At the moment of the dragon's roar, the mountains shook. The Miirnas said that the shadow of the dragon swept across the plains, and the wind brought by the wings would blow for a day and a night. Aloz spread her wings and was still a few miles away, but the wind was already raging through the forest. The triangular flags on the tips of the halflings' spears on the ice field whistled in the wind, but the darkness that gripped their hearts was endless fear.
"Dragon!" Someone screamed, and the neat team scattered in all directions on the snowfield. Kuwu saw that he could no longer control the team, and had to escape to the northwest with his Knight bodyguard. In the blink of an eye, Aloz had already flown over these tiny creatures. She lowered her head, and her huge shadow shrouded the team of hundreds of people. Her golden eyes reflected the scattered halflings. Based on her interest, she first chose the small team in the south. About twenty or thirty halflings rode ponies and were fleeing to the crystal forest on the hillside, but Aloz would not give them the chance. She lowered her head and spat out a mouthful of golden flames.
A large fireball fell from the sky and landed on the glacier, instantly engulfing the halflings who were still running away and turning them into ashes. The flames continued to burn on the ice, and even the ice was sizzling as it melted layer by layer, revealing the black igneous rocks below. These rocks that had melted thousands of years ago were once again turned into lava in the flames, and white steam rose up to tens of meters in the air.
The scorching flames seemed to have plucked at the little female dragon's excited heartstrings. She let out a scream, flapped her wings and pulled up high. The flames from her mouth were like a golden sword plowing through the glacier, burning all the way into the forest, turning the ice forest into a blazing pillar of fire. But it was not over yet. Her golden eyes locked onto another team, but this time she did not intend to continue spitting fire. Even a dragon could not spit fire endlessly. That was just the delusion of mortals in fairy tales about dragons. Aloz rose high like an arrowhead, and then swooped down on the team of halflings. She swept over their heads, and the strong wind she brought was like a sharp blade, blowing the halflings to pieces. Some of the Knights were even pulled off their horses by the huge wind pressure, hitting the hard ice and rolling for tens of meters before stopping. Their brains were already splattered.
Aloz looked at these unlucky fellows and felt even more pleased with herself, as if she had vented all her anger. She let out a crisp giggle in the air, but it sounded like a deafening muffled thunder to the ears of others. The little female dragon circled in mid-air and landed heavily on the glacier. She stretched out her sharp claws and grabbed the ice to stabilize her body. The huge impact caused her to tear ice shards out of the ice, leaving behind more than ten deep claw marks that were tens of meters long.
Aloz turned around and swept the halfling cavalry at the forefront away with a sweep of her tail. She turned around and stood in front of these little things, and stretched out her claws to slap away a rider who could not stop in time. Her sharp claws were like four of the sharpest steel swords made by the dwarves. With a light slash, the Knight's stomach was split open. Then she lowered her head and swallowed the little thing and the horse in one bite.
Dragons were not the embodiment of justice in any legends —
The Enhol halflings who belonged to Arreck seemed to have finally realized that there was no hope of escaping, so they angrily picked up their spears and attacked. Although they were as weak as children in front of the dragon, these halflings were not good men and women. They were first and foremost Arreck's private soldiers, veterans who had been on the battlefield and killed people. Both soldiers and civilians had died in their hands. Once on the battlefield, they were all desperadoes who did not care about their lives. It was just that even Undead followers might not have the courage to fight against a wyrm.
Aloz looked at these tiny creatures and could not help but yawn. She casually broke a few spears that were thrown at her, then raised her claws and slapped the halfling cavalry into meat paste one by one, as if she was playing whack-a-mole. When she slapped the seventh one, the halfling finally broke down, crying and running away.
When Kuwu turned around, he happened to see such a scene. Those were his clansmen. His heart ached, but he knew that those people would not be able to escape. The dragon was just a cat playing with mice. The wind whistled in his ears, he held the reins tightly, his body crouched on the horse's back, the surrounding scenery quickly receded from both sides, but he did not intend to retreat into the forest, but had been retreating north along the snowfield. The previous two teams were first targeted by the terrible dragon because they were in a hurry to retreat into the forest. Dragons were very shrewd creatures, but most mortals only remembered their barbaric side. But Kuwu knew this very well, so he led his Knight guard to escape this disaster.
He did not expect to survive this battle, but Kuwu knew very well that at least before he died, he must first find the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator, or at least seal the young frost dragon. This was the last thing he could do for Grand Duke Arreck. But things were not that simple. The big-eared Halfling turned his head, and a silver light flashed on the horizon.
The valiant girl on horseback was commanding hundreds of Knights to chase along the glacier. The Valkyrie was wearing Erouine's Knight armor, and two cloaks fluttered behind her like wings. Behind her, after experiencing the two incidents of the dragon and the Valkyrie, Cruz's Knights finally reluctantly accepted the fact that the girl had become their temporary commander. This had nothing to do with Freya's leadership ability, but strength on the battlefield could indeed determine a lot of things. Soldiers advocated force, and it was an immutable truth that only the strong could be the boss.
The Knights of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment rode on their gleaming warhorses, sweeping across the ice field like a rolling snow wave. Unlike the Halfling's ponies, these Valkyrie's hooves did not sink into the snow at all. It was as if they were flying on the surface of the snow, and their speed was incredible. Freya divided the Knights into echelons, forming a diagonal line from left to right. She commanded them to rush down the mountain forest, then advance north along the west side of the snow field, and soon caught up with the first fleeing Halfling cavalry.
"Luo Ji —! Everyone else, keep going, don't slow down! " The girl shouted, and her voice spread far and wide through the strength of a Silver Rank, echoing on the battlefield.
The name Freya shouted was the name of the female Knight with a somewhat thin face. This name made Luo Ji frown. The female Knight even raised her head and looked ahead, but did not answer. She felt a little awkward being commanded by Erouine's people, but as a soldier's nature of obedience, she still drew her sword and shouted, "Tenth echelon, prepare to attack!" The knights behind her responded in unison, and the sound of swords being drawn rang out for a moment. The Kirrlutzian knights raised their longswords high, and the bright blade refracted a continuous undulating line of flashing light on the snowfield.
Looking down from the sky above the snowy plains, a slanted black line was moving forward rapidly. It swallowed up a scattered group of fleeing soldiers and swallowed them into the left wing. The tenth echelon composed of Cruz's Knight slowed down, but the other nine echelons continued to move forward. Freya leaned on the back of her horse and looked back nervously, but she was satisfied with what was happening. The Knights of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment had high tactical literacy and almost perfectly executed her tactics.
Freya seemed to finally be relieved. She raised her head, and at this moment, the demeanor of the future Valkyrie seemed to finally radiate from this girl from the countryside of Bucce. Her eyes were shining, and she drew her sword and pointed to the front. She firmly ordered, "The third, fourth, and fifth echelons, break away to the east. The second, sixth, and seventh echelons, attack freely. The eighth and ninth echelons, take care of the rear!"
"The rest of you, follow me!"
Under Freya's command, the battlefield immediately changed. Cruz's Knight Regiment suddenly scattered like a pack of wolves, rushing towards their respective targets, faintly forming an encirclement. Although the enemy they had to encircle was several times more than them, there was a giant dragon chasing after these halflings. No one had a trace of fear in their hearts. What's more, they were the proud elites of Cruz. How could they bow down to Erouine's country bumpkins? Even if Aloz was not on the field, they could still proudly launch a charge against these halfling cavalry.
Freya's tactics were almost immediately effective. The halflings under Arreck's command were finally in trouble. These Cruz's Knight Regiment were much more purposeful than Aloz, who was more playful. They carried out the wolf pack tactics, like groups of winter wolves driving their prey forward and constantly killing those who fell behind. If a halfling cavalry tried to rush out of this net, the eighth and ninth echelon Cruz's Knight Regiment behind them would immediately kill all their hopes.
The battlefield was littered with corpses. Some halflings saw that there was no hope of escaping and had to turn around and launch a desperate charge. They were all fierce mountain people, but unfortunately, their opponents were also the best of Cruz's academies. Even if their combat experience was slightly lacking, the average strength of a lower Gold was enough to make up for any gap.
Almost all of the Cruz's Knight Regiment had some success. From the second echelon to the tenth echelon, they soon fell into a chaotic battle, but only Freya was still moving forward. She locked onto the team that fled far away at the front. She did not know that it was Kuwu and his Knight Regiment, but she was very clear that the other party must be an excellent commander. Freya had been paying attention to this team almost from the beginning. From the moment Aloz entered the battlefield until now, the commander's choice was almost always the best.
The other party did not make a single mistake.
Kuwu was fleeing north along the border of the glacier. The pony horse fully utilized its advantage in such a terrain. Wild ponies lived in the cold highlands and often had to pass through the ice gaps between the valleys to go farther to forage for food. Finding cracks in the glacier seemed to have become an instinct in their bones. On the other hand, Freya's Valiant Warhorse could float on the ice and move forward, but after all, it could not really fly. Sometimes a crack in the ice would kill everyone, so the future Valkyrie had to be cautious.
The two sides chased and fled, and in the blink of an eye, a distance of one or two miles flashed by. Undulating ridges appeared on the ice field. Freya frowned and was a little anxious. If they moved forward, they would rush out of the interference zone that prohibited communication magic. However, she was anxious and uneasy. Kuwu was also not having a good time. In his view, the horses of the guys behind him did not seem to need physical strength, and the mounts of his and his Knight Regiment's Knight Regiment's were already overwhelmed.
The winner must be decided in a short period of time.
This thought flashed through their minds almost at the same time.
Freya gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the reins, but Brund, who was beside her, could no longer hold back. Although, in all seriousness, he no longer had any prejudice against this commander, and it was difficult to talk about commanding in such a battle, but Freya had maintained the necessary decisiveness of a commander from beginning to end, and had not made any mistakes so far, which showed that she was at least calm enough and knew how to analyze, which were at least essential elements of a good commander. But like Freya, Brund also realized that if they continued to chase, their mission would probably fail.
"We have to find a way to drive them to a dead end." He shouted intermittently against the wind.
Freya was slightly startled, and then nodded. This was actually her own idea, but the terrain of the ice field was changeable, and how to choose the right one was a problem.
"Little Pero, we should go that way!" Brund turned back and shouted to someone beside him. Freya knew the young man, a top student who graduated from St. Eberson – this thin young man may not be suitable to be a soldier, but it was said that this person's graduation grades were high enough to make all the people who graduated with him jealous.
Freya was also an academic herself, and knew very well what this meant.
But little Pero shook his head, "The terrain of the snowfield is too complicated, and luck plays a big part. If you want me to tell the truth, I can only say that I can't tell. We can only bet on luck and see if Lady Martha favors us. "
He said so in the wind and shrugged.
Everyone's heart sank, but they also knew that this was not an excuse. "Knight Maynild," Brund turned his head to the other side again. He knew that this Knight was by Princess Erouine's side. Compared to Freya, Maynild was already famous as the best graduate of the first class of the Royal Knight Academy, "What do you think?"
But Maynild's expression did not change. She did not even turn her head, standing straight in the wind and snow like a javelin, and just replied faintly, "Listen to the Commander."
Brund choked.
But everyone's eyes had already fallen on Freya. The girl from the countryside of Bucce was slightly stunned, and subconsciously tightened her grip on the reins. She bit her lip, but did not say anything to refuse.
She raised her head and glanced to the northeast –
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