The battle was still going on.
But the center of the Fire Velvet Army fell into a strange silence.
It was as if time and space here had been paused and was completely cut off from the surroundings.
The Earl Of Avon looked at his guardian knight in a daze, as if he had just met him for the first time.
The personal guards around Count Bruggen also seemed to have frozen in place. They even forgot to catch the murderer of their lord whom they were loyal to.
It was not until Knight Fletcher rushed to the flag of the Fire Velvet Army with a long sword dripping with blood and cut it in half that the surrounding personal guards finally woke up from their daze and rushed to Fletcher, the traitor.
In a desperate situation, Knight Fletcher seemed to have accepted his fate and allowed seven or eight long swords to pierce through his body and then slowly fell to the ground.
The Earl Of Avon rushed to Knight Fletcher's body like a madman and desperately took off his helmet.
Of course, the Earl Of Avon was not heartbroken over the death of his knight, but he wanted to confirm his identity.
However, when that familiar face appeared in front of him, the last trace of hope in the Earl Of Avon's heart was completely shattered.
Why?
The Earl Of Avon wanted to grab Knight Fletcher and ask him.
His most loyal knight had actually killed his father-in-law on the battlefield.
The world seemed to have played an extremely malicious joke on him, but at this moment, the Earl Of Avon could not laugh at all.
"Kill him and avenge the Earl!"
A knight of the Brugan Family roared.
But then someone stopped him, "Are you crazy? After all, he is the son of the Duke of Saint Prospero! "
"But he killed the Earl!"
"That was his knight who killed him …"
"Without his order, how dare his knight do that?"
"That doesn't mean we can kill him! The blood of the Paladin Family is not so easy to taint! "
"What do you think we should do?"
"Take him back to Fire Velvet City for trial!"
"Who will judge him?"
…
Just as the knights of the Brugan Family were arguing, the Earl Of Avon finally calmed down.
He did not care about the soldiers of the Fire Velvet Army that surrounded him and the gazes that were glaring at him covetously.
"You want to judge me? You have to survive from the Bloody Cavalry first. "
These words woke everyone up. When they looked back, they saw that the light cavalry that had originally scattered to the two sides had circled back, and almost seamlessly connected with each other to apply pressure on the gap in the formation that had been torn apart by the heavy cavalry.
All of this was coordinated quite well.
As the front row of the shield and spear formation had been completely dispersed, the right wing of the Fire Velvet Army had been flattened. Chaos began to appear.
Actually, it was not that the Fire Velvet Army did not have the power to fight.
Although the Bloody Cavalry tore open the gap on the right wing, they were too inferior in number after all, and could not expand the battle results quickly enough to completely secure the victory.
Therefore, as long as the Fire Velvet Army could respond quickly and calmly, they could still prevent a complete collapse.
However, the prerequisite for all of this was that the Fire Velvet Army must have a calm and experienced commander.
It just so happened that such a commander, Count Brugen, was already dead.
None of the remaining officers would yield to the other, and they quarrelled endlessly over how to deal with the present crisis.
At this time, the importance of the decision maker was reflected.
Many times, even a wrong decision was better than no decision at all.
Originally, with the identity of the Earl Of Avon, after the death of Count Brugen, he should have automatically become the commander of the Fire Velvet Army. Unfortunately, Count Brugen died in the hands of the Earl Of Avon's knights.
As a result, no one would listen to whatever the Earl Of Avon said, let alone resolve the dispute between these officers and finalize a decision.
The quarrel continued, and the chaos on the right wing of the Fire Velvet Army continued to expand.
Moreover, the news of Count Brugen's death slowly began to spread among the Fire Velvet Army.
Everything was falling into an irreversible abyss.
The Earl Of Avon looked at the scene in front of him helplessly, and his heart kept sinking.
At the same time, a terrible thought emerged in the depths of his mind —
Could it be that all of this was planned by Colin Angelo?
…
"How could I have planned all of this?"
At the rear of the Fire Velvet Army, Colin said to Prince Harrison with a smile, "Didn't I tell you that the battlefield changes rapidly, and accidents happen all the time? No one can predict everything.
However, when the enemy makes a mistake, what you need to do is not to think about why, but to seize this fleeting opportunity! "
After finishing his sentence, Collin turned to the thousand plus cavalry that had yet to participate in the battle and ordered, "Let's go!
"Reserve troops, get into formation!"
With Colin's order, these Blood Cavalry soldiers who could not wait to go into battle immediately began to spur their horses forward, gradually accelerating.
Seeing that Colin was also moving forward with the troops, Prince Harrison asked anxiously, "Teacher, are you going to charge into the formation too?"
"That's right," Colin said without turning his head back.
"Then can I go with you?"
Hearing this, Colin finally turned his head, and saw the young prince with a face full of excitement and Princess Judy beside him, who was also eager to try. He suddenly felt a headache.
"No."
"Why?" Prince Harrison was not convinced. "There are no knights of the San Lorenzo family who do not dare to charge!"
"That's right!" Princess Judy also shouted, as if she wanted to see the world in chaos.
"But the knights of the San Lorenzo family will not charge for an Earl of the empire!" Colin said coldly.
Prince Harrison was stunned.
That's right, if he joined this battle, wouldn't it mean that the royal family was on the side of the Northern Frontier, and even the Angele family?
Prince Harrison really didn't know what kind of political storm this would cause.
However, he still understood that this might not be the result that his father wanted, and it might not be the result that his teacher wanted, either.
Especially when the orcs were about to invade.
What the Empire of Light needed most now was unity.
No matter how the Angele family and the House of Saint Prospero fought, the San Lorenzo family could not join the battle personally. Otherwise, how could the royal family call on the human lords to unite and fight against the foreign enemies?
Therefore, he hesitated.
After rejecting the two whimsical little fellows, Colin squeezed the horse's belly and quickly arrived at the front row of the formation.
Looking at the Tinder Army formation not far away, Colin thought of the moment when he followed Marquis García to charge against the 300,000 troll army on the Sky Ice Field.
It was from that moment onwards that Colin fell deeply in love with the battlefield. He fell in love with the feeling of galloping unhindered, leading an invincible cavalry to tear the enemy into pieces!
Colin squeezed the horse's belly tightly, bent down slightly, lowered the helmet's mask, and slowly leveled the lance.
The 1,000 riders behind him did the same action almost simultaneously.
The next moment, the whole army sped up!
It was like a sudden explosion of thunder, and also like a huge wave crashing onto the shore.
The rumbling sound of horse hooves was like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, constantly approaching the Tinder Army formation.
In the end, these 1,000 riders under the personal leadership of Colin crashed into the Tinder Army formation that was already on the verge of collapse.
Boom!
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