The young knight held the spear that had been handed down from his family and rode on the back of a huge Warcraft horse. He looked at the backs of countless knights in front of him, let go of the horse's reins, and let it gallop forward.
The heavy sound of horse hooves struck the ground, and the roar of the dragon overhead resounded through the sky. He could hear his own breathing and feel his own heartbeat.
Although this is not the first time he has been on the battlefield, it is indeed the first time he has been transferred to the front line at this time.
The precious giant horse cavalry, even in Grecken, is used in the later stages of the war as a decisive force to determine the outcome. Now, being used in counterattacks makes all the knights inevitably a little nervous.
"Enter the enemy!" A knight in front loudly reminded his companion behind him, and then through the gaps in the dense wall, the young knight saw the not entirely ugly faces of some demons.
He did not slow down, and still followed everyone, letting his horse run forward while observing everything happening around him.
"Keep the speed! Keep the speed!" A shout came from nowhere, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.
The war horse under the knight's crotch jumped subconsciously, avoiding some remaining debris on the ground.
The knight lowered his head slightly and saw with the corner of his eye that on the ground was a battle flag of Grecken that had been trampled to a state of disrepair.
If you continue to move forward, you will see helmets that have been trampled to pieces, and armors full of blood...
When he wanted to raise his head, he saw the corpse of the giant horse cavalry again, as well as the trampled and broken bones of the war horse.
He nervously raised his head to face the wind blowing against his face. He squinted his eyes and saw through his visor that the wall of people in front of him seemed to be much thinner.
"The magic defense barrier can no longer hold up!" Another officer loudly reminded his companions in a hysterical voice.
From time to time, cavalry fell down on both wings, either because they were hit in vital parts by arrows from far away, or because they were pulled off their horses by demons nearby.
A war horse that loses its knight will fall down on the battlefield and be trampled to pieces by the people behind it.
"Dense formation! Don't spread out! If you spread out, you will be surrounded and killed!" an officer close to the young soldiers shouted loudly, as if he wanted the soldiers around him to maintain a better formation and continue to charge.
The speed of the war horses has begun to slow down. It seems that the defense line of the demon troops in front is very thick. It is impossible to penetrate the opposite phalanx just by relying on the charge of the cavalry.
"Ah!" A few seconds later, right in front of the young soldier, a cavalryman fell off his horse with a scream, and countless demon soldiers appeared directly in front of the young soldier.
Without any time to think about it, the knight pointed the spear in his hand at the demon closest to him. The opponent's face was ferocious, the opponent's armor was messy, the sword in the opponent's hand was full of rust, and the opponent's shout was shocking.
shudder.
However, due to thousands or even hundreds of thousands of trainings, this knight has become accustomed to all his technical movements.
Riding on the horse, his subconscious attack was the attack he had trained countless times. So, the next second, he felt a huge impact on his palm, and the spear in his hand had pierced the demon on the opposite side.
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The demon screamed and hung on the spear, and black blood even spattered more than ten meters away.
The demon with his body strung on a spear still wields the sword in his hand, and the sharp fangs in his mouth are clearly visible.
But before the long sword in the demon's hand could fall down, the young knight's spear had already hit the second unlucky demon, tearing the opponent's body apart and tearing off the opponent's ribs.
The crushing impact.
The huge force caused the lance to break, and the demon soldier hanging on the lance also fell to the ground along with the broken lance shaft. Before he could figure out how he fell, his head was hit by a giant horse passing by.
The horse's hooves were trampled into pulp.
"Kill!" I don't know if he was emboldening himself or venting his excess adrenaline. The young cavalry shouted loudly and inserted the broken spear into the chest of a demon that was coming towards him.
The huge impact forced him to let go and give up the lance that could no longer be used. Then in the next second, he pulled out the long sword from his waist, stepped on the stirrups with both feet and exerted force, waving his hand to the side.
of a demonic soldier.
The sharp sword blade left a deep gorge on the demon soldier's face, and black blood spattered along the wound.
The demon soldier spun and lay down, piled on the body of another dead demon soldier, like meat on a chopping board.
The young knight still rode forward, using the killing skills he had learned throughout his life to kill as many demons as possible.
"Ding!" A crisp sound came, and the young knight felt that his shoulder seemed to have been hit by something. In fact, it was true. His armor blocked a long arrow shot by a demon, and the shining magic
The array rippled, and circles of light blue halo spread little by little.
He didn't have time to check his injuries, so he subconsciously continued to chop with his long sword. The demon standing in front of him had his shoulder chopped apart by the sword, and he collapsed with a scream.
"For Grecken!" Someone shouted loudly in his ear, and then the young knight was hit in the arm by the second demon's long arrow.
This time he felt pain. It seemed that the long arrow had directly inserted into the gap in the armor, damaging the flesh inside.
With a backhand sword, he cut off the arrow shaft. The young soldier ignored his bleeding arm and continued to use the weapon in his hand to mercilessly harvest the lives of the demon in front of him.
One after another, big heads flew up with black blood, and one demon after another fell under the hooves of Knight Grecken.
Suddenly, the front suddenly became clear, and more than a dozen of the devil's phalanx were pierced by Grecken's knights. The young soldier held the long sword with trembling hands and galloped wildly until the officer beside him grabbed the reins.
Only then did he stop.
He took the horse's head with his injured hand and turned around listening to the neighing of the horse. Then he saw that out of the team of thousands of knights, only a few hundred were still on the horse.
Blood seeped into the clothes inside, seeped out of the cold chainmail, flowed out from the gaps in the outer plate armor, and dyed his arms and palms red.
Drops of blood fell down, hitting the skirt on the outside of the thigh. Listening to it made people tired, and they wanted to close their eyes and sleep for a while.
Hundreds of knights turned their horses and looked at the phalanx of demon troops that had been pierced by themselves and was in chaos everywhere. They silently began to form their troops again.
The war horses snorted and gathered together again, and then stepped forward in an orderly manner. At first it seemed like a loose pace, but then it turned into another orderly gallop.
The knight sitting on the horse looked at his comrades in front of him who were holding high the Grecken battle flag, and silently carried the long sword that already had countless gaps.
It has chopped countless flesh and bones, broken countless long swords and iron rods that were parried, and smashed countless hard armors. It is already a miracle that this sword can persist until now.
For the young knight, this has just begun, and his battle will continue.
The magic defense barrier has been shattered, and the magic inscriptions on the armor have been dimmed. But they still have to charge forward, because only in this way can they return to the starting position.
What was flying towards him was a dense rain of arrows fired by the devil. From time to time, his companions would fall down together with the war horses. The young knight could already clearly feel that the number of people around him was decreasing little by little.
His arms began to go numb, and the palms holding the reins gradually began to lose feeling. He lowered his head slightly, avoiding the falling arrows, and then watched as these arrows passed him by, or were directly inserted into the horse.
In the gaps in the armor.
When in front of him, the knights who had been taking the rear but were now leading the charge fell one after another, the young knight had already felt fear. No one is truly fearless, and few people can hold back their sobs when death knocks on the door.
sound.
The young knight was also scared. He didn't want to die in such a cold place. He wanted to go back to his hometown, die peacefully on his bed, and tell his children and grandchildren the story of his heroic battle today before he died.
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So he continued to wave the long sword in his hand and continued to chop at the demons. His war horse had begun to slow down, and wisps of blood flowed down the horse's fur, spreading all over the ground he passed.
"Kill!" He used the last magic power in his body on the edge of the sword. The sword in his hand was once again indestructible with the blessing of wind magic.
Two more demons blocking the road fell on the young knight's path. They fell on a Grecken cavalryman who had died here before.
The red blood mixed with the black blood, seeping into the soil together, nourishing the land underfoot. I don't know if the weeds growing here after thousands of years will be more like the plants in the demon world, or more like the plants in the human world.
"Crack!" After knocking down another charging demon, the long sword in the young knight's hand was overwhelmed and finally broke.
The sharp sword rotated in the sky, and was finally inserted vertically into the blood-filled soil. The young knight was also stabbed in the body by countless spears, and was pulled to a stop by the huge force.
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He hung on the end of the spear and closed his eyes unwillingly. At this moment, his mind was clearly reflected in the mirror, reflecting the quiet woods in his hometown——