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"No, it's too dangerous to charge into the formation. Let's do this, you call Yanis over. If she can't charge, just command the army here, and I'll charge into the formation."

Roland was really worried about Yanis' physical condition, but Feilin was right. Even if she couldn't charge, it wouldn't be a big problem for Yanis to insist on command here.

He raised his hand and fired a milky white flare.

He has the signal to summon Agnis, and only he can dispatch her.

After waiting for a while, Yanis finally arrived.

Seeing her reluctant appearance when she got on the high platform, Feilin felt a little sad.

The daughter of light who was once on par with her is now so weak?

She had some resentment in her heart, always feeling that Yanis was lazy and left all the work to him, but now it seems that she misunderstood.

Yanis climbed up the high platform with difficulty, biting her lip and stood in front of Feilin.

"What do you need me to do?"

She asked softly without any nonsense.

"Yanice, how long can your physical strength last?" Feilin looked at her worriedly.

"Charging for three minutes, standing here and commanding should be able to hold on until nightfall."

"That's enough!" Feilin nodded with a smile, told Yanis the situation on the battlefield, and told her her plan to personally charge into the formation and kill the enemy commander.

After Yanis listened to the plan silently, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Let me go."

Feilin glared at her angrily and said angrily: "You just said you can only charge for three minutes. Are you in a hurry to die?"

"Oh, I just lied. I can last a long time."

Feilin was too lazy to pay attention to Yanis and directly handed over the choice to Roland.

"Roland, you make the decision."

"Felin and I charge together."

Roland raised his hand to stop Yanis's protest, "This is an order!"

Although the command of the war is given to the two saints, they will not use chicken feathers as arrows. The final decision-making power still remains in Roland's hands.

Yanis nodded, took the golden sword and the command flag that represented the command, and said in a deep voice: "I will use the command flag to guide you in the direction of charge. Please be sure to cut off the battle flag, the blue flame battle flag is better than their command Officials are important.”

Roland and Feilin understood what she meant.

The battlefield is chaotic, and a conspicuous flag can guide the direction of the entire army and boost the morale of the entire army.

The soldiers were besieged in a corner of the battlefield, and just one look at the handsome flag gave them the courage to persevere.

Once the commanding banner is cut off, the soldiers will be confused, struggling, and desperate, not knowing who they are fighting for.

Not everyone knew Udall, but the soldiers knew the Blue Flame Command Banner.

After discussing the details, Roland and Feilin led [-] Elf Guards and [-] Dark Temple Knights to launch a desperate charge to kill the generals and capture the flag.

The more people rushing into the formation, the better. Too many people will make it impossible to display flexibly.

In order to successfully charge into the formation, the person leading the charge must have strong combat effectiveness and courage. If the person leading the charge is weak, charging into the formation will be a farce.

Secondly, you also need an excellent sense of direction. To find the key figures in the dense enemy formation, it will definitely not work if you get lost in the rush.

Finally and most importantly, rushing into the formation requires hundreds of millions of bits of luck.

If you are unlucky, you will stumble before taking a few steps and become a prisoner on the spot.

Roland has all three of these points.

The charge was dangerous, but he was confident.

Seeing his confident look, Feilin reached out her arm, put her arm around Roland's shoulders, and said softly:

"Close your eyes and I'll give you a powerful blessing!"

Roland's heart trembled, thinking of the saint's kiss that Agnis gave him.

Actually have the opportunity to touch the soft lips of the Dark Saint?

Of course he would not refuse this kind of BUFF.

After looking at Roland's expectant expression, Felin bit her lip and leaned forward, then bit down hard.

"what!"

Roland screamed and hurt his neck before the battle started.

"Are you a vampire? Why do you bite people?"

Roland was speechless.

Feilin's cheeks turned red, and she lowered her head and murmured softly: "I'm sorry, I am a pure saint. Although kisses can bring blessings, I can only pass them on to you through blood."

It turned out to be the case.

Roland smiled to show his understanding.

He touched the wound on his neck and put his fingertips close to his nose. A faint fragrance loomed. Is this the smell of blessing?

Feilin is so generous, and Roland will not be stingy. He also added three powerful BUFFs to Feilin.

[Power of the Barbarian Bull], [Wild Fury] and [Will of the Rock]

He is an elegant magician, and with BUFF, he will naturally not bite like a vampire.

These three powerful BUFFs cooperate with each other to increase Feilin's defense and attack power, and can also increase her movement speed and shooting speed.

With all her strength, speed, and defense fully activated, it’s time to watch her performance.

After making all preparations, Roland saw the flag signaled by Agnis.

"I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

Agnis didn't know what to say, so she could only wish Roland good luck.

This is a charge with no return, and a considerable number of soldiers charging will die on the way to the charge.Their only way to survive is to kill the generals and capture the flag, causing the enemy to collapse.

There is no such thing as retreat or escape, only forward, forward, keep moving forward!

Roland was wearing a golden battle armor, and his whole body was glowing with dazzling light, instantly attracting the attention of many people.

In the sky, the masters watching the battle in the airship stood up one after another and looked at Roland in surprise.

Roland had just used the magic cannon to destroy the old goblin's super wood-cutting machine, and instead of playing steadily, he launched a desperate charge.

Is this crazy?

Just as everyone was looking at each other, hearty laughter shook the windows.

The big barbarian man gave a thumbs up and shouted loudly: "This is a game for the brave. The more you fear death, the more likely you are to die first. I like this guy."

Chapter 145 The Ambition to Fall into the Battlefield, Death and Life

No one echoed the savage's words.

What the barbarian says after thinking about it can basically be ignored.

"There's only half a month left, is it necessary to be in such a hurry?"

The strong fox man frowned in confusion.

His words were supported by many people, and several peak sixth-level experts directly asserted that Roland was in a hurry and would probably lose this battle.

The strong fox man Fox De said with a smile: "By the way, does anyone else want to bet? If no one makes additional bets, the game will be closed in 5 minutes, and the winner will be announced soon."

After hearing his words, several strong men threw their chips casually, laughed and cursed, and placed their bets on the goblin camp.

Someone else asked tentatively: "Old fox, can I switch to the goblins?"

"That won't work. This is a business where you are willing to accept defeat. The odds you bought at that time were three to one. If Roland wins, you can win six sacred objects. This is a bloody profit."

Listening to Hu De's impeccable answer, the strong man who had bet on Roland smiled and shook his head and stopped talking.

The two standard holy objects he invested in Roland seemed to have been wasted.

Although the two standard-level holy objects won't hurt him, they will make him feel distressed for a long time.

The trading value of a standard-level sacred object is less than one-twentieth of the Holy Maiden's Battle Flag, but it is a sacred object after all.

All lost.

The strong man who was sure he would lose shook his head and lost interest in continuing to watch the battle.

It's painful to lose money, but it's even more painful to make mistakes and be chased and ridiculed by these old guys.

Just when everyone was placing their bets on the goblin camp and Fox was urgently revising the odds, the human strongman Farrow, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up, took off his sword, and slapped it heavily on the table.

"One Holy Sword Bahamut, crush Roland!"

Hu De's face changed.

He had just adjusted the odds, correcting Roland's odds of winning to five to one, when Farrow placed the bet. Wouldn't this cost his life?

With a grimace on his face, his fox ears drooped, he said tentatively: "Farrow, do you really want to play such a big game? Just to save your face, please hold back a little less."

"Stop talking nonsense, you can either refund my previous bet, or accept my raise at the new odds."

Hu De's originally droopy ears suddenly stood up.

He put away the holy sword and said with a smile: "Since you don't want this sword, I'm not welcome."

Farrow glanced at him sideways and sneered: "You can keep it for me first and return me five high-level sacred objects tomorrow."

Hu De felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he could only accept it bravely.

Money back is not possible.

Even if you lose five holy swords and holy objects of the same level, you cannot retreat.

If Roland wins, he will lose at most one-tenth of his net worth.If he sets a precedent for withdrawing bets, will his market still be open?

He could only bite the bullet and pray that Roland would lose the war.

After placing bets, the strong men cast their gaze downwards and continued to watch Roland charging into the formation.

......

A strong wind blows in the face, and the goblin coalition's main formation is getting closer and closer.

Seeing the goblin formation as thick as a red ocean, Roland's heart beat faster and faster.

Adrenaline was secreted crazily, and the intense excitement made his fingertips tremble slightly.

Riding a horse and charging is a romantic scene that many young people have imagined.

But people who are in it will never feel romantic.

A rain of arrows flew across the sky, and even the sunlight was blocked and dimmed slightly.

Roland yelled angrily, raised his left hand high, and the Holy Light Shield appeared out of thin air, quickly grew in size, and protected the three thousand charging soldiers under the Holy Shield.

Blessed by the Holy Shield!

As long as Roland doesn't die and the holy shield doesn't break, no one can hurt his teammates.

The "ding-dong-dang" sound was like hail hitting the wall, making a crisp sound.

Except for the two unlucky horses whose horses were shot, no other cavalry was injured.

The goblin formation fell into deathly silence.

The archers didn't even notice the officer's order to fire a second round of volleys. Only a few people fired the second round of arrows, sparsely like a misty drizzle.

The Elf Guards and Dark Temple Knights laughed wildly, taunting their enemies loudly.

The distance of [-] meters passed by in a flash. The goblin archers' arms were weak and they could only fire two volleys at most in such a short distance. The second round was weak due to low morale.

In the first round of confrontation, the goblins were completely defeated.

Seeing that Roland had already rushed towards him, the frontline general gave a new order with a livid face.

"Archers, stand down!"

"The infantrymen lined up with guns raised!"