My Heroic Life

Bedwell controlled the rhythm at the tip of the entire team. At the beginning, the sound of horseshoes was sparsely shattered. He waited patiently until he traveled a certain distance at a constant speed. He began to accelerate gradually, and the knights behind him followed closely.

The speed of the horses was getting faster and faster. They ran wildly with their hoofs. The ground began to tremble. The hoofs sounded like a heavy hammer with a handle. The knights felt the pressure on the face increasing. They leaned forward and rode steel lances. In a flat move, he rushed towards the black and oppressed army, tenacious and unyielding.

With the acceleration of the war horse, the front arrow formation stretched slightly, and it was about to pierce the heart of the monster army, sending out a thunderous blow.

Bedwell's silver arm holding a spear radiated a dazzling light, guiding the riders behind him in the direction of victory. The huge magical power gathered into dots of silver dust, surrounding him like a heroic god who came out of myth.

"Charge! Charge!"

The knights roared loudly, and the advancing team was like a roaring dragon, and the leopard army's army was collapsing under this incomparable charge, melting like ice and snow.

The apostle elites in the front row are like razors, piercing deeply into the enemy's inner formation.In their turbulent field of vision, the enemy troops were getting closer and closer, panicking, and then the lance mounted on the side of the breastplate oscillated continuously. The sound of flesh tearing was so dense, and the huge reaction force backed up, they roared. Struggling to mobilize his magic power, looking at the silver light in the forefront, insisting on rushing forward until the tip of the gun is covered with dead bodies.

The knights in the back row raised their long swords, crossed their cutlasses, and rushed into the enemy's battered position. One by one, their heads flew up, and the flying beast blood stained the ground.

The leopard leader, who was nearly three meters tall, roared and rushed to the silver light that led the torrent. It was confident to resist the horse with brute force, but Bedwell did not give it a chance. The spear was moved straight forward, and the rotating star dust formed through the earth. The impact, like a silver dragon, roared forward and impacted, turning the Leopard King's blow into a bloody rain.

The front arrow of steel plowed the ground with bloody traces, then turned around in the distance, and rushed again to the collapsing herd.

Under the moonlight, the knight of the silver arm was unstoppable and invincible.

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ps: Cavalry charge is romantic!

Chapter 13 Unparalleled Knights (Part 2)

Demon Realm West Line, Wolf Howling Valley.

In the army, the long-haired young man with burgundy-red hair closed his eyes slightly, and his beautiful appearance was exciting to see.

His name is Tristan, a well-known and handsome person in the round table. It is rumored that even the goblin would care about his appearance when he saw him, and hid in the grass to tidy up his appearance.

In fact, Tristan has been on the cover of European fashion magazines several times, and every private photo can be sold at a high price online. In Yin Lan’s words, it is the lever of the Round Table Cowboy Group, but the reason why he didn’t One of the reasons for his continued development in the promising career of Cowboy is his strong strength, his martial arts is no less than the first knight Lancelot, and he is a rare bowman among the knights of the round table.

At this time, Tristan was playing the piano.

Or pull the bow.

His apostles were nicknamed spectators by Yin Lan, not only because of Tristan’s barracks, but also because of the scene in front of them.

Under the pale silver moonlight, a weapon shaped like a longbow and a harp, Feilnot, is responding to its owner with an elegant and slightly sad tone, and the invisible magic plays follow the sound of the piano. In contrast, the enemy is pierced in the distance.

In Yin Lan’s view, Tristan’s apostles only need stars to surround him like a moon to protect his safety, enjoy music in their spare time, and pay attention to the enemy by the way to easily win victory. , So it is called the audience.

Of course, this is only a joke after all, everyone in the British Army knows that Tristan's apostles are truly carefully selected.

At this moment, the gray rivers in the Wolf Howl Valley rushed together, countless werewolf warriors and giant wolves were attacking the human defense line, and on the front line, a famous apostle with a long bow was waiting for orders.

"Up Arrow!"

"aim!"

"Pull!"

"put!"

With a brief order, the neatly lined up apostles twisted their arrows and pulled their bows. Under the light of the magic light, the bows were like full moon and arrows, like meteors, and the cloud-like rain of arrows covered the front with a screaming sound. .

Divine Bow Team.

This is the name of this team, and it is also the pride of Britain. In this magical territory where the long-range attack effect is extremely poor, only the outstanding apostles with magic power can kill the enemy with bows and arrows, and the Divine Bow team has spent decades in Britain. The time to cultivate and select this type of apostle, into the existence of an organizational gathering.

And their leader is Tristan.

The archers divided into three teams alternately stepped forward, the deadly rain of arrows continued, and the werewolves fell in batches like cutting wheat under this attack.

"It's sad." Tristan said with a sad look at the upside-down battle situation:

"Even if it's Morgan bewitched, Mordred will rebel. Do I have to draw my sword to face the round table?"

No one can respond to the youth’s questions, only syllables came from Fernault, stirring the heartstrings of the people around them.

"But everything can be saved, Wang, please wait a moment, I will rush to your side."

The words are intertwined with the sound of the piano that has doubled the killing intent, like an invitation from the god of death, passing to the enemy in the distance.

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Devilland, Eastern Front, Ash Mountain.

Gao Wen is closing his eyes and resting.

For the fighters in the battle, the recovery of physical strength at night determines the outcome of the next battle, but for those who are familiar with Gawain, if he sees such a serious rest, he will think it is incredible.

After all, Gawain probably looks like a gorilla who never gets tired in the eyes of many Knights of the Round Table.

But now, it is rare for Gawain to close his eyes and rest up his mind, partly because he was impacted by the news of the rebellion from Merlin, and partly because he was waiting.

Waiting for the miracle of light and heat above the sky.

On the mountain range not far from the military tent, a green monster is entrenched here. Its wings are like a dome, its body is bigger than a giant, and its scales are as hard as steel.

It is the dragon species, one of the top fantasy species.

"Hohoho!"

It looked up to the sky and roared, its majestic and inviolable aura stunned the surroundings, the beasts trembled and bowed their heads, and the group of demons would also cover it.

It glanced at the human camp under the mountains, where the apostles clenched their weapons and were heavily guarded, ready to fight at all times. However, in its eyes, they were trembling, gathered together, and they could only linger under its majesty.

The apostles in the camp are indeed facing a great enemy, not because their enemy is a dragon seed, but a race at the top of the demon realm, but because the current time is night.

At night, they are cautious because they believe that during the day, their generals will be invincible!

Wait, just wait, no matter how long the night is, there will be dawn. When the sun shines on the earth, the horn of counterattack is about to sound.

The dragon is looking down on the mountain, looking down at the army formed under its command to gather. It is all the monsters in the vicinity, they are neatly arranged, and they are preparing to attack the human position.

"Roar!"

The order to start the war was issued, and the monsters were urged to advance, and then the two armies clashed. Driven by fear, hordes of monsters attacked the heavily guarded human barracks.

The apostles’ barracks are surrounded by defensive nets made of steel. Simple magic techniques can be activated by filling in magic power. At this time, the outermost railings are covered with monsters, but there are more monsters climbing on their companions. The corpse moved forward.

As time passed, humans gradually couldn't resist countless monsters, and began to shrink their defenses. One line after another was breached, one after another wounded were carried into the rear camp, and the dragon watching the battle roared joyfully, lamenting that the weak and the weak were not used It will turn into a corpse by hand.

Then it saw two beams of light.