"My lord, the front of our army is beginning to break up!"

The shouts of the guards woke up the still-standing Fogal from a dream.

Seeing the soldiers trampled by the heavy cavalry like weeds, Fergal, with red eyes, threw his helmet to the ground and punched him hard in the cheek.

The natural bloodiness of the Ulster people finally allowed him to regain his fighting spirit after a short period of distraction.

"Heralds, shoot arrows!" Fergar ordered in a loud voice as he took the weapon handed by the guards: "Supervise the warband, come forward! those who retreat, kill! Those who surrender to the enemy, kill!"

An arrow with a whistle tied to it rose into the air with a sharp, piercing whistle.

Dozens of soldiers who fled were killed on the battlefield, and their screams and blood immediately shocked all the soldiers who retreated.

"Shame on Ulster!" Furgar rode forward, and shouted to all the soldiers in front of him: "A thousand Ulsters have been scared away by twenty-eight cavalry! What about your courage? What about your oaths! I see only cowardice! From now on, if anyone dares to take a step back, the whole family will be punished for defecting to the enemy!"

After killing the deserters and intimidating the hearts of the people, the spirit of the Ulster army gradually stabilized, and Furgar began to turn his attention to the heavy cavalry in the formation.

This group of knights, who seemed to have descended from the sky, launched an unheard-of charge, and actually directly penetrated the three phalanxes, and finally were blocked in front of the commander's guard.

As the speed of the opponent's horses gradually decreased, the Ulster soldiers, driven by the commanders, slowly surrounded the twenty-eight knights.

Staring at the besieged knights, Phogar brandished his sword and ordered the heralds: "Archers, aim at the horses of these cavalrymen, and get these bastards off first!"

With the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, locust-like arrows pierced into the horses' bodies, but to everyone's disappointment, the mounts only let out a few low whistles, and remained in place, not falling.

Furgar was stunned for a moment, then ordered again: "Archers stand back!

The hoplite stepped forward, drew the throwing axe from his waist, and pointed the blade towards the isolated knight.

To everyone's surprise, twenty-eight knights threw their knights' spears into the crowd, and after killing and wounding dozens of enemies, they actually threw down their shields.

Fugar's eyes widened and he asked suspiciously, "What do they want to do?!"

Next, a scene that stunned everyone happened.

Countless parasite limbs, like spiders stretched out on many legs, emerged from under the knight's armor, writhing and growing in midair.

The soldiers of Ulster were so frightened by the horror of this scene that some turned around and ran away despite the charge of defection, while others fell to the ground and shouted the name of the gods.

"The gods are above!...... what kind of monsters are these guys?" Fogar gasped, looking at the dense parasite limbs in the air that looked like tentacles, and then trembled and ordered again: "You bastards! What are you still doing in a daze?! Hurry up and attack!"

Heavy throwing axes, which were thrown at the knights from the army of Ulster.

With the sound of the axe whistling in the air, the parasite limbs in mid-air began to spin and swing, and the two struck each other, making a dull metallic crash, with the result that the parasite limbs blocked most of the throwing weapons, and the Ulster's occasional attack or two worked, only to make the knight shake off his horse, and the latter sat down later.

After a round of axe throwing, the knights were intact.

Under the frightened gaze of the soldiers, twenty-eight knights began to move.

They drove their horses slowly forward, and the limbs that writhed in mid-air began to tilt slowly, and aimed sharp bone spurs at the soldiers around them.

A keel limb stabbed forward at a rapid pace, the attack as swift and deadly as a cobra's head-raising attack, leaving a bloody hole the size of an egg-sized hole in the chest of a heavy infantry in chain mail.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third keel limbs stabbed out one after another, each stabbing took no more than half a second, but it always ended a life accurately.

As the horse's hooves landed faster and faster, the knight's parasite limbs attacked more and more frequently, and in the end, these spikes made of dragon bones, like machine guns with full firepower, used lightning speed to harvest all creatures in their attack range.

Ulster's army was completely devastated, and even the Warlords were unable to stop the fleeing soldiers.

To add insult to injury, the roar of warriors was heard in the distance of the battlefield, and two hundred gladiators ran out of the forest and at full speed towards the camp.

The depressed Fugar put down the weapons in his hand, looked at the twenty-eight "Grim Reapers" in front of him, and then looked at the gladiators who were attacking the camp on the battlefield, and said helplessly to the heralds beside him: "Pass the order, let all the troops disperse and flee the battlefield, and don't fall in love with the enemy when you encounter it." In short, if you can escape back, one more counts as a ......."

Just when Fogar completely lost his fighting spirit, the twenty-eight knights suddenly stopped attacking, and the gladiators on the battlefield also stopped running.

Everyone on the battlefield looked in the direction of the froststone camp in the distance, and a dark smoke rolled over the forest, and the fire could be faintly seen.

Furgar was surprised at first, then bewildered, and finally ecstatic.

"My ambush! my ambush comes in handy!" he hugged the nearest guard and shouted excitedly, "Before this battle began, I ambushed thirty war beasts in a cave near the enemy camp. After the battle began, I ordered them to attack the enemy's camp at once, and it seemed that they had succeeded!"

The knights, who had stopped attacking, froze in place for a moment, and finally, under the leadership of the leader, slowly withdrew from the formation of the Ulster army.

After a fierce quarrel, the gladiators began to change direction and quickly ran towards the Froststone camp.

Seeing the heavy cavalry and gladiators who gave up the attack and gradually disappeared at the end of the battlefield, Fugar sat down in the mud without regard for his image, gasping for breath, and said to the people around him in a trembling voice for the rest of his life: "It's too dangerous...... It's too dangerous! If it weren't for the pre-arranged ambush, those twenty-eight monsters alone would have been able to defeat us completely! I've never seen ......anything like it in my life."

A commander came up to him and asked, "My lord, what are we going to do next?"

"What else can I do?!" Fgar glared and cried out, "Drop all your baggage, all of you withdraw to the kingdom as soon as possible!, I need to report to the king ...... here"

Before he could finish his sentence, someone in the army suddenly shouted: "Look over there! Those people seem to be our cavalry!"

"Our cavalry?!" Fogal stood up with a questioning face, shaking his head, and said strangely: "I remember that their mission was to assist in the attack on the enemy camp, how did they come here?"

Walking to the high point of the camp, Fogal looked at the edge of the battlefield, a light cavalry unit of about fifty people, running out of the forest at full speed, was rushing towards the camp of Alster.

The cavalrymen ran, waving their arms and shouting something from their mouths.

Listening to those indistinct voices in the distance, Fogar asked the people around him in confusion, "What are those people shouting?"

The soldier with better ears listened carefully for a while, and said to Fergal with some uncertainty: "My lord, they seem to be shouting...... Run?"

"Escape?!"

Before Fogar could react to what was happening, a huge black figure knocked down countless trees, raised large snowflakes, and rushed out of the forest and into everyone's field of vision.

A pitch-black behemoth crawling on the ground at high speed, its head looking like a huge angular lizard, its limbs are sharp and strong iron claws, its tail is thick with spikes, and its body is covered with scales that seem to be made of steel.

"Oh my God! What is that?!"

"From beginning to end, it's probably more than seven meters long!"

"Compared to those war horses, it's like putting wild dogs and lions together!"

In Ulster's army, there were bursts of exclamations. But Fogar frowned, and asked the guards in confusion, "Is there such a war beast in our kingdom?

Seeing everyone around him shaking their heads, there was a strong uneasiness in Fugal's heart.

Soon, his uneasiness turned into reality.

The pitch-black monster man stood up, opened its huge mouth, and a stream of 'Frost Breath' with a diameter of more than forty centimeters and a range of fifteen meters shot out from its mouth, directly freezing the dozen or so cavalrymen who fell at the back into ice sculptures.