Lord of the Oasis

Chapter 422: The Archers Who Were Slaughtered

In front of the Crimson Sect was Viscount Gibran.

Having lost his left arm, he still looked tall and strong. He was riding on a tall horse, wearing a black and red robe. His long white hair fluttered in the wind, giving him the aura of a noble.

He also had a bright smile on his face, and there was a faint red light in the depths of his eyes.

Facing Kant, he did not have the hatred towards an enemy.

Because in his heart, this Baron Kant and the large troop of his, would become his sacrifice. At the foot of Mountain of Death, he would complete his blood sacrifice to that supreme existence!

Just like now, Gibran was leading this group of ignorant people into the trap that he had already set up.

Why did he have hatred to Kant?

He only wanted to thank him!

Quietly waiting for Kant’s troops to get into formation, Gibran looked at the light cavalries that had surrounded the two wings. He slowly raised his right hand, signaling for his restless soldiers to calm down.

Riding forward, he took out a scepter inlaid with red gemstones from his wide sleeves.

“Baron Kant.” Gibran nodded elegantly. “We meet again.”

He still had the etiquette of a noble.

However, Baheshtur narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gibran. He reminded Kant in a deep voice, “Lord, I feel that this guy is not normal. It’s best to be careful.”

“He is indeed abnormal.” Kant smiled and shook his head.

He also spurred his horse forward.

Looking at Gibran in front of him, he also lowered his head and smiled. “Of course, we meet again, Viscount Gibran.”

“The weather is good.” Gibran chuckled. “Look what I’ve prepared for you. It’s an unexpected surprise. If you don’t mind, come and take a look. I’m willing to introduce to you the scenery of Mountain of Death, as well as the supreme existence of my faith.”

“That so-called Devil Lord?”

Kant also chuckled.

He tilted his head, he calmly said, “I’m very interested.” However, his voice became colder. “If it’s possible, I want to kill all of you in front of me and smear your blood all over my path to Mountain of Death. Then, I want to truly kill that so-called supreme existence of yours, that Devil Lord that should have been destroyed in history a long time ago!”

“Uh.” Gibran was a little stunned. The fake smile of a noble had not disappeared from his face, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes as he looked at Kant.

Viscount Gibran, who had grown up in a noble family, he had never say something so ruthless.

Or rather, he had never seen someone so ruthless like Kant. It was like mercenaries and bandits cursing in the street.

Even if he had defected to the abyssal demon, in his mind, the etiquette of the noble was still deeply engraved in his heart. This had become a habit, and reflexive actions could not be erased.

And he could not accept Kant’s undisguised threat!

“You have successfully aroused my anger.”

Gibran chuckled.

“Is that so?” Kant nodded and waved to the side. “Then let them be even angrier!”

“Shoot!” Baheshtur, who had long been prepared, instantly roared. He did not hold back and directly said what Kant wanted to say. Baheshtur had his own way of understanding the thoughts of his superiors.

Baheshtur was not only famous for his temper, but his cunningness also allow he was able to escape from the Khergit Khanate and establish his reputation in the Continent of Caradia.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh –”

Arrows were instantly shot out.

Five hundred Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and five hundred Ravenstern Rangers gathered their killing intent onto their steel crossbows and cone-tipped arrows, and like a waterfall, they shot towards the enemy formation that was less than 300 meters away.

They are the elite of the level 4 troop class, long-range infantry, and were capable to kill the enemies up to 300 meters away.

They had superior weaponry and superb skill!

Streams of arrows flew by, the targets of these elite crossbowmen were the opposing archers at the front row!

The archers who had been forced to come here, armed with short bows or hunting bows, and who clearly did not want to fight for the Crimson Sect, offered their first life first!

“Splash, splash, splash –”

The sound of arrows piercing flesh could be heard continuously.

In an instant, the archers who were wearing leather armor or did not have any armor fell one after another.

A large number of archers were killed. However, they could only lower their heads and bend their waists to dodge the arrows or scatter in all directions in fear. This was because the simple hunting bows in their hands could only shoot out 50 meters at best, which was not far enough

The troops of the Dukedom of Leo did not care about archers at all. This was the tradition of the noble.

They thought that only the knights were the strongest.

As for the archers, they were just small things used by the lowly mercenaries.

As long as they were close to the knights, these soft and useless weapons would not pose any threat. This was a habit formed during the years of battle. After all, the mercenaries also did not have the funds to buy powerful crossbows.

Crossbows and war bows were fine weapons. They were far from being comparable to cold weapons such as longsword and lance!

This resulted in the archers of the Crimson Sect were dying one after another under the long-range attacks of Kant’s troops, .

In a short period of time, more than 200 archers were killed on the spot. Most of them were injured and had lost the ability to continue fighting. Their morale was at a low point and was on the verge of collapse!

“Kill!”

Gibran did not show any mercy.

Looking at the archers who were dodging, he turned his head and gave the order to the Crimson Sect fanatics in black robes.

The fanatics took out thier swords and axes, they mercilessly slashed at the archers who dared to flee. They actually slaughtered all their won archers!

The fresh blood became thicker and thicker. Piles of corpses gathered in front of the formation.

All of them belonged to the innocent archers.

Except for a small number who fled.

Most of them had their heads chopped off by the fanatics and were casually thrown in front of the formation, forming a scene like a slaughterhouse. The entire area began to be filled with a thick stench of blood. It was abnormally fishy.

The elite lance soldiers at the rear were somewhat shaken. Many of them had already started retching, and there was even a commotion.

However, they were restrained by the intimidation of those fanatics.

No one dared to move recklessly.

Since the formation had been successfully formed, anyone who moved recklessly would cause a commotion, and they could be easily discovered by others.

When the time came, they would be killed by those fanatics who had no reason to speak of, and they would be killed in the name of supervising the battle team. It was a matter of course. They would just die in vain, and there would be no honor at all.

However, Kant frowned slightly and extended his hand to signal for the archers to stop shooting.

“Something’s not right.”

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