The line of sight followed the sharp red and black spear tip and continued to advance, breaking through the coldness in the air. During the high-speed movement, the surroundings became blurred. Only the enemy in front became clearer and clearer. The heat, the gray-blue pupils revealed in the steel, became more and more within reach.
The two groups of knights charging at high speed on the ground collided with all their strength like a giant hammer and a sharp sword, and violent sparks and noises erupted.
The high-speed stabbing lance was like a red letter of a venomous snake, piercing through the thick armor in an instant, carrying hot blood and piercing it from behind.
There was a sullen groan under the veiled armor, and then the sturdy big hand grabbed the long spear on the chest, and then swung down the giant axe. The heavy giant axe struck the opponent's head with a whistling sound, smashing the armor and the head into pieces, bursting like a tomato, and the blood splashed into the covered armor, eliciting a gasping sound of relief.
Pulling out the penetrating blood-colored spear on his chest, the orc supported his body, stepped forward again, opened his arms to meet a cavalry approaching at high speed, let the sharp spear pierce his chest, and then swung down heavily. The giant axe split the opponent into two halves.
"Haha." The blood pouring out of his mouth overflowed from the gaps in the armor. He tried to open his eyes and searched for the next opponent in the narrow and blurry field of vision, so that he could kill one more enemy before he died.
In the face of these heavy orc heavy cavalry, the first charge of the Blood Lance Knights caused a large number of casualties. Thousands of elite orc cavalry were directly pierced by long spears like blood bags, and fell on the cold grass and muddy.
But their sacrifices are not worthless. After killing the first row of cavalry, the impact of the Blood Lance Knights was exhausted by the heavy body and armor, and then the orcs holding the lance also began to die before death. Counterattack, the heavy giant axe split open the head of each unruly, letting it sleep with himself in this wilderness.
Dang, the giant axe slashed through the helmet fiercely, scraping long spark scratches on it, and knocking it straight away.
The blood spear knight who lost his helmet, his surprised and shocked face was exposed in the air, looking at the tall figure in front of him, the other party firmly grasped the long spear on his chest before dying, and then fell down. Losing his weapons and speed, he was quickly surrounded and killed by orcs coming from behind, and was killed by a chaotic halberd and heavy axe.
Such scenes are constantly being staged in the wilderness. After the two elite cavalry charge against each other, the degree of danger and cruelty will only be more intense than that of ordinary cavalry.
The two sides ran and collided with each other on the grass field, the boiling blood splashed from time to time, and one companion or enemy fell on the grass before the morning dew.
"Turn right." Darcy swept the front with the blood spear in his hand, picked up an orc's head, and then loudly ordered to let the subordinates behind him accelerate again and adjust the direction and formation.
He led the cavalry behind him to attack with a high-speed side-circle formation, and while evading its peak, he kept cutting this powerful army from the side and back.
But this time it didn't go as smoothly as before. These well-trained orc cavalrymen strictly followed their orders, were closely arranged, approached and attacked in a slow but unstoppable momentum, and both sides were constantly attrition in the battle.
The lance slid across the face of the axe, making sharp sparks. When the Blood Spear Knights were reduced by nearly a quarter, Darcy began to adjust his strategy consciously. Turn around, prepare to retreat.
He is not an irrational commander. After he understands that this enemy army cannot be easily eaten, he will temporarily avoid its edge and look for its weaknesses and opportunities later.
The ground was full of smoke and dust, and the black and red cavalry after another confrontation turned collectively, changed their route at a rapid speed and separated from the orc cavalry, and they broke through to one side.
In the open field, a small group of people stood in the way.
The head is a figure with curved horns. She rides on a tall horse. She is the deputy head of this orc army. In her hand, she holds a simple and complicated copper-colored spear. .
In the face of the black and red cavalry that broke through, the sheephorn general raised his palm and performed it together with the other shaman beside him.
The crimson flames appeared on the side like silk threads. These flames seemed to come from the void. Little by little, they gathered from the floating state to the ribbon-like silk threads, swaying in the wind.
'I hear the signal from the fire, all sorrow will be turned to ashes in crimson'
These incomparably hot, distorted flame threads became insane in the incantation of the incantation. After the last trace of sparks merged, they twisted like a mad snake and then suddenly expanded.
Dozens of...
Hundreds of... .
thousands... .
The crimson flame threads charged wildly in the field like thousands of flaming snakes. They ripped apart the atmosphere, distorted their vision, burned the ground, and rushed towards the group of black and red cavalry at a low altitude along the field, submerging them.
These flaming snakes are like fiery red iron wires, cutting the armor, blade, and body they touch, and instantly vaporize and cut them in the high temperature.
Facing this sudden casualty, Darcy's pupils under the mask froze, the blood spear in his hand was clenched by a strong arm, and then shot out like a shooting star.
The black and red spear instantly ploughed a ravine in the field, penetrated the stag clan general, and the blood spear flew into the sky behind.
"Cough" covering the blood in her mouth, she grabbed the scripture spell gun in her hand, and once again condensed the magic power and poured it into it.
The black and red cavalry with many casualties are still galloping on the ground, black smoke on their bodies, and many silk-like burning marks, but under the blessing and sharing of extraordinary abilities, they still maintain their strong strength.
Facing these shamans blocking the way, the group of cavalry continued to accelerate, and the lances in their hands began to shake slightly, gradually aiming at the approaching enemy.
Darcy took the long spear thrown by the adjutant, clenched it tightly again, took the lead, and stabbed the horned female general who was blocking the road ahead.
clang-
The blood-stained scripture spear stood in front of her, and she tried her best to resist the instant piercing.
The blood-colored spear veered slightly from the direction, slid across the spear body covered with scriptures, and pierced into the opponent's shoulder bone, and the bones in the flesh were shattered by the spear.
In a split second, Darcy also recognized the female general of the Sheephorn tribe.
"Nia?"
He had an image of this timid and diligent junior. She was a rare orc student in Bridge Pier Academy, and she also liked literature very much, not fighting, which was very different from the image of other orcs in the past.
The two did not have much interaction in school. When Niya was in the second grade, Darcy was the chief, the focus and star among the students, while Niya was just an ordinary Qiaopier Academy student, and her grades were still in the middle and lower reaches.
The only time the two spoke in the school was when he led the students in a zip-line training session, and Darcy guided the new classmates. It was also that time that he knew the girl's name, and he didn't care much later.
Maybe the opponent's progress is really fast, but for Darcy, it is not within the scope of his competition and consideration.
He didn't want to meet this schoolgirl here after many years.
But so what, along the way, he encountered Emenas' graduates more than once, including his predecessors and his juniors, as long as the enemy was beheaded. How can there be so many warm-hearted students in the world, it is just the imagination and beautification of literati poets.
As long as you are on the battlefield, victory is everything, or, perhaps because you were classmates in the past, you have to be more careful. Because the other party may be familiar with your style and methods, so they can be targeted.
The failure I encountered today was probably also the one who came up with the idea behind the back. Should it be said that he is an alumnus who graduated from Bridge Pier College? Take the mission of a soldier as a vocation.
Withdrawing the pierced gun body, just as Darcy's galloping figure swept past Niya, he swept back again. Han Feng drew a flashing silver arc behind him and cut towards Niya's fragile neck.
clang-
The front of the spear was blocked by the horizontally framed curse gun again, and a few scorching sparks popped out, and a gap was also drawn in the body of the curse gun. Niya understood the ruthlessness of this senior, and was always on high alert to resist, and at this time she also saved her life.
The opportunity was fleeting. After passing Niya, Darcy led the black and red cavalry behind him and rushed towards the side of the field, leaving only the shaman squad with casualties.
Nia, who rolled down the grass, barely stood up with the curse gun, and was helped by the reinforcements who came to give treatment.
With only half of the blood spear knights left, Darcy galloped across the field at high speed. He looked back at the group of tall orcs with heavy armor and thought to himself.
"Next time, I won't have such good luck, Niya." After knowing that he was targeted, the general star has already begun to think about how to deal with it, and next time he encounters such a losing situation, I am afraid it will become more and more difficult. the harder.
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Not only does he know this, but Niya also knows it. Therefore, after he led the army forward for a while, a neatly arranged army formation appeared on the horizon.
Looking at the dark green cloaked ranger knight and the hasty gully front, Darcy instantly understood that this legion had crossed many fronts and came here specifically to ambush him.
"Dawn horn knights, huh." Darcy muttered in a low voice, then lowered his body, pushed the warhorse under him again, and began to accelerate.
The black and red cavalry on the ground turned abruptly and rushed towards the other side of the open space. After knowing that it was a trap and an obstacle, Darcy was not the kind of person who didn't know how to work around it and adjusted his direction quickly.
But when he crossed the hill, there was still a group of ranger knights riding light hunting horses in front of them. They held short bows and drew arrows on their horses. With a little bit of cold star-like arrows, they shot in the face. The body of the black knight.
However, compared with the remaining 1,600 Blood Lance Knights, these ranger knights were only more than 200 people. After two rounds of shooting, they dispersed on horseback, relying on lightweight equipment and better physical strength and speed to shake off the enemies behind them.
It's just a swarm of flies, Darcy thought to himself, but at this moment there was a shadow in his heart.
If the other party considers his itinerary so carefully and thoughtfully, there may not be another wave of ambush ahead.
After thinking about it for a while, he was uncharacteristically and led people to stop for a while.
"Rest in place."
Going anywhere is likely to encounter traps, it is better to restore physical strength and treat the wounded. As for the harassing ranger knights, they retreated for the time being under the killing of his spear throwing.
In this open field, the cavalry team stopped and began to heal each other. They took out the bandages and potions stored in the armor, took them for themselves and their comrades in arms, and then leaned against each other, simply ate, and sat on the ground to rest. Quick recovery of stamina.
In this way, 20 minutes later, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground.
At this point, these cavalry once again mounted the formation, facing the direction from which they came. The orc cavalry in the scarlet cloak chased after him.
"However, in such a tired state, how much fighting power can you have?"
Facing these panting and sweating orc cavalry, the black and red cavalry led by Darcy had recovered most of their stamina, and they charged down the hillside bravely again. A tall and heavy orc.
The sound of iron hoofs trampling on the grass was continuous, and with the high-speed impact, the lance in the hands of this cavalryman became more and more shining, and the blood-red cold light streaked across the wilderness atmosphere like a shooting star.
They were closely arranged to form a triangular sharp arrow, bringing blood in the heavy orc cavalry, piercing these heavy and tired bodies.
"Go forward, Crancia." Looking at the black cavalry that was getting closer and closer, an orc muttered in a low voice, then slashed down the axe that was held high, and the axe crossed the opponent's spear tips. , the spear pierced his throat, and the giant axe also cut off the opponent.
With his unparalleled strength, Darcy just led the cavalry out of this heavy and heavy cavalry front, bringing out 1,200 people, while the others fell in a pool of blood forever.
"However, that's it." Looking at the group of black and red cavalry rushing down the hillside, a group of alchemists in special gray robes stood behind the front line, and an alchemist led the soldiers to start action. The face hidden under the hood revealed a few strands of blond hair.
In front of the Blood Spear Knights are dismounted knights holding shields. These ranger knights from the northern mountains undertake various tasks on the battlefield.
The silver steel shields were connected together, forming a cast iron city wall on the hills, blocking these cavalry from raiding.
'Vulnerable'
Looking at this thin and fragile front, Darcy muttered to himself, then leaned over to speed up, and led the cavalry to charge again.
As the warhorse advanced at a high speed, the enemy formation was getting closer and closer, so close that you could gradually see the lines on the shield.
'500m'
'400 meters'
'300 meters'
A small number of sounds came from behind the shield. When the 300 meters were read, the officers gave an order, and the shield hands suddenly put away the shields to reveal what was behind them.
The war machine framed between the two iron wheels showed its face, the shiny steel pipe muzzles were densely arranged, they were juxtaposed like a pipe organ, and then bent into a circle, exuding a cold and chilling atmosphere.
Organ Ringing 3.0 (rare gold level): The continuous-shot magic crystal gun transformed with new alchemy techniques uses a rotating barrel, each barrel is equipped with an independent firing pin, and is matched with standard magic crystal ammunition. Driven by 800 rounds of shots per minute, it can effectively kill the enemy. The only fly in the ointment is its high cost and ammunition consumption, but it still does not compromise its terrifying ability to dominate the battlefield. In the face of dense enemy charges, it will become the most efficient slaughter weapon in the contemporary era.
Because the creative inspiration came from the pipe organ she saw in concerts in her early years, she developed the first generation of continuous-fire magic crystal guns, and later bent the side-by-side organ pipes into a circle, and finally improved the base to make it easier to move. , and then came up with the final mature plan.
"I'm sorry, Senior Darcy."
Looking at the approaching black and red cavalry below, Letis held the slender command sword and swung it down.
"Fire!"
"Shoot, keep spinning and shooting until all enemies are down!"
These icy machines made a crisp rotating sound in the operation of the soldiers, the fire on the hills was connected together, and countless bullets were fired in the wind and rain. Hit the cavalry in front.
Continuous sparks and explosions sounded, followed by the splashes of blood that covered the air and the ground. In the past, the black and red cavalry, known as the nightmare of the battlefield, was beaten by the cold and fiery roar of the war machine. smash.
No matter how good the battlefield commander is, no matter how strong the body and armor are, they are all torn apart in this mechanical storm. The fiery crimson bullets are like messengers of death, sinking the cavalry into the abyss that will never light. middle.
It's not that they're not brave enough, nor that they're not good enough, it's just that times have changed.
The first appearance of the edge of innovation will shock this stagnant and drowsy world, and make people pay attention to the power of technology and civilization once again.
After a few minutes, the battlefield fell silent again.
Under the broken crimson setting sun, the ground was full of corpses riddled with holes, the dark red blood stained the grass, and a few crows flew from far away, circling this deadly battlefield.
Looking at the blood-red corpses and the broken flags around, Darcy was half-kneeling on the ground, his legs had been broken by enchanted bullets, his body was full of wounds, thick blood flowed quietly, and there was no standing figure around. .
'Is this my end. 'The consciousness of the mind gradually blurred, and then poured into a pool of blood on the ground.
That night, the most elite blood spear knights of the empire perished on this nameless hillside, and this also sounded the death knell of the collapse of the imperial army.