Chapter 60: Storm Knight Order, charge!

"Who are you?"

Kaersasi asked in a deep voice.

Fura didn't answer, just looked at him coldly, the longsword in her hand turning into a cold light again and attacking.

"Looking for death!"

Kaersasi roared, waving his serrated greatsword, and engaged in a fierce battle with Fura.

The battle between the two instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Swords flashed, and energy overflowed.

Every collision erupted with a deafening sound.

Fura's movement was agile and elegant, wandering under Kaersasi's attacks.

Her swordsmanship was ruthless and precise, every sword attacking Kaersasi's vital points.

Kaersasi was open and close, full of strength, every sword carrying the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

The two were evenly matched for a time, hard to distinguish.

Hart also arrived at the north city wall at this time; he saw Fura fighting fiercely with Kaersasi, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect Fura's strength to improve so quickly.

"Kill!"

Hart roared, leading the knights under his command, and rushed into the Kobold crowd.

His strength was at the Great Knight Peak, and the heavy sword in his hand danced like chopping melons and vegetables, beheading elite Kobolds one by one.

Bake, Luoen, Qiaowen, and others also arrived one after another, joining the battle.

With the addition of the knights, the pressure on the north city wall was instantly relieved.

Their fine equipment and skilled combat techniques caused huge casualties to these elite Kobolds.

Roko stood on the city tower, calmly watching the battle situation on the north city wall.

Fura's strength was within his expectations.

Possessing an SSS-Rank talent, she cultivated the 【Flame Griffin Breathing Method】 by leaps and bounds, and her current strength already had a trend of surpassing Hart.

"Martina."

Roko suddenly spoke.

"Roko, what's wrong?"

Martina's voice was somewhat trembling, but she still tried hard to remain calm.

"Pass my order."

"All members of the Storm Knight Order, gather immediately!"

"Open the north gate of the castle!"

"We are going to give these Kobolds a lesson they will never forget!"

Martina heard this, and her snow-white fox ears stood up fiercely, and a trace of shock flashed in her pure white eyes.

"Roko, you want to..."

A cold arc curled at the corner of Roko's mouth.

"That's right."

"It's time for our trump card to appear."

"Tell Hart to hold the north city wall at all costs and buy time for our Knight Order!"

"I understand!"

Martina didn't hesitate anymore and immediately turned and ran to convey the order.

Once Roko made a decision, he wouldn't easily change it.

And she was also vaguely looking forward to it.

Looking forward to the astonishing combat power that this Knight Order composed of top-tier Storm Colts would erupt with.

The battle on the north city wall had entered a white-hot stage.

Kaersasi became more and more frightened as he fought.

Fura's strength exceeded his imagination.

This Cat-kin was not only powerful but also had exceptionally rich combat experience, as if she were born for battle.

The serrated greatsword in his hand, although powerful, was very hard to truly hurt Fura.

Instead, Fura's swordsmanship, as tricky as a viper, made him restrained, and he almost got injured several times.

"Damn it!"

Kaersasi roared repeatedly, his offensive becoming more violent.

If this continued, he would really be planted here today.

"Retreat!"

Kaersasi suddenly feinted a sword, forced Fura back, and then issued the order to retreat without hesitation.

He was not an idiot who wouldn't retreat even if he died.

Since it couldn't be done, he would decisively retreat and preserve his strength, which was the most important thing.

Hearing the order to retreat, those elite Kobolds, although somewhat unwilling, immediately began to retreat backward.

Even the commander had chosen to retreat; they had already lost this battle.

"Want to leave?"

Fura snorted coldly; how could she easily let this culprit go?

Her figure flashed, and she was about to chase.

"Fura, you come back first."

Roko's voice sounded on the city tower in time.

Fura's footsteps paused slightly, and in the end, she stopped.

Roko's order was always the first priority.

Kaersasi took the remaining elite Kobolds and fled the city wall in a panic.

They came with great momentum, but left with their armor discarded and heavy casualties.

In this battle, the one thousand elites he brought lost at least three hundred.

This made him feel heartache.

Just then, the north gate of the castle suddenly opened slowly.

"Boom!"

The heavy iron gate rubbed against the ground, making a tooth-aching sound.

A suffocating sense of oppression permeated from the city gate.

Kaersasi's heart jumped fiercely, and a sense of ominous foreboding surged in his heart.

He stopped and looked back.

I saw a team of knights wearing heavy armor and riding magnificent white warhorses slowly driving out from the city gate.

Those warhorses were snow-white all over, with wind under their four hooves.

It was the Storm Colts!

And the knights riding on the Storm Colts each exuded a powerful aura.

The longswords in their hands shimmered with cold light.

At the lead was Roko.

He wore the special armor of the Flame Griffin family, held a longsword, and looked at Kaersasi with cold eyes.

"You are the commander of this batch of Kobolds?"

Roko's voice was incomparably cold.

Kaersasi's pupils shrank sharply.

Storm Colts?! It was actually the Storm Colts among the top-tier warhorses!

And the number seemed to have exceeded one hundred.

What kind of background did this human lord have?

How could he possess such a powerful trump card?

An unprecedented fear instantly filled Kaersasi's heart.

Today, it was going to be a disaster!

"Storm Knight Order!"

Roko raised the longsword in his hand high and let out a heaven-shaking roar.

"Follow me, charge!"

"For Vanguard Valley!"

"For glory!"

"Kill!"

One hundred Storm Knights roared in unison, their voices rushing straight into the clouds.

They urged the Storm Colts under their crotches, like arrows released from a bow, launching a destructive charge toward the fleeing Kobolds.

The speed of the Storm Colts was fast to the extreme.

In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the Kobold crowd.

Swords waved, invincible.

Those elite Kobolds who had just fled from the city wall were simply no match under the iron hooves of the Storm Knight Order.

Their leather armor was like paper in front of the sharp longswords.

Screams rose one after another.

Blood stained the earth red.

Roko took the lead, and every time the longsword in his hand waved, it could take away the lives of several Kobolds.

Kaersasi saw Roko rushing over like a god of slaughter, as well as Fura and Hart silently guarding Roko.

He turned and fled without hesitation, not even daring to look back.

Facing this terrifying Storm Knight Order, he had no chance of winning.

Surviving was the most important thing. ===== CHAPTER 61 =====