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The spear pierced the conjurer's chest.

Black blood splashed around, like a blooming soul lotus.

Snow rode a strong Feilang and fought out from the pile of enemies, his stumps and broken arms were like weeds under his steel broadsword.

His eyes are still firm and steady, like an orange hearth...

There is no deflagration and boiling, but the heat can be felt.

Batley picked up the animal tooth knife scattered beside him, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a southern border horned soldier, who was slashing with his hand raised, his wrist was throbbing, and his footsteps were weak, as if the whole world around him was an enemy.

Snow's back remained in his mind, and strength was constantly squeezed out of his body.

In Batley's mind, Thornton Kaya wolf riders are strong-willed men, brave and fearless fighters.

And the higher the level, the more obvious similar advantages, the most powerful of which are a group of high-level tribes called "Heila".

Mon, fisherman, beast tamer...

They are all like the sun, exuding infinite charm.

It is said that this kind of thing was inherited from Ken Zhanjing.

Bartley has never seen a respectful battle banner, but he can't help but imagine... what kind of person the other party will be?

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Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry found Bartley fighting alone.

They responded one after another and formed a formation to support him.

The captain is a strong savage stonemason.

He was not good at words, turned around and took out a better spear from the carriage and handed it to Batley.

Everyone saw Batley's action of penetrating the conjurer and saving Snow just now.

"Alive, I will take you to find Snow."

The eyes of the stonemason are full of appreciation.

He took Batley and the cavalry who had just gathered together to attack the opponent's magic formation.

Although the heavy cavalry formation of the Southern Border Empire was fierce and terrifying, the threat of light shield walls and flaming rocks was much greater than that of living people.

Bartley's peripheral vision fell on Snow all the time.

He found the Commander going upstream, rushing up the hillside with his personal guards.

The barbarian explained in a low voice, "Snow, I want to talk to Bitullo."

Bartley finally understood the anger he saw in Snow's eyes just now.

The battle was so intense and the team suffered heavy losses, largely due to the command of Bituro, who was persistent in attacking the center of the enemy's position.

Bituro now feels like a deranged treasure hunter digging through rotting mounds.

Snow couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to rush up to him to argue.

Bartley and the others had another mission. Under the cover of crossbow arrows, they came into contact with the light shield array and wanted to disrupt the magicians of the city-state coalition army.

He had just pulled out the battle spear from a summoning puppet, but suddenly the red light flashing across the woodland caught his eyes.

The intuition in Bartley's talent exploded.

He trembled all over, and felt in his heart that a terrible disaster was about to come.

In a trance, another bright red light flashed, more and more frequently, until the whole mountain became strange, hot and restless.

Bartley and the other swift spearmen heard:
The souls of many creatures cried out in the grass and snow.

Those movements don't seem to be made by living things, maybe they are summoned objects, or maybe they are curses crawling out of legends, spreading in the wilderness, pressing every step of the way...

too frightening.

Fear crawled up his chest like man-eating ants.

"Something is surrounding the valley!" Bartley roared.

"The pack beasts to the north have been knocked over, something is destroying the chasm," said the leading wolf cavalry.

Their expressions were terrified, the weapons in their hands swept through the black smoke together, and they saw a clear thunder from the gap opened, and the mountain pass that the team was preparing to break through began to collapse.

"We're going to be trapped here!"

"Stop, light shield, trap."

The wild stonemason issued a warning, and the surrounding Fei wolves and other beasts roared.

He pointed forward again.

The army of the southern border city-state split to two sides, and then, at the place Batley mentioned just now, there was a red and black staggered cavalry rushing over the mountains.

Primal fear poured over everyone in Santon Kaya like boiling water.

Bartley retreated with the troops.

The sound of steel being twisted came from behind.

Countless ferocious beasts are squeezing the earth, and the hard and heavy steel seems to tear the curtain of dawn.

The violent heartbeat filled my mind, and I couldn't even hear other movements.

Bartley seemed to be beginning to understand Beddy, including the nightmares he murmured as he passed out, the muttering of...

Beast on fire.

A vicious rider.

"It turns out that what he said...the horrible scene...is real."

The eyes of the Thorn Kaya garrisons were wide open, as if they were shouting the same name.

Black, reason, iron, ride.

The barbarian pressed Batley's head and stuffed him upside down into the luggage box.

The thick iron shell can block most bows and arrows.

Bartley huddled in the narrow space, fighting for space with potions and gauze.

He could barely see a swaying sky, as if the whole box was being lifted up and running, shaken to pieces.

An arrow pierced the suitcase and lay across Bartley's face.

The steel exuded fiery magic, and the scalding air instantly burned his eyes.

He couldn't help howling, but covered his mouth for an instant.

The craftsman is trying to escape with himself, the outside is a hundred times more dangerous than inside the box, and the shouting will distract his teammates.

The appearance of Heili cavalry completely overturned the balance of the battlefield.

Horrific abyss behemoths appeared, roaring and destroying chariots and mounts.

They were truly colossal, with the spiked shackles around their necks the size of millstones alone.

Hundreds of Heili iron cavalry smashed the thousands of Thornton Kaya army into pieces with only a few quarters of an hour's perspective.

The key is that their appearance was too coincidental, like a red iron sword piercing the waist and abdomen of Thorn Kaya's troops.

Reminiscent of the behavior of the city-state army, it is not difficult to guess that there is a cunning commander behind this battle.

Thornton Kaya soldiers are still too immature.

From the establishment of the army to the short training, many people have not escaped from the status of exiles.

They took up the sword with the simple desire to protect their homeland, and now, the strongest legion galloping across the southern border appeared, making the "militia" in Santon Kaya realize the difference between the battlefield and fantasy.

A long-sharpened southern border knife cut across the slopes strewn with corpses.

Most people are running blindly.

Fortunately, the veteran had faced the Heili cavalry and still had a little courage, and the team moved closer to the foot of the hillside amidst shouts and death.

The Feilang cavalry and heavy armored warriors relied on the terrain to form a defense, and after exhausting their magical blessings, they barely blocked the impact.

The commander of the Heili cavalry is a non-commissioned officer with sharp edges and a heavy steel sword in one hand.

His steel gauntleted hand swung in an arc.

The ferocious and ferocious beasts obediently arranged their formation, and the city-state army was at his disposal like straw ropes, setting up lines of defense that were difficult to break through on both sides of the valley.

Nansen has only five hundred Heili cavalry under his command.

Beside him is a city-state army of more than [-] people, and opposite is the same number of Thornton Kaya mixed teams.

"The prey is under siege, and any excess casualties are a disgrace to the commander."

Nansen narrowed his eyes. Now he only needs to instill fear on the enemy, and then slowly shrink the trap...

to kill the prey.