Battle cries came faintly from the other side of the mountain.
Knights in heavy armor were climbing to the top of the mountain step by step. They looked up, and through the gaps of their metal masks, they could see the boundary between the knife-edge cliff and the sky. White mist gushed out of their mouths and intertwined in the cold air. From time to time, there were stones rolling down the mountain stream under their feet, making crashing sounds.
The armor of these Knights was very different from the heavy and practical armor of the Cruz people. The surface of the armor was shiny and covered with beautiful lines. Under the metal plates were thick fur for warmth. Every Knight wore a long white cloak. Under the cloak, the cross and wild rose patterns on the breastplate appeared and disappeared with the Knight's steps.
The Knights kept turning back to grab their companions. They moved forward in the steep mountain like a thin black line.
Step by step, their line of sight gradually ascended until they passed the peak of the mountain. A gust of wind swept over, blowing their cloaks up. The knight walking at the front subconsciously grabbed his own cloak with a backhand grip.
The earth-shattering battle cries were heard.
All the sounds on the battlefield seemed to have been magnified a thousand times in an instant. The long sound of the bugle horn and the thumping of the war drums seemed to have struck their hearts. The army was like a flood, rolling like thunder.
The battlefield at Ordos Mountain Pass was fully displayed in front of everyone. On the open slope, the only remaining Knight of the Cruz people were attacking the black mass of the Crystal Cluster army. Layers of deep purple flashes appeared in the "ocean" from time to time, wave after wave, like a gale sweeping across the sea.
Looking down, the entire battlefield at Ordos Mountain Pass was completely intertwined. The black and red torrents separated each other. All kinds of flags fluttered in the ocean and were swallowed by waves from time to time. The colorful aristocratic coalition army was collapsing, and the heavy infantry of the Cruz people were like the mainstay of the entire battlefield, facing the repeated attacks of the Crystal Cluster army. They were like a rock standing in the middle of the raging waves.
The only hope of the Cruz people was their heavy cavalry. They hoped that the heavy cavalry concentrated on the right wing could completely defeat the army in front of them before the main force of the Crystal Cluster army arrived.
However, there was not much time left for them.
The Knight looked up. Thick clouds hung in the sky. On the land where the gloomy sky connected with the horizon of East Metz, a black ocean was spreading as far as the eye could see.
He opened the metal mask, and the moonlight reflected in the depths of his eyes, sparkling.
The Knight turned around.
The Knight behind him had already raised a flag.
The silver swallow-tailed flag was raised high in the strong wind.
A shadow flew over everyone's heads and spread its wings. Its bony wings were more than 20 meters long. Together with the black-armored Knight on its back, it swooped down into the valley.
One after another, bone dragons flew out from between the steep peaks. They flew above and above the Knights, and their shadows constantly streaked across the mountaintops.
"Should we believe them? Master Rodrigo? "
The Knight shook his head. "I've never believed in the cunning creatures of darkness, but we can't control them now. Carry out the orders of His Holiness the Pope."
"Blow the horn!"
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Vahina could not remember how many times she had killed her way into the enemy's formation. Although she was a student of the Legion Commander, she was not in a better state at the moment. Her body was covered in blood, and almost all of it was her own. She did not know how many wounds there were under her armor. When exhaustion came, the secretion of adrenaline began to decrease. The pain came like a tidal wave, and cold sweat began to seep out. The biting cold wind from the mountain pass blew, and it was bone-chilling.
She had already thrown away her magic spear. It was left on the body of a medium-sized Crystal Cluster. She could not pull it out. The spear pierced through the monster's core and directly nailed it to the battle formation. She then switched to her own sword to fight the Crystalline Sparks. After killing two small Crystalline Sparks, the fine quality Glimmering Longsword also broke with a clang.
A Crystal Cluster pounced on her.
She roared and used all her strength to stab the broken sword into the pupil of a Crystal Cluster. The Crystal Cluster let out a sharp cry and fell back. However, after losing her sword, she was immediately faced with a desperate situation. The surging Crystal Clusters overturned her Earth Dragon. She lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. Then, the Earth Dragon toppled over. The young lady of the Flower and Leaf Collar screamed and felt that her legs immediately lost feeling.
Tears gushed out of her eyes uncontrollably. She knew that her leg was broken. Fortunately, the Drake did not completely crush her. Otherwise, this creature, which weighed nearly ten tons, would have killed her in an instant.
But it was almost the same.
Vahina looked at the Crystal Clusters that rushed at her in despair. Her legs were crushed under the Drake's body, and she could not pull them out in a short time. Her companions were already far away, and the Knight would not stop on the battlefield. Only death was left for her.
"Sister —"
She seemed to hear her sister Elise anxiously calling her name in the army. But how could that be? It was so far away, and Elise could not see her in the chaos.
Even if she saw her sister, how could she hear Elise's voice? The Heavy Knight's frontline was at least a few miles away from the Buga mages.
But when she heard her sister's voice, she could not stop her tears. She struggled to straighten her body and looked at the back of the battlefield in despair. It was as if she wanted to see her sister, her brother, and her father there.
I'm sorry, I'm going to die …
At the last moment of her life, the first thing that appeared in Vahina's mind was her mother's pale and gentle face. Then, that face disappeared into the darkness, replaced by a face full of heroic spirit that was calm and composed.
The razor-sharp claws tore through her armor in an instant. Vahina felt herself flying high into the air, as if everything in the world was spinning. She felt as light as a feather, as if everything was weightless.
Then, she felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Her vision seemed to be covered by blood, and a heavy wave of fatigue swept over her.
Then, darkness.
Cold, silent darkness.
"Damn it, country bumpkin …"
… …
Veronica's face was gloomy, and she grabbed Elise's arm tightly. The latter cried and called out her sister's name, but soon, her voice became hoarse, and she only had the strength to cry.
She watched as her sister's figure was drowned by the crystal clusters. Her small body seemed to have lost all strength in an instant, and she knelt down powerlessly, kneeling on the cold sand.
The female army was expressionless. As the commander of this war, she could not show the slightest sign of wavering. But Vahina's accident was like a sharp sword that pierced straight into her heart, and her lips were a little pale.
At this moment, all she could do was gently help Elise up, and quietly hugged the crying little girl in her arms. She did not say a word, and waited for the Heavy Cavalry to bring the final result of this battle.
Whether it was hope or despair.
Elise wailed in her arms.
There was not much time left.
The Crystal Cluster Army was coming from the direction of Mehotofen, and the tremors on the ground could be felt from more than ten miles away. Small stones jumped on the ground as if they were indicating something.
The light cavalry reserves of the Cruz people stood on the mound silently, and rows of Knights were looking back on horseback. Between the rolling hills in the sky, there was a faint black line.
The nobles' faces were ashen.
Many people were looking back, and the mound shook for the first time, and some people had already collapsed on the ground.
Veronica hugged Elise quietly, and for the first time, she did not draw her sword on the battlefield, and the knuckles of her hands were a little pale. After decades of military life, she actually felt her hands trembling, because this war was destined to bury the fate of the Cruz people.
"Late King Gilt, what did we do wrong?"
"Why are you punishing us like this?"
Some people had already questioned the wind with grief and indignation.
"It's over, it's all over, the Empire is finished!"
Some people were desperate, but some people's hearts were full of heroic spirit. Little Pero looked sympathetically at Elise, who was crying so hard that she was almost exhausted. He also felt some pity for Vahina's death. She was a good girl, but he did not think that such a death was worth sighing over, because it was the rightful end of a Knight.
Unlike others, he witnessed the desperate and tragic battlefield in front of him, but there was not much fear in his heart. There was only boiling hot blood and full of fighting spirit.
What was there to fear about death? A glorious battle, to be buried in horsehide, was the warrior's way home.
Thinking of this, little Pero strode to Veronica and said loudly, "Her Excellency Legion Commander, Master, order the Light Cavalry Legion to attack, we have no chance, we can only seek survival in death."
He said firmly, "I am not afraid of death, but I ask for a battle!"
Veronica turned back and looked at him. Little Pero was the son of Sir Loston. He was once a member of the Folded Sword Knight Order, and also fought side by side with Brando and Freya during the Battle of the Deadly Frost Forest, but after that incident, he stayed in Erouine because of the eldest son of the Emperor, and his identity was also removed from the Folded Sword Knight Order. At this moment, Veronica appointed him to replace the dead Viscount Loska as the commander of the Light Cavalry Reserve, because she valued his outstanding talent for cavalry command.
And his fearless courage.
"At least the Cruz people have courage." Veronica replied.
Her voice was carried far away from the battlefield by the wind.
The Light Cavalry Legion, which was still somewhat restless, turned solemn, and the people on horseback looked sideways, as if they had gained courage and strength from these words.
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