When the last noble knight on the front battlefield was also headed by a sword, the white lion knights did not stop and continued to kill in this direction. The number of opponents is actually not large, but the momentum is extremely shocking, and the river beach trembles slightly-the white lion guards are knights under the horse, but when they ride on their horses, they are also the most powerful cavalry in the kingdom.
"Lower... Spear..." Matthew felt that his voice was out of tune. He calculated that he had faced countless skeletons in the first Black Rose War. He had never been so nervous at this moment.
Because he understands that if he loses in this battle, then he will no longer have the opportunity to regret.
The spearman lowered the spears row by row, and then a spell fell from the sky and landed on these inferior spears, causing the spear tips of the rows of spears to flash with lavender light. "Magic!" Matthew was shocked and raised his head subconsciously, only to realize that a wizard had actually cast a spell on his team. This discovery made him extremely excited. With the blessing of spells, the spearman can finally threaten the opponent's knight.
Of course, it may not make him win this way, but at least it will make the opponent feel jealous. If they can directly bypass him and pinch the soft persimmons behind him, that would be great.
At this critical juncture, Matthew couldn't help but make up his mind to preserve his strength.
Unfortunately, this option is not in his hands.
He soon discovered to his astonishment that the white lion knights seemed to be dismissive of the formation he had put in front of the enemy, and the Tonigel knights did not even stop for a while, they rushed directly to this side.
Matthew even seemed to faintly hear someone giving orders: "...speed up, charge!"
It was a calm, but very young male voice.
"Are you crazy!" Matthew almost wanted to shout at the lunatics facing him. In any case, the threat of the spearman to the rider still exists. In normal combat, even if it is the most aggressive approach, the knight must constantly mobilize the spearman to adjust the formation, and then kill him with one blow.
How can there be such a direct positive
But he didn't have time to think so much, because the threat had already come close, every spearman clenched the spear in his hand, and Matthew drew his sword again.
He understands that success or failure depends on this.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters—
Just as the noble knight was about to shout: "Raise the spear—", suddenly, his eyes widened in astonishment. Because he saw a silver ripple sweeping out from among the white lion knights, it was in the middle of his body. At that moment, Matthew only felt an irresistible force pulling his arm upside down, clasping him tightly. The long sword in his hand pierced his own throat.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Matthew screamed, trying in vain to pull the sword |out|, but all he could grasp was the gushing blood arrow.
He felt that his power was disappearing and his vision was spinning. He saw the Tonigelian knight rushing away from the spearman panicked because he lost his command, knocking the poor people to the ground, trampling them. die.
He saw the thin formation almost pierced with a poke, and the soldiers fled in panic, screaming, and crashing into nearby friendly forces.
Matthew closed his eyes in pain, but at the last moment in his life, he saw something across the sky, slipping out of his fading vision.
Finally, the noble knight fell softly on his back from his saddle.
But the fight on the battlefield has just begun.
The four spells are crossing the sky.
Those are four silver threads that traverse the heavens and the earth, displayed from the hands of the Sasald wizards, almost possessing the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.
Four beams of light swept across the forest. Hundreds of hectares of woodland evaporated to ashes. The spells cut the land like sharp blades. When they swept across the frozen Alder River and shot towards the White Lion Knights, even the water of the river was covered. The life is cut into four sections, and the ice stream in the river evaporates and rolls up, exposing a riverbed full of pebbles.
But Brando only watched this scene coldly.
These people dared to use string magic in front of him, compared with the senior sister, this level of dragon language magic is simply laughable and generous.
He directly pulled out the cut. This pitch-black and twisted holy sword looked like a piece of scrap iron, but its curved blade gave birth to the meaning of all rules of cut.
Expand superior permissions.
Cut into the third layer of the Tiamat network.
Cut off the source of magic transmission.
A series of actions were completed at the moment Brando swung his sword. The four silver threads were shattered in mid-air, but this was far from over—because the connection between order and space was also cut off, and the Sazard wizards flew. The air technique also failed, and they fell directly from mid-air.
And this time, there is no longer a magic shield to protect them from harm.
The body of the Silver People fell into the ground from a height of a hundred meters away, and the final result was nothing more than a pile of mud.
"Descent! Descent!"
"Go down quickly, the opponent has the means of forbidden magic!"
Some of the wizards of Thassard who had escaped a little far from Brando were frightened by this scene and fled far away. The wizard leader among them screamed hoarsely for the others to descend immediately.
Brando held the dark, twisted and weird long sword and glanced around at the surrounding sky. In the area where the White Lion Knight was, there was no longer a Sassard wizard who dared to stay in mid-air.
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"Holy Sword extinguished!"
In the airspace in the other direction, a wizard in a gray or blue robe was gathering. But everyone looked serious, and some of them frowned.
"Edo, Huggins is dead—"
"The same goes for De Pana and Kara."
"With the Holy Sword extinguished, the opponent should be that person."
"Sure enough, he came back, summoning everyone, Eru made a mistake in the judgment of the scout, and the other party is definitely not a sword master who is good at illusion field." A majestic voice rang, making everyone look back. Look at the speaker.
The person who spoke was Hollis Finn, who was the most respected wizard among the Sassards, second only to the status of the Saucer, and the leader of this operation.
This is a serious-looking middle-aged man with a staid appearance, with two strange snow-white eyebrows on his handsome face. The sharp eyes hidden under the snow-white eyebrows glanced at everyone present, and continued to speak: "That is the power of the elements of time and space, the law of the closest to the truth under the so-called power of existence, our opponent is extremely powerful. , He may have been advised by Tulaman, and I may not be his opponent alone."
"My lord," the wizards expressed their opinions one after another, "We don't have to fight him alone. Now that the target has appeared, should we notify the other party to enter the arena?"
Hollis nodded: "I just meant it."
As for the hapless ones who died in Brando's hands, no one mentioned them anymore at this moment.
The death of those apprentices is not a big event for the Bugans. Although the people of silver are very noble, the apprentices who die in various experiments every year are no longer in the minority. Before they are able to become official wizards, Even the Buga themselves are nothing but cannon fodder.
It's just that the Bugga's requirements for formal wizards are much higher than those of ordinary people.
There are and only those real wizards are the most precious treasure of the Thassard Alliance.
On the wilderness on both sides of the Alder River, the fight between the Tonigelians and the southern army has just begun.
The'sacrifice' of two lords in a row finally bought enough time for others to respond. The whistling horn sounded. Except for a few people who chose to retreat for the first time, the various noble armies chose to obey the order at the first time to surround Brando and his white lion knights from both sides of the Old River. come over.
Such a spectacle has formed on the battlefield. The army north of the Alder River is closing, encircling a small spot on the battlefield, and in the center of that spot is a Tonigel whose strength is too weak to be weak. Human cavalry.
"My lord, what shall we do next."
"forward."
"forward?"
Facing the encirclement in all directions, even the boldest people will inevitably retreat. Although all the knights of the White Lion Guards that Brando trained are the best generation of young people from Tonigel and even Eruin, facing the current battle, they can't help but feel that they have no chance of winning.
Brando turned his head and looked at the captain of the Cavaliers behind him—he was a pretty handsome or even pretty young man, still childish, with faint freckles on his face, curly hair, and hazel eyes. Shining with an unusually firm light.
"Afraid?"
"Of course not... It's just you, sir..."
Brando held the cut and pointed to the front: "The brown bear on the coat of arms is the coat of arms of the Cade family. This family is known for being rich in cowards. They dare to show off in front of you. I want you to go forward and stab from the front. Is it okay to wear those cowardly formations and poke a hole in the encirclement of the rebels?"
The knights took a deep breath.
The heart is surging with boiling blood.
They will fight side by side with this Eluin's most legendary hero. It is only a few simple words, but it makes them feel as if they are invincible.
"Blow the trumpet," Brando said.
The knights turned their heads and focused on the young captain of the knights. The latter silently unfastened the white horn belt from his shoulders, and lifted the horn with both hands.
Another deep horn sounded over the vast wilderness, and the sound resonated hummingly, as if it was the echo of the harsh north wind, echoing on both sides of the Alder River.
The knights loosened the reins, retracted their swords, and unsheathed their spears from under the saddle. The magic talisman on the white lion battle armor was activated at this moment, and the brilliance of magic flickered.
The horse started to run at small steps, and gradually accelerated again.
The ground roared.
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