In the Name of the Queen

“Fxxk!”

The barking of dogs tore the quiet night sky apart, and Roland’s face changed. He couldn’t help but curse in Sussex.

If an accident can be predicted, it is not an accident.

Since an accident has happened, we can only start Plan B.

Roland quickly fired a signal flare and then ran to the location of Sif’s support team.

The temple warrior using a crossbow raised his hand again and shot the black dog barking in the middle of the night. However, the shrill barking had already alarmed the soldiers in the camp.

The only good news is that it will rain heavily tonight, and the muskets cannot be used. The garrison team can only put bayonets on the muskets and use them as ordinary long guns.

The special operations team retreated to the meeting point and joined the support team led by Sif.

"Roland, are you okay?"

Seeing that Roland was not injured, Sif lowered her voice and asked, "What went wrong?"

Looking at Sif's tense face, the temple warrior who had just taken action lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I should have dragged the body away."

"It's not your fault. Even if you drag the body away, the dog will bark."

Roland smiled and helped the temple warrior to excuse himself, "This is an accident."

"Don't worry about the accident, let's go quickly, it will be difficult for them to leave after they react."

Since Roland was talking, Sif didn't want to get into it, she grabbed Roland's hand and wanted to take Roland away.

"We can't leave now, it takes time for the corrosive agent to take effect. If we leave, they will find out in the first place and it will be a waste of time."

Sif was stunned for a few seconds, let go of Roland's hand, and began to assemble the three-section spear.

Roland was right.

They didn't come here to travel, they came to fight.

The old commander is here? Then come on!

Sif held a three-meter-long spear in her hand and stood at the front of the team like a god of war.

She is the sharpest blade, and she must stand up tonight.

The shrill cry of the black dog before his death alarmed the garrison of the artillery.

Although the number of people in this garrison is not large, they are all elite.

The fact that the two patrols were bewitched by the Siren Song and attacked does not represent their true strength.

The awakened garrison quickly set out and began to search the mountains.

The commander of the garrison was a major. He was livid and quickly found the traces.

"It's over there, follow me!"

He pulled out his pistol and stared coldly at the location where Roland and others were.

It was not difficult to find the murderer, because Sif was not hiding at all, she was standing there, waiting for them.

It is necessary to attract the attention of the enemy.

As long as we hold on for half an hour, these cannons will become waste.

Looking at Sif's arrogant appearance, the garrison major almost fainted.

"Who are you? Who instructed you to attack our army? Tell me!"

Facing the garrison major, Sif raised her spear elegantly, and her clear voice was even sweeter than the siren Munina.

"The invaders have the nerve to say sneak attack?"

The major's face changed slightly, and he slowly raised his right hand.

Behind him, dozens of soldiers raised their muskets.

Roland, who was standing not far behind Sif, was a little surprised. Could this kind of musket really be used in the rain?

Looking at Roland's surprised expression, the garrison major couldn't help laughing.

Shortly before departure, His Majesty's scientific expedition team obtained a batch of ancient divine weapons through ruins excavation.

This rifle can be used in any weather, with five rounds of ammunition, and high shooting accuracy.

Except for the small number, there are no disadvantages at all.

"Bang!"

"Ding Ding Ding!"

After the volley, the garrison major was surprised to find that Roland and Sif were fine. Looking more carefully, Roland had a huge steel shield in his hand.

The dense bullets were all blocked by the steel shield.

Although the steel shield was also beaten beyond recognition, it still completed the task.

"Replace the bullets, load the gun!"

The garrison major gave the order in a rage, but it was too late.

Although the time to reload the gun was only a few seconds, it seemed like a century to Roland and Sif.

Screams rang out one after another.

Sif rushed into the enemy position like lightning, her spear drew a perfect arc, sweeping away all the enemies within a radius of nearly four meters.

Roland also changed his spear, turned into a windmill, and harvested wantonly.

The garrison major had no time to give the next order.

Because Roland threw a flying knife at him before swinging his spear, hitting his throat.

The elite temple warriors, led by another high-level temple Majila, took advantage of the reload time to launch an assault.

Although the number of temple warriors was less than that of the garrison, their combat effectiveness was far superior, not to mention that these unfortunate soldiers were still reloading.

This change was the next life.

The screams alarmed more people.

"Who disturbed this warlord's rest?"

A thunderous voice sounded, making the ears buzz.

Roland and Sif looked at each other, feeling a little nervous.

Although they guessed that Shank was likely on the mountain, they were still a little nervous when they really faced him.

Roland threw away his spear and replaced it with a pistol and a shield.

This is the standard melee equipment of the Paladin.

Lisa, who was ambushing behind, also appeared. She looked solemn and said in a deep voice:

"Teacher..."

"What's wrong with Master Anthony?"

"She said that the three of us can defeat Shank." Lisa's face was very ugly.

Seeing that Lisa was a little uncomfortable, Roland swallowed the national quintessence and smiled brightly.

"Since Master Anthony said so, there must be no problem."

"Get ready for battle!"

Lisa nodded vigorously, with flames dancing in her eyes.

Roland was right. Teacher Anthony must have a reason to say so.

"Boom!"

A tent was blown away, and a giant man as big as a mountain stood up from the tent, looking at Roland and others angrily.

Looking at Shank's burly body, Roland's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Body size is combat power.

Why can't the perfect hunter leopard, who is proficient in various hunting skills, beat the lion and tiger? It's because of the size.

Although there is a setting in anime that gigantism is bound to fail, this is the real world.

The oppressive feeling brought by Shank's huge body is suffocating.

Sif's hands trembled slightly and her breathing was rapid.

It was not fear, but the crazy secretion of adrenaline caused by excessive tension.

The old commander was even taller than the spear in her hand.

At a distance of hundreds of meters from Roland and others, Shank took off the huge hammer from his back and smashed it hard on the ground, stirring up countless gravel.

Then he swung the hammer and hit the gravel.

The gravel flew like a cannonball.

Roland shouted softly, "Hide behind me!"

He raised his shield and tried to block the flying stones for Sif and Lisa.

The broken stones tilted like a rain of bullets, hitting the shield with a dull sound, and collided into slag.

Roland's knuckles were bleeding, and he took two steps back to relieve the force.

As expected of a rank seven strongman, just like this?

Roland was a little confused, and then relieved.

He had only seen Anthony and Sophia before. Although Sophia did not make a move, her terrifying aura could scare people to death. Master Anthony was extremely powerful and had amazing combat power.

But they were not ordinary rank sevens.

Not to mention Sophia for now, Anthony was also the ceiling of the regular rank seven.

It's not that the old warlord's combat power is poor, but that normal rank sevens are like this.

He is powerful and can crush hundreds of ordinary soldiers, but that's all.

No wonder Anthony was unwilling to take action. He probably thought Shank was not qualified.

It is indeed a high-quality training sandbag.

Roland pushed the ground hard and charged Shank.

Shank was stunned.

He was a little puzzled. His gravel attack would definitely hurt this damn opponent, so why did he dare to charge at him?

Why?

Of course, it was with courage!

Roland's mind flashed with a famous saying of a famous paladin in history. Victory requires strength, but charging only requires courage!

Shank can be said to be the weakest rank seven, while he, Sif and Lisa are all at the top of rank eight.

After more than half a year of dormancy, he completed more than a dozen inheritances, and the background color of the soul card of the main profession inheritor finally turned colorful.

The colorful inheritor card also promoted the Paladin's secondary profession. A large amount of overflowing "experience" was filled into the secondary profession, which made his strength advance by leaps and bounds.

He was making progress, and Sif and Lisa were not idle either.

The largest inheritor badge Roland obtained was from Sif.

Although she is a human, she unexpectedly matches the heritage of the elves. In the past six months, she has mastered many skills such as the royal swordsmanship of the elves (which can be used with guns), and her combat effectiveness has increased several times compared to six months ago.

Lisa quickly became a master of fire control under the guidance of a famous teacher.

Roland smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Shank, and was more convinced of Master Anthony's judgment.

Shank, this idiot, also drank alcohol.

Except for those who are good at drunken boxing, drinking will only reduce combat effectiveness.

Roland did not expect to dare to take the initiative to attack. Shank was angry and swung the huge war hammer and smashed it hard.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Since he is a warrior, he must take this hammer head-on, right?

This hammer is the hard power he has accumulated for a hundred years, and even a small mountain can be hammered.

Even if Roland is an iron warrior, he will be hammered flat.

"Boom!"

The ground shook and rocks flew.

The war hammer hit the ground heavily.

At the moment when the heavy hammer fell, Roland raised his shield, his eyes were full of determination, and his resolute eyes were like a martyr who was fearless and ready to die.

However, after the heavy hammer could not change its trajectory, he let go of the hand holding the shield and rolled away from the attack range of the warhammer shock wave with a skillful roll.

Only a fool would take the frontal attack of the giant warrior.

Roland is certainly not a fool, he is very cunning.

At the moment of rolling away, Roland's smoke bombs and explosive bombs with a lot of ingredients in his hands instantly hit Shank's face.

In the smoke, there were all kinds of special chili powder, pepper powder and quicklime, as well as professional tear-inducing fog specially provided by Master Norton.

Although Shank was powerful, he was still a flesh and blood body.

He misjudged Roland's reaction and hit the air with his hammer, which was as uncomfortable as walking up the stairs without stepping on the air. The shameless explosive bombs that followed made him unable to open his eyes at all, and tears flowed down his face.

He covered his eyes and screamed.

Roland drew out his short sword, and took advantage of Shank's momentary surprise to stab Shank's old ass.

He wanted to stab Shank's heart, but Shank had not broken through the defense yet, and he was too tall, so Roland could only reluctantly choose a secondary target.

Lisa manipulated the flames to turn into a phoenix and smashed into Shank's face.

Sif did not rush to attack, but pulled out her pistol and fired five shots in a row.

After being hit continuously, Shank finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

He realized that he might become the second rank seven to be killed by a low-level opponent in the new calendar.

The pride of the warrior made him unable to accept this result.

He roared and turned around and ran.

Roland was stunned.

Sif and Lisa were also stunned.

Would the brave and fearless giant run away?

Shank roared angrily while running, and he swore that as long as he recovered a little, he would come back and kill these three shameless people immediately.

Just give him a little time!

"Ah!"

The screams rang out again.

The huge wall of fire with scorching heat blocked his escape route.

Shank stared at the wall of fire blankly, and finally realized that he had no way to escape.

He turned around with gritted teeth and saw Anthony standing on the top of the cliff pretending to look at the scenery.

He had no way to escape, and it was impossible for him to survive.

All he could do was take a few people with him before he died.