The Original Vampire

When Colin first saw the Marquis Garcia personally lead the Black Cavalry into the battle, he couldn't understand it.

Because this kind of behavior is too risky, a bad one. If the coach is killed, captured, or injured and cannot continue to command, it will also make the army lose its backbone in an instant, and the next situation It also lost the room for transfer.

But after personally commanding the black cavalry, Colin suddenly understood the reason why Marquis Garcia took the lead in every decisive battle.

The master is the courage of an army, but also the soul of an army.

At the beginning, Marquis Garcia took the lead and charged ahead, which was extremely terrifying to the morale bonus of the Black Cavalry under his command.

More importantly, once the morale of this terrifying army is stimulated, it will be invincible and unstoppable. There is no need to worry about the frustration of the charge and the damage to the master.

Colin was also deeply infatuated with the feeling of leading the Black Cavalry into the battle after trying several times with his own immortality.

The indulgence of shattering the enemy's formation like breaking a bamboo is as addictive as nicotine.

At this time, a thousand black cavalry dismounted and fought, but under Colin's personal leadership, they still showed a daunting aura, rushing towards the dwarf's position like a sharp arrow from the string.

Because Colin was wearing bright armor, and there were people around him holding the handsome flag. This time let the soldiers of the Golden Lion Army know that Vera's husband, Viscount Anglia, had already personally entered the battle.

As a result, the morale of the soldiers of the Golden Lion Corps was immediately stimulated.

The situation on the battlefield has changed almost visibly with the naked eye, especially when Colin led the Black Cavalry to forcibly tear open the dwarf’s first line of defense in an almost unreasonable manner, as if toppled the first domino. domino.

For a while, the army of dwarves began to retreat step by step.

The fighting entered the most tragic stage. The river beach was already covered with corpses, and the river water was completely dyed red. Unknown fierce fish in the water jumped out of the water excitedly, enjoying this **** feast.

The retreat of the dwarf front army squeezed the robes in the rear uncontrollably back together, but back again, it was a turbulent rushing river.

Seeing that the situation was about to collapse, General Tumu, whom the Marquis Dawson had placed high hopes on, stood up.

"No retreat! Follow me, forward, forward!"

boom! boom! boom!

Tumu picked up the giant hammer in his hand and hit the ground repeatedly, knocking out deep pits.

The huge shock wave spread everywhere, disrupting the formation of the enemy and us, but it also blocked the impact of the Golden Lion Legion.

Tumu's violent posture also immediately attracted Colin's attention.

Although he has always believed that unless in the sanctuary, the role of high-level professionals in a war is limited, but in the case of evenly matched, the terrible combat power of high-level fighters can greatly boost morale and even reverse the situation.

Therefore, Colin immediately targeted the dwarf warrior.

Tumu also saw Colin with bright armor not far away. Although he did not recognize Colin, he also knew that this was a big fish.

So, he roared wildly, took heavy steps, and rushed over like a steel monster.

Colin also sneered, holding swords in both hands, and greeted him without fear.

Bang bang bang!

Tumu's footsteps are getting heavier and heavier, and the footprints behind him are getting deeper and deeper, as if his weight has been rising continuously as he charges.

In the end, the whole land seemed to tremble constantly with his footsteps.

But Colin didn't have the slightest fear, nor did he dodge any.

One hundred steps.

Fifty steps.

Twenty steps!

Closer, closer!

Colin had clearly seen the bloodthirsty smile on Tumu's face.

But in the next second, he stopped the charge abruptly. This transition from extreme movement to extreme silence made the opposite Tumu slightly stunned.

But driven by inertia, Tumu could no longer stop.

There is no need to stop.

In Tumu's view, this human general was persuaded.

But at such a distance, whoever counsels will die!

Tumu laughed wildly and raised the sledgehammer in his hands, as if he had seen Colin's head smashed by him in the next second.

boom!

Tumu took the last step, his body leaped high, and the giant hammer in his hand smashed against Colin like a meteorite falling from the sky.

However, at this moment, a huge figure suddenly rushed out from behind Colin.

His whole body was shrouded in black armor, with no skin exposed. He held a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right. He stood like a towering mountain in front of Colin.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

Tumu's giant hammer slammed heavily on the armored man's shield, and the heavy steel shield was even deeply sunken.

The huge impact caused the armor man's legs to sink deeply into the mud of the river beach, but his body was as stable as Mount Tai.

Tumu's eyes flashed a trace of astonishment, and a touch of solemnity.

But the next moment, his face was instantly covered with horror.

Because a long spear pierced like a lightning dragon from behind the huge shield like a water dragon, and Tumu, who was still in mid-air, had difficulty avoiding it anymore.

Huh!

The spear pierced Tumu in midair.

Under the severe pain, Tumu let out a beast-like roar, and then ignored the serious injury he had suffered, and smashed the sledgehammer down again.

boom!

The already broken shield couldn't resist the bombardment of the hammer again, and instantly turned into countless flying iron pieces and scattered.

And under the terrible inertia, the giant hammer slammed heavily on the helmet of the armor.

The helmet deformed instantly, and blood poured out like a fountain.

However, the armored man didn't seem to feel any pain. He waved his spear and smashed Tumu into the ground, and stepped on it.

Tumu only felt that his armor was groaning and groaning overwhelmedly under the opponent's giant feet, but he noticed just now that a little dark green skin was exposed under the opponent's twisted helmet, and a terrifying glance. Fangs.

The opponent is a troll warrior!

Tumu is full of doubts, how could the troll help the Golden Lion Army?

"Surrender, I will give you a decent." Colin's indifferent voice sounded.

"Bah!" Tumu spit out blood, disdainfully, "There are only dwarf warriors who died in battle, no surrender..."

Bang!

Colin kicked Tumu heavily and knocked him out.

Tumu's fall was a fatal blow to the morale of the dwarven army.

Before the Marquis of Dawson crossed the river, this fifth-order dwarf warrior was the backbone of the South Bank dwarf army.

At this time, seeing that the tough and incomparable General Tumu was trampled underfoot, life and death unknown, panic immediately began to spread among the dwarves.

And when the battle is in the heat, such a panic is fatal.

On the side of the Golden Lion Corps, the morale was greatly boosted. The soldiers dared forward, forward, and then forward. Under the tide of offensive, the dwarves had to retreat step by step.

But this retreat will only make their situation worse.

Because behind them is a turbulent rushing river.

Although there are more dwarves coming to the south bank along the pontoon, they can't have much influence on the situation at this time.

Because they have been blocked by the friendly forces trying to retreat, they can't play the true role of the new force at all.

Only make the river beach position more crowded ~ www.readwn.com ~ more chaotic.

To make matters worse, the gathered army of dwarves has become a living target for the Golden Lion Army archers, and the arrows that fall like a torrential rain are harvesting the lives of the dwarven soldiers with extremely high efficiency.

"Go! Go forward!"

"Can't retreat! Can't retreat anymore!"

...

The dwarven officers screamed hoarsely, trying to regain their weakness, but in this case, the individual's strength was so pale and feeble.

Sometimes, it is not the soldiers who want to retreat, but they have to retreat.

Under the collapse of the front line, the dwarves have been compressed into living space, and they are unable to carry out orderly replacement and rotation.

The army behind could not rush forward, the army on the front line was exhausted, and the large-scale defeat was unstoppable.

Puff, puff...

Dwarf soldiers have already begun to be squeezed into the water.