Shaman from Afar

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

Under the dome, the Bayern knights wielding long swords and long swords ran wildly in the enemy's impending collapse. In the thunderous sound of iron riding, they could only see the colorful swallowtail flags one after another in the rolling yellow dust Flashed by.

Compared with the two-by-ones fighting each other, but with the tacit understanding of the Bayern Knights, the centaur that is enemies on the back is completely panicked, and there has been a situation that will be disintegrated before the battle. The cavalrymen stirred up.

Under the unannounced raids of the Pioneer Rangers, the east blockade of the Centaurs has declared the collapse of the entire line, and the momentum of the collapse is still expanding to the two wings;

Although these centaur warriors are still struggling to resist, and the collapsed army of the two wings is constantly joining them ... but when the blockade line gap appears, the ending is doomed.

However, on the chaotic battlefield, the red-eyed soldiers on both sides have not fully realized that the battle situation has changed, and they are still fighting with the enemy in front of them.

"Rush over! Duke Guards, follow me, move forward-!!!!!!"

The voice fell, and the soldiers behind hadn't waited for the reaction, and the gray pupil with two sharp blades rushed out of the horse for more than ten steps.

Facing the oncoming blade, and the fierce and fierce face, Lucien on horseback remained motionless.

What moved were the two swords in his hand ... the sword of the Duke of Ellerman, the gun of the Dragon Knight.

"clang--!"

The sharp blade of the sword crossed the falling axe blade, and the moment the fire burst, the left hand holding the sword handle through the enemy's throat instantly;

A spear with a straight head, leaning against his sideburns; the blade of the right hand from bottom to top, by the inertia of the charge, tore the centaur's throat;

The heavy long-handed axe waved from behind his head, avoiding the inevitable Lucien immediately backing up; the **** battle axe hit the centaur surging forward without any suspense, and his amazed head flew into the air .

"Snapped!"

The right-handed sword edged into the sheath, and Lusien immediately grabbed the spear that was passing in front of him, and by leaning back into the dead corner, the sharp spear pointed straight into the enemy's throat behind him.

Gray pupil still expressionless.

The moment he got up, the "dragon knight's gun" in his right hand was unsheathed again, and there was a shocked face of a centaur warrior reflected in his pupils without any waves ... a face split in half.

In the flash of light and stone fire, the gray pupil has rushed out more than ten steps, and far away left the members of the Duke's Guard behind, leaving only a dumbfounded expression.

Is this ... the power of the evil apostle?

Lusien thought lightly.

The last time I felt it was not obvious, but now ... when the rune behind the neck started to "burn", he did feel that he had become different all over.

Time becomes slower, rhythm becomes faster, and ways of thinking are strengthened ...

What he can understand is that the body seems to have its own consciousness, no matter what kind of enemy it is facing, it can instantly make at least two or more than three judgments; and when the decision is made, it will start naturally. Get moving.

No matter how many enemies you face and how severe the situation is, you can make the most calm and reasonable judgment according to your goals in an instant.

This power ... can never be without any cost.

In a trance, the gray pupil suddenly remembered what the oath knight had said.

But there is only one way ... Only in this way can he continue to guard beside Lord Loren, instead of becoming a burden that needs to be "protected" by him;

No matter what the price is, I am willing!

The Duke Guard that followed was still fighting against the enemies on both sides. A surrounded guard cavalry saw that he could not get away, and he decisively squeezed the ignition agent in his hand, taking the surrounding five or six centaurs. perish together.

"boom--!"

The firelight was shining behind him, and without looking back, Lucien rushed straight towards the last enemy, breaking through the enemy's blockade.

In the distance, you can already see the formation of the Poi Army and the scimitar horse flag of the Varna family.

On the chaotic battlefield, as the Duke's Guard and Rangers defeated the frontal blockade, the Baine Light and Heavy Cavalry and Infantry Phalanx followed immediately; just like the torrent of catharsis, they continued to tear apart, expand.

The defeated enemy troops and the reinforcements in the distance, as if they had received any orders, no longer continued to join the battlefield, but moved quickly in the opposite direction.

Even if it was entangled by the charged Bayern knight, the Centaur army was also very "decisive" as the past. The brave men broke their wrists, leaving the broken small units entangled and retreating very quickly.

"They are retreating?"

Although the interrogative sentence is used, the expression of the black-haired wizard is quite certain-not defeat, not to escape; but retreat, and a prepared retreat.

Even if it was a retreat like losing a helmet, the Centaur army leaving the battlefield still did not see any confusion, constantly crossing the cover, and arranging the broken soldiers to block the "Balling Charge" of the Bayern Knights layer by layer, so that the troops of the Bayern Army always kept They cannot threaten their core formations.

"Are you going to chase, Lord Loren?" Asked Lusien silently, clutching the hilt in his hand and not raising his head.

"No, since the enemies retreat, let them retreat. Don't hurry to defeat them immediately." Loren shook his head and said with a deep voice: "Our first goal is still to save the Poi army ... Even if it is done, Won."

Despite this, Loren couldn't help but glance at his back, looking at the Bain fighters who had been scarred and exhausted, marching all the way and then immediately fighting;

Looking at the "Breakout Channel" stretched out of the soldiers' bones that stretched hundreds of steps behind him-in order to open this channel, from the peak of the peak, one quarter of the Rangers could never return Their hometown is gone.

The dark-haired wizard who didn't change his face, his pupils dim slightly.

It's not that I don't want to. It's that after the exhausted army of Byrne broke through, he really had no spare time to fight with the wind-like Centaur army.

What's more, in the face of such a cunning and powerful enemy, no matter how cautious it is, it is not excessive.

"... Let's first join forces with the main force of the Poi army."

With a deep sigh, Loren made the final decision, and the flag of the scimitar horse could already be seen in the distance, and the brigade cavalry of the brigade was approaching here.

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"Long time no see, Conqueror of Silver Helmet, respectable Duke of Loren Turin."

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I have seen a lot of knowledgeable and experienced elders, Master Harlemfan Ashamai."

On the battlefield full of corpses, the two of them under the guard of the knights looked at each other, and then they couldn't help laughing.

It was just that there was a trace of tiredness and desolation in the laughter of both people.

"How is it going?" Loren raised his eyebrows and asked first.

Master Harlem Van Ashamai sighed, with deep sorrow and sorrow: "As you can see ... Boy is no longer Boe's yesterday."

The dark-haired wizard frowned slightly, staring worriedly at the surrounding scene, guessing how terrible the **** battle was on that day.

A melee battle of 200,000 troops ... Even with the immediate reference, it is indeed not a scenario that can be "imagined".

"Five thousand silver armoured soldiers were wiped out, and hundreds of survivors were injured. Forty thousand infantrymen, more than half of the casualties, even one tenth of them were able to continue fighting." Master Azhamai calmly Said: "As for the 60,000 Hu cavalry, they most want to meet the enemy, and the casualties are the biggest ... more than 20,000 left."

Hearing this number, Loren sighed slightly: "Fortunately."

At least the time when I arrived is still timely ... If Poi's main force is wiped out, then there is really no room for recovery.

"Okay?"

The whispered Harlem Vatican Azhamai looked tired and calmly looked at the battlefield behind him: "Yeah, everything is okay ... Such a fiasco, and it is unfortunate that half of the army survives. ! "

Silent Loren, quietly be an observer.

"When we were ambushed from the back by the Grand Centaur, Grand Duke Laszlo Varna led the guard alone, and then never returned ..."

"The enemy seems to be aware of our tactical deployment ... After discovering that the back was attacked, Earl Seth Braha, who desperately killed the encirclement, led the silver armor to break through four times. "

Even at this moment, Master Harlemfan Achamai is still calm, and he can hardly see too many emotional fluctuations except his eyes, calmly elaborating a fact:

"... Ten days of siege, the Centaurs cut off all the supply lines. With the supply and supplies of the army, plus the rest on the battlefield, they can't support the cost of the remaining army, and there is no way to treat the wounded ..."

"... Although there are nearly 50,000 troops left in our army, three-fifths of them are seriously wounded, the weapons are badly damaged, the supplies are exhausted, and there are few war horses left ..."

Master Azhama raised his head and calmly looked at the black-haired wizard: "If you are going to counterattack the centaur now, I can only advise you not to expect too much from the Poi army to help you."

"Even this can be guessed?" Loren's expression moved slightly, his eyes flashing a little stunned.

“As you said, it ’s just a guess… you ’re so anxious to go north, it ’s not just because the main force of the Poi ’s army is under siege – even the friendship between the two principalities of Bayern and Poi is not worth your bet The act of life. "Master Ashamai said lightly:

"No, something must have happened before you were prompted to stop waiting, and would rather risk this war as soon as possible!"

The black-haired wizard was shocked and subconsciously blurted out: "You already know ?!"

"It seems that you must have made a special discovery in the battle of the Silver Helmet Mountain." Harlem van Azamal's eyes are extremely deep: "If I am not wrong, I am afraid ..."

"Potion of Holy Blood!"

The two spoke in unison.

"It was because of it that it caused the death and fiasco of Grand Duke Laszlo Varna!" Master Achamai said in a deep voice, staring sharply at the dark-haired wizard: "I heard of Red Blood Castle before I came The Rebellion of the Blood Church is afraid that these two things are not related, right? "

Loren nodded slightly, his expression also dignified to the extreme: "It's much more than that ... the problem is ten thousand times more serious than we thought."

Looking at the serious expression of the dark-haired wizard, Harlem van Azamal frowned: "So this is not a separate incident, or just a conspiracy behind the scenes, right?"

"When I was in Ebden, I had some dealings with a bishop of the Holy Cross called" Fansis "." Loren said: "You are very familiar with Master Corona. What is inside you It should be clearer than mine. "

"But even he ... is just a piece on the chessboard, which is more important at best."

"Fansis?"

Master Ashamai took a deep breath: "I understand that this matter must be notified as soon as possible to Albert of the Imperial City, which will be passed on to the Empire Cabinet and His Majesty Eckhart II."

"Corona ... He originally concealed the truth in order to maintain the relationship between the wizard tower and the church, maybe it was not a very wise choice."

Loren's eyes were extremely complicated.

On the night of Ebden, if it was not his eagerness to leave, if it was not his own "negligence", if he was not like Brandon, sit and watch the spread of the Holy Blood Potion ...

All of this could have been avoided.

At this moment ...

"Sir Loren—!" Luis suddenly exclaimed.

The black-haired wizard and Harlem van Ashamal both looked up at the same time and looked in amazement directly in front of the barracks of the two armies.

I saw the Centaur army that had been evacuated and returned. The dense shadows appeared at the end of their sight like a rolling torrent.

All of a sudden, the Bane knights who were finally relieved were tightening their nerves again, staring nervously at the enemies who had returned.

"Boy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Bien —----" The first gray pupil who reacted cried out with hoarse, his right hand had pulled out the blade of the waist:

"Array! Ready to meet the enemy, ready to meet the enemy-!!!!!!"

In an instant, everyone in the camp began to move quickly. Without command, the instinctive organization formation and line of arms began with only one slogan;

The exhausted Byr Rangers and everyone were wounded, and the yellow-faced skinny Boye Horse Cavaliers consciously formed a charge queue to prepare to block the enemy's first round of attack.

"and many more!"

Suddenly with a loud bang, the dark-haired wizard stopped the gray pupil next to him, who was about to rush to the front. The dark pupil stared at the front:

"Don't panic, the situation ... something is not right!"

At the end of his line of sight, the Centaur Army had stopped advancing; and in front of the dense formation, a figure came out.

Come towards them.