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"What's the commander of Madara doing?" Valerie, the Knight Captain of the First Cavalry Brigade, was also thinking about this question. She looked up and saw that the skeleton army was doing something strange on the other side of the battlefield. The army was slowly turning around, but their movements were so slow that they looked like a dying old man. It was almost impossible for them to turn around and attack before the cavalry arrived. Madara's left wing was still directly threatened by Erouine's two cavalry brigades. Valerie could even tell that even if her attack passed through them, they would not be able to turn around in time to surround them.
This was a great opportunity.
However, Valerie saw that the skeleton army was spreading out, as if deliberately making a path for her. If this scene happened to a human army, then according to the description in the cavalry manual, the enemy would have already collapsed, and the only thing left to do was to drive them forward like ducks. However, the female Knight Captain had a strong sense of vigilance in her heart, because in front of her was an army of the undead, and it was impossible for the undead to collapse in morale, unless something happened to the necromancers who were driving the skeletons behind.
Could it be that someone was attacking the Madara army from behind? Just as this thought flashed through her mind, something suddenly appeared in her field of vision, and it immediately made her heart sink.
She saw that behind the opening, a few tall figures suddenly appeared. They were not the clumsy corpse monsters or the crusaders, nor were they the Black Knight with a burning soul fire under their armor. They were some strange riders, like skeletons riding on horseback. They were covered in heavy black mail armor and wielded long spears. The warhorses under them were also bony, and their whole body was covered in tattered armor. At first, a few of these riders appeared, but as the opening became bigger and bigger, their numbers gradually became terrifying.
Valerie's eyes widened in surprise. She saw a whole cavalry behind the dense skeleton archers. It was definitely not the Black Knight, because it was impossible for there to be so many Black Knights. The skeleton riders were next to each other, and the front was almost a mile wide. It was dark and gloomy, like a city wall. "Slow down and change direction!" Valerie's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp needle. She suddenly understood what it was — the Skeleton Knight. Madara had a new type of troop that they had never seen before.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded from the other side of the battlefield. Valerie glanced over and knew that Vance had also seen those strange riders. Their reactions were very fast. Although they didn't know how strong their opponents were, one thing was certain: they had more people than them, and a lot more. If the skeletal riders were able to keep up with them, it would be a disaster for the White-Winged Cavalry Regiment even if they were extremely weak.
This was because even though they were sharp, they were also weak. Once they were held back by the tens of thousands of skeletons, there would only be one outcome.
That was to be defeated and turned into one of those monsters.
After losing their cavalry in the Grinoires Passage, there would be no defensive forces from the Silverman Valley to Kurkel. This meant that the entire Grinoires Passage was open to Madara. Valerie was drenched in cold sweat. She didn't dare to imagine what the outcome would be. It was almost a replica of the War of the Black Rose, and it might even be worse because the Southern Legion was still in Ampere Seale. If the Grinoires Passage failed, only Karsuk would be left in the Southern Territory.
The White-winged Cavalrymen were clearly aware of their situation. These experienced riders turned around one after another. The two cavalrymen turned extremely quickly on the battlefield, but in Valerie's eyes, it was so slow that it made her anxious. She saw the skeleton riders start to speed up, and the whole army was so uniform that it looked like a huge machine. At this time, the female Knight captain finally realized how terrifying this cavalry unit was. Then she thought of another bad news, which was that this cavalry unit might be like the Black Knight. They didn't have to worry about the endurance of the war horses.
Her heart suddenly turned cold.
At this time, she could only place her hopes on Walter's command. But what made her very uneasy was why the commander still hadn't given the order to retreat. Was he planning to bury the entire White-Winged Cavalry unit here just to prove how terrifying Madara's army was? Valerie anxiously turned her head and looked at the hills in the north, hoping to see the expected signal. Unfortunately, the north was silent.
At this time, a sharp whistle suddenly swept across the sky above the battlefield. Everyone couldn't help but look up and see strange flying creatures flying over their heads.
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The town was in a sea of fire. Looking around, there were blue flames burning everywhere. Other than that, there were also the destroyed White-Winged Cavalry unit or the garrison's temporary defense line on the streets. There were corpses everywhere, wearing the militia uniform, the White-Winged Cavalry uniform, or the same garrison uniform as him. The only thing they all had in common was that they were all covered in blood and had stopped breathing. Ivan's gaze only lingered on these corpses for a short while before he slowly walked past these areas. A small group of garrison members were following behind him. He had just learned that their instructor had died in the hands of the monster that flew to the church steeple first. And he also knew that the monster's name was Dreadwraith. But there was even worse news. It was said that Bucce's first cavalry unit had been completely destroyed in the street battle. Commander Portland had also been killed. Now, the first cavalry unit only existed in name. The remaining people were like the people following them. They didn't have the will to fight, and the only thought left was to survive.
Just a moment ago, they were filled with passion and wanted to fight for Erouine. But although the ideal was beautiful, the reality was too cruel for them to accept. They were almost immediately taught a cold lesson.
The only thing that made Ivan feel a little relieved was that Ronnie's carriage had already left the town before the battle began. It was said that the White-Winged Cavalry was fighting outside the town, so she and the rest of the family should be able to reach Svenfano safely. But what would happen after that, even he himself didn't know. There were so many skeletons in Madara, and the town was almost filled with those monsters. Now, the young man was very doubtful that they could defend the town.
The group of people were like fleeing beggars as they walked out of the unfamiliar town. They didn't go far before they were stopped. There was a fierce battle happening on the only street leading out of the town. Ivan quickly identified the two sides of the battle should be Madara's skeletons and the town's militia. It was basically a one-sided massacre. When they arrived, there was no one alive on the scene. The lich was awakening the fresh corpses. The soldiers who were fighting for Erouine a moment ago were swinging their swords at them with blood all over their bodies.
"It's Rolla and the others. They're all dead." One of the guards said with a pale face.
Ivan's expression changed as well. These militia were the townspeople that he usually saw all the time. But now, they had turned into something else. He couldn't help but glance at the sneaky lich on the other side of the street and clenched his teeth.
"How unlucky, there's a lich!" Vice-captain Ma Dong spat and pulled out his sword. "We have to think of a way to kill it so we can continue moving forward. You guys think of a way to attract the attention of those monsters. I'll go cut that guy. The lich's power is on its staff. As long as I can catch it off guard and cut off its arm, then this battle should be easy."
Ivan looked at him and felt that he wasn't so optimistic. "Be careful." He reminded. "Pay attention to this area. There were at least three to four small groups of militia. This is the only way out of the town. They're in charge of covering the rear."
"So what?"
"The instructor told us that a lich can lead ten to twelve skeletons. It can't kill so many people."
"That's not necessarily true." Ma Dong shook his head. "These militia have no fighting power in this situation. They're not professional soldiers like us."
Ivan saw that Ma Dong didn't listen, so he could only shut up. He turned around and gestured to the others, indicating that they should attack together with him to attract the lich's fighting power. The distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters. In fact, he wasn't too worried about a head-on battle because they had more people. The lich could only summon two or three corpses in a short time. Ma Dong was right. The militia's fighting power in this kind of situation was greatly reduced. Sometimes, they could even be killed by a few skeletons because they were already scared out of their wits. But the skeleton archers hidden in the burning building caused them a lot of trouble. Almost half of their casualties were caused by these two skeleton archers. Fortunately, although the battle wasn't going well, at least the lich's subordinates fell one by one. At this time, Ma Dong finally seized the opportunity. He quietly passed through the shadows of the other side of the building and approached the lich without anyone noticing. But when he pulled out his sword and was about to make the final strike, a sudden change occurred.
"Ma Dong, be careful!" Ivan suddenly shouted. He was worried about Ma Dong's plan, so he was always paying attention to that direction. When he saw that Ma Dong was about to make a move, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky.
This scene was too familiar. That was how their instructor had died.
Ma Dong reacted at the last moment, but this deputy captain of the guards had no time to react at all. With a loud crash, a gigantic creature had already descended from the sky, bringing countless tiles with it as it landed on him. It grabbed his shoulder and its sharp claws pierced through his collarbone and shoulder armor, lifting him up from the ground. Ma Dong let out a painful scream. At this time, the others finally saw the monster's appearance. It looked a little like a shrunken skeleton dragon. Its body was made of only bones and no skin. On its huge head, there were a pair of burning Soul Flames in its eye sockets, like two pillars of light. It had sharp teeth. The only difference between it and the skeleton dragon was that it had a sharp beak at the front of its mouth. "Phallus!" Someone screamed as he recognized the monster, but that was not enough to save Ma Dong. The Ju Ling pecked at the vice-captain's head, crushing it into pieces. The vice-captain spasmed, and his whole body collapsed like a deflated balloon.
The Phallus pecked Ma Dong to death and threw the body away. Then it looked up at the others and let out a terrifying scream. Ivan felt a chill run through his body, and his mind went blank. But the others around him reacted faster. One of the guards screamed and turned to run. But before he could run a few steps, a green light hit him in the back. His whole body swelled up and exploded into a bloody mist.
This scene woke everyone up. There was still a necromancer here.
And it was not to be underestimated.
Evan could only watch as the monster raised the bone staff at him. He wanted to dodge, but he could not move his body even a single step.
"Ronnie —!"
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Chanali silently closed Rosa's eyes. In her last moments, the female knight's eyes were staring straight at the sky. The lich had opened a large hole in her chest. Her original appearance could no longer be seen. All that was left was a mess of flesh and blood. He didn't say a word. He took off his uniform and covered her with it. They had known each other for a long time. They had experienced the War of the Black Rose together, and even participated in a few major battles. They were also veterans in the cavalry regiment, so they had the rank of sergeant. They thought this was just a small border conflict, but they didn't expect to be separated by life and death here.
Although he had experienced a lot of life and death separations in the past year, he still felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.
There were new types of soldiers among the skeletons, such as the Phallus. They had only appeared in the battlefield of Karsuk before. Why would they suddenly appear in the dark lord's army in the south of Bucce? The number of necromancers was also much rarer. If it wasn't for the fact that there was another necromancer behind the necromancer and the Phallus, Rosa wouldn't have died. Chanali wanted to curse out loud. What the hell were those damn scouts doing?
He looked at Rosa's face and carefully studied it for a while. Then he slowly walked through the street. The street was full of broken corpses. Some of them were still intact, but there were one or two arrows stuck in their bodies. But he suddenly stopped. He saw a familiar face among the corpses. It was one of the young couple he had seen before. "Pitiful worm." He thought, but still walked over. "It's fate. At least you can die with dignity." He wanted to drag the boy's body down from the ruins.
But when he held the boy's hand, he was shocked. There was warmth and a pulse. "He's not dead yet." He suddenly reacted and hurriedly pulled the young man down. Then, he slapped his face with all his might.
When Ivan regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was Chanali's blood-stained face. He remembered that he had seen this man before. He was standing with a female knight at the entrance of the city hall with an arrogant look on his face. "I didn't expect you to die too …" He replied in a daze. "Die your head, idiot!" Chanali slapped him. "Get up now. You're lucky. If you still want to see your little girlfriend, you better get up."
"I'm not dead?" Evan seemed to wake up. "Really?" Tears flowed down his face uncontrollably.
Chanali looked at the useless kid lying there in tears and couldn't help but want to kick him. But after hesitating for a while, he sighed and turned to look at Rosa. "Alright, you're a man. Show some courage." He reached out and pulled the boy up. "There's no one left in the town. You know the way, right? Take us away from this damned place."
Evan looked at him in a daze and hurriedly nodded.
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Valerie understood that the White Winged Cavalry Regiment was finished. But she still didn't understand why the deputy commander didn't react at all. Unless he had already escaped, but that was almost impossible. She looked on helplessly as the skeleton horseman pierced its own chest with its spear. All the strength in her body seemed to have left her body. She raised her head with difficulty and looked around. The skeleton horseman's corpses were piled up in layers around her.
But unfortunately, it was meaningless. "I'm going to become one of them," she thought.
Vance was dead, and so was Valerie. The remaining White-winged Cavalrymen were scattering, but countless Fear-Wraiths were killing their hopes of escape. The entire battlefield was now a horrifying picture. Specks of Soul Fire were pushing forward, and the skeleton army was chasing the remaining humans away. But they would eventually be caught, because whether it was warhorses or humans, they would never be a match for the undead in a competition of endurance.
Evan stared at the scene in a daze.
He had thought that the catastrophe in the town was just a part of the war. But now, it seemed that there was no more war, and only a massacre was left. Shanali's face was also gloomy. The White Winged Cavalry Regiment was finished. He knew this better than Evan, but he didn't understand why the battle had turned out like this. At least the second and third brigade should have been able to escape. Even in the worst case scenario, the third or second cavalry brigade would be left behind to cover the retreat, and at least one cavalry brigade would be able to escape. But now, it was all over. He could almost imagine that the only path left for Madara's army was the passage to Grinoires. The southern border was completely destroyed.
Even the two of them might not be able to escape alive from the Undead Creatures that covered the mountains and plains.
"What … what should we do?" Evan looked at the Knight and couldn't help but ask in a low voice. The warhorse he was sitting on was Rosa's. He was not used to riding, but he had to get used to the current situation. Fortunately, he had learned horsemanship when he was in the garrison. Otherwise, he would have been tied to the horse.
"Go east," Shanali said in a low voice. "The hills to the east are our only chance. There are still some bandits there. Hopefully, they will take us in," Chanali replied grimly.
Bandits and bandits.
Evan subconsciously looked in that direction. He remembered that there was a group of them, but they were the main problem for the militia and the patrolling cavalry. They had little to do with the garrison. "They seem to be from Tosankard. They are real desperados. Will they take us in?" he couldn't help but ask. "Bandits or undead, you choose." "Bandits," the young man answered without hesitation.
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