The King of Elden does not die alone!

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Chapter 6. Angsa must die! (k!)

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Mia, who had turned invisible, approached the camp where the Ansa people were.

It was a farm in the wilderness.

In front of the house, there was a bonfire made of firewood and charcoal. Under the night sky, the bonfire was burning passionately.

The rising misty smoke was illuminated by the fire below. The gray smoke column separated the blue-black night sky, and crispy barbecue was placed on the campfire.

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Mia walked into the camp under the blessing of magic.

All this is not a warm scene at all.

On the side of the farm facing the road, a young man with a bloody hole in his chest was nailed to a scarecrow cross. He was a British youth with red hair. He lowered his head, his lifeless eyes turned white, and he stared blankly below.

The bodies of an elderly couple were hung on a tree branch with several arrows stuck in their bodies.

Afterwards, I heard the screams of livestock and the Anglos laughing happily.

They lived next to the corpses and reveled around their dead masters.

Mia didn't go any deeper, that was enough.

Suppressing her anger, she retreated back to the direction of Altria.

Next to the stable was an overturned and messy carriage, and a robber dragged a middle-aged man out of a stable.

The horses neighed in fear.

No one paid any attention to the middle-aged man's wailing. They tied him up under the tree where the bodies of the two old men were hanging.

Then the cruel game began.

Seven or eight robbers, holding wine glasses in one hand and throwing knives and axes in the other, stood ten meters away and faced the man tied to the tree trunk, competing to see who could throw the throwing knife to the closest distance without hurting him.

The man's face was pale, his lips were trembling and his eyes were closed. Sharp knives and axes whizzed past him, and the trembling nails were like nails stuck in the trees.

His lower body became quietly wet.

"He was scared to death, he was scared to death!" The drunken robbers laughed and staggered forward.

"It's my turn!" A raider pushed through the crowd with a throwing axe. "If I win, the barrel of wine will be mine!"

"Okay."

The Marauder took aim briefly, and then—whoosh—hurried his axe.

thump—

The axe spun and hit the man's head, and the man shook like a sieve.

"That's a long way off!" laughed the raider's companions.

"That guy hid, he hid! Bastard, I'm going to kill you."

"Get out of the way, let me take over."

whoosh-

The flying axe cut off one of the man's ears, and he screamed miserably, with blood gushing out.

"Your aim is so bad, hahahaha."

"Asshole, it would be fine if he didn't hide, but he is asking for trouble!"

“Get out of the way—”

The cruel game continues.

No matter how much the man whose ears were cut off wailed and begged, he received no mercy from the robbers.

but,

"That's it!"

The girl's clear voice appeared behind them, and Altria, wearing a white dress and armor, walked into the light holding a sword.

The bodies on the cross, the bodies on the trees, and the man tied to the tree, bleeding profusely...

A gloomy anger had climbed onto her pretty face.

The Angsa people, whom she had wanted to show mercy to before, and their accomplices committed such a crime.

If we don't kill them, they will have to pay for so many dead souls.

That would be neither justice nor honor!

"I am Altria, a traveling knight, and I cannot tolerate you committing such evil..."

"What are you thinking, idiot? They can't understand you!"

Mia appeared from behind her, rushing forward with a sword in her right hand and a staff in her left.

"And they're not knights!"

Then it was Kai, who was running with sword and shield in hand, shouting.

After that, it was the tall Wilden.

Altria was stunned for a moment holding the sword, then lowered her head, pursed her lips and joined the charge.

The raiders didn't react at all, so much so that some of them thought it was a drunken hallucination after seeing Altria.

Until Mia's golden sword came straight at him, arriving in an instant like golden lightning.

The girl almost ran into the arms of a raider, as the slender golden straight sword pierced through his leather armor, and most of the sword that pierced his abdomen came out from his back.

Ever since traveling through time.

She had never felt so angry before.

Because of her birth, she has an extreme disgust for acts of violence against innocent people.

These raiders, who have hands and legs and walk upright on the ground, take pleasure in killing, rob other people's things, and seize other people's apprentices. They are no different from the ratmen in the city of Nuln.

To the extent that Mia, who witnessed such atrocities, had bad memories of history in her heart.

If before, the peaceful scene of the Welsh village had paralyzed her, leaving her with no idea of ​​what was happening in this land.

Now, she understood.

Mia also believed that the tragedy she saw was definitely just the tip of the iceberg.

The robber's eyes widened and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out of his mouth.

The others were still stunned.

Kai and Altria rushed up closely behind.

The simple downward slash of the ornate sword in the stone in Altria's hand cut through the chain mail on the raider's body as if cutting through the air.

Kai's one-handed sword also killed a robber in the throat neatly.

The remaining people retreated in panic, finally realizing that they were being attacked.

But because of the banquet, only a few people brought formal weapons with them.

Apart from the short axe, there were only daggers.

Wilden held two swords in his hands and strode forward like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The bright swords in his hands reflected the light and left several beautiful afterimages. In just a short moment, three robbers fell under his sword.

At this point, in the moment of the encounter, the looters had lost a third of their own men.

Among the guys who were just there enjoying torturing the middle-aged man, the only two remaining ones crawled towards the direction of more people.

Mia shot out two pyroxene crystals, piercing through the two guys who were trying to escape from the front line one by one.

The robbers were certainly not blind or deaf. After a brief panic, everyone noticed the presence of the attackers.

Drunkenness may have affected their judgment, but it also aroused the courage in them.

Even facing the giant-like Wilden, they still surrounded him with weapons in hand.

Looking at Wilden with his two swords stained with blood, an Ansa standing behind threw a javelin.

The javelin is not fast, but it contains extremely strong power. It is a weapon frequently used by the Ansa, the Romans, and even the British.

If all went well, the spear, which was strong enough to pierce a deer and pin it to the ground, would also pierce Wilden's body.

The premise is that Wilden was not moving and was not wearing any armor.

If Wilden wanted to, he could easily dodge the javelins at a speed that those in front of him who were not protected by the golden tree could not react to.

But he realized there was someone behind him and he was now the first in the formation.

So he didn't dodge, and the javelin hit his breastplate and bounced off.

This gave Wilden pause.

It seemed that he had overestimated the arm strength of these ordinary people who had never seen the blessing of gold.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three people behind him came from behind and took the lead.

The raiders were raiders after all. The Ansa barbarians who sailed from the North Sea, apart from their personal bravery, had no idea of ​​the meaning of battle formations. They stood sparsely, and three different figures moved flexibly among the raiders like fish entering the water.

Then, he easily killed these barbarians.

Whether it is Kai or Altria, their fighting skills are inherited from Sir Ector.

As Kai's father and Altria's adoptive father, Sir Ector cannot be an ordinary person as he was entrusted with the important task of training the future King of Britain under the consensus of King Uther and Merlin.

As for Mia, she has been kindly guided by Wilden for a long time.

No matter who it is, facing these robbers who are not even an army, they are enough to fight against many people alone.

Those guys couldn't resist the attack of any of the four, needless to say, Altria, Mia, and Wilden.

Being able to suppress Artoria, the British Red Dragon, during training, even if the current Artoria is not in her historical heyday, Kai, who can do this, is naturally the ceiling of normal humans.

The number of looters was decreasing rapidly.

'It's just a piece of meat'

This is what Altria told herself after seeing the atrocities committed by the Ansa.

'When they raise their butcher knives against ordinary people, they must also be prepared to be killed.'

Granting them death is both justice and respect.

She swung her sword, shattering the patterned round shield held up by the raider in front of her. The raider staggered backwards, and the girl gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.

This is not a time for sparring, this is a life-and-death battle for the name of knighthood and for the British people. No matter what moves you make, you have to go further!

Stepping forward, thrusting, relying on the advantage of size, the raider whose shield was shattered had no time to react, and the gorgeous long sword pierced through the raider's soft throat.

One more step forward!

puff--

The tip of the sword protruded from the back of the head.

Altria drew her sword.

She didn't spare a second glance at the fallen Marauder, for another enemy was thrusting a spear toward her.

The spear was more than three meters long, and the Sword in the Stone hit the spear head and blocked it. However, because of the principle of leverage, the robber only needed to slightly move the end of the spear shaft, and the tip of the spear could make a huge movement.

If the person the spear is pointing at takes two steps forward, the person holding the spear can adjust the direction of the spear tip simply by turning his wrist effortlessly.

The Marauder drew his spear and then moved the angle to thrust it forward. Even with Altria's speed, it would have been difficult to dodge such an attack.

In cold weapon warfare, an inch longer means an inch stronger, which is an eternal truth.

If it was a short gun that was more than two meters long, Artoria would still be confident that she could suppress it.