Chapter 25 Zbrez

The burly masked knight's sword eye was about to hit Schwab. Although Schwab's helmet was cold forged, Schwab had no doubt that when the knight's giant sword hit him, he would definitely break the mask and cut his head into two pieces. At this critical moment, the young servant William tried hard to stab the knight's armpit with the sword in his hand. The sword penetrated the weak armor under the armpit. The burly knight screamed and withdrew his sword and slashed hard on William's body. The sound of iron armor cracking was heard. William fell to the ground by the power of the giant sword.

"Little William, are you okay?" Schwab quickly pulled out his sword to defend, shouting to the ground where Little William was lying, and the burly knight held the sword on the ground, and blood flowed from his right arm. It seemed that Little William had stabbed him with a strong blow.

"Shwab, you're lucky." The burly knight gritted his teeth and said viciously. Schwab could feel the hatred gaze from his helmet. Who was this? Suddenly Schwab felt that the voice was very familiar and he blurted out.

"Demon Mountain? Are you not dead?" Schwab's face changed drastically. Unexpectedly, the monster was blown up by gunpowder and fell from the cliff and was not dead. He complained in his heart.

"That's right, it's me." The Demon Mountain took off the helmet on his head and showed a terrifying face. He saw his hair as if it was bald, and his face on one side showed white flesh on his skin, but it was wrinkled like an old man. One eye turned abnormal red, while the other eye showed a crazy look.

"Damn guy, his life is better than a cockroach." Schwab took off his mask and looked at him and was vomiting. Schwab knew that this guy was crazy. It seemed that he would not give up if he didn't kill him today.

"Because of you, I suffered the shame of failure, and even my monarch fell into your hands. Now I am running around like a dog without my master. I thought my honor would sink into darkness from now on, but thank the Lord, I sent you to me, hahaha." Demon Mountain laughed wildly, he held his sword tightly and raised the giant sword high above his head, and walked towards Schwab step by step.

"Cao, is this a punishment for not believing in the Lord? Hey?" Schwab said mockingly. The soldiers beside him were all sent to the castle, and there was no guard at this time. If he had divine power, he would have long since flew away this dead man, but now he can only rely on the sword skills he usually practices.

"Kill~~~." The Demon Mountain carried the sword wind and slashed at Schwab with a giant sword. Schwab quickly raised his sword and used immature sword skills to defend all the key parts of his body. When Schwab really arrived on the battlefield, he realized that the tricks were useless. He could only say that the soldiers would block the terrifying giant sword attack of Demon Mountain. However, the strange force of Demon Mountain forced Schwab into a desperate situation. The sword in Schwab's hand was knocked away. Schwab couldn't scream and rolled over, and he avoided in a mess.

"Shwab, don't run away." The Demon Mountain did not expect that a dignified Count would dodge his giant sword with such a decent move. He chased after him in anger and was about to stab the damn nobleman sitting on the ground to death with his sword.

"Die, die." Schwab raised his right hand like a conditioned reflex and blocked his head. Although there were arm armor on his arm, he could never resist the giant sword of Demon Mountain. This was just a conditioned reflex of a person under crisis conditions.

"Master Earl." Suddenly, several long swords came from behind Schwab to hold the giant sword of Demon Mountain. The creaking friction of the sword body made Schwab breathe a sigh of relief.

"Who are you?" Moshan's face twitched, looking at the group of people in ragged shirts, holding giant swords that were not inferior to him in their hands. However, this kind of sword was not a knight's sword, but rather a giant sword used by lowly mercenaries.

"We were just a group of prisoners, but this nobleman cannot die now. We have to rely on him to forgive our crimes." A middle-aged swordsman smiled and the sword in his hand quickly stabbed at Demon Mountain mercilessly. Demon Mountain found that this lowly man's sword skills were not weak at all for him. However, Demon Mountain not only did not feel timid, but instead aroused the desire to fight. The giant swords of both sides continued to collide and made loud noises of soldiers.

"Sir, are you okay? Sorry, I went to the tower just now." A powerful arm next to Schwab helped him up. Schwab turned around and saw that it was Srick. His calm face was covered with blood, and his body was surrounded by the smell of blood. No wonder the blows of the arrows on the tower on the city wall weakened a lot. With this lurking and powerful assassin, the archers above were about to die.

"Go and see William, he just got a sword to save me." Schwab stood up and quickly said to Srick.

"Yes, sir." Srick saw Little William lying on the ground. He walked over and turned Little William over. He saw a crack in his breastplate, and blood penetrated out of the crack.

"How is it? He isn't dead?" Schwab asked anxiously. If William died because of himself, he would feel guilty.

"Fortunately, I just fainted. If it is a little deeper, it will hurt the internal organs. Thank you, Lord Earl, for your breastplate made by the craftsmen, you have made it strong enough."

"Fortunately, damn Demon Mountain." Schwab breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that William was fine. He quickly sent William to the field doctor for treatment. At this time, the Mark Legion had already won one after another and lost the cover of the city walls and towers. The guards of Fort Oshvedo began to shrink their defensive strongholds.

"Huhu, it seems that you are not an ordinary person, what's your name?" Moshan held up his sword and stared at the swordsman in front of him. This kind of swordsman is not something that ordinary mercenaries can master.

"Zblaze, Valenger." Zblaze opened his sweaty hands. He was worthy of being a knight who had been trained in combat since he was a child. He had lost his life several times, but for his own plan, he had to save the Earl Schwab behind him.

"Are the mountain nation? No wonder, but you are very strong, much stronger than the guy you protected. I don't know how I lost to him in the Hanruowei Knights Competition." Moshan took a deep breath, attacked mercilessly in his hand, and suddenly attacked from above and suddenly stabbed from below. The huge sword seemed to have no weight in his hand, and immediately forced Zblaze into a desperate situation.

"Srick goes up to help and kill the Demon Mountain." Schwab said without any aristocrat's consciousness. The members of the miserable and hopeless team beside him opened their mouths in surprise when they looked at the despicable aristocrat.

"Sir, did you ask me to insert it during their duel?" Srick asked quickly if something was wrong with his ear.

"That's right, but they are not duels. This is a battlefield. There are rules on the battlefield." Schwab argued strongly. Although it was very rude, Srick had to nod helplessly.

"Despicable." The Demon Mountain, who was concentrating on duel with Zblaze, suddenly felt a frightened. The conditioned reflex developed in the battle for a long time made him turn back quickly. He saw a man shrouded in his gray cloak, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, jumping up and stabbing the gap between his waist and his legs. It was the position of a human kidney. Srick, who was proficient in assassination, knew very well that the person who stabbed there would be no cure, not to mention that Srick's dagger was filled with a strange blue light, with deadly poison on it.

"Tsk, it's really not stabbed." Schwab said regretfully. Unlike these people who were born in this era, they don't feel rejected by assassins and other Schwabs. On the contrary, as long as they can achieve their own goals, they can use them with caution. However, the power built by Schwab is strong enough to not use this dark power. However, this time, the Demon Mountain not only almost killed his own life, but also injured William. Schwab, who was furious, did not mind letting Demon Mountain die under Srick's poisonous blade.

"I didn't expect that a noble like you would use this method. Aren't you afraid that your honor will be damaged?" After avoiding Srik's poisonous blade, Demon Mountain stared at Schwab and said loudly.

"The dead will not speak out." Schwab said, and at the same time, he swept over with a threatening gaze. The members of the miserable and hopeless team beside him felt Schwab's gaze and suddenly became interested in the battles elsewhere.

"Kill~~~." Seeing that Demon Mountain was distracted, Tsbrutz shouted loudly, lifted the sword high above his head, and used the twisting force of his waist muscles and the waving of his arms to make the giant sword rotate quickly. Without the burden of wearing armor, he flexibly rushed into the front of Demon Mountain. The sword edge was like a rotating windmill to seal all the retreat paths of Demon Mountain.

"Wow~~~." The Demon Mountain was attacked from both sides. Zblaze's sword was cut in front of him. The Demon Mountain quickly blocked it with a giant sword. At this time, Srik's dagger also attacked many parts of his body. Finally, the Demon Mountain, which could not be avoided, was hit by Zblaze's sword and hit his helmet. The helmet made a sound, making his ears dizzy. Before he could react, he hit Zblaze's high-speed giant sword and shook it for more than a dozen swords.

The shaking Demon Mountain felt unstable because of the sword's blow and excessive bleeding under her armpits. As an assassin, Srick would not let him go. Suddenly, he used a dagger to accurately insert the position of his helmet and neck. Demon Mountain screamed and fell to the ground with a sword in his hand. Tsbrilliz saw the opportunity and could not lose it. The sword tip of the sword suddenly stabbed into the body of Demon Mountain. This last blow broke the armor on Demon Mountain and stabbed into his body.

"Huhh~~~." Zblaz dropped his sword and sat on the ground and gasped. The move just now was a waste of energy. He would not use it again if he had to.

"Shwab~~~." Black blood flowed out of the Demon Mountain's mouth. He stared at Schwab as if he wanted to kill this despicable nobleman with his eyes. After losing his support, his burly body fell down with a bang.

"Victory, victory." At this time, Schwab's eagle flag was flying on the walls of Oshevido Castle. After a arduous battle, the Mark Legion and the nobles finally cleared the enemies on the walls and occupied the tall walls. The enemy was retreating to the castle square and tower to fight stubbornly.
Chapter completed!