In the West Wind Kingdom, the wind blows in the wilderness, the war horses roar, and the flags flutter.
On the land, nearly 50,000 rebels, carrying tumbling flags and spears, meandered forward in the cold wind, like giant snakes.
There are many layers of clouds in the sky, and there is no sunlight. The thick black clouds seem to collapse at any time, making people breathless.
Cha——
A bright light flashed, temporarily blinding people, and then there was a deafening roar of thunder.
I don't know when, a group of knights appeared on the horizon. They seemed to have electric lights flashing on their bodies. There were no flags, no slogans, no statements, and no cover-ups. They rushed down from the hills in silence, with the clear sound of hoofbeats.
, leaving behind a charred marching track, with occasional bursts of lightning.
This group of lightning-like knights wear well-fitting armor, the main body is bright silver, the edges of the armor are blue steel, and there are emblems of crossed lightning and swords on the shield and right arm.
The galloping cavalry separated into formations on the ground, and finally formed a straight line. In this horizontal straight line, 700 people moved like one person, and their sharp spears were neat and uniform, standing straight forward. Although they looked thin, they were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
, unstoppable.
Before the rebels under the blue gold star flag had time to line up to stop the attack, part of the line stretching on the ground seemed to have been cleanly scraped off with a razor, with blood flying and no one left alive.
When Pullman and others saw this astonishing scene, their eyes were wide open. They had indeed considered the possibility of the Lightning Knights participating in the war, but no one knew it would be so terrifying. This group of knights with lightning emblems seemed to have never encountered anything.
The resistance, changing directions and lines in the wilderness, shuttled back and forth, killing nearly 6,000 people in just a short period of time, and this seemed to be just the beginning of the warm-up exercise.
Following the great covenant between wind and thunder, these warriors guarding the vortex of chaos appeared on the battlefield where they should not have appeared, and the swords and spears in their hands were also aimed at their own people.
They are true soldiers who will not question any orders. Even if they kill their own kind, they will not waver in the slightest. Their cold will is colder than steel.
Urgent horns sounded in the wilderness, and officers roared to urge the soldiers to form a formation to resist this knife-piercing attack. Square-like formations gradually took shape on the ground.
The soldiers were arranged closely, shoulder to shoulder, constantly gathering and gathering, forming thick square hedgehogs.
Mixed with the smell of nervous sweat, each soldier could even hear the heartbeat of his companions. The small soldiers could not see clearly the scene outside. They could only hold their spears anxiously, follow the officer's instructions, and move in a certain direction.
flat.
But the officer's anxious voice kept changing, as if the enemy's position was erratic, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, as if teasing them. But the short soldier knew that this was not a joke, the constant crackling of thunder and the neighing of war horses
The sound, the clash of steel, everything is so dense, like fried beans, it never stops.
Finally, the officer stopped letting them change direction, and their hearts slowly sank.
Is it finally our turn?
A faint blue electric light filled the field of vision, incandescent, and then I felt my body light up, as if I was flying.
Below is a scene where steel and blood are mixed. The body holding the gun looks so much like mine...
"Ahhh!" Pullman rode his war horse and angrily rushed down the hillside, followed by a group of personal guards wearing black cloaks beside him.
However, the lightning knights in the wilderness didn't care and still harvested lives in an orderly manner. The silver front was as clean as a wiper sweeping across the thick formations of the rebels.
When Pullman led his army to rush down, about 20,000 troops had been slaughtered. The bright red blood slipped from the bright silver armor, but the armor was still bright and undamaged. Just like the legend, they were powerful.
The noble Knights of Heroes are not tainted by stigma.
Finally, Pullman approached the group of knights surrounded by lightning. They turned their horses and after killing a square formation, they formed a neat line again and came towards them.
The masks of this group of lightning knights had already been pulled down, and only the eyes with lightning flowing through the gap could be seen. The war horses roared, and another charge began.
Dong dong dong——
The distance of more than 500 meters was covered in just an instant. Pullman saw the lightning spreading along with the horse's hooves. When the cavalry from both sides approached, his body was already numb. He tried his best to use the extraordinary core in his body to barely feel his own body.
.
Cha——
A sharp sword light flashed, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his left arm. One arm flew high into the air, and then rolled down to the grass. The thick arm seemed to want to grab something, but there was nothing in his hand.
The war horse under his crotch staggered forward a few steps, fell to his knees on the ground, and could no longer stand up.
Pullman held his big sword and struggled to get up from the ground. At this time, he was alone.
Holding back the severe pain in his left arm, he reached deep into his arms with his right hand, took out the last two [blood-activating potions], threw one into his mouth, and pressed the other against the wound on his left arm.
The medicinal sugar in your mouth is mixed with blood when chewed, and a faint sweetness of maple sugar comes from the rusty taste, which is as warm as the first time you tasted it.
The blood that had been spilled on his face at some point flowed down from between his eyebrows, and some of it entered his eyes, causing a stinging pain that made people unconsciously want to close their eyes, but he didn't dare to close them, and his eyes were wide open.
Looking at the group of silver knights opposite, his vision was blood red.
Leaning slightly on the standing sword, his trembling right hand went deep into his arms again and took out a small orange fruit. This fruit was originally as clear as crystal, but now it was stained with dust and blood on his hand.
"Sorry, teacher."
He looked at the small fruit in his hand, and suddenly recalled that summer afternoon when he was leaving, and the soft singing surrounded the forest.
[It's been a long night
[When you are pursuing
[But there is no hope
.....
[I know this seems pointless
[I know this is extremely hypocritical
[I know you can't bear it
[Continue one more day
[One more day forward
[Even if the body is bruised and bruised
[Even if the wings are broken
[I can’t stop you from flying
[one day
[you will see
[That miraculous starlight
"I'm sorry, everyone, teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the stars in my short life." Pullman's tone seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be saying goodbye.
He threw the orange fruit into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, then picked up the sword beside him with his right hand, stepped forward, and charged towards the group of cavalry who looked like the god of thunder coming to the world again.
The strong back and the heavy sword were so small under the dim sky.
The breeze blows, and the broken flags and spears are stuck on the ground, telling a dream that is difficult to realize.