When a horse is on the grassland, it doesn''t feel dangerous. Even if it gallops towards you, capable grassland people can turn over by holding the horse''s neck.


    But when you are in a narrow corridor and the sound of Horseshoes behind you is very heavy, spears, machetes, hammers and all kinds of weapons suitable for use on horseback are its associations. The clattering sound was like the footsteps of the God of death. The God of death was so hungry and thirsty that he even changed his four feet to rush to his goal.


    The sickle of death is flashing cold, which may attack at any time, and may be torn apart by the cold blade at any time.


    "Don''t be stunned! Run!"


    Kalas''s sudden roar pulled atta back from her trance. People can''t compete with horses for speed, but they don''t need to be faster than horses. As long as they rush into the test field in front, they can avoid the invaders behind them.


    However, the short steps from the corridor to the test field actually became so long under the urging of the sound of horses'' hoofs, as if every movement of the body slowed down three times and couldn''t step out.


    When atta rushed out of the corridor, she didn''t know how many steps she had taken, maybe only three steps, maybe five steps, maybe ten steps, or longer or shorter. She hadn''t felt like being held in her heart for a long time. If she had to compare with her previous experience, she had to face the evil god on the tree.


    But fortunately, until she fell forward, the cold blade could not catch up, and the sound of horse hoofs roared past her, as if mixed with a sigh of regret from the God of death. She raised her head and several strands of small chestnut hair fell slowly in the air. It was the hair cut off by something.


    "Da!"


    The sound of horses'' hoofs stopped at the end of the test field. There was no neighing or coarse air. It didn''t seem to be something that a living horse should have.


    Of course, if there had been a living horse here before, Kalas would have noticed it as early as going down the stairs. Besides hearing, the cat goblin also has a very developed sense of smell. The smell of livestock cannot be completely eradicated. He won''t miss it.


    Before looking at the attacker, atta first looked at Kairas who fell to the other side. Thanks to her size, the cat goblin was in a better state than her.


    At this time, Kairas has returned to the standing position with his legs upright, holding a short spear made of sand in his hand. The short spear is gradually becoming longer and adjusted to be a real threat to the horse. After confirming that his companion was all right, atta finally saw the true face of the attacker.


    At the end of the training ground, shrouded in darkness, a war horse in armor suddenly stood up. No, no, it''s not a war horse in armor, it''s a armor!


    A complete horse armor, without flesh and blood, stood there like a ghost, with empty eyes that made people feel uneasy and afraid. Fortunately, the knight riding on the armored horse is still flesh and blood. He wears a coarse cloth coat, which is as rough and crude as a scarecrow''s clothes, and his hair is as messy as straw, covering his young face.


    Judging from his body shape, the rider should be small, at most 15 or 16 years old, which also makes him a strong contrast with the long handle and wide blade Tomahawk in his hand. How can that thin arm hold a terrible weapon the size of a human face with an axe blade alone? This is a question, just like why he rode a moving armor.


    "Oh, that little girl can act better than she looks."


    Kalas stared at the suddenly appeared knights, but he was still talking about the female mage who took them to the trap. Reasonably speaking, cat goblins are difficult to be deceived. His experience and qualifications can expose lies more than atta''s vague feeling of human emotion.


    But Kate did the right thing. She didn''t show the slightest kindness to them. Everything was unwilling. This reluctance really can''t be true anymore.


    In other words, the female mage used truth to cover up the lie. She used the displeasure of the coerced to hide her intention to bring them into the trap. It''s not very clever, but it did work.


    "Forget about this. What''s going on?"


    Atta got up, pulled out the vlaklag and pointed the blade at a green child, which was more or less uncomfortable. Taking into account the steel war horse and the terrible Tomahawk, this is a necessary means of defense.


    In addition, the other party didn''t hesitate to attack them. If atta fell more slowly, it wouldn''t be just her hair.


    "Magic, it should be the means of those mages. But I''m not sure. I feel there are other things." Caillas squinted, and the cat''s pupil adjusted its focus in dim light.


    The battle axe hangs on the ground, and the spear tip at the top of the axe splashes sparks on the ground. The boy on horseback is extremely thin and weak. He is by no means a real knight. His way of holding the battle axe is completely wrong, casual and casual.


    This is not a soldier, let alone a knight. Every part of him is so fragile. Although he is wrapped by terrible mounts and weapons, he can''t cover up the weakness of the body.


    However, the other party did not wait for the two to make further plans. The steps of the war horse opened again, the spear tip of the war axe was aimed at Atta, and the deadly sound of horse hoofs swept along with the evil wind!


    The female swordsman breathed out and showed no expression to the enemy who rushed towards her. Her eyes focused on the weapon in each other''s hand and the wrist holding the weapon, waiting for the moment when they crossed.


    That moment soon came. The axe and gun were facing atta''s chest without any fancy movements. It was purely based on the impact of speed and weight. Therefore, it is also the most difficult to hide.


    It is challenging to face such an attack, but it is also necessary if we want to end the battle quickly. Because the other party''s mount has no flesh and blood, unlike the real war horse, there will be the problem of physical exertion. The premise of the war of attrition is not tenable. Relying on tumbling or moving to avoid the impact will only turn yourself into a situation of being chased by the other party.


    Instead of that, try your best at the beginning.


    Having said that, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to avoid the impact of knights in front. With the panic and hesitation caused by horsepower and shock, there is little time for people to respond and give physical feedback.


    Of course, this is not a chaotic battlefield, and the opponent is coming face to face. Atta has more opportunities to plan his actions. But this is still a battle between life and death. There is only one chance, and only one moment.


    The horseshoe, from far to near, stepped on the female swordsman''s heartbeat step by step. No one can help her. No one else can. She has to face the sharp spear by herself. Life and death will be revealed before the next breath.


    The tip of the gun and the shadow of the human figure crossed, and the cat goblin on the other side could not see the specific situation of that moment. The horse is still running forward. Atta, half kneeling on the ground, the magic sword in his hand on his knee.


    "Taran!" Such a situation made Kellas think that some bad possibility had come true. He rushed to atta eagerly, but the imagined scene of blood splashing did not happen. Instead, it was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.


    "Bang!" Kairas turned and saw that the rear hoof of the war horse was missing. The smooth section divided the legs of the horse armor into two, leaving a small piece of hoof left in place.


    Lost a sufficient horse, unable to maintain balance, and its Knights fell heavily into the dust.


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