Leon remembered that one second he was drinking and chatting with King Charles in the palace of Cologne, and the next second he was in a terrifying dark battlefield.
There are swamps and mire all around, and the mud swallows up the soldiers one by one like a giant devouring beast. The big tree has swirling branches, which pulls the fleeing soldiers into its arms and kills them one by one, like a devil.
However, they could not see an enemy, to be precise, a physical enemy. They seemed to be fighting against heaven and earth, and the invisible fear oppressed him, making Leon's spirit highly nervous.
The war horse had disappeared. He tried to drive himself to escape from here quickly, or rather to escape. The goddess's teachings prevented the knights from fleeing. Leon told himself that he was just looking for reinforcements.
However, no matter how hard he tried, his legs were powerless and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. His body was as stiff as a zombie.
The soldiers on the side looked at him in surprise, as if they were looking at a stranger.
Leon was afraid that this kind of gaze would continue, that these people would see through him and report his escape.
He tried hard to support his body and prevent it from falling. Finally, dragging his half-broken body, he returned to the battlefield again.
Here, swamps and mud no longer swallow humans, and everything in the world seems to have fallen silent. Quiet, quiet as before, as if the two giant beasts just now were far away.
Leon walked heavily and called his uncle's name. It was his uncle Philip who brought him here. He must find his uncle. However, his uncle is not here.
He walked into the cave, which used to be their headquarters. When he entered the cave, everything was the same as before, with simple furniture and equipment and simple decoration. However, the difference was that there was no one in the cave.
Leon missed his wife. For so many years, he had been following his uncle in the war and rarely returned home. The relationship with his wife had become increasingly estranged. It would be an exaggeration to say that it existed in name only. He wanted his wife to appear here, but,
That's impossible. There are never any women in the military camp... This is the principle...
Leon groped forward, but the cave was too dark. When he came to the familiar hall, he found that there were no torches around, not even the oil lamp was lit.
The sky outside is darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, there will be darkness inside the cave. This darkness is so terrifying, like a kind of despair, coming boundlessly. The fear brought by the invisible darkness is stronger than anything
Tangible monster.
It swallows up Lyon...
Leon looked anxiously for the source of the fire, but couldn't find even a match. No, no, no! This is not true!
He suddenly realized that this was not reality! This should be some kind of dream. Leon struggled to break free and used his reason to break free from this terrifying and dark nightmare.
The boundary between reality and dream has gradually emerged, the two images are intertwining and changing, and more scenes from reality are pouring in, gradually covering up the damn dark dream.
Finally, the exhausted Leon woke up from that dark nightmare with the help of his own reason.
He found that his room was as dark and dark as a dream, without a trace of firelight. Waves of chill lingered around him.
After waking up, Leon got up from the bed and just washed his face when he heard the guard shouting outside the door——
"General! The greenskins are coming!"
After hearing the news, Leon took his time. In the past few days, the news he heard the most was about the greenskin siege. He had dealt with it many times. With the unparalleled appeal and fighting power of the Holy Grail Knights, they managed to hold on to the city.
, time and time again, blocking the green tide.
Compared to the boundless darkness in the nightmare, Leon felt that the green-skinned orcs in front of him were simply weak. They had entities, could bleed, and could die. Just like himself, they were just living things. And the invisible darkness was the most powerful thing.
horrifying.
Once again, after the green-skinned army was repelled, Leon stood on the city wall dripping with blood, and the knight armor on his body was stained with scarlet blood, but it was not his own blood, but the blood of his enemy.
As usual, he raised his sword and shouted, boosting the morale of the defenders and encouraging the trapped residents in the city.
However, this time it was different. When he raised his sword and shouted that the goddess of the lake would be honored forever, a puff of smoke and dust rose on the eastern horizon.
With the faint sound of footsteps, Leon instinctively felt that something was wrong. Soon, he realized that if the green-skinned reinforcements were not coming, then his uncle Philip Leo Cornwall was coming.
The situation was obviously the latter. When the dusty sky appeared outside the city, Leon saw many brightly colored battle flags. They were the battle flags he saw before the chivalrous expedition set off. There was the goshawk battle flag of the Klein family.
, the stag battle flag of the Robert family, the sea lion battle flag of the La Hire family, the flying fish flag of the Bell family...
All kinds of war flags fluttered in the wind, forming a colorful heat wave that kept rushing towards the city wall, while also squeezing the greenskin defense line outside the city.
To be precise, it wasn't called a line of defense at all. The irritable orcs were scattered and disorderly, like a ball of spilled beans, covering the entire outside of the city wall, while the last Bretonnian reinforcements were arranged in a dense formation.
The front line advances step by step.
Leon stood on the city wall and watched. He saw his uncle's steady style as always, moving step by step, swallowing up the greenskin's seemingly huge but actually empty front bit by bit.
When the infantry of the two armies were fighting closely, a loud trumpet sound sounded from behind the Bretonnian legion's front line.
It was an all-too-familiar charge horn. A large number of knights swarmed out from both sides of the battlefield, outflanking the greenskins on the battle line.
"Lord! Open the city gate quickly!"
Seeing this scene, Leon was extremely anxious. The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. He must seize the moment that determines victory or defeat. Yes, it is now!
The old Lord Bohemund immediately understood the wishes of the Holy Grail Knight in front of him. He waved his hand and motioned for his men to quickly open the city gate.
Leon quickly ran down the tower and gathered the only thirty-five Holy Grail Knights in the city, or in other words, half of Bretonnia's elite were here at the moment.
"Brothers, let us charge again, for the last time, facing the rising sun, we will once again practice the glory of the knights and witness the glory of the Lady of the Lake."
"Roar!"
When the city gate opened wide, Leon grabbed the reins and drove his horse to rush out.
Behind them, the weather-beaten Knights of the Holy Grail gathered together again, their armor trembling and the sound of their horses' hooves thundering.
In the city of Bohemund, the Holy Grail Knights came out in full force and joined forces with Philip Barto outside the city to double-team the green-skinned army.
The flanks and rear were violently attacked at the same time, and the morale of the green-skinned army collapsed instantly. Not every orc will go into a bloodthirsty rage after the battle begins. What's more, there are only a few orcs fighting on the front line, and most of the green-skinned orcs and goblins are still alive.
Before actually fighting against the human legions, they heard shouts of death and the sounds of charging horses coming from all directions.
Fear instantly took over the enthusiasm just now, causing a heavy psychological blow to the green-skinned orcs and goblins.
As long as they are living creatures, they will be afraid of death. Except for those monsters possessed by evil gods. Leon knows this truth very well. As long as it causes panic and psychologically defeats the opponent, then thousands of orcs and goblins will become like sheep.
Like a group, they were hunted down by an army of only a few hundred knights.
He seized this opportunity. When Lord Pris's knight army was outflanking him, the Holy Grail Knights rushed straight into the back of the orcs from behind.
Even, a charge directly intercepted the orc infantry regiment on the front line!
The greenskins in the encirclement were knocked down by war horses, knocked away, and then trampled alive. The greenskins on the periphery fled in panic and tried their best to escape.