Shaman from Afar

"Almost, it's time."

Under the lead gray sky, the lonely eagle king said to himself.

In the distance, hundreds of thousands of monster troops have covered the slopes of the whole Blood Skull Valley. They are spreading their wings in batches and continue to attack the defensive positions of the defenders of the Blood Skull Valley on both sides.

In order to ensure the "force", the fighting power of these carrion demons has been reduced to the level that can only walk; let alone fighting, the only thing they will do is to see the enemy and pounce on it.

Without armor and shields made of ice, there are no weapons; these hundreds of thousands of carrion monsters are really worrying. Any one militia can kill seven or eight without any effort.

so what?

If ten does n’t work, then twenty, fifty, one hundred ... as long as there are enough, the difference in individual strength is not important at all!

What's more, carrion demons are not humans, they will not be afraid or frightened, and they will not flinch; with a single command, they can be swarmed up like a flood.

Less than 10,000 people dared to stay in the Blood Skeleton Valley, insisted on one day and one night, and repelled their offensive several times, even killing three apostles.

It's amazing, it won't be the Empire who blocked his dear little son, Rodria Azore, for a full month in Ebden;

Loren Turin and the Bayern ... I will remember you, and I will let your family and country, from the eradication of this world to the dross, remain completely turned into legends in scrolls and ruins.

In this way, express my esteem for your stupid courage and self-intelligent wisdom ... the greatest respect!

The King Eagle's eyes were full of pleasure, it was a pleasure to watch "the wise man fell into his trap".

Smart people are stupid, because the smarter they are, the more they like to challenge what they cannot do, and the more they desire to create "miracles."

The Eagle King also believes that if it is really a "war", this empire named Loren Turin may win.

Unfortunately ... it is not.

It is not a war, it is a snowstorm, sandstorm, heavy thunderstorm, landslide and tsunami ... it is a natural disaster!

The highest level of invasion launched by one world to another!

Me, the eagle king of Azores is not playing the war game of "one country attacking another country" with you.

I do n’t want your wealth, you do n’t care about your culture, I do n’t intend to enslave your people, I ... I do n’t even hate you, I do n’t despise you.

I ... I just want to exterminate you and kill you.

So, respected Lord Loren Turin, you and your subjects and loyal warriors ... are destined to die here.

Thinking that the expression of the eagle king here has slightly converged, he plans to proceed to this point, he does not think that the opposite Empire can change anything-the predatory evil **** apostle and the skeleton dragon have ensured that the enemy cannot have any means to threaten To myself.

"If I were you, I wouldn't let my guard down so quickly-this old-fashioned play has been played countless times in the past millennium."

Diabo ... The mean "Ender" said coldly in the ear of the Eagle King.

"Really?" The eagle king, who smiled slightly, turned his eyes to the highlands of Blood Skull Valley.

However, almost the next second, his expression suddenly became cold, and his pupils contracted as if they were aware of something.

Ears lingeringly echoed with the sneer of "Ender".

……………………

"You, are you going to rush directly over to the enemy's commander ?!"

Lan Marros, Earl of Lake City who finally understood, looked at the black-haired wizard with a shocked expression; the other's expression seemed to tell him that this was not a big deal.

"Yes."

"Just, just yourself ?!"

"Just myself."

Count Ramallos was shocked and speechless, and Count Regrel, the White Horse Peak, was stunned.

The floating city was destroyed, the two-line battle plan failed, and there was no reinforcement ... at this point, even brave people like the Bayern should consider retreating, but the duke ...

"My plan failed, all failed, the enemy is stronger than we thought." The dark-haired wizard's face showed a smile: "If you fight like this, I am afraid that only the whole army will wipe out such a ending."

"For reason, it's time to retreat ..."

The frowning Earl of White Horse nodded, and as soon as he wanted to say something, he saw Loren Turin stepped forward and started stealing.

"but!"

The dark-haired wizard's eyes were burning, as if something was burning in his pupils: "I'm not going to leave like this, I'm not ready to just admit defeat like this-yes, it takes courage to admit failure; so I plan to use the last stroke, Save my mistake. "

"what about you?!"

Facing the eyes, Regrel could not help but be shocked.

Loren raised his eyes and looked at the cavalry behind him.

"Imperials, we have no reinforcements, and we have no way out." The black-haired wizard continued to roar with a deep voice, "Now that there is only one way to end this monster invasion ..."

"Throughout the battlefield, find the culprit of this monster invasion and kill it!"

"I plan to do this, but I don't force any of you--because I promised you to take you home, I said it."

"This time there is no return, there may not even be one that can come back, or even a meaningless reckless move, so ... think of it, keep up with me!"

Thousands of people, a stretch of cavalry phalanx, silent.

Loren, who was alone, walked to the front, turned his horse, and raised the sword of "Dawn" with one hand, pointing sharply under the valley.

At the moment he rushed out, a loud horn sounded behind him.

"Woo —————— !!!!!!"

"Cavalry--, array--!"

The horn blew, and the war flags fluttered in front of the line. The Bayern Knights lined up in close rows, putting their shields in front of them, and the flag guns were held high.

The Count Regrel, who was clenching his teeth, and the Count Ramallos, who was excited ... Not only them, but almost all the Bayern and Boye's faces suddenly burst into an extremely excited look.

Suddenly, colorful swallowtail flags stood in the cold wind of ice and blood.

Hunting sounds like a sea of ​​flowers.

"Cavalry--, offensive--!"

In the roar of command after command, thousands of horseshoes hit the snow at the same time, followed by one battle flag after another, lining up and down the hillside.

Great tremor!

Rows of cavalry, like a straight "horizontal line", rolled up the snow behind the dark-haired wizard, rushed down from the high ground, and rushed towards the raging corpse demon frenzy.

When he saw thousands of cavalrymen lined up in a row, rushing down the gentle **** covered by snow, the King of Eagles was completely stunned.

They ... what are they doing, collective suicide?

Or do these imperial men really believe that with one charge, they can penetrate hundreds of thousands of monster armies and then kill themselves?

Are you crazy? !

"How?" The mean "Ender" sneered in his ear: "You just wanted to be in a hurry, do you feel a threat?"

"The battle of the trapped beasts." The eagle king's eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the "white line" from the high ground, expressing his disapproval.

"Fighting beasts?"

Diablo still sneered.

"Yes, because in addition there is no reinforcements, and they have no strength to fight again. In addition to being wiped out, do they have a second end?"

"Otherwise, do you really think that the imperial people can cut through the slopes covered with hundreds of thousands of carrion demons and stand in front of me intact?" The King Eagle asked.

"Not to mention that snow is everywhere on the gentle slope, and those cavalrymen will die in half before they rush down the mountain! Even if they can survive successfully, they will tear a path from the thousands of carrion demons smoothly. Blocked the carrion demons that threw at them after tearing open the front ... "

"The guy who survived in the end can still have enough power to block my blade?"

With a hum, the Eagle King shook his head.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident." Lymantes, the "wrecker" of the mouth, sighed: "If that Loren Turin can be recognized by 'his' and be able to defeat my apostle , And stole the most precious treasures of the Dragon King City from under the eyes of the 'Black Cross' ... "

"The ones you just said may not be difficult in his eyes."

The voice fell, and the expression of the eagle king was a bit ugly.

"boom----!"

There were no screams and no wail, the carrion demons who were knocked to the ground by the dark-haired wizard running wildly and shattered immediately, and the ones who escaped by the luck were cut into two by the sword of the dawn cut.

Loren rushed straight down from the high ground. He didn't even look at it. He lay directly on the saddle and crossed the "dawn" on one side. The Mithril Sword turned into a roaring "afterimage" and touched everything. The carrion demons all shattered.

No need to think about it at all, or even to take a look at it, just rushing down, he can kill hundreds of monsters, which is easier than in Silver Helmet Mountain.

The only similarity is that he still has to kill blood among countless enemies ...

"Bush, keep up with the Duke! We rushed over and we won this battle!"

A violent roar came from behind the dark-haired wizard, and the Count Lanmaros brandishing a flag gun had arrived.

"We will be famous all over the world, our family will be famous all over the world! The people of the whole empire will owe us a big relationship, and thank us for Dade for one hundred years!"

"Long live the Empire —————— !!!!!!"

The Bayern knights shouted uniformly, and the Poihorse riding warriors who followed him made the shout a little more fanatical, holding up the scimitar and wishing to dance.

"boom--------!!!!"

As the golden and red meteors falling across the sky fall, the thunderous burst of sound once again blooms in the Valley of Blood Skeleton with beautiful "flowers". .

"Organize more people at once to remove all remaining alchemy bombs and pyrotechnic agents in the floating city!"

On the hillside position to the west, Dalton Kander temporarily “stealed” the command of Earl Eckert, the wrath of the fortress: “All the soldiers, all went to help move the ballista and trebuchet, aiming directly below the mountain, Open the way for cavalry, open the way for your duke! "

The troublesome legionnaires are like a group of bear kids who just got their new toys; they do n’t know how to use these excellent projectile weapons except for fiddling, and the engineers who actually use them have already collapsed in the previous battles. It's almost dead.

"Ayin, please give it to you here." Dalton turned his head to look at the little wizard who had just appeared silent because of the death of Harlem van Ashamah.

He knows that his apprentice is desperately suppressing his pain, but he also has little time: "The dwarves with Silver Helmet Mountain command the soldiers to use the ballistas to cover the cavalry as much as possible."

As the words fell, instead of glancing at the smaller wizard, he turned his eyes to another young man with a bruised body beside the ballista: "Can I still fight?"

Lucian gritted his teeth and twitched his cheek without answering. He nodded desperately with his silver-grey pupils and looked at Dalton firmly.

"Then recover as soon as possible and stand up." Dalton's eyes were equally tenacious: "Loren Turin ... you need your strength very much now!"

"boom--------!!!!"

The roar of the explosion continued one after another in front of the charging cavalry. The golden red firelight like a flag was constantly passing over the array of charging cavalry.

As if where they charged, these terrible meteors would fly.

"This is hell, this is the **** promised by the Holy Cross to sinners!"

Regale, who was pale, screamed loudly, and the sword in his hand continued to slash: "Crazy, all crazy, we are charging towards hell!"

"No, we are marching into hell!" Count Rammalos shouted loudly, and the broken saber was thrown away by him, and he was replaced with an ancestral lance: "We are sweeping in the name of Holy Cross. hell!"

"There is a difference?" Regrel's expression was ugly ~ www.readwn.com ~ I wish he could stab him with a sword.

"Of course there is a difference-because we are not going to die, we will become the conquerors of hell, and all the demons and demons will surrender to the Iron Knights and Swallowtails of the Bayern Knight!"

"You mean the dead man's horseshoe?"

"No, because we can survive, because we are marching with the Duke; even if we die, the Duke promised to take us home!"

Regrell felt that he couldn't completely understand the stubborn lunatic beside him, but he couldn't help but refute:

"You madman, don't you understand? If you rush down like this, all of us are dead, do you understand?-The Duke took us to die with the enemy. Damn it! It ’s all set! It ’s set! "

"Understood!" Ramallos grinned:

"Now that we are dead anyway, let's go for a ride before we die!"