Facing such obstinate opponents, viking Rollo exposed a reverential countenance on his face. Unleashing a ferocious war, he heavily hammered down his sledgehammer onto the helmet of a gypsy knight; smashing flat both head and helmet, thus terminating his current agony.
At this moment, Sheyan also silently charged forward.
He could sense that they had wasted too much time, and was nearly crossing the limit. If he didn’t act himself, they would possibly fall to the gutters of evil!
A blue radiance flickered out, as Sheyan swiftly thrusted in with his melancholic long saber; stabbing his saber into the cracks of armour, before he ruthlessly twisted!
After regaining some perception with great difficulty, a gypsy knight suddenly felt a chill in his belly; the chill of being penetrated through. Thick blood mixed with blue glitters splashed out; appearing additionally furtive and miserable.