"Almost, it''s time."
Under the leaden sky, the lonely eagle king talked to himself.
Hundreds of thousands of demon troops in the distance have covered the slope of the whole blood skeleton Valley, and are spreading their wings in batches to continue to attack the defensive positions of the blood skeleton Valley defenders on the East and west sides.
In order to ensure the "strength", the combat power of these rotten corpse demons has been reduced to the level where they can only walk; Let alone fight, the only thing they can do is to see the enemy and jump on it.
No armor or shield made of ice, not even weapons; The fighting power of these hundreds of thousands of rotten corpse demons is really worrying. Any militia can kill seven or eight without difficulty one-on-one.
But... So what?
If ten can''t, then 20, 50, 100... As long as the number is enough, the difference of individual strength is not important at all!
What''s more, the rotten corpse demons are not human beings. They will not be afraid or afraid and shrink back; With one command, they can rush up like a flood.
Less than 10000 people dared to defend the blood skeleton Valley, persisted for a day and a night, repulsed their own attacks several times, and even killed three evil god apostles.
It''s amazing. It won''t be an imperial man who blocked his dear little son, rodriya Azor, in eboden for a full month;
Loren Turin and Byrne... I will remember you. I will let your family and country be wiped out from the world to the dregs, and completely become legends in scrolls and ruins.
In this way, I would like to express my greatest respect for your stupid courage and smart wisdom!
The eagle king''s eyes were full of pleasure, which was the pleasure of watching "smart people fall into their own trap".
Smart people are stupid, because the smarter they are, the more they like to challenge what they can''t do, and the more eager they are to create "miracles".
The eagle king also believed that if it was really a "war", the imperial man named Loren Turin might win.
Unfortunately... It''s not.
It''s not a war, it''s a snowstorm, a sandstorm, a thunderstorm, a landslide, a tsunami... It''s a natural disaster!
It is the highest level invasion launched by one world to another!
I, the eagle king of Azores, are not playing the war game of "one country attacking another" with you as you think.
I don''t want your wealth, don''t care about your culture, and don''t intend to enslave your people. I don''t even hate you or despise you.
I just... Just want to destroy you and kill you all.
So, dear Lord Loren Turin, you and your subjects and loyal warriors... Are destined to die here.
Thinking of the eagle king''s expression here, he restrained a little. At this stage of the plan, he didn''t think the imperial people opposite could change anything - the evil god apostles and skeleton dragons released in advance had ensured that the enemy could not threaten himself by any means.
"If I were you, I wouldn''t relax my vigilance so soon - this old-fashioned drama has been staged countless times in the past millennium."
Diabo... The mean "last shadow" said coldly in the eagle king''s ear.
"Really?" the eagle king smiled and turned his eyes to the highland of blood skeleton valley.
However, almost in the next second, his expression suddenly became cold, and his pupils contracted as if they were aware of something.
In my ears, the sneer of "the last shadow" echoed faintly.
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"You, are you going to rush directly to the enemy''s commander?"
Lanmallos, the Earl of Lake City, who finally understood, looked at the black haired wizard with a shocked face; The other party''s expression seemed to tell him that it was not a big deal.
"That''s right."
"Just, just yourself?!"
"Just myself."
The count of lanmalos was shocked and speechless, and the count of white horse peak, regrell, was stunned.
The floating city was destroyed, the battle plan of the two lines failed, and there were no reinforcements... At this point, even brave people like Bain should consider retreating, but the Duke
"My plan failed, all failed, and the enemy is stronger than we thought." the black haired wizard smiled on his face: "if you continue to fight like this, I''m afraid there will be no end for the whole army."
"Normally, it''s time to retreat..."
The count of white horse peak frowned and nodded. As soon as he wanted to say something, he saw Loren Turin take a step forward and steal it.
"But!"
The black haired wizard''s eyes were burning, as if something was burning in his pupils: "I''m not ready to leave like this, and I''m not ready to admit defeat in such a panic - yes, admitting defeat also takes courage; so I''m going to use my last shot to save my mistake."
"And you?!"
Facing those eyes, regrell couldn''t help shaking.
Loren raised his eyes to the cavalry behind him.
"Imperialists, we have no reinforcements, let alone retreat." the black haired wizard continued to roar in a deep voice: "now there is only one way to end this demon invasion..."
"Go through the battlefield, find the culprit of the demon invasion and kill it!"
"I''m going to do this, but I won''t force any of you - because I promised to take you home, and I did what I said."
"This time, there is no return, and even one can come back. It may even be just a meaningless reckless move, so... Think of it and keep up with me!"
Thousands of people, the spread of the cavalry square, silent.
Alone, Loren went to the front of the battle, turned over and mounted his horse, raised the "dawn" sword with one hand and pointed it fiercely below the valley.
At the moment he rushed out, a loud horn sounded behind him.
"Woo - - -!!"
"Cavalry, array!"
The horn sounded, and the battle flags fluttered in front of the array. The bain knights in a close line put their shields in front of them and raised their flag guns.
Count regrell clenched his teeth, count lanmallos with an excited face... Not only them, but almost all the bain and Boyi people suddenly had an extremely excited look on their faces.
For a moment, the colorful swallow tail flag stood in the cold wind of ice and blood.
Hunting sounds like a sea of flowers.
"Cavalry, attack!"
In the roar of one command after another, thousands of horses'' hoofs smashed into the snow at the same time, followed by hunting flags one after another, and rushed down the hillside in a neat queue.
The earth trembles!
Rows of cavalry, like a straight "horizontal line", rolled up the rolling snow behind the black haired wizard, rushed down from the highland, and jumped on the surging tide of rotten corpse demons.
The eagle king was completely shocked when he saw thousands of cavalry lined up and rushing down the gentle slope covered by snow.
What are they... Doing, mass suicide?
Or do these imperialists really believe that with one charge, they can break through hundreds of thousands of demon armies and kill themselves?
Are you crazy?!
"How?" the mean "last shadow" sneered in his ear: "did you feel a threat just now when you were still depressed and you had the chance to win?"
"It''s just a struggle between trapped animals." the eagle king narrowed his eyes into a slit and stared at the "white line" from the highland.
"The battle of trapped animals?"
Diabo, the evil god, still sneered.
"Yes, because in addition, they have no reinforcements and no power to fight again. In addition to being wiped out, do they have a second end?"
"Otherwise, do you really think those imperial people can chisel through the slope covered with hundreds of thousands of rotten corpses and Demons and stand in front of me intact?" the eagle king asked.
"Not to mention the snow everywhere on the gentle slope, half of the cavalry will be killed before they rush down the mountain! Even if they can survive smoothly, they can tear a road from thousands of rotten corpse demons and block the rotten corpse demons who rush towards them after tearing up the front..."
"The last guy who survived can still have enough strength to block my blade?"
With a slight hum, the eagle king shook his head.
"If I were you, I wouldn''t be so confident." lemantes, the "dead man", sighed: "if that Loren Turin can get his recognition, defeat my apostle, and steal the most precious treasure of the Dragon King City from under the eyes of the black cross..."
"What you just said may not be difficult in his eyes."
The voice fell, and the eagle king''s expression was ugly.
"Bang --!"
There was no scream, let alone wail. The rotten corpses knocked down by the black haired wizard galloping on the horse were immediately broken, while those who "lucky" escaped were directly cut in two by the big sword of "dawn".
Loren, who rushed down from the highland, did not look at it at all. He directly lay down on the saddle and crossed the "dawn" on one side. The Mithril sword turned into a roaring "shadow" to break all the rotten corpse demons that touched it.
He doesn''t have to think about it or even take a look. Just rush down, he can kill hundreds of monsters, which is easier than when he was in silver helmet mountain.
The only similarity is that he still has to fight his way through countless enemies.
"Rush, follow the Duke! Rush, and we will win this battle!"
The angry roar came from behind the black haired wizard, and the count of lanmallos, waving a flag gun, had arrived.
"We will be famous all over the world, our family will be famous all over the world! People in the whole empire will owe us a great favor and thank us for a hundred years --!"
"Long live the Empire --!!"
The Byrne Knights shouted in unison, and the Boyi Hussars who followed them made the cry more fanatical. They held up their machetes and wanted to dance.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
With the golden and red meteors falling across the sky, the thunderous explosion sound and beautiful "flowers" bloom in the blood skeleton Valley again, and the rolling tongue of fire will devour the rotten corpse demons that are still crazy pouring into the highland.
"Immediately organize more people to remove all the remaining alchemy bombs and igniters in the floating city!"
On the hillside position in the west, Dalton kand temporarily "robbed" the command of Eckert, the Earl of fury Castle: "all soldiers, all go to help move the crossbow and catapult, aim directly below the mountain, open the way for the cavalry and your Duke!"
The Army soldiers in a hurry are like a group of bear children who have just got a new toy; In addition to fiddling with them, they don''t know how to use these excellent projection weapons, and the engineers who can really use them have scattered in the previous battle and almost died.
"Ayn, please give it to you here." Dalton turned his head and looked at the little wizard who had just been silent because of the death of Harlem van ashmai.
He knew that his apprentice was desperately suppressing his pain, but he also had little time: "the dwarves with silver helmets mountain commanded the soldiers to cover the cavalry with crossbows as much as possible."
The voice fell. He didn''t look at the little wizard any more, but turned his eyes to another young man who fell by the crossbow and was black and blue: "can you still fight?"
Biting his teeth and twitching his cheeks, Lucian did not answer. He nodded desperately and looked at Dalton firmly with his silver gray pupils.
"Then recover as soon as possible and stand up." Dalton''s eyes were equally tenacious: "Loren Turin... Now you need your strength very much!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The roar of explosion played in front of the charging cavalry one after another. The golden red fire like a meteor was like a flag, passing over the charging cavalry array.
As if where they charged, these terrible meteors would fly.
"This is hell, this is the hell promised by the Holy Cross to sinners!"
The pale regrell screamed loudly, and the sword in his hand kept chopping: "crazy, all crazy, we are charging for hell!"
"No, we are marching towards hell!" cried count lanmalos. He threw away the broken saber and replaced it with his ancestral lance: "we are sweeping hell in the name of the Holy Cross!"
"What''s the difference?!" regrell looked ugly and wanted a sword to hit him.
"Of course there is a difference - because we are not going to die, we will become the conquerors of hell, and all demons and ghosts will submit to the iron cavalry and swallow tail flag of Byrne Knight!"
"You mean under the hoof of a dead man?"
"No, because we will survive, because we are marching with the Duke; even if we die, the duke promised to take us home!"
Regrell felt that he couldn''t make sense of the stubborn madman around him, but he couldn''t help retorting:
"You madman, don''t you understand? If you rush down like this, all of us will be dead, dead. Understand - the Duke takes us to die with the enemy. We have to die, and the Duke has to die! We''re dead! We''re dead! We''re dead!"
"I see!" lanmalos grinned:
"Since we''re dead anyway, let''s take a ride before we die!"