After falling to the ground, the gargoyle slid on the soft river beach for more than ten meters before stopping. This level of impact was only a scratch for these stone-skinned monsters, but it caused Brando and his wizard followers to fall.
A dish of meat and vegetables.
As soon as they landed, the surrounding aristocratic private soldiers suddenly became excited and rushed towards the river beach in a swarm. Although these guys were a mob, the cavalry group charged after all with amazing momentum. Charles shook his head and climbed up from the mud.
Shocked by this scene, he immediately asked: "Lord, what should I do?"
Brando pulled his leg out of the mud, drew his sword and shouted: "Nonsense, come up with a wall!"
This is the oldest and classic tactic used by Eruin's wizards against cavalry. Players' subsequent tactics will only grow from this foundation, because it is especially effective against poorly trained cavalry.
The young wizard understood the idea and pointed forward with the ruby : "Prevention, reaction, wall structure -" Countless lines radiated out from the center of the gem in all directions, forming a wall shape, and then all these lines disappeared, leaving behind a
A solid wall of air.
The noble private soldiers who were running wildly did not realize what this was. Only a few mercenaries among them who had experience in fighting wizards moved around to both sides. Although the mercenary leader Makalu behind them shouted to his men
Turn, but no one can hear the rumble of horse hooves——
The first row of riders collided with the wall of air, the horses knelt down, and the people flew out and hit the wall; then the second row hit the first row, and the huge inertia caused them to squeeze together; then the third row
The platoon followed closely, but this time the air wall could not withstand the momentum and burst into pieces. A large pile of horse and human corpses rushed forward and slid to the feet of Brando and Charles.
All this was done in an instant, and the amazing momentum even scared Brando and Charles to take a step back involuntarily.
Makalu cursed from behind. A veteran like him could tell at a glance that all seven people in the first row would not survive, and even several people in the second row would be seriously injured. Seven people in the third row fell.
It would be difficult for Hun Basu to rejoin the battle for a while, not to mention that their horses were more or less injured.
How could he not feel heartbroken when twenty or thirty people were killed in one fell swoop?
The mercenary leader couldn't help but spit, and casually bandaged his bleeding palm, then he drew his saber and rushed forward while swearing. There were seven or eight cavalrymen on the scene, all of whom were experienced veterans - he had to
Catch up and lead them to suppress the opponent until the infantry catches up.
Especially for that wizard, every mercenary knows what it means to let a wizard free his hands and feet.
Makalu waved his saber twice, so that his men would understand what he meant and spread out, outflanking them from all directions. However, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed. These mercenaries were all experienced in war.
At least they all have the strength of a low-ranking black iron, but at critical moments they shrink back and look like they are conserving their strength.
"Come with me! Come with me!" He was annoyed, but Makalu knew that he had to encourage these people.
But he didn't know that the young man opposite had been paying attention to him for a long time. Brando saw the Alek horse galloping back and forth outside, looked at the knight on the horse and shouted loudly, and guessed that it was the other person.
The leader - he couldn't help but think to himself that it's not like I've never fought against you mercenaries before. I'm still evasive about my tactical intentions, so what's the point of pretending?
Brando spurned and turned around to hold Ciel's shoulders, pointing at the guy in front of him and saying, "When you see that guy, use magic arrows to coordinate with me to attack him later."
But Charles quickly shook his head: "He's on a horse, I'm not so sure."
"It doesn't matter, don't worry about magic. If you can't hit it with one shot, just use a few more."
"That's no problem."
Brando looked back and stared at the seven or eight knights not far away. He pressed his hand on the elf sword and forced himself to calm down. He looked up at the mercenary leader and after circling behind the rider, he raised his saber and took the lead.
He rushed forward - he understood that the other party wanted to lead others to charge together.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
But Brando was waiting for such an opportunity. Suddenly the sword flashed in his hand, and a gust of wind swept out. On the horseback, Makalu saw the transparent ripples spreading against the ground, everywhere they passed.
Stone chips flew everywhere - although he had never seen palace swordsmanship, he was aware of the approaching danger and decisively jumped up from his horse with a hand.
As soon as he stood up, Brando's sword wind swept across the four hooves of Anlek's horse. The tall horse dwarfed, and all its limbs were broken and it rolled forward to the ground.
Makalu gasped in mid-air. He could only think of one term at the moment: sword energy.
But before he could finish his thoughts, a ray of white light penetrated the air and pierced through his chest. Then the second white light hit his left shoulder, the third white light hit his lower abdomen, and finally the fourth white light hit his lower abdomen.
He passed by. Makalu was beaten in the air and changed directions three times in a row. Finally, the body was thrown up far away and fell into the sand to one side, losing all movement.
This incident made the seven or eight riders around them pull on their reins. They were not shocked because of Makalu's death. But because of the sword energy - the Templars? The mercenaries changed their expressions.
, couldn’t help but guess who that terrifying young man was.
"That's a pretty accurate shot." Brando retracted his sword.
"Hehe, this is your credit, Lord." Ciel replied with a straight face.
Brando then smiled, and he raised his head and looked ahead. Although the other party was shocked now, he himself was far from relaxing. There were more than a hundred noble private soldiers behind him.
The Spear Forest is moving.
He exhaled and re-examined his plan in his mind. He stared at the north and realized that the only chance to break out was in that direction, but he himself didn't know if he could seize this only chance.
He could only point forward and command: "Gargoyle, wstry (Witch language: charge forward)!"
Brando thought, if there is no attack command, just use the movement command instead.
Lord Jinguo stood on the high ground on the beach and watched this scene from a distance, his face looking as ugly as possible. Although these were not elite soldiers, at least they were raised by him with money, especially Makalu, who was under his control.
Although the previous warrior was a bit rougher, it was an indisputable fact that he was highly skilled in martial arts.
"The Highland Knights are the Highland Knights. I still don't believe the rumors that the White Knights are powerful in combat. Now it seems that they are true." Sir Burnley, an industrialist, said with a smile.
"It seems that Earl Doon is really in danger this time. I just want to see if that 'tiger' dares to take this hot potato - it's just that it's not good for us if he gets a dead person, not to mention there are two women."
Didn’t see it.”
"What I'm curious about is why this guy wanted to kill the jester. If he was really one of Butcher's militiamen, taking him hostage would be a better strategy. It's such a pity. I originally thought he could stick to a big tree."
Enli pretended to sigh, but there was a smile in his eyes.
"Actually, it's not necessarily a good thing to be so eager to take sides. There's still something to be seen between the royal family and the White Mane Legion. But this young man is either an assassin or has ulterior motives. If he doesn't kill for the sake of killing,
Then I think there's something wrong with that sword -" Lord Jinguo grabbed the reins, stood upright on the horse and looked ahead and replied.
"That elven sword?"
He was about to nod when he saw his own private soldiers in the distance pushing away in an uproar to both sides, like an unavoidable tide. Lord Jinguo was startled for a moment, and suddenly saw a gargoyle right in front of him, separating from the crowd and rushing towards him.
Coming - His words stopped abruptly, and he subconsciously tightened the reins of his horse in an attempt to turn around, but due to his nervousness, he exerted too much force, causing the horse to rear up with a long neigh.
"My lord, be careful!"
The gargoyle itself is over level 20, and its strength is exactly equivalent to the mid-range level of the first-level power. In addition, it is famous for its defense and has the ability to fly. It is like a tiger to join the herd among the noble private soldiers whose general strength is only the middle level of the white position.
.Especially for these huge monsters, humans have an instinctive fear - after all, not everyone can recognize that they are the masterpieces of the Buga Wizard - and some people are even shouting in panic: Flying dragon!
Brando expected that the gargoyles could easily cut into the fragile formation of these infantry, but he understood that he did not have much time. These noble private soldiers were just a temporary chaos. No matter how strong the gargoyles were, they could not defeat one enemy.
Hundred.
Even if the opponent is well-trained, it is actually very problematic to fight one against ten.
He had to expand the chaos and not allow these people time to stabilize their position. Brando did what he thought of and turned around and shouted: "Char, come up and cover me." As soon as he said that, he rushed forward, and there was a gargoyle in front of him.
A passage was plowed out of the crowd - the private soldiers on both sides subconsciously wanted to rush up and block the passage, but Brando swung forward with the elf sword in his hand, and a gust of wind swept through the crowd like a sickle.
A row of seven or eight people looked like fallen stubble.
The people behind were horrified and had no intention of continuing to fight. They retreated one after another. At this moment, the passage opened by the gargoyle became even larger. If Makalu was still there, he might be able to suppress them, but now these nobles
Private soldiers are truly leaderless.
Brando and Charles seized the opportunity to pass through the Forest of Spears one after another. As for those who wanted to catch up after they passed, Charles would not be polite to them. He still had two bottles of mana potions in his hand.
Well, magic arrow is a cheap and practical spell.
Brando raised his head and vaguely saw a group of dignitaries standing on the mound not far away. He spotted Sir Burnley among them with a sharp eye, and immediately ordered in a loud voice: "Gargoyle, that fat man, ary (
Witch language: seize)!"
But before he could finish his words, he suddenly noticed a group of knights coming out from the left side of the battlefield. These knights were all wearing dark blue armed uniforms, pointed hats, a set of silver breastplates with shoulder plates, and a white mane.
Flying in the wind behind him - it is the mounted light infantry of the White Mane Regiment.
At that moment, both sides on the battlefield understood that "Tiger" Luc Besson had arrived.
"Bacchus, Voltalon, take down the Madara spy!" Even among the army, Luc Besson's steady voice was so clear that everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
As soon as he finished speaking, two tall knights, one on the left and one on the right, rode out and headed straight for Brando.
"It's a good time." Brando snorted in his heart, inspired by his charging skills, and flashed between the two of them in an instant. Bacchus, the captain of the 7th Squadron of the 2nd Squadron, and Voltalon, the captain of the 10th Squadron, were just slightly startled.
When they turned back, they realized that the young man was already ten meters behind them.
In fact, it wasn't just them, most of the white-maned sergeants present were stunned. Bacchus and Voltaron were captain-level figures. Although their strength was only in the lower reaches of the Black Iron, they could fight two against one without being thrown away so easily.
Bar?
Luc Besson's eyebrows jumped and he charged. Is this little guy related to the Sun Knight? He immediately raised his right hand: "Odin, Smith, stop him!"
Two more cavalry came out side by side. Although most of the White Mane Legion were mounted infantry, the captain-level figures still had extremely superb riding skills. They arrived first and were in front of Brando in an instant - only for everyone to be stunned.
What was shocking was that before even the lower-ranking soldiers of the White Mane Legion could applaud their captain, Odin and Shik had already flown backwards.
Only those with sharper eyes could see clearly at that time: the young man did not pause at all, and exchanged swords with each of their two captains when he passed by them. Then the long swords in the hands of their captains shattered at the same time, and the people seemed to hit each other.
It flew back like a dragon.
"Explosion of power!"
"Power burst——!" Most people recognized it this time.
Brando didn't care at all. He had already seen his gargoyle lift the damn fat man up. That was the only target of his attack this time and the key to getting out of trouble.
