Chapter 1152
The sound of iron horses roared past the trembling ground.
The Furious Poye Knights waved their cavalry spears, bows and sabers in their hands, rolled up the smoke and dust of the entire world, and rushed towards the array of Azores.
"Come on, for Sarika Jonah, rush on——!"
"Kill the long ears, kill the long ears——!"
"Crush them--!"
"See the storm under the big green sea, rabbit men--!"
The excited Boy Knights are one by one With scarlet eyes, bloodthirsty and unrestrained roar, it swept down like a violent wind, and rushed to the Azores elven array within a short distance, show off one's military strength.
As for the enemy on the opposite side, it’s not a problem at all...In other words, this is one of the two most ideal states for the enemy in the eyes of Boye Knights, namely, a fixed target and a moving target.
Either stand still or run around.
Different from the Byrne Knight, who is keen on confronting the enemy head-on, the Boys are not good at...or they are keen to meet force with force; , Is their "Knight style".
Standing in place will circulate and harass. If you stay in place, you will spin on the flanks. If you retreat in an orderly manner, you will rush and crash. If you collapse and flee, you will be hunted...
Standing in motionless The elves...For the Poye Knights, it is a target that allows them to shoot at will; and once the enemy's front line has gaps, or there are unlucky ones who are alone, then it is time to be hunted arbitrarily.
In this regard, they are very patient.
Only Salika Jonah is frowned, her expression is more solemn than ever.
From the beginning of the war to the present, the harassment of myself has almost killed half of the Thousand Man Squad-sized elf warrior, how can they bear it?
In my impression, this group of long ears is never a passive type...If so, then there are only two answers, then they deserves a beating, or...
It’s just that they don’t Calculating something kindly.
The scimitar grandfather with a raised brow, looked towards up ahead.
In the up ahead of the Azores elven army, a silhouette stood abruptly in the muddy ground soaked by the river that washed up the embankment.
With his back arched, his head hanging down, he was dragging a tattered knife upside down, as if the knife was his own.
He was so lonely, standing there abruptly, blocking the way the hussars charged.
Salika was stunned.
This is...this?
This is the secret weapon that the gang of long ears took out after enduring for so long?
Salika knew that the Azores had a magic called "Warrior's Way", and knew that they had a variety of special abilities-forcing her to burn the city of Thousand Tent, Just such a bunch of guys.
But she didn't feel that a magical wizard warrior could stop the charge of hundreds of hussars.
The surrounding Poy Knights laughed bloodthirstyly, and one by one excitedly swung up the saber in their hands, showing off their riding skills, spreading the array from all directions, screaming and rushing towards it. The lonely silhouette.
The brave Boyi never refuse to bully the weak and bully the weak by more.
"That's wrong-Eugen, the unkillable demon!"
At this moment, a hussar who had participated in the battle of Eboden suddenly turned back, with a look of horror. Looked towards Grand Duke of Scimitar: "Duke, we must retreat quickly!"
"What?!"
The moment the words blurted out, the opposite "elf warrior" had already been lifted With the broken long knife in his hand, the river water flowing in the muddy ground gradually rises like alive, and condenses into hundreds of water balls in the air.
With only one breath, those "water balls" instantly condense and become spindle-shaped ice crystals.
"no! no no no...it's too late, we all have to die here!"
The shivered boy Knight turned pale suddenly, and was as frightened as the other person. His colleagues glanced at each other and raised the long knife desperately:
"Boy, charge, charge, kill——!"
"Kill all the long ears——! !!!"
As soon as the cavalry shouted, Sarika, who had not yet reacted, was hugged by the left and right Knight Knights, and fell off her horse.
"peng!"
As soon as he fell to the ground, two Knights' bones creaked in his ears.
But Sarika didn't notice, because there were more voices covering her ears.
The torn flesh and blood, the shattered armor and sharp blades, the neighing war horse fell heavily to the ground, the plasma gushing constantly, the screaming cavalry turned over and fell from the mount, and the people trampled on their horses...
Roaring, exclaiming, howling, roaring, screaming...and so on.
Strongly opened the arms of the corpse, and Salika, lying on the grass, lifts the head gritted her teeth, widening her eyes and desperately trying to see what happened to the old scriptures.
She was stunned.
The shadowy Poy Knights in the icy fog filled the battlefield, one after another disappeared in the thick fog, and only the exclaims and screams before their death could be heard in the air...
There is also the sound of being shattered by armor, torn to pieces, and people falling to the ground.
In just a quarter of an hour... maybe even has several points of bell, the ice fog is already filled with the bones of Boy Knight, and now even one alive has rushed out of the thick fog, fleeing, and counterattack None of the cavalry.
One, none!
Why, why...
In the end, what happened?
That fairy...what kind of monster is it? !
The frightened grandfather of Scimitar was crushed to the ground by the corpse, and her trembling limbs made her unable to move even a little bit.
"aaahhhh——!!!"
In the diffuse ice mist, heart-piercing roars exploded out of thin air.
A lonely silhouette, dragging an unremarkable long knife backwards, stepping on the land covered by ice crystals, step by step coming towards her from the ice mist.
"en?!"
Salika, who was covered in shivered, gritted her teeth desperately, groaned uncontrollably, and did not dare to show her head under the corpse. .
In the cold and dead fog, she felt that she had become a hare being hunted; as long as she moved, she would be spotted and killed by a cruel hunter.
Like a helpless hare, he was arrested and killed helplessly.
At the same time, the continuous sound of horseshoes and the neat footsteps of the infantry came from behind her-that was the reinforcement of Byrne Legion!
Obviously... After detecting the striker's abnormality, Byrne Legion also accelerated the speed of advancement and was ready to confront the Azores elves.
But Sarika Jonah's face didn't have the slightest joy, and was even more scared than before.
No...Don’t come, don’t come!
The trembling grandfather of the Scimitar stared at Byrne Legion's approaching silhouette, her expression as if she was looking at the most desperate hell.
"Oh... how dare you continue to advance? It seems that our Chief Supervisor has not completed the task thoroughly enough."
The little elven Prince in the distance stared at him. The fog of silver white and Byrne Legion, who is still advancing slowly, a cold arc evoked at the corner of his mouth:
"The order-tells us that the warriors on the right don't have to wait any longer, move forward, attack !"
"His Royal Highness Rodria?!"
The elf wizard who heard the command suddenly turned his head, looking towards Little Prince with a look of horror: "Are you going to wait for Ou Lord Gen was killed by the enemy, or at least considered attacking after being surrounded? If you send troops now, Lord Eugen, who does not distinguish between enemy and me, is likely to be..."
The wizard wizard did not say any more.
He looked at the knife blade penetrating his chest, and the plasma gushing out with a stunned look; twitching, like a water bag constantly being squeezed out of water, he fell into his own pool of blood.
"I don’t care about casualties, losses, etc.... I really don’t care a little bit about the meaningless things. To be honest, if I can stabilize Eugen, I really I don’t mind taking you to feed him...but you can’t, it’s a pity."
The smiling little Prince looked around for a week, and all the wizards who were seen were trembling in fear: "So don’t Tell me about the losses and casualties, I am not fighting this battle for someone...I am fighting for the life and death of the entire Azores."
"Send the right-wing army, do not take into account the casualties, Under the premise of covering the chief Eugen of the Superintendent Court, launch a full-scale attack on the enemy's left flank-do you understand?"
"Ming, understand!"
An eagle-like horn In the sound, a full 20,000 wizard warrior wielding lance, bow and arrow and shield roared and rushed out of the fixed position, flooding into the battlefield like a tide.
Similar to the royal guards, these warriors, who no longer use long swords as their main weapon, are also the products of the Azores landing in Eboden and fighting the empire many times.
They use a short shooting range, but the direct formidable power is good and easy to use, easy to carry short-angled bows; the small round shield tied to the left arm can provide a little cover during the battle. And will not hinder the characteristics of the wizard warrior's rapid mobility.
The lance they use is more similar to the "long handle plus short blade" design, and out of habit they still have a saber as a secondary weapon when the lance breaks.
Yes, such an army that emphasizes maneuverability while being able to fight a compact phalanx is the elf Prince specially used to counter the Byrne Legion who has a phalanx and heavy cavalry.
At the same time, count Eckert, the Fortress of Fury behind Byrne Legion, looked at the Azorean elves who finally stopped holding their positions and launched an attack, tightly frowned.
He had already sensed that the Poye cavalry on the front line might have encountered the enemy's trap and encountered an accident; and suddenly, he was wiped out before he could send the cavalry to support him!
Out of cautious consideration, Eckert quickly recalled the original first line of Byrne Knight back to the second line, and instead pushed the long spear phalanx and elite foot combat Knight to the front of the army. An offensive order was issued.
The roaring battle Knights took the lead, rushing into the icy mist under the cover of the long spear phalanx, and slammed into the oncoming elves warriors.
In the thick icy fog, the elves warriors roared, rushing to the long spear phalanx that was waiting for them, as if they could not wait to die.
The sharp lance ripped apart their armor and pierced their chests, but still couldn’t stop these crazy Azores, even if they were dying, they had to shoot their bows and arrows. , Pierce the arrow into the front door of Byrne warrior.
The elven warriors who were blocking their way forward decisively smashed the robe and the gun barrel together; they even preferred to attack against the robe's corpse, and still couldn't wait to fight with the slowly advancing long spear phalanx.
No wailing, no screaming, the fallen elves warriors even showed "liberation" on their faces, which made the Byrners very confused, as if they were lucky to die in the hands of the enemy Things.
Why is this?
In the next second, they will know the answer.
"Boom——————————!!!"
Along with the thunderous noise, a pillar of fire rose into the sky in the center of the left-wing battlefield.
The intensity of the fire is so great that even Brandon, who is under the military warfare of the Empire, can see clearly.
Count eyes suddenly shrank in the astonished Fury Castle, his expression showed a color of horror.
It’s not because of the raging fires that rolled up on the battlefield, or because of the annihilated Poye cavalry...but a similar scenario, a wizard warrior who can use ice and fire at the same time...he has seen one .
On the battlefield of Eboden!
"It's Eugen!"
Behind the Chinese army, I saw the light of the Heavenly Fire, Isaac was the first to react: "This void reaction is absolutely correct... that Chief Superintendent, that’s him!"
"Eugen...but, isn’t he dead?!" The little wizard gave a stunned look: "I remember clearly that he was hit by the lightsaber head-on. Skeleton doesn't exist anymore. Why do you still appear here?!"
"How do I know that I am not an Azores—and my classmate Ayn Rand, you Is it the first time that a new apprentice who has seen the resurrection of the dead ask such a classic question at this time!"
"I..."
The little wizard just wanted to refute something, Brandon on the side quickly stopped her: "Wait, wait... everybody, it's not the time to quarrel with this, now the question is what to do-if I remember correctly, that It seems that the Shard Elf is quite strong?"
"Yes, but he is dead now, and should be completely manipulated by Void Power, which means it is not as difficult to kill it as it seems. "Isaac waved his hand: "Moreover, our Ayn Rand can copy the great feat of the last time and kill it again."
"But...someone needs to cooperate."
"Cooperate?"
Brandon was shocked, and immediately understood Isaac's meaning: "You mean...death to death?"
Isaac, whose expression is changing, flickered. Vaguely nodded.
Looking at this look of Isaac, Brandon was silent... He knew that the other party was not actually a passionate wizard who was indifferent to people, and let people die to buy time. He didn’t want to Uttered.
But he still said, because this is the best way.
But...this kind of responsibility for the scapegoat should be your own.
"Send an order to Count Eckert of Fort Fury, and immediately attack without delay, and do everything possible to stabilize the battle on the right." Brandon said solemnly:
"Tell him, I Don’t count the casualties, I just want the news of victory!"
"Tell him, this is the order of the Supreme Emperor of the Empire, Brandon II!"