Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 55 Brothers
Seeing this, Robin took a deep breath, tensed his muscles, and swung his knife fiercely.

The knife flashed, and the air seemed to be filled with the sound of tearing.

The knight apprentices only felt a powerful force coming towards them, and they retreated in fear. A gap suddenly appeared in the originally tight encirclement.

Robin had been retreating skillfully since the beginning of the battle with the knight puppet. At this moment, he had retreated to the side of the flagpole hanging from the city gate, very close to the thick flagpole.

Robin didn't hesitate at all. He exerted force with his legs and jumped up, like an agile cheetah, jumping towards the flagpole accurately.

He held the flagpole firmly with both hands and used inertia to slide down to the ground.

His body quickly descended along with the flagpole, the corners of his clothes rustling in the wind, splashing up a cloud of dust.

At this time, a loud sound of horse hooves and footsteps came from afar, and Lord Blot also came with the knights and troops in the city in a menacing manner.

Their figures were looming in the dust, their flags fluttering, their armor flashing coldly, like a torrent of steel.

Raymond watched Robin about to escape, feeling unwilling.

He hurriedly picked up a bow and arrow from the ground, put an arrow on it, and shot at Robin.

But his archery skills were far inferior to Robin's.

The arrow flew out crookedly, drawing an ugly arc in the air.

Robin heard movement behind him and turned slightly to the side, easily avoiding the non-threatening arrow.

Robin turned around and raised his middle finger at Raymond with a sarcastic smile on his face, which showed his disdain and provocation towards Raymond.

Then he slammed his foot onto the wall of the nearest house, and with his powerful leg strength and agility, he jumped onto the roof in a few steps.

He ran quickly on the roof, and in a few breaths, his figure completely disappeared from Raymond's sight, leaving only a silent roof and stunned enemies.

When Lord Blot arrived at lightning speed with all the knights in the territory, the scene before him was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard, and he was so shocked that he stood there in shock.

The east gate of Winston City, which he was proud of and regarded as an important line of defense for his territory, had now been breached. The heavy gate was half-closed, as if silently telling of the disaster.

What made him even more angry was that the flag of the Black Bear Thieves' Gang, embroidered with a ferocious black bear pattern, was flying high on the city wall, dancing wildly in the wind, as if it was a blatant provocation to him.

"Black Bear Bandits." Lord Blot gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, and his eyes seemed to want to eat the other party alive.

"Ballin, kill all these hateful invaders." He turned to look at his capable subordinates beside him and roared, his voice echoing in the empty battlefield with unquestionable majesty.

"Yes, my lord." Balin responded respectfully, his voice full of determination and loyalty.

The only twenty knights left in the territory stood at the front of the team like a great wall of steel.

They stood tall, their shields held high, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

They marched in neat and steady steps, slowly approaching the East City Gate. Every step seemed to be stepping on the enemy's heart, full of oppression.

At this moment, a man in black robe slowly appeared on the city wall.

His figure was shrouded in a black robe, his face invisible, and he exuded a mysterious and strange aura. He raised his hand and waved it slowly. The movement seemed gentle, but it seemed to be filled with endless magical power.

Instantly, more than a dozen puppet knights filed out from behind the tower. Their eyes were empty, and they exuded a dead aura. Their movements were mechanical and stiff.

Surprisingly, Raymond was among them, his eyes had also lost their former brilliance, like a puppet being manipulated.

They led the Black Bear Bandits' army and rushed towards Blot's army like a group of crazy beasts, with deafening shouts of killing.

Immediately afterwards, when the two armies collided violently, a violent shaking suddenly came from the houses on both sides of the street.

Four huge pythons, like moving hills, swam out of the houses.

Their bodies are extremely strong, and their scales gleam coldly in the sunlight. Their tongues are ejected from time to time, making a hissing sound.

They opened their bloody mouths and rushed madly towards Lord Blot's army. Wherever they went, there was chaos and the screams of the soldiers could be heard one after another.

"It's you, you damned wizard apprentice." A fierce look flashed in Lord Blot's eyes, as if he had expected it. He took a step forward so suddenly that the ground seemed to tremble.

Then, he rushed towards the nearest creature, the giant python, like a black lightning.

He was a nimble figure, and in his hand, he had a sharp blade that shone with cold light.

His movements were as fast as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he had approached the giant python.

The sharp blade drew cold arcs in the sunlight, and every swing carried great power.

Although the giant python creature was huge in size, it seemed a little clumsy under Lord Blot's attack.

In just three or two moves, the two giant pythons were killed. Their huge bodies fell to the ground with a loud bang, splashing a large amount of dust.

Seeing this, the other two giant pythons were so scared that they quickly twisted their bodies and retreated, their originally ferocious eyes now filled with fear.

"As expected, you relied on the Dragon Devouring Breathing Technique to break through the Great Knight. Blot, you are indeed a waste." The black-robed man on the city wall laughed coldly. The laughter seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, revealing endless chill and ridicule.

When these words were spoken, Lord Blot was slightly stunned, the muscles on his face twitched instantly, and then his face changed drastically, as if someone had revealed the scar that he was most reluctant to show to others.

"Kagani, you're not dead yet." There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, mixed with deep fear.

"You are not dead, how could I die? My brother." The man in black robe slowly took off his hood, revealing a face that was burned beyond recognition. His skin was twisted and deformed, and he looked hideous and terrifying, as if he was a demon from hell.

"Today I will take back everything that I deserve. No, I will completely destroy this place and make that old guy lose his biggest source of income again." The black-robed man Kajiani's eyes were red as he shouted madly, his voice full of resentment and determination.

"Based on your current state." Lord Blot raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

He is now a great knight, his strength is far greater than before, and he also has the wizard props left to him by his teacher. In his opinion, ordinary great knights and third-class wizard apprentices can never be his opponents.

He stood there confidently, with a powerful aura revealed in his eyes, as if declaring to Kajani that his dominance could not be shaken.

(End of this chapter)