63 Hostage
Whoosh! Sunier shot an arrow, piercing through the chain spaulder of the young knight, and penetrating deeply into his shoulder.
The earth wall couldn't hold back the horde of knights, but it did delay their attack. When they finally broke through it, however, they were greeted by Moxinke's grim smile. His greatsword was clinging to the throat of the young knight.
A middle-aged knight reached out his hand, indicating for his men to stop moving. He stared at Moxinke with a murderous intent reflected in his cold eyes, as if that sharp stare could cut through his body. However, Moxinke was now a truly desperate warrior, who would even dare to fight against a dragon, let alone hundreds of knights!
Moxinke spat on the ground resentfully and grabbed the young knight's hair, receding at a slow pace while facing his enemies. Cessacioun had picked up his magic wand. After an incantation and a wave of his hand, a stretch of marsh appeared between them and the knights. But his magic power was very limited.The marsh seemed too small compared with the hundreds of knights, who had outflanked them from both sides.
"Get out of the way, or I'll kill him!" Moxinke said coldly.
The knights looked at the middle-aged knight simultaneously, waiting for an order, but his face was empty of expression like a century-old iceberg.
"Tell your men to get out of the way!" Moxinke lightly moved his sword across the young knight's throat. A faint strip of blood immediately appeared.
"Get out of the way! That's an order!!" the young knight screamed.
"I'm sorry, My Lord. What I'm doing is for your own safety," The middle-aged knight replied coldly. "Release My Lord, and I will let you go!"
"Damn you!" Moxinke grinned hideously. "You think I am a three-year-old boy? You expect me to believe that? I count to three, and if you are still in my way, I will cut off one of his arms! One..."
The middle-aged knight paused and slowly raised the sword in his hand. All the other knights also raised their spears in front of them, forming a charging formation, as if they were ready for a direct fight.
"Two..." Moxinke showed no fear at all. The sword in his hand was firmly grasped. If the knights still blocked his way when the next number was uttered, he would chop off one of the young knight's arms without any hesitation.
Just then, Sylner got up from the ground and stared at the back of the young night with hatred. She drew her sword, which was as big as the one in Moxinke's hand, and swung it straight at the young knight's head.
She was a forthright person with simple mind. The death of her teammate had almost deprived her of reason, and all she had in her mind now was vengeance. Of course, such thinking was obviously very foolish.
They all turned pale with fright and shock, including Moxinke and the middle-aged knight opposite of him. But she was too fast to be stopped.
Moxinke couldn't move. Among those knights, ten or more were archers, and the man in front of him was a high grade knight. He would lose control of the situation the moment he lifted his sword.
Sunier also couldn't do anything either. She couldn't hurt her own teammate, nor did she have the ability to shoot the greatsword out of Sylner's hand. Even a high grade ranger couldn't do that, let alone her.
Just when Sinner's sword was going to connect with her target, a wooden giant, half a head taller than Moxinke, appeared out of nowhere and blocked the sword with its own body. It then backhandedly punched Sylner between her chest and abdomen, forcing her several steps back before she curled onto the ground and started to retch from the punch.
It was a puppet made by Han Jin, the size of which had been diminished a lot compared with those made previously. Though the raw material of the wooden puppets, Treefolk, was not much inferior to millennium walnut, there were many shortcomings due to its rather large size, such as low defensive ability and poor flexibility. Even a fighter like Moxinke could chop one down with a couple of sword strokes. Of course, this was also partially due to the fact that Moxinke was too agile and would always sneak behind the puppet's back before launching an attack. Thus, a very, very pissed off Han Jin decided to make some major changes to the charm. Since the charm could only provide limited power, the smaller the wooden puppet was, the more powerful it could be.
Han Jin was still the calmest on the scene. He observed each and every person's movement carefully, and even noticed the fear that flashed across the middle-aged knight's face when Sylner struck with her sword. This made him even more confidant.
Han Jin slowly stepped forward and knocked off the hostage's helmet, taking out his sharp knife and hovering it over the hostage's right eye.
"My guess is that if anything really happens to this lord, you would also receive severe punishment, am I right?" Han Jin said expressionlessly. "I have a proposition. Let my friends go, and I will stay here along with this lord."
"No..." Moxinke's body shook for a moment and shouted in an instant.
"Cut the crap," Han Jin snapped at him in a low tone. "Just do as I say."
That middle-aged knight looked Han Jin up and down. "Are you a puppet manipulator?" he asked.
"That's none of your business," Han Jin replied in a stern tone. "Just tell me whether you accept my proposition or not."
"Deal! Let them go!" the middle-aged knight thundered.
"No. We won't leave without you!" Cessacioun took a step forward. He was as emotional as Moxinke. Though he had experienced a lot during his traveling years, he was still a hot-blooded young man, and would act audaciously even when faced with real danger.
"Leave, or none of us escapes, which one will you choose?" Han Jin said lightly.
They fell into silence. Neither choice was ideal, though what Han Jin said was the truth.
"Stop wasting time. Go!" Han Jin turned his eyes to the middle-aged knight and shouted, "I need thirty horses."
The man gritted his teeth. "Give them the horses!" he thundered.
Thirty of the knights dismounted and pulled their horses aside. "Do what he said," Sunier said suddenly before choosing a horse and jumping on it.
The others reluctantly followed her. Sylner walked closer to Han Jin and whispered, "Leave him to me. You go first." It seemed that the punch had made the angry Sylner much more reasonable. She had realized how foolish her actions were just then. It was her that had accepted this task and had caused the disaster, and she wanted to do something to compensate.
"You go with everyone else. I will stay," Han Jin still insisted expressionlessly.
"Damn it! Can't you just do as he said?! I'm fucking talking to you!" Moxinke roared in anger.
Sylner was shocked. She never expected that Moxinke would scold her in front of so many people. But she did cause all this trouble, so she just stomped her feet and walked forward with tears rolling down her cheeks.
A moment later, all of them had mounted a horse, and had been equipped with a spare horse. They all looked at Han Jin with a worried expression. Steelberg, his loyal servant, appeared especially distraught. Finally, he couldn't help but burst into tears, "Young Master..."
"Go!"
The earth wall couldn't hold back the horde of knights, but it did delay their attack. When they finally broke through it, however, they were greeted by Moxinke's grim smile. His greatsword was clinging to the throat of the young knight.
A middle-aged knight reached out his hand, indicating for his men to stop moving. He stared at Moxinke with a murderous intent reflected in his cold eyes, as if that sharp stare could cut through his body. However, Moxinke was now a truly desperate warrior, who would even dare to fight against a dragon, let alone hundreds of knights!
Moxinke spat on the ground resentfully and grabbed the young knight's hair, receding at a slow pace while facing his enemies. Cessacioun had picked up his magic wand. After an incantation and a wave of his hand, a stretch of marsh appeared between them and the knights. But his magic power was very limited.The marsh seemed too small compared with the hundreds of knights, who had outflanked them from both sides.
"Get out of the way, or I'll kill him!" Moxinke said coldly.
The knights looked at the middle-aged knight simultaneously, waiting for an order, but his face was empty of expression like a century-old iceberg.
"Tell your men to get out of the way!" Moxinke lightly moved his sword across the young knight's throat. A faint strip of blood immediately appeared.
"Get out of the way! That's an order!!" the young knight screamed.
"I'm sorry, My Lord. What I'm doing is for your own safety," The middle-aged knight replied coldly. "Release My Lord, and I will let you go!"
"Damn you!" Moxinke grinned hideously. "You think I am a three-year-old boy? You expect me to believe that? I count to three, and if you are still in my way, I will cut off one of his arms! One..."
The middle-aged knight paused and slowly raised the sword in his hand. All the other knights also raised their spears in front of them, forming a charging formation, as if they were ready for a direct fight.
"Two..." Moxinke showed no fear at all. The sword in his hand was firmly grasped. If the knights still blocked his way when the next number was uttered, he would chop off one of the young knight's arms without any hesitation.
Just then, Sylner got up from the ground and stared at the back of the young night with hatred. She drew her sword, which was as big as the one in Moxinke's hand, and swung it straight at the young knight's head.
She was a forthright person with simple mind. The death of her teammate had almost deprived her of reason, and all she had in her mind now was vengeance. Of course, such thinking was obviously very foolish.
They all turned pale with fright and shock, including Moxinke and the middle-aged knight opposite of him. But she was too fast to be stopped.
Moxinke couldn't move. Among those knights, ten or more were archers, and the man in front of him was a high grade knight. He would lose control of the situation the moment he lifted his sword.
Sunier also couldn't do anything either. She couldn't hurt her own teammate, nor did she have the ability to shoot the greatsword out of Sylner's hand. Even a high grade ranger couldn't do that, let alone her.
Just when Sinner's sword was going to connect with her target, a wooden giant, half a head taller than Moxinke, appeared out of nowhere and blocked the sword with its own body. It then backhandedly punched Sylner between her chest and abdomen, forcing her several steps back before she curled onto the ground and started to retch from the punch.
It was a puppet made by Han Jin, the size of which had been diminished a lot compared with those made previously. Though the raw material of the wooden puppets, Treefolk, was not much inferior to millennium walnut, there were many shortcomings due to its rather large size, such as low defensive ability and poor flexibility. Even a fighter like Moxinke could chop one down with a couple of sword strokes. Of course, this was also partially due to the fact that Moxinke was too agile and would always sneak behind the puppet's back before launching an attack. Thus, a very, very pissed off Han Jin decided to make some major changes to the charm. Since the charm could only provide limited power, the smaller the wooden puppet was, the more powerful it could be.
Han Jin was still the calmest on the scene. He observed each and every person's movement carefully, and even noticed the fear that flashed across the middle-aged knight's face when Sylner struck with her sword. This made him even more confidant.
Han Jin slowly stepped forward and knocked off the hostage's helmet, taking out his sharp knife and hovering it over the hostage's right eye.
"My guess is that if anything really happens to this lord, you would also receive severe punishment, am I right?" Han Jin said expressionlessly. "I have a proposition. Let my friends go, and I will stay here along with this lord."
"No..." Moxinke's body shook for a moment and shouted in an instant.
"Cut the crap," Han Jin snapped at him in a low tone. "Just do as I say."
That middle-aged knight looked Han Jin up and down. "Are you a puppet manipulator?" he asked.
"That's none of your business," Han Jin replied in a stern tone. "Just tell me whether you accept my proposition or not."
"Deal! Let them go!" the middle-aged knight thundered.
"No. We won't leave without you!" Cessacioun took a step forward. He was as emotional as Moxinke. Though he had experienced a lot during his traveling years, he was still a hot-blooded young man, and would act audaciously even when faced with real danger.
"Leave, or none of us escapes, which one will you choose?" Han Jin said lightly.
They fell into silence. Neither choice was ideal, though what Han Jin said was the truth.
"Stop wasting time. Go!" Han Jin turned his eyes to the middle-aged knight and shouted, "I need thirty horses."
The man gritted his teeth. "Give them the horses!" he thundered.
Thirty of the knights dismounted and pulled their horses aside. "Do what he said," Sunier said suddenly before choosing a horse and jumping on it.
The others reluctantly followed her. Sylner walked closer to Han Jin and whispered, "Leave him to me. You go first." It seemed that the punch had made the angry Sylner much more reasonable. She had realized how foolish her actions were just then. It was her that had accepted this task and had caused the disaster, and she wanted to do something to compensate.
"You go with everyone else. I will stay," Han Jin still insisted expressionlessly.
"Damn it! Can't you just do as he said?! I'm fucking talking to you!" Moxinke roared in anger.
Sylner was shocked. She never expected that Moxinke would scold her in front of so many people. But she did cause all this trouble, so she just stomped her feet and walked forward with tears rolling down her cheeks.
A moment later, all of them had mounted a horse, and had been equipped with a spare horse. They all looked at Han Jin with a worried expression. Steelberg, his loyal servant, appeared especially distraught. Finally, he couldn't help but burst into tears, "Young Master..."
"Go!"
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