After falling to the ground, the gargoyle slipped more than ten meters on the soft river beach before stopping. This level of impact was at best a scratch to these stone-skin monsters, but it threw Brando and his wizards into disobedience. It's a lot of meat and vegetables.
As soon as they landed, the surrounding aristocratic private soldiers suddenly became excited, and swarms of horses rushed up the river beach. Although these guys are a gang of mobs, the cavalry group charged with amazing aura after all. Charles, shaking his head and getting up from the dirt, was shocked when he saw this scene. He immediately asked: "Lord Lord, what should I do?"
Brando pulled his legs out of the mud, drew out his sword and shouted: "Nonsense, come to a wall!"
This is the oldest and classic tactic used by the wizards of Eruin against the cavalry. The players' subsequent tactics only grow on this basis, because it is especially effective against the lack of training cavalry.
The young wizard understood with his heart, and pointed forward with a ruby: "Blocking, reaction, the structure of the wall—" Numerous lines radially extending from the center of the gemstone to form a wall shape, and then all these lines disappear, leaving a solid line. Wall of air.
The aristocratic private soldiers running wildly didn't realize what it was. Among them, only a few mercenaries with experience in fighting wizards walked around to the sides, and although the mercenary leader Makaru turned his subordinates loudly behind him, no one could hear the rumbling horseshoes—
The first row of riders banged against the air wall, the horses knelt together, and people flew out and hit the wall; then the second row hit the first row, and the huge inertia squeezed them together; then the third row The platoon followed closely. This time the air wall couldn't bear the impact and shattered. A large pile of horses and human corpses swept forward and slid to Brando and Shire's feet.
All this was completed in an instant, and the shocking aura even scared Brando and Charles involuntarily to take a step back.
Makalu cursed aloud from behind, and someone like him knew at a glance that all the seven people in the first row would not survive. Even the second row might have several serious injuries. It is estimated that it is difficult to rejoin the battle after the third row fell badly, not to mention their horses were more or less injured.
Twenty or thirty people were abolished at this time, how could he not feel sad.
The mercenary leader couldn't help but spit, and he bandaged his bloody palm, then violently verbally drew his saber to catch up. There are also seven or eight cavalry on the scene, all experienced veterans-he must catch up and lead them to suppress the opponent until the infantry catches up.
Especially for that wizard, every mercenary knows what it means to let a wizard let go.
Makalu swiped his saber twice, so that his people could understand what he meant, spread out and outflank it from all directions. However, he couldn't help being a bit irritated. These mercenaries were all people who had fought old battles, and all of them were at least Black Iron's subordinate strength, but at the critical moment they shrank their heads and looked like they were preserving their strength.
"Follow me! Go together!" Annoyed, but Makalu knew that he had to arouse these people.
It's just that he doesn't know, the young man opposite has been paying attention to him for a long time. Brando saw the Anleck horse galloping back and forth on the periphery, and looked at the knight on the horse shouting loudly there, and guessed that it should be the leader of the other party-he couldn't help thinking that I didn't hire you. Soldiers have fought, and the tactical intentions are still evasive here. What's there to pretend
Brando spurned and turned back to hold on to Charles's shoulders, and pointed to the guy in front of him and said: "I see that person, and I will attack him with magic arrows for a while."
Charles hurriedly shook his head: "He is right away, I'm not so sure."
"It's okay, don't worry about magic. Just make a few more shots if you miss it."
"That's okay."
Brando turned his head and stared at the seven or eight knights not far away, pressing his hand on the wizard sword, forcing himself to calm down. He looked up at the mercenary leader who had circled behind the rider, and sure enough he raised his saber and rushed forward—he understood that the other party would lead others to charge together.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
But Brando was waiting for such an opportunity. Suddenly the sword light flashed in his hand, and a wind pressure swept out. On the horseback, Makalu saw the transparent ripple spreading against the ground, and stone chips splashed everywhere he passed. Although he had never seen court swordsmanship, he realized that the danger was approaching and decisively. The groundman leaped high from the battle horse.
As soon as he got up, Brando's sword wind swept across the four hooves of the Enlek horse. The tall horse was short, with all limbs broken and rolled forward to the ground.
Makalu took a breath in the air. He only thought of one term at this moment: Jian Qi.
But before he finished thinking about it, a white light had penetrated the air and pierced in his chest. Then the second white light hit his left shoulder, the third white light hit his lower abdomen, and finally the fourth white light passed him. Makalu was beaten in the air and changed directions three times. In the end, the body was thrown far away and fell to the side of the sand, losing movement.
This change caused seven or eight riders around to grab the reins. They were not shocked because of Makalu's death. It's because of that sword spirit-Templar? The mercenaries changed their colors one after another, and couldn't help but speculate about the sacredness of that terrifying young man.
"It's quite accurate." Brando retracted his sword.
"Hey, this is your credit, Lord Lord." Charles replied with a bearded face.
Brando smiled now, he raised his head and looked ahead. Although he was shocked by the opponent now, he himself was far from letting go. There were more than a hundred spear forests of noble private soldiers moving behind him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and revisited his plan in his heart. He stared to the north, realizing that the only chance to break through was in that direction, but he didn't know if he could grasp the only chance. He could only point forward and commanded: "Gargo ghost, Wstry (Magic: rush forward)!"
Brando thought to himself, if there is no attack command, just use the move command instead.
…
But Lord Jin Guo stood on the beachhead and watched this scene from a distance, his face looked ugly and ugly. Although these are not elite soldiers, at least he raised them with money, especially Makalu, who is a titan in his hand. Although he is a bit crude, his martial arts is an indisputable fact.
"The Highland Knights are the Highland Knights. I still don't believe the rumor that the White Knights are powerful. Now it seems that there is no lie." Industrialist Sir Burnley said with a smile.
"This time it seems that Earl Duen is really bad luck. I just look at the tiger's daring to pick up this hot potato-it's just that it's not good for us to get the dead, let alone two women. See."
"I wonder why this guy wants to kill that jester. If he is really a Buche militia, taking hostage would be a better strategy. It's a pity, I thought he could stand next to a big tree." Enli sighed falsely, but smiled in his eyes.
"Actually, it’s not necessarily a good thing to stand in such a hurry. There is still something to see between the royal family and the Whitemane Legion. But this young man is either an assassin or he has nothing to do. If he is not killing for the sake of killing, Then I think that sword is very problematic—" Lord Jin Guo grasped the reins, stood on horseback and looked forward and replied.
"That wizard sword?"
He was about to nod his head, but saw his private soldiers pushing away in an uproar from far away, like a stray tide. Lord Jin Guo was stunned, and suddenly saw a gargoyle in front of him splitting the crowd and rushing towards him-his words came to an abrupt end, and he subconsciously tightened the rein of the horse and wanted to turn around, but he tried too hard because of tension, causing the horse to be a war horse. He stood up backward with a long hiss.
"Lord, be careful!"
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The gargoyle itself has a level of over 20, and its strength is exactly equal to the midstream level of the first level of strength. In addition, it is known for its defense and has the ability to fly. It is like a tiger into the flock of noble private soldiers whose general strength is only in the white midstream. . Especially for these huge monsters, human beings have an instinctive sense of fear—after all, not everyone can recognize that it is the masterpiece of the Buga wizard—even some people are screaming in panic: Flying Dragon!
Originally, the gargoyle easily cut into the fragile formation of these infantry soldiers was what Brando expected, but he knew that he did not have much time. These noble private soldiers were just a temporary chaos. No matter how strong the gargoyle is, it cannot be an enemy. Hundred.
Even if the opponent is well-trained, it is actually a problem to be one enemy ten.
He must expand the chaos and not allow these people time to stabilize. Brando did as he thought of it, and turned around and shouted: "Charles, follow up and cover me." As soon as the voice fell, he rushed forward, and the gargoyle plowed a passage in the crowd—the private soldiers on both sides thought subconsciously. To rush up to block the passage, Brando swept forward with a wizard sword in his hand. A wind swept across the crowd like a sickle, and the front row of seven or eight people fell down like stubble.
The people behind were shocked, where they still had the mind to continue fighting, and they retreated one after another. At this moment, the passage opened by the gargoyle became even bigger. If Makalu is still estimated to be able to suppress them, but these noble private soldiers are truly leaderless.
Brando and Charles seized the opportunity to pass through the spear forest one after the other, and as for those who wanted to catch up to fish after they passed, Charles naturally wouldn't be polite with them. He still has two bottles of mana potions in his hand, and the magic arrow is a cheap and practical spell.
Brando raised his head and vaguely saw a group of dignitaries standing on the mound not far away. With a sharp eye, he focused on Sir Burnley and immediately commanded: "Gargo ghost, that fat man, Ary (Witch language: grab)!"
It's just that he didn't say a word, and suddenly found a line of knights on the left side of the battlefield. These knights are all wearing dark blue armed uniforms, peaked caps, and a silver breastplate with shoulder plate armor. A strand of white mane is flying in the wind behind them—it is the horse light infantry of the Whitemane Corps.
At that moment, both sides on the battlefield understood that Luc Besson the Tiger had arrived.
"Bacchus, Voltaron, take down that Madara spy!" Even in the army, Luc Besson's calm voice was so clear that everyone was shocked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two tall knights marched out from left to right and headed straight for Brando.
"It's great." Brando snorted coldly in his heart, inspired by his charging skills, and flashed between the two in an instant. The captain of the seventh squadron of the second squadron, Bacchus, and the captain of the tenth squadron, Voltaron, were only slightly startled, and then they looked back and found that the young man had been ten meters behind them.
In fact, it was not just them, most of the Whitemane Sergeants present were taken aback. Bacchus and Voltaron are captain-level figures, although their strength only lingers downstream of the black iron, they can be beaten by two and won't be thrown away so easily, right
Luc Besson's eyebrows twitched, and he charged. Is this little guy still related to the Sun Rider? He immediately raised his right hand: "Ouding, Shik, stop him!"
The two horses came out side by side again. Although the Whitemane Corps were mostly mounted infantry, the captain-level figures were still extremely skilled in riding. They came first, and they were in front of Brando in an instant—but what surprised everyone was that even the lower-level soldiers of the Whitemane Legion had not had time to applaud their captains, Odin and Smith. Flew upside down.
Only the sharp-eyed could see clearly at the time: the young man did not stop at all, and when he passed their two captains, he fought a sword with them, and then the long swords in their captains shattered at the same time, and the people seemed to hit them. He flew back upside down like a dragon.
"Power burst!"
"Power burst!" Most people recognized this time.
Brando didn't even notice, he had seen his gargoyle lift the damn fat man up. That was the only goal of his attack this time, and it was also the key to getting out of trouble.
But victory is in sight, is it