Quadruple split

Let's face it, this was not a fair encounter.

At this moment, under the cold moonlight, in the woods hundreds of miles east of Lavenders Pass, a butcher wearing heavy black armor was carrying out a simple, efficient and exceptionally calm killing.

The party that was massacred was one of the advance troops sent to the Chauvin Empire by Griffin's newly formed 19th Chapter, 3,000 men led by Lord Milanson Valyria.

The average strength of both sides is mid-level, which can be said to be the standard configuration of a first-class legion under the current world view. In other words, among those violent gangs that can be called legions, even the highest quality, the grassroots main battle members among them The level will also be in the 'intermediate' range.

This is not difficult to understand. To give an irresponsible example, suppose that among the 1,000 NPCs randomly pulled out, there are 700 ordinary people and 300 professionals. Then there are probably 200 low-level, 95 mid-level and 5 High level.

As for epics and legends, they are not something that can be obtained by just pulling out 1,000 people. The number of the former is almost extremely rare compared to high-level people, and the number of legends in the entire continent is less than three digits.

Of course, the above content is just a very general and irresponsible example. The reason why it is brought up is just to express a few things——

First of all, as Xiu said to Mo Tan before, after all, the majority of this world is ordinary people without power, and those talents are the real 'cornerstones', but for most 'players', those ordinary and mediocre people NPCs are not important, so no matter how many such background boards there are, they will be insignificant in the eyes of outsiders, just like it is difficult for people who are not hungry to understand the value of the existence of a farmer uncle/aunt.

Secondly, low-level and mid-level are the common levels of professionals in this innocent world. The reason why many people don’t have so many feelings is because for players, the first bottleneck is [Epic]. As for the previous process , you can cross it casually.

It is important to mention here that the number of players is not much different from the indigenous NPCs in the Innocence Realm, if not a drop in the bucket. Therefore, although there are a large number of people who have a smooth road before the epic level out of thin air, it will attract people's attention. , but it is far from enough to change the world structure.

Finally, there is the conclusion mentioned at the beginning:

Under the above circumstances, for weaker forces or ordinary armies, the grassroots level is mainly composed of low-level professionals, such as the workplace where Mo Tan and Cordoba once stayed - [Dieyan City, Marshall Territory of the Violet Empire Garrison] and [Misha County Joint Force];

The higher-level regular armies of medium and large forces and many 'main combat forces' are used as trump cards, such as the Marshall family's [Mercury Guard], the Violet family's [Bauhinia Guard], the Regent's exclusive [Female Bee], The [Knights of the Sword of the Tsar] in the Chauvinist Empire and the [Knights of the Protectorate] in various major sects. Organizations of this level are basically composed entirely of mid-level professionals at the grassroots level, and there are also high-level professionals and above who shoulder the responsibility of the middle and senior levels. and special team missions.

It is worth mentioning that among these 'first-class' troops, which all use mid-level professionals as the base, there are also three, six, and nine levels, and among the intermediate ranks, there are also 'beginners to the mid-level', 'pull seedlings to encourage the mid-level', The difference between 'ordinary mid-level', 'mid-level peak', and 'half-step high-level' means that even if everyone is similar in terms of hard power, there may not be a one-way crushing of one party.

For example, although the vanguard of the [Black Blade] Legion led by Arthur is only one-third of the force in Milanson's hands, it does not conflict with the 'massacre' they are carrying out.

If the [Hidden Front] force that William originally built was of first-class quality, comparable to or even slightly better than any main battle legion of the Griffin Dynasty, then although the number has dropped sharply, the survivors have all been [ Trial Alienation Radiation Tower MII] The filtered first and second combat sequences of the [Zangfeng] battle group have become a bit over the top in terms of combat effectiveness.

There is no other reason. These warriors, who are wearing armor with not even an inch of skin exposed, are now somewhat guilty.

Although this is just an ambiguous and unpredictable concept, it is such a concept that gives them strength far beyond their own limits.

The heavy sword filled with gray-white fighting spirit crashed down. A black-edged warrior with a wide range of movements finally chopped the opponent's two-handed ax into pieces after swinging the third sword, and split it into two from head to toe in the next moment. Half.

After the Ebon Blade warrior wearing heavy gloves had his arm smashed from behind, he calmly turned around and grabbed the unfinished war hammer. The direct reaction force would almost make a normal person faint from the pain. The weapon was knocked out of the opponent's hand with an inch of strength, and in the next moment, he blasted his right fist and blasted the blank-faced head.

The Black Blade warrior who was at the front and had his chest pierced by a spear and with more than a dozen arrows stuck in his body kept moving, waving his arm that had been cut off at the elbow and striding forward, squeezing the enemy. Position, covering the comrades behind him deep into the enemy's formation, blooming in the center, only stopped after half a minute after his heart was broken, and fell to the ground and died under the horrified eyes of countless people around him.

This is a team that is hard to find normal words to describe. If you have to say it, it is completely 'numb'. They don't seem to know what fear and pain are, but the eyes under the visor are not numb before they lose their life. On the contrary, many battle-hardened members of the advance guard could swear that they saw enthusiasm, joy and high-spirited fighting spirit in the eyes of the other party.

What's even more frightening is that although these people's strength can be seen to be only at the intermediate level, they have always maintained their maximum performance under some indescribable influence, even to the point where their bodies will collapse due to excessive load.

If they are compared to two mid-level boxers with similar physical fitness, then if the advance army of the 19th Chapter throws ten punches, one of them can directly kill a cow, and seven of them can kill a goose in seconds. Two punches could barely flatten a micro-leaf sycamore; but the Black Blades, their opponents, could stably kill a cow with every punch, so it was a natural decision.

However, according to common sense, even if this kind of fighting style that can kill a cow with every punch can be successfully implemented, this kind of behavior will put a very heavy burden on the body. Unless the physical toughness is different from ordinary people, the base must also be A guy with ogre-level physical fitness and resilience, otherwise ordinary people would be dead within a few minutes if he played this way.

The advance troops of the 19th Chapter also knew this truth, so they kept struggling, thinking that as long as they resisted for a little longer, they could hold on until these desperate guys destroyed them.

As a result, ten minutes later, before the opponent collapsed, hundreds of people on their side were killed. The members of the Nineteenth Chapter had to change their minds and draw a line between the enemies wearing black heavy armor and the ogres. An equal sign, or even a greater than sign.

Obviously, they misjudged the situation. Not only did the enemies not destroy themselves, they even became more courageous as the numbers of the two sides gradually began to shrink.

It is true that the Black Blade warriors also suffered casualties. After all, they were still flesh and blood and not monsters. But even so, they still beat this advance army with a battle-loss ratio that was enough to make the latter feel desperate. If the situation on the field If it can continue, then when everything is over, this encounter can definitely be defined as a 'complete victory'.

From an objective perspective, this is not surprising, at least to someone with a God’s perspective.

On the one hand, there is a private legion supported by a quasi-first-class noble family in the Griffin Dynasty. Although it has the designation of a regular legion, it is only regular in all aspects, and the three thousand people who serve as the advance army are not even the 19th The elite of the Legion, an ordinary violent gang.

On the other side, there is the greatest king in the history of the Chauvinian Empire. William Bohe secretly formed an absolute elite for his most cherished son. He spent a lot of effort to secretly form an absolute elite. As part of these elites, the [Black Blade] here The warriors had gone through a 'big screening' with a shockingly high failure rate some time ago, and these people who had endured extreme pain to get over it and got the brand new designation [Black Edge] were completely indifferent. The truth is evenly matched with the former.

In fact, this advance force did not even have a chance to become a touchstone for these Ebon Blade warriors.

The only key point that the advance team can change the situation of the battle is that they can use their epic level strength to surpass the Ebon Blade warriors and suppress Milanson Valyria, who is currently fighting Arthur.

Of course, it may not be accurate to say that they fought hard. Although the two of them were both epic, Arthur's attitude was quite lazy. In fact, he just rushed to Milanson's side when the battle was in full swing and waved. The slash of the sword forced the latter to raise his sword to defend, and then he suddenly exerted force after the two weapons collided, directly pushing Milanson's whole body out of the center of the battlefield, and then he obviously slacked off.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you your name yet, sir."

Arthur casually slashed out a sword and said with a smile at the same time: "Since I have reported my name, as the commander of this advance force, you must also report your identity to be etiquette, right?"

"Milanson Valyria."

Milanson easily blocked Arthur's feeble slash. After responding, he suddenly raised his right foot and stamped on the ground. He tried to use this unexpected method to rush back to the main formation and make an unparalleled attack among the black blade warriors. As a result, the moment he was about to leave Arthur's attack range, his body shook, and he trembled uncontrollably as if he had been thrown directly into an ice cellar. Then he suddenly lost his center of gravity, stumbled awkwardly, and almost fell to the ground.

"I see……"

Wiping away the blood on the sword with his fingers together, Arthur, who had just cut off Milanson's left arm with an [EX Oath Sword], nodded slightly, and then frowned slightly: "Speaking of which, I remember Wa The Duke of Lelia’s family should be ranked among the Griffins. Isn’t it a bit too abrupt for you to go deep into my chauvinistic hinterland with this surname?”

Only then did he realize that his arm had been cut off at shoulder level. Milanson groaned subconsciously, then sealed the wound to stop the bleeding. He said with a slightly pale face, "Although I He is a member of the Valyrian family, but he is a branch of the branch. Even if he is a so-called noble, his life is not as valuable as others, but he is... The name Arthur always makes people think of... …”

"Some young man who unfortunately died in your Griffin?"

Arthur blinked and smiled: "It's exactly the same, but I can't help it. After all, it's not up to us to decide what to call it. Let alone Arthur, even if they want me to call them 'Seya' ', I have to admit it too."

Milson, who subconsciously thought of 'people' as having the first naming rights for his own children, frowned and shook his head: "No, I don't think you are simply someone with the same name as Prince Arthur. If I remember correctly In other words, Arthur Bohe is a tall and handsome brown-haired man. More importantly, I feel a very caring aura in you..."

As he spoke, Milanson slashed at Arthur with his sword.

Arthur laughed gently after realizing that the other party had no intention of leaving here. He casually opened one of the latter's moves and asked curiously: "What's the smell? Body odor?"

"Not really."

Milanson, who knew very well that there was no way he could escape from this man, shook his head honestly and said seriously: "That was a feeling I only experienced when His Majesty Chiwetel Logan came from a distance during the military parade. And in my impression, the Arthur who can be compared to him, even Arthur Bohe himself, seems a little unworthy."

Arthur smiled casually, nodded and said: "Pertinent, to the point."

"so……"

Although he had expected it, Milanson, who still couldn't believe it, immediately took a breath of cold air: "So you are really the Crown Prince Arthur Bohe?"

"No no no."

As a result, Arthur waved his hand and said with a smile: "Didn't you just say that Arthur Bohe is not worthy of the aura I made you feel? I have just said that I belong to the Chauvin Empire. , the leader of the [Black Blade] Legion, and also the leader of the Six Gods Killers under the Sin King, [White King] Arthur, as for the identity of the Chauvinist Crown Prince Arthur Bohe... To be honest, although he has some influence, but It’s actually hard to relate to who I am now.”

Milson gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "But you still haven't denied that you are Prince Arthur! In this case, don't we have no reason for war anymore? The reason why the Chauvin Empire declared war on me, Griffin, in the final analysis is not Because they thought you were dead!"

"That's right."

Arthur shrugged, then cut off Milson's remaining right arm, inserted the [Lion Oath Sword] upside down on the ground with his backhand, and winked at the latter who had lost both hands——

"That's why I have no intention of returning to the sun before you Griffins are wiped out and inheriting a country that is destined to be great in another way~"

Chapter 1672: End