Reckless Through The New World

On the podium, several heavily armed Thracian knights were guarding the Duke of Pieduc and hurriedly retreated. The Duke's staff, the powerful magician, retreated to the corner of the podium, holding a wand and chanting a spell. A powerful spell was being prepared, and it was about to be launched.

Brave rushed towards the podium.

The horses carrying the knights swept past him, and the cavalry who followed him had already caught up.

They rushed to the podium, were hit by magic, and fell down with their horses.

But new knights rushed up and fought with the Thracian knights.

After several obstacles, there were very few knights who could rush here. Each of them was highly skilled. Even the most elite masters of the Pieduc family would not have any advantage when facing them.

Mo Lai's high-end force was not as good as Thrace, but at this quasi-high-end level, they didn't suffer when confrontation on a small scale.

Brave rushed to the podium.

In front of him is a battlefield of fierce fighting. The comrades-in-arms who saw that they were only one step away from victory, and the Thracian masters who wanted to protect the coach no matter what, were fighting at all costs.

They have thrown their usual knowledge of swordsmanship out of the sky, completely ignoring the issue of defense, just staring at them, opening their mouths, and slashing savagely while making meaningless roars.

As long as you can knock down the enemy, it doesn't matter if you die here!

In the chaos, Brave saw the middle-aged man standing not far away at a glance.

He was wearing a black ceremonial armor that looked like the symbol of the Pieduc family, a beautiful helmet, and a broad sword in hand. Both the armor and the weapon shone with magical light, which was obviously not a mere decoration.

He was standing there, looking at himself silently.

Brave subconsciously slowed down, no longer running, just walking quickly. Use this rhythm you don't know how many times you've worked out to get yourself as much energy back as possible.

He held the sword in both hands, leaned the long sword against his chest, and assumed a ceremonial posture.

Duke Pieduts did not escape, he knew that he could not escape.

"It's nice to see the rise of a new generation of famous players." He smiled and said softly, "It's a pity... not us Thracians."

Brave quickened his pace and charged towards him.

Duke Pieduts took a deep breath and stepped up to meet him.

The two swords collided heavily, the two figures collided violently, and then separated.

In less than a fraction of the "moment", the two of them turned around at the same time and swung their swords again.

Another violent crash of weapons.

Cracks appeared on the two magic swords. Such a violent impact has exceeded the limit that the magic swords can withstand.

But neither side cared at all, and they waved their swords again.

After a few hits, Brave's slightly narrower longsword couldn't hold up at first and broke after a single collision. Duke Pieduc's broadsword immediately swung the situation and slashed heavily on his armor. The powerful force made the magic sword slash through the magic armor, leaving a deep wound on his chest, and blood spurted out.

But Brave, who was absorbed in it, felt no pain at all. He pulled out the dagger he was wearing and continued to charge at Duke Pieduc.

The Duke of Pieduc raised his broad two-handed sword, and with the advantage of the length of his weapon, he would directly kill the opponent before he rushed in front of him.

But at this moment, the last Molai cavalry who broke through the Thracian army's block rushed to the podium.

He and his warhorse were covered in wounds, and even a severed halberd pierced his chest. The pain made his expression grim and squeezed out his last strength.

Before falling down, he threw out the sword, and the magic sword flew to Brave's side with the master's last fighting spirit.

Brave subconsciously dropped the dagger and took hold of the sword.

Because of this action, his footsteps were a little slower, and when Duke Pieduc's two-handed broadsword slashed fiercely, he had not yet entered the attacking range of the broadsword.

Then, the long sword, which had just left its master, pierced the air with a bluish-white electric light, grabbed Duke Pieduc's flaw, pierced his neck armor, and pierced his throat.

Duke Pieduts froze, and he looked at Brave blankly, as if he didn't believe that he would die like this.

After a second or two, a sigh-like sound came from his throat, the light in his eyes dissipated, and he fell down.

At this moment, stored in the Pieduc family, stored in the Thracian court, stored in the front-line military camp... Many magic items exploded at the same time.

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked and couldn't believe their eyes.

That means... the patriarch of the Pieduc family died suddenly without a smooth handover of inheritance.

In the barracks, the officers of the Pieduc family were the most shocked. They were terrified, overwhelmed, and trembling all over.

Breathing violently, Brave rushed to the center of the podium, swung his long sword, and cut off the ropes tied to the Pieduc family's battle flag.

The flag of the mountain fell with the broken rope and fell on the podium full of blood.

The Thracian army, which had already reached its limit, finally collapsed completely.

The morale of the left and right armies completely collapsed. The nobles screamed desperately, rode their horses, and rushed towards the back door of the barracks. They were still calling for their guards to protect themselves.

The Mage Corps walked the fastest, and the casters never used themselves as pawns. In this unfavorable situation, their first choice was to retreat—or rather, escape.

The soldiers of the Pieduts Regiment finally lost their courage. Led by the remaining officers, they hurriedly retreated, and could no longer form the mountain-like formation in the past.

If it wasn't for those synthetic beasts who had just burst into powerful combat power suddenly exploded and turned into pools of blood, perhaps most of them would not have been able to escape.

And even if the Synthetic Beast Legion finally ended its madness and self-destruction, giving them the last chance to escape, in this chaotic situation, only a few people can really escape smoothly.

Many Thracian soldiers and officers from those nobles dropped their weapons in despair, raised their hands, and made a gesture of surrender.

Even the world-famous Mountain Legion has been defeated, what else do they have to say? What else is there to fight?

In the chaos, Brave covered his chest with his hands, trying to ease the pain a little bit with this movement. He staggered to the edge of the podium, and when he finally knocked down his opponent, surrounded by blood-covered comrades, he raised his sword towards the approaching Molai Army soldiers.

This sword has just killed a generation of famous generals in the Western Continent, and it has also become a new generation of famous generals.

The old general star has fallen, and the new general star is rising!