The ground trembled as the Warren riders plunged into the Prairie main camp like a sharp sword.
The already chaotic main camp was further plunged into chaos.
Some of the defensive structures and arrangements within the main camp were destroyed during the internal strife of the Prairie invaders. Some of them were from the Prairie natives, some were from the Raven Sect and Snake school's spies.
It allowed Warren's 3000 riders to charge in without any hindrance.
Horses neighed, men shouted angrily.
Blades flashed, blood gushed out.
Fuuu!
A ball of fire suddenly lit up, drawing a high arc in the air and landing on the heavy supplies of the main camp.
The fodder for the horses was instantly set ablaze.
Followed by the food for the men.
A big part of the main camp was engulfed in flames.
The flames were so fierce that even the well-trained warhorses neighed in fear. When the reins were cut, the warhorses struggled even more frantically.
The burning warhorse brought the flames to more places.
"Put out the fire!
Put out the fire! "
Many of the Prairie natives shouted.
But at this moment, everyone was powerless to do anything.
Before their eyes were their enemies who were on a killing spree and beside them were enemies who kept charging at them. If they gave up on resisting and put out the fire, only death would await them.
If they wanted to live, they had to kill the enemies before them.
Even though the enemies were the Prairie natives, it was the same.
Only a few of them seemed to have reached a common consensus but it didn't grant them a chance to live. Quite the opposite, it hastened the footsteps of death.
Stab after stab from the back from the shadows. Blazing flames were fired out one after another.
The blazing flames swiftly reaped the lives of the natives.
On top of that, the Warren riders were pointing their focus at the natives.
On top of the galloping horses, the Knight's hand crossbows were aimed at the natives.
Sou Sou Sou!
A shower of arrows rained down.
Hundreds and thousands of Prairie natives fell to the ground.
The agonizing wails hadn't faded away yet but as the horses galloped past them, all that was left was the dead bodies and silence.
Mary's palm was drenched in sweat.
She had been through battles before but never been on the battlefield.
All she could see before her eyes were enemies and beside her were her comrades. All she could do was charge forward, relentlessly.
Because she knew she was the leader.
If she hesitated, the group that she spent so much effort to gather would fall apart.
So, she chose a white warhorse.
When she was seven years old, her mother had warned her more than once not to choose the most eye-catching white color on the battlefield, because it would make her the target of all the enemies.
But Mary had no choice.
She had to be conspicuous!
It must be like a flag!
Ding!
Celty deflected the arrow that came out of nowhere with his sword.
This was not the first time.
Since they entered the Prairie main camp, he had blocked at least 20 arrows for Mary. Even though Celty was an elite of the Raven Sect with extraordinary skills, he was panting heavily.
On the ever-changing battlefield, it was not easy to protect a single person with all one's attention.
Ding!
Another arrow was blocked. This time, it was not Celty, but Maxim.
The Raven Sect recorder wasn't any better either. He glanced at his comrade who was also in a bad state but all he could do was shout, "Your Highness, charge!"
At this point, there was no room for retreat.
The only way was to break through the main camp of the Prairie soldiers!
Once they broke through, it would be their victory.
Once the Prairie soldiers reacted and surrounded them …
The Raven Sect recorder shook his head and discarded the thought. He then raised his sword and slashed at the incoming arrow.
But this time, the arrow was different.
Just as the sword was about to hit the arrow, the arrow suddenly changed its trajectory and dodged the slash, aiming straight at Mary.
Maxim was shocked.
"Your Highness!"
A voice suddenly rang out, and a figure pounced from a warhorse, using his body to block the arrow.
Puk!
The arrow pierced through the Warren cavalryman's chest. The cavalryman's body fell to the ground. Then, the warhorse trampled over the cavalryman's body.
Throughout the whole process, Mary didn't even get a clear look at the rider's face.
When she regained her senses, the rider was drowned by the endless galloping warhorses.
All she could hear was the voice. It was very young.
Her throat felt like it was blocked by something.
Mary felt the strong wind blowing on her face and her eyes started to moisten.
She touched the corner of her eyes and prevented the tears from flowing out.
"Forward!
Forward! "
The young voice sounded again and it was hoarse.
Kakrooom!
The warhorses galloped past them. The Warren soldiers didn't know how long they had been galloping until they felt their surroundings loosening up.
The pressure and suffocating feeling was all gone.
Before their eyes was an empty field.
They broke through?
They broke through!
Unbelievable!
They survived a calamity!
The joy on her face couldn't be concealed no matter what. Mary was panting heavily on her horse as if she was exhausted.
Celty and Maxim looked like they were fished out from the water.
The two Raven Sect members didn't even want to move their fingers.
However, when they saw the unusual situation within the Prairie's main camp, both of them were shocked.
"Your Highness, someone is gathering the remaining soldiers!"
Maxim warned.
Without further explanation, Mary knew what would happen if the Prairie soldiers gathered the remaining soldiers.
Although their previous charge wouldn't be in vain, the effect would be halved.
Halved?
Mary felt like the young voice was calling out "Your Highness" in her ears again.
She didn't accept it, she didn't allow it.
Wung! Wung! Wung!
The [Thorn Blade] on Mary's back was vibrating repeatedly.
An unimaginable vigor was injected into the little girl's body.
Mary, who should have been exhausted, straightened her back at the next moment.
She urged her horse through the main camp.
Kieran stood in front of the Prairie invaders once more.
No words were spoken.
She didn't need to be told either.
Looking at the white warhorse and the Knight on top of it, the front of the Warren soldiers became the back and the back became the vanguard.
They were holding their weapons that were tainted with the blood of their enemies.
Before the joy on their faces faded away, it was replaced by determination.
Even though they knew it was a slim chance of survival, they didn't hesitate or fear. It seemed like after a single charge, they had undergone a complete transformation.
From a normal soldier to a true elite soldier.
Because they had a soul now.
"Impossible!
How is this possible? "
Maxim looked at the unbelievable scene before his eyes. He seemed to have thought of something and cried out in shock.
Celty looked at Maxim in confusion.
"The saying of the Virtuous King!"
Maxim reminded Celty with a bitter smile.
Celty was stunned and looked at the white figure in shock.
"Under the leadership of the Virtuous King, the cowards will become the brave, the brave will become the hero, the hero will become the saint …"
Celty muttered softly.
But before he could finish, Maxim covered his mouth.
Celty reacted right away. He knew what to do even without his friend's reminder.
Both of them returned to Mary's side again.
Similar to before, one on the left and the other on the right, protecting Mary in the middle.
However, unlike before, both of them had a fanatical look on their faces that others couldn't understand.
Horse gallops sounded again.
The Prairie soldiers further away started their charge.
Mary raised her right hand. Just when she was about to swing it down and lead the Warren soldiers to charge again, a flapping of wings sounded.
The Fire Raven landed on her palm.
The little girl was stunned.
While the girl was still in a daze, a blazing figure crashed into the group of charging Prairie Soldiers like a meteor.
KABOOM!
A large number of Prairie riders who couldn't dodge in time were smashed into a bloody mess.
Followed by a loud roar.
ROAR!
A formless violent wind was blown in all directions following the flapping of the blazing wings, causing the Prairie soldiers to lose their footing and tumble on the ground.
However, the Prairie soldiers didn't seem to feel anything, they instinctively backed off and looked at the blazing figure in the air with a fearful gaze.
The temperature rose abruptly.
It twisted the figure that was already terrifying to begin with.
The rampant and chaotic aura mixed with the sulfuric smell affected the Prairie soldiers in the area.
It was a pressure from a different level of life.
It was like a rabbit that saw a lion.
"D-Devil!"
A sharp scream sounded among the Prairie soldiers, as if someone was squeezing their throat.
The sharp scream shattered the courage that the Prairie soldiers mustered up with great difficulty. The fear was like the rising tide that broke the dam.
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