No matter how long the darkness is, the dawn will eventually come.
There is no sun, no morning light, and the dawn in Silvermoon City looks gloomy.
The sky was gray, as if it was about to snow.
The air pressure was very low, so low that it was hard to breathe, and the flustered Eastern Border soldiers just wanted to find something to vent.
And murder is undoubtedly the best choice.
Silvermoon City has become a sea of blood and fire.
The sounds of killing and screams interweave into a scene of hell on earth.
However, the massacre of the soldiers in the Eastern Realm has completely aroused the long-suppressed anger of the half-elf people. More and more civilians have also joined the battle, using all kinds of things that are not even called weapons to resist the evil invasion. By.
The battle was fiercest at the half-elven palace.
Countless crazy soldiers from the eastern border crawled over the not-so-tall palace wall like ants, and killed them.
But the half-elf guards in the palace are still fighting back tenaciously, defending the last pure land in their hearts, guarding the queen of their half-elf clan.
As time went by, Marquis Vincent also became more and more restless.
He kept asking the heralds to deliver his orders to the front line, and he kept mobilizing troops from outside the city to send them into the city, trying to completely break through the last barrier in front of him.
"What did Auston do? Why hasn't he captured the palace yet?"
"Master Marquis, Viscount Alston said that the half-elf resistance in the palace is very fierce, and our troops in the city are also under constant attack, and more and more soldiers are dying in..."
Chi!
Marquis Vincent chopped off the head of the herald with a sword, and then, staring at his red eyes, he ordered to a servant beside him:
"Now take his head to Viscount Alston and tell him that I will give him one more hour at the end. If the task cannot be completed on time, I will kill him!"
"yes!"
The servant picked up the bloody head, hurriedly walked down the wall, and headed for the palace.
At this moment, Marquis Vincent suddenly felt a trace of coldness on his face.
He looked up, and there were some snowflakes floating in the sky at some point.
At the same time, a sentinel stumbled up to the top of the city and reported with a panicked expression: "Master Marquis, cavalry, black cavalry has appeared!"
Marquis Vincent suddenly changed color, and suddenly turned his head to look outside Silver Moon City.
The sky to the south of the city was already covered by billowing smoke and dust, and then the ground began to tremble, as if a group of ancient giant beasts were rushing towards them.
Shock and fear instantly overwhelmed Marquis Vincent's reason.
The sword of Damocles hanging above his head was finally cut down!
"Master Marquis? Lord Marquis?" Seeing that Marquis Vincent was standing still, the sentry cavalry couldn't help reminding him.
Only then did Marquis Vincent come back to his senses and force himself to calm down the panic in his heart. He immediately ordered: "Order outside the city, form an formation on the spot, and prepare to fight!"
"yes!"
In fact, in order to guard against the black cavalry army that might come out from behind, the Tianma Legion didn't invest all their troops in the siege this time, and at least half of their troops stayed outside the city.
Of course, seeing that the palace could not be attacked for a long time, Marquis Vincent still dispatched some troops from outside the city to enter the city.
But at this time, outside the city, there were at least 20,000 Eastern troops.
Under the military order of Marquis Vincent, they immediately formed a dense spear array and set up huge shields, ready to meet the impact of the black cavalry.
With the earth-shattering sound of horseshoes, the dense black cavalry column quickly covered the sight of the soldiers in the east like a moving city wall.
In an instant, all the sounds in the world disappeared, leaving only a neat note.
At the head of Silvermoon City, Marquis Vincent's face instantly turned pale.
The Marquis of the Eastern Territory, who had invested all his wealth and was about to gamble with Colin, regretted it uncontrollably at this moment.
After successfully annihilating the main force of the Black Cavalry at the right time and place in Shadow Canyon, Marquis Vincent was very proud for a while.
It is inevitable to give birth to the feeling that no hero in the world is nothing more than this.
It wasn't until this time, when he really faced the charge of the black cavalry, that he realized how terrifying this invincible number one army in the northern border was.
The galloping horses made the ground shake, and the thunderous hoofbeats hit everyone's hearts, making them breathless.
Those who have not seen this scene with their own eyes will never be able to imagine what kind of frightening aura the elite cavalry like the Black Cavalry has when they charge forward.
Looking down from the top of the city, it looks like a black torrent that has burst its embankment, rushing forward with an unstoppable momentum.
At this time, Ke Lin was at the forefront of this black torrent.
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the moment half a year ago when he followed Marquis Garcia and led three thousand heavy cavalry to break through the formation of the troll army on the ice field of the sky.
This indomitable and invincible feeling is the same as before.
The only difference is that the black cavalry now belongs to his army!
"Zhang Gong! Zhang Gong!"
The hoarse roar of the officers came from the Eastern Border Army formation.
With the humming of bowstrings, black arrows rose into the sky from the Eastern Border Army formation, mixed with a scalp-numbing swishing sound, and fell into the formation of the Black Cavalry Army.
However, those who charged at the forefront of the black cavalry were all heavy cavalry wearing full body armor.
These five hundred heavy cavalry were like a steel shield, blocking all incoming arrows.
After two rounds of arrow rain, the vanguard of the Black Cavalry Army had already arrived at a distance of about a hundred steps in front of the Eastern Border Army.
In the next moment, the most visually impactful scene in this battle will be staged.
Colin clamped the lance tightly under his right arm, took a deep breath, and held his breath, welcoming the impending collision.
Boom!
There was a loud noise that even overshadowed the sound of rumbling horseshoes.
The cavalry vanguard of the black cavalry finally slammed into the infantry formation in the east.
At this moment, the shield broke and the spear broke.
Countless lives disappeared like fireworks.
Blood was spilled like cheap dye.
There were endless screams and broken bones.
In the cruel and bloody scene, the terrible impact of the cavalry was immediately revealed.
The neat shield wall was smashed to pieces at the moment of collision, creating countless gaps.
The follow-up light cavalry did not waste the life and blood of the heavy cavalry in front. They almost stepped on the corpses of the enemy and their comrades, swarmed in from every gap, and kept killing the eastern border army.
Marquis Vincent at the head of the city had already closed his eyes in pain.
From the moment the shield wall in front of the Eastern Border Army was broken, the outcome of this battle was determined.
Only then did he truly understand why his father was so afraid of the northern army.
This black cavalry army, born from years of bloody battles with the troll empire, is simply not something that the Eastern Territory army, which has been at peace for a long time, can contend with.
Opening his eyes again, Marquis Vincent saw a blood-stained northern knight cutting off the pure white horse flag of the St. Pros family with a single sword.
The tide is over.
(end of this chapter)