The trembling ground is proof of the galloping horses!
That distant sound came from the knight's shout!
Like a black curtain covering the land, knights with no end in sight came from a distance, naked to the waist, wielding scimitars and various weapons.
"Qunma, Qunma!" A soldier of the main army whispered the name of the visitor with trembling lips, followed him and turned around and ran, shouting in panic as he ran: "Qunma! Qunma is coming!"
Before he could run a hundred meters, he was overwhelmed by the charging knights and was buried under the hoofs of the horses.
The surging knights were like unstoppable waves, sweeping toward the main army's position.
All the soldiers of the main force who saw this cavalry were all panicked. Some picked up their weapons and prepared to use the mantis' arms as a chariot, some turned around and ran away, and some knelt on the ground and prayed to the gods for salvation.
However, the knights' footsteps did not stop at all. They easily took the lives of these people. Their heads became the trophies of the knights, and their bodies turned into minced meat under the horses' hooves.
The coalition soldiers stopped and stared at all this with their mouths agape, watching their once arrogant and defeated main force vulnerable in front of the knights, as if it was a dream.
Facing the knights, the main force seemed like a beach with no ability to stop the waves. The endless knights rushed directly into the main force's position, destroying everything and being unstoppable.
They came with barbaric whistles and used even more barbaric power to destroy the main force, causing it to collapse instantly.
The soldiers of the Alliance Army reacted after being reminded by the people around them. The front was just right, but what about beating the drowned dog?
All the coalition forces picked up their weapons again, turned around, and bravely rushed towards the main army.
The arrival of the knights divided the main army, cutting them in the middle and forming two pieces. In addition, the alliance army came back to kill again. The main army was attacked from both sides and was in panic.
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The bearskin guards have no time to pay attention to other people at this time. They are working hard to fight with the death warriors. This is the first time they have encountered this kind of situation where they can't kill anyone. They can't be cowardly. They have to do it.
in the end.
Until an accident, a bearskin guard grabbed a death warrior and subconsciously pulled him into the crowd.
The bearskin guards on the periphery were squeezing in, but suddenly a guy in black armor suddenly appeared in the middle. They were stunned for a moment, then reacted suddenly and rushed forward with a ferocious smile.
The Death Warrior was thrown to the ground, and the Bearskin Guards greeted him desperately. Finally, someone discovered that if he stabbed through the gaps in the armor, he could effectively kill the Death Warrior!
Countless weapons were pierced through the gaps in the death warrior's armor. No matter how the unlucky death warrior roared in resistance, it had no effect.
Blood slowly flowed out along the armor and gathered into a small pool on the ground. The death warrior's resistance slowly stopped, his eyes stared straight at the sky, and he swallowed his last breath unwillingly.
He is not afraid of death, and death is not scary to him. His unwillingness comes from the fact that he did not kill any enemy and died in such a frustrated way!
With the first one, there will be a second one. The Bearskin Guards changed their strategy. They grabbed the death warriors one by one and pulled them closer to the crowd. When the death warriors could not swing their axes, they looked for gaps in the armor.
Then thrust it in hard.
One dead soldier died one after another, and the number of soldiers continued to decrease.
Some bear skin guards were already laughing wildly, they had seen the dawn of victory.
The death warriors in the encirclement are still resisting tenaciously, like machines that will not tire. Although they cannot kill the enemy, they can bring pain to the enemy!
The heavy ax was also swinging the giant ax non-stop, hacking away the bearskin guards.
But no matter how they resist, they can't stop the attrition. Their combat effectiveness is constantly weakening, and the balance of victory has tilted towards the Bearskin Guards.
Let's keep going like this, we will eventually win, just like always!
The Bearskin Guards all thought this way. They had experienced too many wars and encountered various divine warriors, but didn't the final victory still belong to them? There would be no exception this time.
Surrender is impossible. No one will surrender even if they fight to the end. There are only death warriors who die in battle, but no death warriors who surrender!
The battle is getting more and more fierce, and no one will be distracted and pay attention to others, even if they hear strange sounds among the main army and the coalition forces.
"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep? Can't the smell of blood wake you up? Coward! Your brothers and friends are still fighting, but you are lying on the ground and sound asleep! Those enemies are still
Alive, alive! How could you do this, how dare you do this? Stand up, warrior, take up arms again, fight, be happy, the brave move forward bravely, the coward stops in the dust! Tell the enemy the fear of death, tell the enemy
The beauty of life is left to the tribe! Kill, death warriors, those who embrace death!"
A low and ethereal voice suddenly sounded from the mind of the first death warrior who died. He had been sinking into endless darkness, but he had already felt a distant call. That was the direction of the tribe. There was a temple there, a place where heroic spirits were stored. Fight hard.
A place where only outstanding warriors who die can return!
He felt drifting, his body getting lighter and lighter, as if he was about to leave, but when the low and ethereal voice sounded, his body suddenly sank, and a huge suction force pulled him back into his body again.
Those words aroused his still-cooled blood. Those words made him want to stand up again, want to swing his ax again, and want to kill the enemies of God and the enemies of the tribe as soon as possible!
There has never been a moment when he was so angry, and there has never been a moment when he was so eager.
Yes, brothers are still alive, brothers are still fighting, and the tribe still needs people to guard it. How could I just lie down like this, die like this, and enter the Heroic Spirit Box with peace of mind!
No! I have to stand up, I can still fight, and I will continue to fight!
The body of the already dead Death Warrior began to tremble violently, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
Suddenly the trembling stopped, and the warrior's flesh and blood in the armor began to melt until it disappeared. In the empty eye sockets, a pair of red soul fires ignited.
The soldier once again felt his body. Although it was a little weird, he could move. He was still lying on the ground, turned his head and looked at his fingers, moved slowly, and then looked around again, okay
, all feet.
He suddenly grasped the one-handed axe, turned over, swung the axe, aimed at one foot, and chopped down without mercy!
"ah"
There was a shrill scream, and four neatly broken toes appeared on the ground.