At this moment, 20,000 people from the six armies are mixed together, like white porridge mixed with sand, which cannot be separated no matter what.
The equipment of the infantry is iron swords and chainmail. Soldiers who have the conditions will also prepare a hand shield or a dagger. Such small things can sometimes play a big role on the battlefield.
Only then did Ian realize that there was almost no sound when a sword struck a person. Even if he dragged out a long wound with force, he would only see the gurgling blood and the accompanying roar of pain from the injured person.
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The more painful the roar, the louder it became, so that it was always noisy in his ears. This kind of battlefield environment with heavy noise was driving him crazy.
The blood irritated his eyeballs. Sometimes the blood spattered when the knights cleaned up the enemies would enter Ian's lips through the gaps in the helmets, and a taste of rust would immediately spread on the tip of his tongue.
Gradually, Ian began to boil, like a pot of boiling water, with the steam constantly pushing against the lid.
"What the hell, do you want me to be a deserter?"
When Prescott asked him to retreat, Ian immediately yelled back angrily.
Then, when no one expected it, he suddenly took off his helmet, jumped off his horse, took out the Ascension Steps, and rushed towards the enemy.
At this time, he suddenly didn't want to retreat, because Ian, who was used to life and death and had gone through many hardships, had already developed an aura that would never retreat.
"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!"
Ian held the God's Step high and rushed towards the enemy. The God's Step had its own light-based judgment magic. If the opponent was not extraordinary, it would not be too easy to kill him.
"Asshole, damn it!" Prescott yelled, abandoned his horse and followed closely.
The second master laughed and said with satisfaction: "Hahaha, Lord Hyde, kill them all!"
These knights are all accustomed to going to the battlefield. They have seen some people go to the battlefield and cower and be coerced by others, and they have also seen some people go crazy when stimulated by blood and swords.
Therefore, except for Prescott, who was a little angry, everyone else followed him laughing, wanting to see what Ian could do, whether he would be like a pufferfish that was deflated after being pricked by a needle and soaked in hot blood.
The eggs shrink again in one wave.
Two senior knights and five intermediate knights closely surrounded Ian, guarding him from attacks from other directions.
As for the front, Ian and Prescott were running side by side. Ian's target was the rear of the opponent's army, where there were the most people.
The plains were originally suitable for cavalry battles, but cavalry is the most expensive unit. Even if the Third Legion gathered all the nobles from the two counties, they could not form a cavalry regiment, and the same was true for the other side, so these two
The scene of a decisive battle between thousands of people on the Great Plains.
The total number of cavalrymen from both sides that had previously charged was only five to six hundred. Naturally, it was impossible to expect them to charge into the enemy camp. After all, there were wizards in both armies, and a single level 6 wind blade spell could kill a group of cavalrymen.
A large number of cavalry.
"Dude, don't worry, I'm not a fool who gets carried away by the battlefield."
Seeing that Prescott didn't say a word and the energy field around him fluctuated greatly, Ian knew that Prescott was a little angry, so he said.
I saw him pull out the Ascension Step that turned into the Yuan Chenyun Divine Sword, and the extremely pure light energy instantly attracted the attention of the opponent and the enemies.
"Items of light, there are items of light here!" the enemies shouted.
Then it came like a tide, and there were always a lot of greedy people in both the light camp and the dark camp.
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"Hey, remember what I told you, this is a flying sword!"
It is precisely because of this sword that they are now facing great pressure.
"So, what do you want to say!" Prescott gritted his teeth.
"Look at me!"
Ian gently drew his sword.
The sword hides, the darkness surges.
The sword comes out and the light appears!
All souls live together - kill!
A half-moon-shaped sword energy visible to the naked eye was thrown out like a wind blade, flying towards a large number of enemies ahead with the light energy condensed into substance.
With this move, Roger was able to break through the sixth-level magic of a gifted person when he was an awakener. What's more, Ian is now unleashing it with the strength of a gifted person. How can those soldiers who only hold oak shields and wear chainmails resist?
In Prescott's shocked eyes, the sword energy of Souls Together Slash flew away without any hindrance like cutting grass, cutting off the enemies in a straight line along the way, leaving no one alive.
The lower bodies of the soldiers who were broken into two pieces immediately fell to the ground, but their upper bodies glided and rushed far away, their faces full of greed and killing until they died.
The knights first noticed the changes in the energy field ahead. They thought that Ian had cast a powerful magic this time, which was extremely reckless.
But when the surrounding sounds suddenly quieted down, for some reason, the soldiers suddenly ran away desperately, as if there were some terrifying monsters here. When they were free, they noticed the foot soldiers in front of the team who had been neatly chopped down to the ground.
The pile of corpses was 40 yards long, with 30 people dead.
"Fuck, is this a flying sword?" Prescott swallowed the saliva in his mouth and cursed.
"I never said it was strong!"
Ian nodded. The Star Dao Destruction Slash did not require much energy. Eighty percent of it relied on his mental power to activate it. He could only use this move twice at most.
Naturally, Prescott would not miss this point and asked: "How many energy stones does it consume at one time?"
The team was still moving forward. Wherever Ian looked, he saw the enemies on that side looked as ugly as if their parents were dead.
"It consumes mental power, which is about two level three magic stones at once!" Ian said, "I can release it two more times at most."
After Prescott listened, he glanced around the battlefield, then pointed in one direction and said: "Open this road for me, and leave the rest to me!"
By this time, the war had lasted for more than two hours, and neither the enemy nor the enemy showed signs of fatigue.
The direction he pointed was exactly the battlefield where Julian and the enemy's lord knights were entangled. There were the most knights there and the killings were the most brutal.
As long as they kill this road, they can temporarily divide the battlefield and let them go to Julian's side to help. When seven more knights suddenly appear in such a small battle circle, the pressure is simply not very satisfying.
Ian didn't understand the battlefield situation, so he consciously followed Scott's command.
"Let's walk there first, and you can release it when I ask you to release it!"
"Is it clear?"
Prescott and his teammates unfolded their vindictive gauze, supported Ian, and stepped on the pile of corpses toward the central battle group over there.
Ian nodded and immediately returned the sword to its sheath.
At the beginning, they were just ordinary soldiers, and the knights abandoned their horses and were able to deal with them with ease. However, as they entered the combat range of the legion commander, the knight-level sergeants who had awakened their fighting spirit began to attack.
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Although there were not many, the combat effectiveness of the team led by the opponent was far beyond that of ordinary non-commissioned officers. On the battlefield, the knights who had been stimulated by blood and death became more desperate.
Therefore, their team also came to a standstill for a while. There was no way, there were too many people.
If they want to cross the battlefield, they must advance half diagonally to the side and front. There should not be too many small companies to penetrate along the way. If Ian's protective spell hadn't been given in time, even Prescott would have had to do it.
Hang color.
call,
suck,
call,
suck,
Don't think that releasing magic doesn't require consuming physical energy. In this environment where the nerves are always tense, although he has always been under the protection of the knights, he is also distracted to provide protection for his teammates.
"Kill them!"
More than 50 people surrounded them from all directions, commanded by a senior knight squire. The other party had seen through Prescott's intentions and was determined not to let them pass.
Perhaps seven knights could kill these fifty people by chopping melons and vegetables, but when the local sergeant blew the brass whistle, many people gave up and rushed to the rear of Cronin's army, and turned around and rushed over.
"Dorn, go kill that sergeant!" Prescott said immediately. Although the opponent's strength is not high, he is a big | trouble.
The second master took the order and broke away from the team to rush towards the non-commissioned officer. The rest of the team members immediately retracted the protective circle and swung their swords to knock away the arrows aimed at Ian.
When the noncommissioned officer saw the fighting spirit gauze on Dorn's body, he immediately felt threatened. One of them dodged and hid in the crowd, while another noncommissioned officer stood behind the crowd while killing and commanding the army.
"Scott, do you want me to take action?"
Cold sweat broke out on Ian's forehead. The sight of so many ferocious-looking people running towards him was indeed very oppressive, and he couldn't help but take action.
Prescott, who knew him well, smiled and said: "You don't need to take action against this person, otherwise the price will be too high!"
After saying that, he loudly commanded the team members: "Each person is responsible for one direction and give up all defenses. Ian will provide you with a protective spell. I will kill them all within 3 minutes."
"yes!"
The five intermediate knights agreed loudly, and then rushed towards the densely packed enemies without hesitation. Upon seeing this, Ian quickly released 5 level 4 protective spells on them, and then quickly took out a level 2 magic stone to recover.
Prescott stood guard by his side with a sword, and cut down many soldiers casually.
"How about it? Is it okay to use that trick twice more?" Prescott asked during a break.
Ian nodded.
"Very good." He smiled with satisfaction.
At one and a half minutes, Dorn, the second master, killed one of the sergeants, and then rushed towards another commanding knight squire.
When three minutes passed, there was no living person within 40 yards around Ian and others. The large bodies lying on the ground were like crops lying on the ground after a typhoon. Broken limbs and remains could be seen everywhere, and the moans of the seriously injured and dying could be heard intermittently.
Hear, more often than not they are surrounded by a kind of noise-like shouting.
"Great, keep going!"
The team reorganized their formation and pushed forward like a stone crusher.
Finally, they encountered the bodyguards of the legion commanders from both sides. They were almost a low-level extraordinary team composed of high-level knight attendants and junior knights. There were more than a hundred people in total, mixed with hundreds of elite soldiers fighting together.