent the front end of the spear slightly.

The horrific impact caused the head of the Kantadar attendant cavalryman to crack with a crisp sound, and his whole body was knocked flying in an instant.

The fallen cavalryman rolled on the ground a few times due to inertia and was completely dead.

He successfully knocked down the unskilled opponent with one strike, and another Kantadar cavalryman followed closely behind and rushed forward with a spear.

Old Brian had no time to make any more adjustments and could only barely raise his spear with both hands to block the attack, but he was no longer able to clear the obstacle for his daughter behind him.

"Olivia!" When the two horses crossed, the old blacksmith looked back in panic. He knew that his daughter was an unparalleled swordsman, but he also knew that he had never taught his daughter how to fight on horseback.

However, facing the cavalrymen who were charging towards her, Olivia did not panic.

Although it is far from being as flexible to dodge on horseback as on the ground, the same is true for the enemy.

Facing the spear tip thrust straight at her, the girl felt that it was much easier to predict the rigid attack trajectory.

However, the sword blade is much shorter than the spear after all. Instead of riding the horse to dodge, Olivia felt that she needed a closer distance.

Olivia rode her horse closer to the charging cavalry and simply let go of the reins. She held the sword with both hands, with her right thumb pressing on the center of the sword guard, and the blade was held sideways in a "crown-like" grip.

The moment the spear rushed over, the girl bent the handle of the sword with her left hand, and the angle between the raised blade and the sword guard immediately pushed the spear head to the side.

She flexibly bent forward to the left to avoid the attack, and stood up at the moment when the man and the horse crossed each other. The parallel sword pressed down by her hands drew a slight arc and blocked the enemy's charge.

The force of the horse's charge forced Olivia to swing her sword back and slash at the enemy's neck.

The squire cavalryman whose attack missed had no time to retract his spear to block. It looked as if he was actively rushing towards the sword. The collision was so fast that he couldn't even see clearly, let alone dodge!

All I could hear was the loud sound of steel breaking through the cavalry's neck guard, and the sword blade swinging across the horse's back cutting tendons and breaking bones -

Even Olivia, who was holding the sword tightly, was shocked by the feel of it, and the head and body of the Kantadar cavalryman were separated in an instant.

Blood gushed out from the broken neck of the headless corpse like a fountain, and the decapitated cavalryman's body rolled over and fell from the back of the galloping warhorse.

Grasping the reins firmly again, Olivia glanced at the head falling behind her.

The discomfort of ending a life with her own hands made the girl's back numb, but when she looked at the bodies of the villagers who died tragically on the roadside, her uncomfortable emotions were immediately replaced by hatred and anger.

The girl didn't dare to look anymore, and silently swore in her heart that if she could escape, she would make these Kantadar bastards who killed her fellow villagers pay the price.

Old Brian galloped as he got closer and closer to the village entrance. Suddenly, he heard a sharp whistle that broke through the air. His heart tightened. He lowered his head and climbed on the horse's back, and hurriedly shouted to his daughter behind him: "Be careful of the arrows!"

Immediately, his shoulders and back felt as if they had been hit by a hammer, and the old blacksmith knew that his armor had blocked the fatal blow.

He broke out in a cold sweat and looked back worriedly, just in time to see Olivia reacting so quickly that she deflected the flying arrow with a sword.

The girl swung the blade as fast as lightning to deflect the incoming feather arrow, which was not too difficult for her.

The archer who climbed onto the roof and sniped was shocked to see the arrow he shot being knocked away by the girl.

But the well-trained archer did not stop and immediately pulled the second arrow from the quiver.

He drew the bow and aimed skillfully. This time he did not try to shoot the opponent's body, but aimed at the galloping horse.

Whoosh-!
Uriah's bow released the accumulated power, and the galloping arrow drew a beautiful trajectory and penetrated into the horse's chest.

Old Brian, who had just felt relieved, heard a loud bang behind him. He turned back in horror and saw that his daughter's horse had stumbled.

Olivia lightly supported herself on the fallen horse's back, and then she flipped in the air like an acrobat and jumped off the saddle.

The girl's skirt fluttered as she landed steadily on the ground. However, the horse that was shot by the arrow fell heavily with a long neigh of pain, and its limbs kicked and struggled, but it had no ability to stand up again.

"Annie!" Olivia called the mare's name sadly, and she ran towards the companion who accompanied her in her childhood.

But the knight who was chasing her from behind forced the girl to stop and turn around to meet the enemy with sword in hand.

The people coming behind him were very aggressive. The tall warhorses and riders were all wearing thick full body armor. Just the charge of a single horse could make the ground tremble slightly.

He was a true noble knight of Cantadar, a heavily armored cavalryman armed to the teeth.

"Ouch!" Old Brian shouted to stop his mount. Anxiously pulling the reins, he turned around and ran towards his daughter.

"Olivia get out of the way!"

Staring at the pursuing cavalry with gritted teeth, the girl calmed down despite her extreme anger.

"You are a bunch of damned villains."

In her holy eyes, the cold murderous intent penetrated her soul. She stepped back and pulled back the hilt of her sword, facing the plate-armored knight who was charging like a physical chariot in the "open key position".

The heavy hooves of the horses carried the canned warriors, making the sound like a terrifying living tank.

The cold-blooded Kantadar knight behind the mask raised his lance horizontally and charged towards the blonde girl in front.

He had witnessed with his own eyes during the pursuit how the seemingly weak little girl killed his servant with just one blow.

Facing this incredible opponent, the knight did not become careless at all because the opponent was only holding a long sword and seemed unable to threaten him.

Even if a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength! He will not make any mistake of underestimating his enemy.

Five steps, four steps, three steps. One step!
The lance was held horizontally and slightly lowered, aiming at the girl who seemed to be standing still, and the powerful tip of the lance stirred up a strong wind.

(End of this chapter)