Brando pulled out the Thorn of Light and pointed the leaf-shaped Elven sword at the battlefield. He ordered his Knight to prepare to enter the battlefield. They were more than seventy meters away, but they did not charge straight down as expected. The riders tightened their reins and kept their horses at a slow pace. More than fifty riders crossed a small forest and appeared in the vision of the skeleton soldiers from the other side.
The Black Knight, Xassar, felt troubled. He could not help but urge his horse to trot forward, waving his black steel sword as he shouted behind the skeletons.
"Turn! Turn! You idiots!"
"Third and fourth row, put down your spears! Quick! Maggots! "
He cursed viciously with a hollow, hoarse voice as he divided the skeleton soldiers into two groups. One group went to meet the self-defense team led by Freya, while the other group went to restrain the human riders that suddenly appeared on the other side.
The spears were raised and then put down with a clatter. The first row pointed upwards, while the second row went over the shoulder blades of the first row. A forest of steel was formed.
Brendel's expression did not change as he looked at the cold spear tips. He seemed to be used to the tension before a battle, and there was not a trace of fear on his tense face. He was just adjusting his breathing so that it could adapt to the upcoming battle.
He looked at the group of skeletons and felt that this scene was no different from the game. They were annihilating a squadron of Madara, and the commander was similar to a wandering elite monster of the same level. In the past, he had gained a lot from this kind of activity. Most of the squadron leaders in Madara's undead army had the strength of a middle or upper Iron-ranked, which was about level 20 to 30 in the game. If the settings were not changed, he might see secondary magic equipment of level 20 and above.
The Elven Sword in Brendel's hand was always pointed at Xassar's flank. It was like a restriction, ordering his knights to maintain a slow pace, following a tangential line and slowly turning, getting closer and closer to the side of the skeleton soldiers' formation.
His calmness gave Xassar a headache. At first glance, the Black Knight knew that his opponent was a seasoned cavalryman and an experienced cavalry commander. Seasoned cavalrymen worked together with infantry to achieve victory. By constantly forcing the opponent to change their formation, adjust their direction, and look for gaps to effectively kill them. A newbie would only charge forward without any hesitation and end up with a bloody head.
Xassar had already ordered his skeleton soldiers to follow Brando's direction by a hundred and twenty degrees. The skeleton soldiers turned sluggishly, and it was very troublesome to rearrange their formation. It required his entire squadron of eleven liches. Sometimes, the Black Knight was worried that the thin line behind him would not be able to stop Freya's self-defense team.
After the skeleton archers fired their fourth volley of arrows, they began to shoot freely.
The militia that came down from the mountain was already within ten meters of them. These militia consisted of civilians, light infantry, and mercenaries. The first row was made up of people from different regions. Most of them were Bucce, some were Arreck, and some were Highlanders. These young and middle-aged people had varying degrees of fear and nervousness on their faces.
They breathed out white fog in the cold night, forming a wall. Everything behind them seemed to be blurred.
They were holding wooden spears or Madara's Nether Steel Longswords, and all of them gripped them too tightly, causing their movements to become stiff and deformed. Their breathing became erratic, but they were pushed forward subconsciously by the people behind them.
Right in front of them was a sea of white skeletons. The undead would never be afraid, nor would they be excited. One by one, they remained motionless, holding their spears with both hands. There was no joy, no sadness, and no thought. Only the orange flames of the soul burned in their empty eye sockets.
But it was this kind of enemy that was terrifying.
The girl with a long ponytail was anxious as she looked at the enemies. The future Goddess of War knew that if she let them go, she would be the first to collapse. She gritted her teeth and turned her horse around. Then she raised her sword and pierced into the gap between the two sides like a flash of green lightning.
That was the transformation from a militia to a female Knight. Freya's mind was blank at that moment. She did not think about anything else. She only knew that she wanted to win, she wanted to help Brando, and she wanted to walk down this long road with everyone.
The thorny forest formed by the spears came into view. It was densely packed.
"Freya!"
Romaine carefully hid at the top of the mountain. Of course, no one knew that she had snuck out. But when she saw Freya's risky move, she could not help but widen her eyes in shock.
Then she suddenly heard a dispute behind her. The Roman was stunned. She turned around and saw the girl who seemed to be called Sue snatching a horse and jumping on it. She then rushed all the way to the battlefield.
So she knew how to ride a horse too.
The Roman lay on the rock and thought that riding a horse was interesting.
Freya gritted her teeth and raised her steel sword. 'Clack, clack, clack!' Every spear that was aimed at her was deflected into the air. She rode her horse and charged through Madara's frontline, causing the skeletons to retreat one after another.
But she could only deal with a small number of them. The spears passed through the line of defense. The Feather of the Wind lit up and circled around the ponytailed girl's half-body armor. It was about seven millimeters thick and was enough to cut through most of the attacks.
But there were still some that escaped. Two spears burst out from the forest of thorns and hit Freya's breastplate, leaving a white mark on both sides. The other spear pierced into her waist, and red blood gushed out like a fountain.
Freya grunted and cut down the spear with her sword. Then she gritted her teeth and turned around, leaving the battlefield from the other side. Behind her, the self-defense regiment and the undead army of Madara had collided. The spears of the skeletons were lifted up high by Freya, and they were forced to retreat. But when they collided with the Militia, they were unable to withstand the huge force and were forced to retreat.
He was shocked when he felt the line of defense behind him crumbling. He thought that his undead army would be able to hold on for a while and buy him some time, but he did not expect it to collapse so quickly. He turned his head and saw the female knight wearing the sky-blue elven armor. She was focused on encouraging her subordinates, the White-Mane army's light infantry, and the mercenaries to form a torrent that continued to advance forward. They continued to advance forward and open up a bigger path of victory.
The black Knight could not help but take a deep breath. If he had enough liches, he could have reorganized the formation. This was one of the main characteristics of the undead army. But now, he was focused on the other side. Brando and his Knight were eyeing him.
Thinking of this, he was shocked. He turned around and saw that the group of human knights had adjusted their direction and were facing him. The knights gradually got closer and their horses began to trot.
Brando raised his sword.
The 50 Knights behind him raised their swords.
"Kill!"
"Erouine will win!"
The earth rumbled as the knights roared into the forest. The rocks on the ground trembled as if they were dancing.
However, the skeletons that were slowly retreating from behind were messing up Xassar's formation. More than a dozen liches were surrounded and helpless. He chopped down a skeleton soldier that blocked his way and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Let's go!"
"Flatten the spears!"
Brendel was as fast as a black meteor. He lowered his body and swung the White Raven Sword Art forward. The wind pressure from the White Raven Sword Art was like a scythe that swept across the first and second rows of skeletons, causing them to fall to the ground. He then let go of the reins and raised his hands. His thick leather gloves emitted two soft blue rays and deflected the two rows of spears that were heading towards him.
Then, he and his horse crashed into a group of skeletons. A few skeletons were sent flying by the huge horse.
It looked like a dangerous scene, but in fact, Brando's Dexterity had reached 4.3 OZ, which was several times that of a normal human. The skeletons' movements were as slow as snails in his eyes. The gap of a few seconds was a huge loophole that he could easily exploit.
"Protect the horses!"
With Brendel's loud roar, the entire cavalry crashed into the forest of undead spears. The first and second rows of skeletons fell to the ground, and the skeletons behind them retreated and squeezed together with the liches who were supervising the battle.
The mercenaries were very skilled. They deflected the spears of Madara's undead and cut into the enemy's formation. They used the momentum of their horses to penetrate the back three rows of skeletons. Then, they tried their best to move aside and let the second row of skeletons crash into them. Madara's formation was pushed back again and was on the verge of collapse.
In the first charge, only two or three Knights fell off their horses. Most of their horses were injured, but they could still fight their way out with their Iron-ranked strength.
It could be said that Brando's charge was a group of Erouine's sergeant-major rank and above. The impact was so great that it was beyond his expectations.
Although the attack did not penetrate the two-hundred-strong undead army, it almost pushed them to the brink of collapse.
Even Xassar could not believe that he had lost so quickly. The Black Knight saw two necromancers casting Veil of Darkness in front of Brendel's army, but Brendel ignored them as though he did not see them at all. Half of the necromancers' bodies fell to the ground in front of Xassar, burning with white Holy Flames.
Another Lich tried to hide further away and use Decay, but he was cut in half by the young man's backhanded sword from seven to eight meters away. The Lich fell on his back.
Brando turned around again and swung his sword down. The Elven Sword passed through the skeletons, and the skeletons around him fell apart. White flames rose from the incomplete skeletons. The sacred flames connected as if the light of heaven surrounded the young Knight. The demons danced and turned into ashes in an instant.
It was as if he was walking on flat ground in front of an army of ten thousand.
Everyone couldn't help but gasp with their mouths agape.
Brando raised his head again and locked his gaze on the Black Knight, Xassar.
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PS: So sad, are the Mi people complaining about that half-zombie (I wipe my tears) …
Also, before the work is released, let me first explain: the unit of energy level is' oz ', not' z '. Fine, if you want to blame someone, blame this stupid font. It has nothing to do with me.
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