"Sir, our army's front line has begun to collapse!"

The guards' shouts made Fgar, who was standing there, wake up as if he was dreaming.

Seeing the soldiers trampled by heavy cavalry like weeds, Furgar had red eyes, threw his helmet to the ground, and punched him hard on the cheek.

The natural blood of the Ulster finally restored his fighting spirit after a brief loss of consciousness.

"Send the commander! Shoot the arrow!" Furgar gave a loud order while taking the weapon handed over by the guards: "The supervisor team comes forward! Those who retreat, kill! Those who surrender to the enemy, kill! Those who do not obey the command, kill!"

An arrow tied with a whistle rose into the air, making a sharp and harsh whistle.

Dozens of fleeing soldiers were killed on the battlefield. Their screams and blood immediately shocked all the retreating soldiers.

"Shame! Ulster's shame!" Furgar rode forward and shouted loudly to all the soldiers in front of him: "A thousand Ulsters were scared away by twenty-eight cavalry! Where are your courage? Where are your oaths?! I see only cowardice! From now on, who dares to take another step back, and the whole family will be punished for surrendering to the enemy!"

Killing deserters shocked people. After some action, the morale of the Ulsters gradually stabilized, and Furgar began to turn his attention to the heavy cavalry in the formation.

This group of knights who fell from the sky launched an unheard of charge, and actually penetrated the three square formations directly, and was finally barely blocked in front of the coach's guards.

As the speed of the opponent's war horse gradually decreased, Ulster soldiers slowly surrounded the twenty-eight knights under the command of their superiors.

Staring at the group of knights trapped in the siege, Furgar waved his sword and ordered the messenger: "Archer! Point at the horses of these cavalry! Get these bastards off the horse first!"

With the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, locust-like arrows pierced into the body of the war horse. But to everyone’s disappointment, these mounts only made a few low sounds, and were still standing in place and did not fall.

Furgar was stunned for a moment, and then ordered again: "Arrow retreat! Get ready to throw an axe!"

The heavy infantry stepped forward, took out the axe from his waist, and pointed the blade towards the isolated knight.

To everyone's surprise, twenty-eight knights threw the knight's guns into the crowd. After killing dozens of enemies, they actually threw down the shield in their hands.

Furgar opened his eyes wide and asked in confusion: "What do they want to do?!"

Next, a scene that shocked everyone happened.

Countless parasite limbs, like spiders stretched out their feet, drilled out from under the knight's armor, twisting and growing constantly in the air.

Ulster's soldiers were frightened by this terrifying scene. Some people ignored the charge of defection and turned around and ran away; some fell to the ground, shouting the names of the gods.

"The gods are here! What kind of monsters are these guys...?" Furgar took a breath, looked at the dense parasite limbs in the air, and then trembled all over and ordered again: "You bastards! What are you still standing there?! Attack quickly!"

Heavy axe thrown from Ulster's army was thrown towards the knights.

As the axe whistled in the air, the parasite limbs in the air began to rotate and wield continuously. The two attacked each other and made a dull metal impact sound. As a result, the parasite limbs blocked most of the throwing weapons. The Ulster occasionally had one or two attacks, but it only made the knight sway on the horse, and the latter sat firmly again later.

After a round of axe throwing, the knights remained intact.

Under the fearful gaze of the soldiers, the twenty-eight knights began to move.

They drove the horses slowly towards the front, and the twisting limbs in the air began to slowly tilt the angle, and pointed the sharp bone spurs at the soldiers around them.

A keel bone limb suddenly stabbed forward quickly. The attack was as fast and fatal as a cobra head-raising attack. It left an egg-sized blood hole directly on the chest of a heavy infantry soldier wearing chain armor.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third keel limbs were stabbed one after another. Each stab took no more than half a second, but it could always accurately end a life.

As the horse's hooves landed faster and faster, the attack frequency of parasite limbs on the knight's body also became faster and faster. In the end, these spikes made of keels, like machine guns with full firepower, were harvesting all creatures within their attack range at lightning speed.

Ulster's army completely collapsed, and even the supervising team could not stop the escaped soldiers.

To make matters worse, the roar of soldiers came from the distance of the battlefield, and two hundred gladiators ran out of the forest and ran towards the camp at full speed.

The depressed Furgar put down his weapon, looked at the twenty-eight gods of death in front of him who were constantly harvesting their lives, and looked at the gladiators who were attacking the camp on the battlefield, and said helplessly to the messengers around him: "Send the order and let all the troops scatter out of the battlefield, and don't fight when encountering the enemy. In short, if you can escape more, you will count as one..."

Just when Fgar completely lost his fighting spirit, the twenty-eight knights suddenly stopped attacking, and the gladiators on the battlefield also stopped running.

Everyone on the battlefield looked all their eyes towards the Frost Stone Camp in the distance. A dark smoke rolled over the forest, and the fire could still be seen.

Furgar was first surprised, then confused, and finally ecstatic.

"My ambush! My ambush comes in handy!" He was extremely excited and hugged the nearest guard and shouted excitedly: "Before the battle begins, I ambushed thirty war beasts in the cave near the enemy camp. After the war begins, with the sound arrows as a signal, I order them to attack the enemy camp immediately. In this way, they have succeeded!"

The knights who stopped attacking were stunned for a moment, and finally, under the leadership of the leader, slowly retreated from the formation of Ulster's army.

After a fierce quarrel, the gladiators began to change directions and quickly ran towards the Frost Stone Camp.

Seeing the heavy cavalry and gladiators who gave up the attack gradually disappeared at the end of the battlefield, Furgar sat in the mud regardless of his image, gasping heavily, and said to the people around him in a trembling voice that had survived the disaster: "It's too dangerous... it's too dangerous! If the ambush was not arranged in advance, the twenty-eight monsters alone could completely defeat us! I have never seen such a person in my life..."

A commander came to him and asked with a deep heart: "Sir, what should we do next?"

"What else can I do?" Furgar stared and shouted, "Leave all the baggage! Everyone withdraws the kingdom as soon as possible! I need to report to the king here..."

Before he could finish his words, someone in the army suddenly shouted: "Look at that side! Those people seem to be our cavalry!"

"Our cavalry?!" Furgar stood up with a questioning face, shook his head and said strangely: "I remember their mission should be to assist in attacking the enemy camp. Why did he run here?"

Walking to the height of the camp, Fgar looked to the edge of the battlefield. A light cavalry unit of about fifty people ran out of the forest at full speed and was running towards Ulster's camp.

The cavalry were running, waving their arms, and shouting something loudly.

Listening to the vague voices coming from afar, Furgar asked at the people around him in confusion: "What are those people shouting?"

The soldiers with good ears listened carefully for a while and said to Furgar with uncertainty: "Sir, they seem to be shouting... Run away quickly?"

"escape?!"

Before Fgar could react to what was going on, a huge black figure knocked down countless trees, raised large swaths of snowflakes, rushed out of the forest, and entered everyone's vision.

A pitch-black giant crawled at high speed on the ground. Its head looked like a giant lizard with sharp and strong limbs, its tail was thick and spiked, and its body was covered with scales that seemed to be made of steel.

"Oh my God! What's that?!"

"From the beginning to the end, its total length is probably more than seven meters!"

"Compared with it, those war horses are like putting wild dogs and lions together!"

There were bursts of exclamations in Ulster's army. But Furgar frowned and asked the guards in confusion: "Are there any such war beasts in our kingdom? Do you know them?"

Seeing everyone around him shook their heads, Furgar felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

Soon, his anxiety turned into reality.

The dark monster man stood up and opened his huge mouth. A frost breath with a diameter of more than 40 cm and a range of fifteen meters sprayed out of its mouth, frost more than a dozen cavalrymen landing on the back into an ice sculpture...
Chapter completed!