Become the city lord from today

"Boom..."

The black-pressed sky is thundering, and a drizzle has fallen, which will turn into a torrential rain at any time.

The knights led by Archbishop Yad continued to advance, and there was no place to hide from the rain around them.

The four thousand knights led by the Celtic Grand Knights also continued to keep their distance from the knights behind them.

"My lord, it's time." The knight leader whispered, his eyes full of slaughter.

The Celtic Grand Knight tugged on the reins, slowed down the speed of the warhorse's march, and said in a deep voice, "Take him to Her Royal Highness the Princess today." "

"It's been more than three days, His Highness should have taken four cities." The knight chief guessed.

"With the strength of His Highness, I am afraid that he has already won it." The Grand Knight of Celtic said in a deep voice.

The knight commander turned his head and whispered, "Sir, when will we start." "

The Celtic Grand Knight looked up at the rainy sky and said in a deep voice, "When the rain is a little stronger, I will defeat them." "

"Yes." The knight commander nodded, and when the rain became stronger, it was a signal to attack.

"Tread, tread..."

The horses' hooves stepped on the wet grass, bringing up water droplets one after another, and the knights' heavy breathing sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly became very serious.

Archbishop Yad squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the rain curtain ahead, listened to the sound of horses' hooves, and said coldly, "What are those guys going to do?" "

Grand Knight Knight Norr wiped the rain from his forehead and frowned, "It seems to be delivering a message or something." "

"Why so hurried?" Archbishop Yad had a gloomy face.

Grand Knight Noer immediately tensed up and asked, "Your Majesty, what do we do now?" "

"Let the knights be ready, and retreat if the situation is not right." Archbishop Yad said in a deep voice, the originally mottled wrinkles on his face now looked deeper.

"Yes." The Grand Knight of Noll immediately answered.

After more than half an hour, the rain began to increase, from the original drizzle to a heavy rain.

"Rush." The knight chief shouted loudly.

The Grand Knight of Celtic tugged at the reins, turned his horse's head and raised his sword, and ordered in a loud voice, "Capture that old fellow of Yad alive, and kill everyone else." "

The knights all held knightly swords and raised their morale in the face of the rain, "Kill!" Kill! "

"Tread, tread..."

Four thousand knights, armed with spears, rushed towards the archbishop of Yad and them.

The Grand Knight of Noll looked at the Knights of the Flander Empire in panic, and said with a miserable face, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... They broke the contract. "

"Abominable," Archbishop Yad said viciously, the worst foresight.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" The Great Knight of Noer said eagerly, he had long lost the majesty of the former Great Knight, like those novice knights who had just entered the battlefield.

"Withdraw, withdraw immediately." Archbishop Yad scolded.

"Yes."

The Grand Knight of Noll turned his head and raised his voice to order, "Retreat!" Retreat now! "

"Hiss..."

"Tread, tread..."

Archbishop Yad and the Grand Knight of Noll pulled the reins and turned around to withdraw, and for a while the neighing of war horses and the sound of horses' hooves treading water were endless.

The knight gripped his horse's belly, rushed to the side of the Celtic Grand Knight, and reported, "Sir, they are starting to escape." "

"Move fast, you can't let them run away today anyway." Grand Knight Celtic ordered.

"Yes." The knight immediately answered.

"Rush! Our reinforcements are just behind. The Grand Knight of the Celts shouted.

"Yes!" The knights answered in unison, and it was even more sufficient to hear that there were reinforcements fighting spirit.

Looking down from the sky, four thousand knights led by the Celtic Grand Knight began to surround Archbishop Yad and others in a semicircle.

In just twenty minutes, the Celtic Grand Knight and the others caught up with Archbishop Yad.

The knights of the divine bishop all stopped, and the two teams of knights faced each other in the rain, their eyes full of slaughter.

"It turns out that the people of the Flander Empire are so disrespectful to chivalry, what about the royal face?" Archbishop Yad said coldly, his hair and beard were wet with rain.

The Grand Knight of the Celts sneered and said, "For the divine bishop who seeks power and usurpation, there is no need to abide by chivalry. "

"Hmph!"

Archbishop Yad snorted coldly and said in a deep voice, "Your four thousand knights may not be our opponents. "

The remaining three thousand knights, who had been under the eyes of the bishop for a long time, had become completely loyal to the archbishop of Yad and were willing to give their lives to the fanatics of the bishop.

"Three thousand knights, we are not afraid." The Grand Knight of Celtic said disdainfully, his eyes kept looking ahead, wanting to see if Her Royal Highness's support knight had arrived.

Archbishop Yade's body swayed from side to side with the war horse, his eyes were full of killing intent, and he said in a deep voice, "Who can laugh to the end, I don't know." "

This battle is a battle of backwaters, Archbishop Yad has already lost a lot, and this battle must be won in order to survive.

"Then let's see together whose knights are braver." The Grand Knight of the Celts shouted loudly, and the knight's sword in his hand clenched tighter.

He also can't lose this battle, carrying the expectations of Her Royal Highness the Princess, only by taking Archbishop Yade, so that he can occupy more territory, and the capital against Haiyan City is greater.

"Knights, the Divine Bishop is now facing calamity and needs you to come forward." Archbishop Yad shouted.

The knights who believe in the bishop have long looked down on their lives, swear to follow the bishop to death, and have faith in their hearts.

"Defend the divine bishop, swear to death the patron bishop." The knights shouted against the rain.

The rain did not show the slightest trace of abating, and it kept pouring down, and the rain slapped madly on the knight's armor and sword, and even if the rain fascinated the eyes, no one closed it.

"Hmph! I don't know what it is. "

The Celtic Grand Knight snorted coldly and shouted loudly, "Whoever can take Yad can be knighted when he goes back." "

"Kill! Kill! The knights shouted in unison, and the momentum was not at all lost to the divine bishops.

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