Shaman from Afar

The sky collapsed like an avalanche.

Standing on the front line of the Bairn Boye Allied Forces, Lucian looked at the billowing smoke in the distance, just like the avalanche of the northern ice sheet, and like the pouring tide, he couldn't help holding his breath.

Tens of thousands of Centaur troops stepped on their rolling hoofs, as if the dark shadows that covered the sky and swept over.

Overwhelming, unstoppable!

Feeling the movement coming from the soles of the feet, the sound of shaking the earth, the chest that resonated violently ... No matter how confident Lusien was, he didn't feel that he could resist such power.

That's right, it can't be stopped ...

If the formation of the Poi ’s army is complete, if the Baine army is still energetic and not a tired teacher, there may be a chance, but now ...

Do n’t say it ’s yourself, it ’s impossible for Lord Loren to resist it; it ’s no longer a battle, a centaur ... they are not enemies at all, they are not barbarians, they are not armies ...

They are natural disasters, the same natural disasters as the evil gods!

The dull vibration like thunder made all the sounds instantly eclipsed; the black tide that swept through, the picture in the field of vision became clearer and clearer.

"It's going to rush over, the barbarians are going to rush over--!"

A panicked cry came from behind, bringing the tranced gray pupil back to reality.

"Hold on, hold your ground, don't panic ..." Centurion shouted loudly in the roaring hoof, but his pale face and his roar of exhaustion made him look so unconvincing.

"Run, run fast, otherwise it's a dead end!"

"Nonsense, it's all here, where can I escape ?!"

"We are dead, dead!"

The soldiers panicked and shouted in panic.

The hoof roared and the earthquake shook.

The enemy in the distance is already clearly identifiable.

The sound of the sky was shaking, and the soldiers shouted in panic ... Lucien, who was breathing quickly, felt like he had returned to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain.

The same is the enemy of terror and ferocity, the same is the battlefield on the verge of death ...

"On the battlefield, the soldiers obey the command, not because they feel that if they listen to the command, they can survive ..." Suddenly the indifferent face of Crown Prince Connold emerged in his mind:

"It's those slogans, movements ... As early as training time and time again, they are carved into their bones during the escape on the battlefield; when they hear the voice, they instinctively know what to do."

"On the battlefield, the soldiers don't know what to do; give them a command, the goal ... it's your responsibility!"

Luisen raised his head violently, and his silver-gray pupils turned grayish blue again.

"Five hundred steps-!!!!!!"

The sudden cry made the surrounding soldiers turn their heads and look at the figure shorter than the shortest soldier.

"Five hundred steps, the pike phalanx is ready--!" Lucien snatched the black lion flag in the hands of the flag officer with one hand and shouted with exhaustion:

"The enemies will first hit our fronts and form defenses!"

"Front array, lift the shield! A gun--!"

The roar echoed among the soldiers, and the soldiers who had just been helpless looked at each other, and subconsciously began to gather under the banner of the 100-person team; follow the instructions and organize the formation according to the requirements.

"Come on, move it, don't bother!"

"Hold the gun steady and press the back end into the dirt!"

"Come closer, come closer, do you want to die ?!"

"It's all standing! If you want to live, the shield is resting on your shoulder!"

In the noisy cries, the coalition soldiers quickly reorganized the formation under the orders of officers and veterans, and were no longer disturbed by the sight in front of them. They organized a defensive front.

"Three hundred steps-!!!!!!"

The gray-faced young boy with a dignified face shouted again, trying his best to raise the black lion flag in his hand:

"Defend the shield! Crossbowmen, ready to fight back!"

This time the coalition soldiers did not hesitate anymore ... With the sound of the bow string collapsing, the arrow rain rose into the air, whistling toward the charging centaurs line.

Three hundred and fifty steps ... Even if it is a projectile, the bow and arrow cannot have any effect; but even if it is hit, it cannot cause any obstruction to the enemy, just for the purpose of stabilizing the military.

With the roaring horseshoes, what appeared in the eyes of the gray pupils was a screaming battle. The "reloaded centaur" with armor all over the body ... After crushing the counterattack of the coalition, it rushed to the front again.

Gray pupil stared at his enemies.

These centaurs are like Bayern knights, sharp knives used by the enemy to tear through the front ... If they can't stop it, the entire defensive front will collapse in an instant, leaving no room for counterattack.

On the contrary, if it can be stopped, even if it is still defeated, it can win time ... Let Lord Loren and Ain and their injured soldiers and the main force evacuate ...

"Two hundred steps-!!!!!!"

Pulling out the mottled dragon knight's gun from his left hand, Lusien shouted with all his strength:

"Stop them-!!!!!!"

No words or shouts, it was the uniform movements of the soldiers that responded to the gray pupils.

The spear is like a forest!

The clamoring heavy and heavy Centaurs lifted the long-handed axe in their hands, and the burly and strong body was covered with black and worn armor, and they were murderous.

In the sound of the order, the soldiers behind the shield wall were carrying the shield with their shoulders, and the strength of the whole body was pressed on the barrel of the gun, waiting for the last moment of the attack.

Do not flash or avoid, do not hide or escape;

Face to face, hard to touch!

"One hundred steps-!!!!!!"

boom--!

At the same time that the gray pupils roared, the surging "black tide" had knocked down the front of the pike phalanx.

People back up!

Shocked Lucien's eyes widened ... He saw the Centaur in heavy armor, which was not inferior to the charge of the Byr Knight.

In the terrifying loud noise, the defensive front confronting the front, the square array infantry in the first three rows collapsed instantly; the spear broke, the shield was broken, the scream of dying and the roar of brave confrontation ...

Everything is completely submerged by those dark centaurs!

In the face of the powerful wave charge of the enemy, the solid shield and the gun array are like a thin layer of paper, torn and torn apart, there is no room for resistance;

Even the barely surviving fighters had no time to hide from the next layer of defense after losing the protection of the shield. They were trampled to the ground by the horrible figure and turned into broken flesh under the hoof.

But their charge ends here ...

Reloading the armor and speed of the Centaur gives them unparalleled impact, but this power is also a double-edged sword; it can not only defeat the infantry front, but also make their armor more vulnerable than paper.

"puff--!"

With the help of the centaur's charge, the heavy lances in the hands of the Phalanx infantry penetrated its neck instantly, and the huge impact instantly shattered his neck bone, and his head fell.

Even if they survived, facing the long spears like Lin pierced from the front and the left and right sides, apart from being pierced through the chest and stabbed to death, they had no other ending.

The charge in the second row came as planned; even though the front-end Centaurs were almost completely destroyed, they were still rushing towards the front of the pike phalanx ... just like that, almost paving the way with corpses, constantly on the front Tear one gap after another.

Seeing that the gap was getting bigger and bigger, the gray pupils did not hesitate to throw the heraldic flag to the flag officer next to him, withdrawing the second blade from the saddle and rushing towards the battlefield.

The Bayern knights who followed him also followed closely, holding their swords in two hands and attacking from the gap between the squares.

After the Bain Knights entered the battle, the defensive front that had already begun to shake, immediately began to stabilize;

The reloaded Centaurs, or "Undead Warriors", who have been restrained from charging, can no longer tear the coalition's defense like a bamboo; even their special physiques that have been corrupted by the Holy Blood Potion, have been prepared by the Bayern Knights long ago. In front of us, they can not achieve the desired effect.

Looking at the gradually stabilized situation, even knowing that this was only the first round of the enemy's charge, Lucien couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Maybe, I really can block the Centaur ...

Maybe, this battle ... can you really win?

When some kind of almost extravagant thought suddenly appeared in the mind of the gray pupil ...

"Ahhhh-!!!!!!"

Suddenly startled, the dumbfounded Lucien froze in place.

The situation changed suddenly.

The Centaur who was still fighting him ... "The Undead Warrior", suddenly threw away his weapon and strangled his throat, screaming with a broken heart.

Not just him alone, the surrounding centaur warriors suddenly wailed and collapsed to the ground one by one, like a drowning man, crazily and convulsively twitching.

This, what's going on ... are they poisoned?

Some inexplicable gray pupils stood at a loss and looked at this very sudden and weird scene ... not only him, but also the surrounding coalition soldiers stopped, their expressions varied.

For a time, the battlefield suddenly became "quiet" ... I could only hear the wailing and screaming of the centaur warriors who were paralyzed to the ground, and then they were killed by the centaurs who charged in the back row.

But even if he rushed up from behind, he has n’t been able to "persist" for long, and he has n’t even confronted the coalition forces. He has already collapsed to the ground, twitching and crying more than once ... like a rolling "black wave" on the battlefield. Successively fell into a film, silent.

Looking at the sudden scene in front of him, no one dared to step forward, just stared in dumbfounded.

"Lord Lucien?"

A Bayern knight came up with courage and tentatively asked, "What should we do, we should ..."

Knight Byrne wanted to say "Kill them", but the situation seemed to be no longer in trouble.

"No, don't act rashly first." Holding back the doubt in his heart, the frowning gray pupil waved his hand: "The whole army retreated, reorganized the front, and then sent someone to tell the duke about this, maybe ..."

Before he had finished speaking, Lucien, who had accidentally glanced at something, turned back suddenly, his pupil shrunk!

…………………………………………

The corpses, stumps, and plasma all over the place ... as if hearing "commands", they moved quickly on the ground, converging towards the defensive positions attacked by the Centaurs in the distance.

The coalition soldiers who had never seen such a weird scene froze in place, staring at the plasma on the ground "swimming and tumbling" like a dark red stream among the grass, flowing in the heap of corpses; from them He walked quickly under and around his feet.

"Move" together and even the corpse warriors who had just been "killed" by them again, and the robe that had just died tragically; the wreckage of the broken arms also seemed to be "resurrected" one by one. Gagging, weird to the extreme.

Even if it is beheaded, smashed, and torn into pieces, piece by piece; the broken bones, the intestines and organs dripping on the ground ... can jump flexibly. Even if it is penetrated by a spear and nailed to the ground, it will "shatter" itself, moving randomly and quickly.

During the whole process, no soldier tried to do anything, and even the Boi Warriors and Bayern Knights who were able to face the wrecked soldiers were standing at the same place like a frightened child at this moment, and they did not dare to move. Move it.

They looked at it all in shock and terror, watching it completely beyond what they could understand.

"Loren, this, this is exactly the same as Ebden ..."

The pale pale wizard suddenly remembered something, and his blue eyes looked at the black wizard in horror.

"Yeah." Loren gritted his teeth and frowned. "This should be ..."

"Blood sacrifice-!"

Mixed with the voices of fear and consternation, Master Harlemfan Achamai quickly walked in and said: "I heard Corona talk about it before. I didn't expect that this ritual of forcibly breaking through the barrier of the physical world and summoning evil spirits Deposit ... "

"These don't matter!" Loren interrupted him violently, snarling urgently:

"There are now more than 50,000 of our troops here, of which more than 30,000 are wounded soldiers of the Poi army, and Lucien is still taking the last troop to buy us time;

If before the centaur crushed the front ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ if these 30,000 people could not be evacuated from the battlefield before the blood sacrifice was completed, all the sacrifices would be completely in vain, and all of us would die here! Master Ashamai! "

"Okay, let me go now!"

The serious-looking Harinfan Achamai did not hesitate, immediately turned to the flag officer and ordered the retreat personally; the guard soldiers who had just froze in place also moved, followed by the master Achamai The horn of assembly.

But at the next moment, the change came into being.

At the moment when it happened, Loren only felt a familiar cold and immediately looked back in amazement.

Damn it, it didn't seem to be so fast last time? !

But reality is always cruel-huge shadows, so abruptly appeared on the endless prairie, like the roar of the beast, and like the wailing of the dying man, made a deafening, thunderous sound .

"Loren ... Turin ----- !!!!!!"