Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1015: Knock And Squeeze

On a lonely high slope, a few crooked-necked trees were scattered on the top of the mountain. In the middle of an irregular open space, there was a fire. The fire shone on a young face. The young man with a baby face was humming the popular tune of the empire, "Aria Under the Night." He used tree branches to raise a peeled pheasant and roasted it on the fire.

The pheasant was roasted until it dripped oil on the fire. Every time it dropped a drop, the bonfire in the fire would soar higher and explode into sparks. The young man smacked his lips, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, occasionally reaching out to wipe it off.

At this moment, the campfire suddenly shook violently, and then there were more people by the fire. The young man sniffled and said, "Are you hurt?"

Just as he finished speaking, the roasted chicken on the tree branch, a fat and delicious drumstick, suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Then someone sat down beside him, the fire illuminating a woman's face. This face, or half of it, looked very beautiful and cold. The other half of his face was blocked by the mask, which flowed with a metallic luster as it approached his nose. It didn't look like it was worn on the face, but directly embedded into the skin. From the flames, one could see a dark red scar between the edge of the mask and the woman's face. The ugly scar contrasted sharply with the beautiful half of the woman's face.

There was blood at the corner of her mouth. Before the blood stains were wiped dry, she ate it together with the chicken into her stomach. The woman silently ate the roasted chicken without saying a word. The baby-faced man sighed and said, "I told you not to join in the fun. Anyway, it's fine if we bring our words to him. It's none of our business if he does anything. Look, he didn't succeed, so he was injured, right?"

"You talk too much nonsense." The woman's voice was hoarse, and she sounded a little short of breath.

The baby-faced man smiled and said, "It's not like you know me for the first time. Don't you know that I'm talkative? But even so, I don't think you're impatient. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been partners for ten years."

"That's because you're whispering in my ear, so I can remind myself that I'm still alive."

The man said with a bitter face, "So that's what I do." He shook his head and tore off another chicken leg and handed it to the woman, saying, "Speaking of which, that person's combat strength is not weak, but even you failed. It's really not simple."

"Not only is it not simple, I used my phantom avatar to escape. Otherwise, the consequences will be worrying." The woman frowned, "You didn't put salt in the chicken?"

"You just ate it?" The baby-faced man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's amazing to force you to use an illusion avatar. I'm itching to hear you say that."

"If you go over now, you'll probably be able to fight another match."

"No."

"Afraid of death?"

"No, I'm afraid that it will ruin Lord's business. At that time, it would be worse than death." The baby-faced man stretched out his hand and flicked the woman's iron mask, "You've already suffered this kind of loss. If you don't learn how to behave, you'll be hopeless."

The woman snorted as she swept away his hand and whispered, "I don't need you to care."

"Yes, yes, yes. Even adults can't care about you. How can my partner be so capable? Hey, stop eating. Be careful of being fat."

The woman glanced at him and said, "What did I say just now?"

The man immediately raised his hand and surrendered.

The battle at the foot of the hill was over.

When the cavalry knights were half dead and half injured, their fighting spirit began to slacken. In addition, Allen, the God of Killing, swept through the area, causing the opponent to be defeated like a mountain. Alan didn't even look at the other experts and only attacked ordinary knights. Red King drank his enemy's blood. Apart from the brilliant assassin interrupting him for a moment, there were no enemies under the saber wherever Red King passed. Alan had already stepped into the coffin with half of his leg.

Apart from Alan, there were also Fares and Rick who charged into the formation to kill their enemies. However, they did not kill as many people as Adele did. Using the top of the slope as a sniper position, the sniper rifle in Adele's hand fired repeatedly. Every time she fired, a knight would explode in the head and die. Coupled with the shooting of the Inch Fire Sagittarius, the cavalry's defeat was even faster. After all, being evenly matched was a battle. Being suppressed and beaten was a massacre.

No one wanted to be a lamb to be slaughtered. The quality of these cavalry was already quite good, but when the battle damage ratio was heavily tilted, even the most elite army would lose all fighting spirit.

When the last cavalry fell, the leader of the horses was thrown at Ellen's feet by Laura. In order to keep him alive, Laura had to spend a lot of effort to break his limbs, and she had also suffered some injuries. Ellen squatted down and looked at him and asked, "If I asked who sent you, I guess you wouldn't answer?"

The leader laughed miserably and turned away with a snort.

Ellen wasn't surprised. He sat down beside the leader of the horse team and said, "Let me guess again, you didn't say it because you have a wife and child. If you said it, your family wouldn't be able to live, would they?"

"But do you know who I am?" Allen looked up at the night sky and said, "I suppose the people who sent you probably didn't mention this. After all, attacking an Empire viscount openly is not a small crime."

The leader's entire body trembled, his expression shocked. Even though he didn't admit it, the expression on his face already explained everything. Ellen sighed, "In other words, the one who ordered you to treat you as abandoned children from the very beginning. Regardless of the outcome of your attack tonight, you are doomed to never return. Once the murder of an Empire Viscount was exposed, even a general would find it difficult to escape. After all, the previous emperor had once said that the kings of the empire could die in a territorial dispute, but they would never be allowed to die in a conspiracy. To be killed in a territorial dispute is to eat the weak. However, the murder of an Empire Lord shook the very foundation of the country. Those were two completely different things. "

Alan looked back at the leader and said, "Do you want to make a bet with me? Even if you die here, your family and relatives will not be spared. As long as all the people involved are cleaned up, he will be able to stay out of this."

The leader of the horse team exclaimed, "Impossible, he promised us …"

At the end of his sentence, his entire body suddenly twitched. His eyes bulged out and veins appeared under his skin. A few black auras could be vaguely seen swimming on his body like vipers. Alan was shocked and shouted, "Tell me who sent you here."

"Yes" Just as he was about to shout out a name, the leader of the horse team suddenly died. The veins on his body quickly turned black, and his death was terrifying. Edward narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

"It should be a certain ability that was buried in advance when we set out. When we need it, we can kill people and silence them." Ellen nodded and said, "Sure enough, you were very cautious. I don't think you found any signs on the corpse, right?"

Edward asked, "What should we do with the corpse?"

Alan stood up and patted his knees, "Bury them all. As for armor, swords, and guns, if you can recycle them, then recycle them. After we reach Sardinia, we'll sell them for a cheap price. As for horses, we'll keep them for later."

"This slap is loud enough." Edward smiled and turned to leave.

Moments later, Regis and Fares attacked together and quickly dug a large hole in the wilderness. Then, they threw the corpse of the war dead into the hole. After that, the soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, retrieving a total of more than a hundred sets of armor swords, more than forty intact guns, and nearly a thousand bullets. As for the warhorses, apart from those who were seriously injured or killed, there were more than 70 warhorses that were completely unharmed. Just this batch of warhorses alone could sell for a good price.

As for Allen, three of the Mountain King's men were seriously injured, and the others were mostly skin wounds. Four soldiers were killed, seven seriously wounded, and the rest lightly wounded. This battle damage was astonishingly small. This was due to the long-range suppression of the Blackfire Rifle at the beginning. In addition, there were many experts on Allen's side. Together, the battle had suppressed the opponent's army experts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to achieve such a beautiful result.

After four hours of rest, the caravan left the wilderness at dawn. However, when they passed through the battlefield last night, everyone was silent. After all, there were two hundred people buried here forever. Silence was the least bit of respect for the dead.

It was already afternoon when he saw the walls of Sardinia. Alan rode on his horse and followed the group leisurely. He used his hand to block the dazzling sunlight falling from above his head and looked in the direction of Sardinia. From afar, one could see a pattern of scales on the city gate. That was the symbol of Sardinia City. Sardinia's city gate was magnificent and magnificent. It was dozens of meters tall and had an arch. Stone statues of knights with swords and knives were carved on both sides, and then the city wall extended from left to right. The walls of the city were high and thick and were filled with arrows and muzzles. There was a watchtower every hundred meters, and several defensive cannons were installed at the commanding heights.

Under the sunlight, the barrel of the cannon was refracting golden light.

The caravan came to a halt at the city gate, and Edward, Shawn, and the others went forward to go through the formalities for entering the city. Alan leaned against the shade of an old tree and nodded. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from the direction of the city gate. He raised his head and yawned. He gestured to Lucy and the others on the side of the carriage, then carried Red King and took the two Mountain King Warriors to see what was going on.

At the city gate, a few infantry soldiers formed a crescent-shaped formation, protecting Edward and Shawn behind them. In front of the infantry soldiers was a group of Imperial soldiers. These soldiers drew their swords and faced each other. They wore dark green battle clothes and fine iron armor. There was a stag pattern on their chests, which was the symbol of the emerald stag army.

The soldiers on both sides were confronting each other, but the two sides restrained themselves and did not fight at the first possible moment. Alan pushed aside the onlookers and walked over to Edward. "What's going on?" He asked softly.

"Nothing. Someone is trying to blackmail us." Edward said calmly.