Heath raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

Ordinary people would avoid Wizards, but this man dared to set his mind on Wizards. His courage was not ordinary, and his thoughts were not simple greed.

Even so, it could be seen that the other party was still hesitant.

After confirming the identity as a spell caster, Heath did not attack rashly. Instead, he stood in place, sometimes looking at the Mimicry Shield beside heath, and sometimes holding the cross sword tightly, as if he wanted to charge forward with great care.

At this moment, Heath happened to be looking for someone to understand the inside story. Wasn't this Knight of a certain rank the right choice?

'But it's troublesome that he doesn't dare to come over...'

As a Knight himself, Heath knew how powerful a Knight was. At this moment, both sides were tens of meters apart. If the other party wanted to leave, he would definitely not be able to get him to stay.

'I have to trick him into coming over first...'

Thinking of this, Heath immediately put on a panicked and frightened look as he staggered backward. At the same time, he secretly adjusted and withdrew the magic power of the Mimicry Shield.

The Mimicry Shield, which had lost the support of magic power, flickered twice before it collapsed into a mass of elemental material and dissipated, looking very much like a black candle without wax.

The eyes of the enemy Knight who saw this scene immediately lit up.

Although the power of magic was powerful, not every Wizard was good at using this power to fight.

Especially at the stage of Apprentices, the extraordinary power that they could use was very limited. As long as he grasped the opportunity, it was not completely impossible to win. Throughout history, there were many Wizards who died at the hands of humans.

This was a great opportunity for him to make a name for himself and even be conferred a title. The Knight no longer hesitated and shouted, "I'll kill him!"

After saying that, he sped up and rushed straight towards Heath.

"Wizard, be careful!"

The expressions of the two Knights nearby suddenly changed and they hurriedly left their enemies in front of them and rushed towards Heath.

Heath could not help but step back. He staggered until he reached the corner of the wall. Only then did he frantically turn his sleeves to look for his pockets. He looked completely lost.

The Knight was overjoyed. An unnatural flush appeared on his face. He was so excited that he hurriedly accelerated to the maximum.

At this moment, Heath seemed to have found something. As if he had grabbed onto a life-saving straw, his panicked face suddenly revealed an ecstatic look. He hurriedly took out the item from his sleeve and grabbed it in his hand.

What was it?

The Knight who had just rushed to the front felt his heart tighten. He paused for a moment and didn't attack rashly. Instead, he subconsciously looked at Heath's hand.

At the same time, Heath's clenched fist also relaxed.

It was actually...

Empty?

Looking at the smooth palm that had nothing, the Knight was stunned.

Then, he heard Heath say, "Are you surprised? Are you very surprised?"

There was a hint of mockery in his words.

As he spoke, Heath took a step forward. Although it was only a small step, the Knight felt an unprecedented danger approaching him.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a weak Wizard, but a ferocious man-eating beast!

At the same time, an extremely strong aura suddenly erupted from Heath's body. With him as the center, it even formed a cyclone that could be seen by the naked eye.

"Knight!" The enemy Knight was shocked.

Before he could react, a cross-shaped sword on the ground was swept up into the air by the cyclone.

Heath stretched out his right hand, grabbed the cross-shaped sword, and slashed at the Knight in front of him.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" A cold wind-breaking sound was heard, and the cross-shaped sword seemed to have split the wind.

The enemy Knight was shocked, and he hurriedly raised the cross-shaped sword above his head. In the next second, the two cross-shaped swords collided in the air.

Clang!

A violent sound of metal colliding exploded.

The enemy Knight felt as if a mountain was pressing down from above. Under the pressure of this overwhelming force, he was instantly pressed down to his knees on the floor with a 'pa' sound, and the bricks under his knees shattered into pieces.

The Knight was greatly shocked. His previous greed was gone, and there was only one thought in his mind --

Run!

However, before he could stand up, a cold cry sounded again. Heath kicked out like lightning and hit the Knight's chest.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones breaking was heard. The Knight bent his body into a shrimp shape. He was kicked up and flew backward with blood spurting out.

At the same time, Heath raised his left hand up and then quickly slashed downwards.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal interweaving exploded.

A few crossguard swords scattered on the ground shot into the sky like arrows, chasing after the Knight.

Just as the Knight crashed to the ground, the crossguard swords fell down, stabbing into his hands, legs, and shoulders respectively.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

For a moment, there was a loud 'PFFT', and the Knight was nailed to the floor.

He stared at the Knight with a pair of shocked and angry eyes mixed with a little grievance. "Senior... Senior Knight..."

After saying these words, he tilted his head and passed out.

Although the description was long, in fact, it was only a few breaths since the Knight rushed over and was nailed to the floor.

The two Knights who rushed over to rescue Heath widened their eyes and were so shocked that their jaws almost fell to the ground. The surrounding soldiers who saw this scene had similar expressions.

In just a few seconds, a Knight was beaten into a mess and nailed to the ground like a dead dog.

Although everyone knew the power of magic before this, they still couldn't help but gasp when they saw such a terrifying scene.

"The enemy's leader was killed by the Wizard. Everyone, kill!"

"The Wizard has made his move! Everyone, kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In an instant, the morale of the defenders of Twilight Fortress was greatly boosted, and their attacks became fierce all of a sudden.

On the contrary, the enemy troops who rushed up the battlements and were mixed in with the living fell into a state of panic.

The psychological pressure of a Wizard who could kill a Knight in an instant was no less than that of the catapults whistling overhead. It was even greater than that.

At the same time, on the battlefield below, the team led by Count Kroya had also achieved pioneering results.

While the battle above was in full swing, Count Kroya changed into the enemy's armor and led a small team out of the hidden side door to sneak into the enemy's camp.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the battlefield on the battlements. No one had expected the commander-in-chief to do such a shocking thing.

Unable to defend against it, Count Kroya successfully touched a catapult nearby. The count immediately took out the scroll that Heath had given him and threw it.

By the time the enemy army reacted, the catapult had already burned into a ball of flame.

Seeing this, the enemy commander hurriedly gathered the soldiers to guard the remaining catapult.

Unexpectedly, in the face of the vigilant enemy army, not only did Count Kroya not retreat, but he also continued to attack the second catapult.

The powerful strength of the Knights was fully displayed at this moment.

Charging into the enemy's formation, Count Kroya was like a sharp knife stabbing into tofu.

Despite the enemy's layers of defense, Count Kroya still managed to kill his way in.

His goal was clear. He did not tangle with the enemy and went straight for the catapult. Faced with such a Knight, the ordinary soldiers could not stop him at all, and he killed his way to the remaining catapult.

Following that, he threw out a scroll, and the last catapult also burned into a ball of flame.

He did not want to continue fighting. After he finished fighting, he ran away. Before the enemy army formed an encirclement, he quickly killed his way out and escaped.

This was the world where there was a huge difference in individual strength. Ordinary people could not do anything to war monsters like Knights on the battlefield. As long as they were careful, they would be hard to kill.

And because of this, Knights became the ruling class of this world.

"Long live the Count!"

"The Count is mighty!"

The cheers sounded like a tsunami. The morale of Twilight Fortress had reached its peak at this moment.

Wu! Wu! Wu!

At this moment, a long bugle call sounded from the enemy camp. The sound of the drums had also changed.

This sounded like the bugle call of the retreating army.

When they heard the sound, the enemy soldiers on the battlements started to retreat. A small portion of the soldiers used ladders, while the majority jumped down from the battlements.

Before they left, they did not forget to throw the bodies of the fallen soldiers off the battlements.

Seeing this, Heath immediately shouted, "Don't let them take the bodies away!"

The Knights did not understand, but they still ordered the soldiers to stop the enemy from taking the corpses away.

In the end, close to a hundred corpses were left on the city wall, while the remaining enemy troops retreated like a tide.

"Hahaha! We won! We won!"

"B*tches, let's go back to our homes!"

Heath stood in front of the city wall and looked at the retreating soldiers. His eyes were filled with confusion.

Although they had taken the enemy by surprise, it was not enough to defeat them.

Then... why did the enemy suddenly retreat?