When the last noble knight on the battlefield in front was also killed with a sword, those white lion knights continued to kill in this direction without stopping. The number of the opponent was not actually large, but the momentum was extremely amazing, and the river beach trembled slightly.
The White Lion Guards are knights under the horse, but when they mount their war horses, they are also the most powerful cavalry in the kingdom.
"Lower...the spear..." Matthew felt that his voice was out of tune. Calculating that he had never been so nervous at this moment when facing countless skeleton armies in the first Black Rose War.
Pass.
Because he understands that if he fails in this battle, then he will no longer have the chance to regret it.
The spearmen lowered their spears in rows, and then a spell fell from the sky and landed on these inferior spears, causing the spear tips of the rows of spears to flash with lavender light. "Enchantment!"
Matthew was startled, and subconsciously raised his head, only to discover that a wizard had actually cast a spell on his team. This discovery made him extremely excited. With the blessing of the spell, the spearman could finally threaten the opponent's knights.
.
Although it may not make him win, it will at least make his opponents fearful. If they can directly bypass him and pinch the soft persimmons behind him, that would be even better.
At this critical moment, Matthew couldn't help but think of preserving his strength.
But unfortunately, this choice is not in his hands.
He was soon shocked to find that the White Lion knights seemed to be disdainful of the formation he had set up to face the enemy. The Tonigel knights did not even stop for a moment and rushed directly towards this side.
Matthew even seemed to faintly hear someone giving orders: "...Accelerate, charge!"
It was a calm, but very young-sounding male voice.
"Are you crazy!" Matthew almost wanted to shout at the lunatics opposite him. In any case, the threat to the knights from the spearmen still existed. In a normal battle, even the most radical approach, the knights would
It is necessary to constantly mobilize the spearmen to adjust the formation, and then kill them with one blow.
How can there be such a direct frontal view?
But he had no time to think so much. Because the threat was already approaching, each spearman tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, and Matthew also drew his sword again.
He understood that success or failure depended on this move.
Fifty meters. Thirty meters, twenty meters
Just when the noble knight was about to shout loudly: "Raise the spear", suddenly, his eyes widened in shock. Because he saw a silver ripple sweeping out from between the white lion knights,
It hit his body. At that moment, Matthew only felt an irresistible force pulling up his arm, turning the long sword tightly in his hand, and pierced his own throat with the sword.
"Ah...ho ho..."
Matthew screamed and tried in vain to pull out the sword, but all he could catch was the spurting blood arrow.
He felt that his strength was disappearing and his vision was spinning. He saw the Tonigar knights rushing away from the spearmen who were panicking because they had lost their command, knocking those poor people to the ground and trampling them.
die.
He saw that the thin formation was almost pierced through. The soldiers were running away in panic, screaming, and crashing into nearby friendly troops.
Matthew closed his eyes in pain, but at the last moment of his life, he saw something crossing the sky and slipping from his gradually dimming vision.
Finally, the noble knight fell limply from his saddle.
But the fighting on the battlefield has just begun.
Four spells are passing through the sky.
They were four silver threads that spanned the sky and the earth. They were cast from the hands of the Sasardian wizards, and they almost possessed the power to destroy the world.
Four beams of light swept through the forest, hundreds of hectares of forest land evaporated into ashes, and the spells cut the land like sharp blades. When they swept across the frozen Alder River towards the White Lion Knights, even the river water was
It was cut into four sections, and the ice flow in the river evaporated and rolled back, revealing a pebble-strewn river bed.
But Brando only looked at this scene coldly.
These people dared to use string magic in front of him. Compared with the senior sister, this level of dragon language magic was simply laughable.
He directly pulled out Cutting. This dark and twisted holy sword looked like a piece of scrap metal, but its curved blade contained the meaning of Cutting All Laws.
Expand superior permissions.
Cut into the third layer tiamat network.
Cut off the source of magic transmission.
A series of actions were completed the moment Brando swung his sword, and four silver threads were shattered in mid-air, but this was far from over because the connection between order and space was also cut off. The flight of the Sasardian wizard
The spell also failed, and they fell directly from mid-air.
But this time, there is no magic shield to protect them from harm.
The body of the Silver People fell to the ground from a height of a hundred meters away, and the final result was nothing more than a pile of mud.
"Down! Down!"
"Get down quickly, the opponent has a way to ban magic!"
A few Sasard wizards who were slightly away from Brando and were lucky enough to escape were frightened by this scene and fled far away. The leader of the wizards among them shouted hoarsely to signal to the others to lower their altitude immediately.
Brando held the dark, twisted and weird long sword in his hand, and looked around at the sky. In the area where the White Lion Knight was, there was no longer a Sassardian wizard who dared to stay in the air.
…
"Holy Sword Destroy!"
In the airspace in the other direction, a gray-robed or blue-robed wizard was gathering. But everyone looked serious, and some of them even frowned.
"Erdo, Huggins is dead"
"The same goes for Depana and Kara."
"With the Holy Sword to destroy, the opponent should be that person."
"He is indeed back and summoned everyone. The Eruin scouts made a mistake in their judgment. The opponent is definitely not a sword master who is good at illusions." A majestic voice sounded, making everyone turn around.
Look at the speaker.
The person who spoke was Hollis Finn. He was the most respected wizard among the Thassard people, second only to the Thassard wizard, and he was also the leader of this operation.
This is a serious-looking, old-fashioned middle-aged man with two strange snow-white eyebrows on his handsome face. The sharp eyes hidden under the snow-white eyebrows glanced at everyone present and continued: "That's the time.
With the power of the elements of space, it is known as the law closest to the truth under the power of existence. Our opponent is extremely powerful. He may have been taught by Turaman, and I alone may not be his opponent."
"Sir," the wizards expressed their opinions one after another: "We don't need to fight him alone. Now that the target has appeared, shouldn't we notify the other party to enter?"
Hollis nodded: "That's what I meant."
As for the unlucky guys who died at Brando's hands, no one mentioned them anymore at this moment.
The death of those apprentices is not a big deal to the Buga people. Although every one of the Silver People is extremely noble, there are not a few apprentices who die in various experiments every year. Before they have the ability to become a formal wizard,
Even the Bugas themselves are nothing more than cannon fodder.
It's just that the Buga people's requirements for formal wizards are much higher than those of ordinary people.
There are and only those true wizards who are the most valuable assets of the Thassard Alliance.
In the wilderness on both sides of the Alder River, the battle between the Tonigels and the southern army has just begun.
The 'sacrifice' of two consecutive lords finally bought enough time for others to react. The trumpet sounded, and except for a few people who immediately chose to retreat, all kinds of noble troops immediately chose
In order to obey the order, they surrounded Brando and his White Lion Knights from both sides of the Alder River.
Such a strange scene formed on the battlefield. The armies north of the Alder River were gathering together and surrounding a tiny point on the battlefield. In the center of that point was an extremely weak Tonigel force.
Human cavalry.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
"forward."
"forward?"
Facing the siege from all sides, even the most daring people will inevitably give up. Although the knights of the White Lion Guard trained by Brando are all the best generation of Tony Geer and even Eruin.
Young people, facing the current war situation, cannot help but feel that they have no chance of winning.
Brando turned around and looked at the knight captain behind him. He was a very handsome and even pretty young man. He was still childish, with light freckles on his face, some curly hair, and twinkling hazel eyes.
Shining with an unusually firm light.
"Afraid?"
"Of course not...it's just you..."
Brando held Anihilation in his hand and pointed forward: "The brown bear on the coat of arms is the coat of arms of the Cade family. This family is famous for being rich in cowards. They dare to show off their power in front of you. I want you to move forward and stab the front.
Is it okay to break through the formations of those cowards and poke a hole in the rebel encirclement?"
The knights took a deep breath.
Boiling blood surged in my heart.
They would fight side by side with the most legendary hero of Eruin. It was just two simple words, but it made them feel as if they were invincible.
"Blow the trumpet." Brando said.
The knights turned back and focused their attention on the young knight captain. The latter silently took off the strap of the white horn from his shoulders and held up the horn with both hands.
Another low-pitched horn sounded in the vast wilderness, and the sound resonated like the echo of the biting north wind, echoing on both sides of the Alder River.
The knights let go of their horses' reins, sheathed their swords, and untied their spears from under their saddles in a neat movement. The magic sigils on the white lion's armor were activated at this moment, and the brilliance of magic flashed into one piece.
The war horse began to run quickly, and gradually accelerated again.