The gargoyles slid on the soft ground for more than ten metres before coming to a stop. This level of impact was nothing more than a scratch to these monsters, but it was enough to make Brando and his wizard squire fall to the ground.
The moment they landed, the surrounding nobles' private soldiers became excited and charged towards the river like a swarm of bees. Even though they were a disorderly bunch, the cavalry's charge was still frightening. The Shire shook his head as he got up from the mud and was shocked by the scene. He immediately asked, "My Lord, what should we do?"
Brando pulled his leg out from the mud and drew his sword. "Nonsense, make a wall!"
This was the most ancient and classic tactic used by Erouine's wizards to fight against cavalry. The tactics of the players grew from this foundation because it was especially effective against cavalry that lacked training.
The young wizard understood and pointed forward with the ruby. "Stop, counteract, wall structure —" Countless lines radiated out from the ruby in all directions, forming a wall. Then, all the lines disappeared, leaving behind a solid wall of air.
The nobles' private soldiers did not even realize what was going on. Only a small number of mercenaries who had experience fighting against wizards moved to the sides. Even though Makavu, the leader of the mercenaries, shouted for his men to change direction, no one could hear him due to the rumbling of the horses' hooves.
The first row of riders crashed into the wall of air, the horses kneeling on the ground while the riders flew out and crashed into the wall. Then, the second row crashed into the first row, the huge inertia causing them to squeeze together. Then, the third row followed closely behind. This time, the wall of air could not withstand the force and shattered. A large number of horse and human corpses rushed forward and slid to the feet of Brando and The Shire.
All of this happened in an instant. The frightening momentum caused Brando and The Shire to involuntarily take a step back.
Makavu cursed at the back. Someone like him who had been in the army for a long time knew that the first row of seven would not survive. Even the second row would be heavily injured. The third row was dizzy from the fall and would not be able to rejoin the battle for a while. Moreover, their horses were more or less injured.
How could he not feel heartache when he had crippled 20 to 30 people in one go?
The leader of the mercenaries couldn't help but spit on the ground. He casually bandaged his bleeding palm, then cursed as he pulled out his saber and rushed forward. There were still seven or eight cavalrymen on the battlefield, and they were all experienced veterans. He had to lead them to suppress the enemy until the infantry caught up.
This was especially true for that adept. Every mercenary knew what it meant to let an adept do whatever he wanted.
Makavu waved his saber twice to signal his men to spread out and surround them from all directions. However, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. These mercenaries were veterans of war, and each of them was at least a low-level Iron-ranked fighter. Yet, at this critical moment, they were cowering and trying to preserve their strength.
"Follow me! Attack together! "Although he was angry, Makavu knew that he had to motivate these people.
However, he didn't know that the young man opposite him had been observing him for a long time. Brando saw the Arreck horse galloping back and forth, and saw the Knight on the horse shouting loudly. He guessed that this was the leader of the mercenaries. He couldn't help but think to himself, 'It's not like I haven't fought with you mercenaries before. What's the point of being so secretive about your tactics?'
Brando spat as he turned his head and pressed on The Shire's shoulder. He pointed at the man in front and said, "I see that person. Use magic arrows to attack him."
The Shire quickly shook his head and said, "He's on a horse. I'm not that accurate."
"It's fine. You don't have to worry about magic. If you can't hit him with one shot, just shoot him a few more times. "
"That's not a problem."
Brando turned his head to look at the seven or eight Knight not far away. He pressed his hand on the Elven sword and forced himself to calm down. He looked up and saw that the leader of the mercenaries had circled behind the rider. As expected, he raised his saber and charged forward. He knew that the leader wanted to lead the others in a charge.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
But Brando was waiting for this opportunity. His sword flashed and a gust of wind swept out. Makavu saw the transparent ripple spreading across the ground. Even though he hadn't seen the royal court's swordsmanship before, he knew that danger was approaching. He decisively jumped up from his horse.
Just as he stood up, the wind from Brendel's sword swept across the four hooves of the Arreck's warhorse. The tall warhorse's entire body was bent over, and its four limbs were all severed as it rolled forward.
Makavu gasped in the air. He could only think of one word: Sword Aura.
But before he could finish his thought, a white light pierced through the air and pierced his chest. Then the second light hit his left shoulder, the third light hit his abdomen, and the fourth light brushed past his body. Makavu was forced to change directions three times in the air before his corpse was finally tossed far away into the sand and stopped moving.
This turn of events caused the seven or eight riders to pull on their reins. They weren't shocked by Makavu's death. But because of that Sword Aura. [Temple Knight?] The mercenaries' expressions changed as they guessed who that terrifying youth was.
"That was a good shot." Brando sheathed his sword.
"Hehe, it's all thanks to my Lord." The Shire replied with a straight face.
Brendel smiled and raised his head to look ahead. Although the enemy was now stunned, he was far from being able to relax. There were still more than a hundred nobles' private soldiers moving in the forest of spears behind him.
He exhaled and went through his plan again in his mind. He stared at the north and realized that the only chance to break through was in that direction, but he wasn't sure if he could grasp it. He could only point forward and order, "Gargoyle, Wstry (Witchcraft: Advance)!"
Brando thought to himself. [Since there's no attack command, I'll just use the movement command.]
*****
The Golden Apple Lord stood on the high ground and looked at the scene from afar. His face was as ugly as it could get. Even though they weren't elite soldiers, they were trained by him. Especially Makavu, who was a valiant general under him. Even though he was a little rough around the edges, it was an undeniable fact that he was strong in battle.
"The Highland Knight is indeed the Highland Knight. I didn't believe the rumors of the White Knight Regiment's strength, but now it seems like it's true." The industrialist Sir Burnley said with a smile.
"It seems like Earl Dunn is doomed this time. Let's see if that 'Tiger' dares to take this hot potato. But it's not good for us if he gets a dead man, not to mention there are still two women that we haven't seen yet."
"What I'm curious about is why he wants to kill that jester. If he's really from Bucce's militia, taking him as a hostage would be a better strategy. What a pity, I thought I could rely on a big tree. "Burnley pretended to sigh, but there was a smile in his eyes.
"Actually, it's not a good thing to be in such a hurry. There's still a lot to see between the royal family and the White Mane army. But this young man is either an assassin or he has other motives. If he didn't kill for the sake of killing, then I think there's something wrong with that sword. "The Golden Apple Lord held the reins and looked forward.
"That Elven sword?"
Just as he was about to nod his head, he saw his private soldiers in the distance move to the sides in an uproar, like a tide that could not be avoided. Startled, the Golden Apple Lord suddenly saw a gargoyle rushing towards him through the crowd. His words came to an abrupt halt as he subconsciously tightened his grip on the reins, intending to turn around. However, due to his nervousness, he exerted too much force, causing the warhorse to neigh and stand up.
"My Lord, be careful!"
*****
The gargoyle was above level 20 and its strength was equivalent to a level 1 warrior. Furthermore, it was known for its defense and flying ability. It was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep when it charged into the ranks of the nobles' private soldiers. Especially when it came to these gigantic monsters, the humans had an instinctive fear. After all, not everyone could recognize that it was the work of a Buga wizard. There were even some who shouted in fear, "Flying Dragon!"
Originally, Brando had expected the gargoyle to cut through the weak formation of the soldiers, but he knew that he didn't have much time. The nobles' private soldiers were only temporarily confused, and no matter how strong the gargoyle was, it wouldn't be able to fight against a hundred of them.
In fact, if the opponent was well trained, it would be a problem to fight against ten of them.
He had to spread the chaos and not let these people have time to stabilize themselves. Brando immediately shouted, "The Shire, follow me and cover me." As soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward. The gargoyle plowed a path through the crowd. The soldiers on both sides wanted to rush forward to block the path, but Brando swung the Elven sword forward with all his might. A gust of wind swept through the crowd like a scythe, and a row of seven or eight people in front fell down like wheat stubble.
The people behind were shocked and no longer had the heart to continue fighting. They quickly retreated, and at this moment, the path opened by the gargoyle became wider. If Makavu was still around, he might be able to suppress them, but now the nobles' private soldiers were like a group of dragons without a leader.
Brando and The Shire took the opportunity to pass through the Forest of Spears. As for those who wanted to follow after them, The Shire naturally wouldn't be polite to them. He still had two bottles of mana potion, and magic arrow was a cheap and useful spell.
Brando raised his head and vaguely saw a group of nobles standing on a hill not far away. His sharp eyes saw Sir Burnley among them and immediately ordered loudly, "Gargoyle, that fatty, ary (Witchcraft: Seize)!"
But before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a group of Knights charging out from the left side of the battlefield. These Knights were all wearing dark blue armor, pointed hats, and a set of silver breastplate with a white mane fluttering behind them. They were the light cavalry of the White-Mane Army.
At that moment, both sides on the battlefield understood that the 'Tiger' Luc Beson had arrived.
"Bacchus, Taron, take down that Madara spy!" Even in the midst of the army, Luc Beson's calm voice was clear enough to make everyone's heart skip a beat.
Just as he finished speaking, two tall Knights rode out from the left and right and charged towards Brando.
"Good timing." Brando snorted in his heart and activated [Charge], and in an instant, he flashed past the two of them. Bacchus and Taron were slightly startled, and when they turned around, they realized that the young man was already ten meters behind them.
Actually, it wasn't just them, most of the White-Mane soldiers were also startled. Bacchus and Taron were captains, and although their strength was only at the lower tier of Iron rank, they shouldn't be so easily shaken off, right?
Luc Beson's eyebrows twitched. [Charge? Is this young man related to the Sun Knight?] He immediately raised his right hand, "Austin, Schick, stop him!"
Another two riders rode out side by side. Even though most of the White-Mane soldiers were mounted infantry, the captains were still skilled in riding. They arrived in front of Brando in an instant, but what made everyone's jaw drop was that before the lower ranked soldiers could cheer for their captains, Austin and Schick were already sent flying.
Only the sharper ones could see that the young man didn't even stop, and when he passed by the two captains, he clashed with their swords, and the two captains' swords shattered at the same time, and they were sent flying back as if they had collided with a dragon.
"Power Burst!"
"Power Burst!" This time, most of them recognized it.
Brando didn't even care, he had already seen his gargoyle lifting that damn fatty up. That fatty was the only target of his attack, and also the key to escape.
But victory was in sight, wasn't it?
… …
(PS. Removed from the ranking in less than a month. Sad. Seeking consolation)
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