Shaman from Afar

Before stepping into the land of Poi, Loren had a doubt in his mind, that is, Centaur ...

What does it look like?

But this problem will soon be no problem.

Under the black lion under the golden lion, everyone tightened the string; Eckert clutched the hilt across his side, and Guy Angut gritted his teeth, sitting uneasy; the pretended relaxed look at the peak lord Bosival , He kept touching the scimitar on his saddle.

Lusien and McCafferty, who had different looks, guarded the sides of the dark-haired wizard, with no blood on their face, and the little wizard biting his lower lip held the bowstring in his right hand and hid behind the three.

Smoke billowed from the horizon, the earth's tremor became more and more obvious, and even the war horses began to make an uneasy hiss.

The grass that was swept by the strong wind was crushed by countless iron riders in the next second; the desolate eagle roar cut through the sky and divided the grassland into two, turning the battlefield into two.

On one side is a rocky array, on the other side is a huge wave of smoke and dust.

That's right, it's huge waves.

The looming, seemingly absurd sound of the waves swept from the end of the horizon, and the continuous sound knocked on the earth beneath the feet; countless shadows wrapped in the billowing smoke, filling the junction between the sky and the earth black.

The tremor of the earth is becoming more and more obvious, louder, stronger and faster, faster and faster!

The tremor is not only the heartbeat, it seems that even the blood has started to tremble, and the internal organs are crumbling!

In the raging waves, the roar and howling were mixed in the gusty wind; the cry from the **** was deep and full of power, like a hammer hitting an anvil.

In the array, the knights of Byrne still had no movement; the knights with shields and guns said nothing, and said nothing; the rear reinstalled square was in this violent wind, and it continued unhurriedly. Array, the silence is like a ghost.

The Earl of Eckert stood still, his sword standing still, but the count of Boxivall touched the handle of the knife more and more frequently. He kept glancing at Eckert and Loren, his nervous eyes seemed to stop for a moment. Down.

Loren, forced to calm down, looked straight ahead, cautiously counting the number of enemies.

One thousand, two thousand, or more?

The battlefield is too wide, and using "spiritual vision" here is of no use except to interfere with your attention; everything must be judged by your first feeling and seeing everything in front of you.

This is not the first time he has experienced a battlefield of this size-in the ancient wood forest, in the Blood Skull Valley, in the glacier wasteland ... Panic and fear can no longer interfere with him.

But this time it was different.

He is no longer the leader of a hundred people, he is no longer the guard of His Royal Highness in the army, and he is no longer an adventurer who wants to flee desperately in front of thousands of troops;

He is the Duke of Byrne, the supreme commander of the cavalier army behind him, and the spiritual backbone of all of them.

His judgment is not about the life of himself or his friends, but the life and death of thousands of people. It will determine whether these people who trust themselves or have doubts can live away from this endless green sea. .

The trembling sound continued without stopping.

Innumerable figures roared and rolled towards the front of the queue like an overwhelming roar.

"Bossivar." Eckert's gaze slammed into the Earl of Wangwangfeng, with a deep voice:

"Tear them!"

Suddenly the Earl of Bossier, who had been "named", shook his body as if he had just woken up; he twitched his throat hard, and the corners of his eyes shone.

"clang--!"

Xueliang's scimitar lifted over his head, and Bosívar grinned in the corner of his mouth, exhilarating his eyes, licking the corner of his mouth and shouting loudly:

"In the name of Byrne, in the name of Turin ...

Break them up! ! ! ! "

In the roar of hoarseness, countless horseshoes hit the ground, and the knights with three flags in the front row simultaneously thrust the flag guns into the sky.

The next moment, they moved.

The sky's roar and roar echoed in his ears, and the cavalry wielding the Sensen silver spears rushed out of the black lion's golden lion and lined up to the oncoming giant waves.

The earthquake shook and thundered —!

Above the battlefield, the two rolled smokes collided head-on, and neither side had any intention of stopping, so they rushed straight across the opposite side.

"I said ... they just rushed over?"

McCafferty stunned and lowered his voice to himself: "How can there be thousands of Centaur hybrids on the opposite side? There are more than 100 of them ... just rushed up?"

As soon as his voice fell, he saw Lusien turned his head to look at him with very complicated eyes.

"You ... haven't seen how the Bain Knight fights?"

"no, what happened?"

"It's nothing, but you probably haven't heard this sentence ..." The frowning gray pupil turned his gaze to the front, tightly clenching the back molar:

"Within two hundred steps, even the" Black Wall "does not dare to touch the sharp edge of Byrne's lance!"

Two hundred steps, only in the blink of an eye!

The next second, the Bayern Knights, who had been in a whole row, rushed into the enemy array.

Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit.

At that moment, he saw the knights lay their spears flat and sandwiched them under their armpits, and then roared and rushed directly into the black shadow directed in front of them;

He saw a whole row of black shadows, and fell down "neatly" in front of the gunpoint, trampled by countless horseshoes;

He saw the Earl of Bossival wielding a saber laugh loudly, holding the saber high above his head and waving left and right, straight at the oncoming enemy.

The huge figures rushing towards each other, as if actively sending his head and neck to Bossivar's knife, let him hack it.

There was no wailing noise, no wailing; among the galloping smoke, the rows of the Bayern Knights burst into the front like a no-man's land, and the figures in front of them fell one by one, falling in pieces .

The horseshoes trampled the earth, the corpses spread all over the place, and the blood flowed into the river.

The tremendous waves that were just unstoppable, torn apart in a split second, and the roaring and roaring of the shaking couldn't stop the collapsed array and the situation that was completely reversed.

Hundreds and even thousands of arrays were just beaten up by more than a hundred knights, with no spare power to fight back.

McCafferty's stunned look; even Lucien, who was still explaining to him, widened his eyes, and his gray pupil was filled with incredible expressions.

The expression of Earl Eckert remained unchanged, and Earl Angut even took a sip, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the performance of the "little young" Bosival.

Loren looked at the scene calmly and looked at him coldly.

This is the wrist of the kingdom of knights.

This is what makes the empire fearful, and tries its best to split it, but in the end it has to compromise with it ... Byrne's strength.

More than a hundred knights can charge and even defeat multiple enemies; when this number is multiplied by ten or even one hundred, when thousands and even tens of thousands of heavy knights appear on the plains when……

That is the torrent, which can destroy everything and smash everything.

In a mess, the roaring figure collapsed under the flag gun, but quickly began to gather towards the wings; just like the waves split from the center, the knights who charged were let off, and they no longer welcomed their edge.

The charging knights also have no entanglement ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and have no plans to pursue the troops; they just continue to advance as much as possible, turning all enemies that have no time to escape into sacrifices under their guns.

As Bosívar said ... tear them.

The thick smoke split into two wings quickly spread out the array, circumventing the front, plopping from the left and right in the direction of Loren with a more loose formation.

The fluttering black lion gold flag is their goal.

The infantry phalanx is still in an array, and the rear cavalry have slowly come forward and started moving towards the front of the queue; the scattered rangers also stopped and waited for the order.

Earl Eckert turned his head and looked calmly at the expressionless dark-haired wizard:

"Duke ..."

Loren, who was intently nodded, nodded slightly. He believed the judge in front of him, grabbed the gun handle, and raised the black lion flag with one hand:

"attack--!"