"Resist, resist!"

The four noble knights, who were the backbone, roared loudly.

They did not sit in the rear like the rest of the nobles, but defended the front line themselves. There are no cowards on those who remain, and everyone knows that the chances of surviving this sniper battle are slim to none.

The knights raised their kite shields, and they and the civilian-born cavalry had to forge a wall of flesh and blood to buy time for the army to cross the river.

Bang –

The warriors of the Temple of Tyranny collided with the defensive line led by the four knights, and the two collided with a dull crashing sound.

The Templars wielded a wide variety of weapons, ranging from heavy maces to iron rods and broadswords. The Temple of Tyranny is fond of heavy weaponry, and when a wave of collision passes, the thick kite-shaped shield inlaid with steel is cracked by the heavy attack.

In terms of group combat, the Templars may not be as good as the regular legions, but in terms of individual strength, the Templars have the upper hand.

As mentioned earlier, most of the believers in the Temple of Tyranny are tyrants, bigots, violents, and executioners. Being able to stand out from that group of paranoia, the individual strength of these fighters can be imagined.

In the first wave alone, the sniper unit lost three cavalry, and one knight's kite-shaped shield was completely scrapped, and he simply flung the shield as a hidden weapon, and the heavy shield knocked one of the Templars to the ground, and the knight was brave and violent, but was stopped by two other Templars while attacking.

The canyon that could only accommodate ten warriors side by side shook the sky, and the light cavalry in the back row drew a short javelin from their backpacks and helped ten steps to shoot into the sky at a 70° angle, and the temple warriors on the opposite side were not to be outdone by throwing their bows. With a flash of light, Elle and the priest on the opposite side cast a spell to protect against the arrows, and the first wave of ranged attacks was in vain.

In just a few moments, two more horsemen were killed. A tall Templar warrior armed with a double-ended stick smashed the head of a cavalryman with two steel-made sticks, and the head of the Templar warrior's stick was stained with a viscous red and white liquid, and he roared in anger and rushed into the battle with the double-ended stick like a madman.

A knight raised a kite-shaped shield and stepped into his face with a muffled thud, and the steel surface of the shield was dented and sawdust flew sideways. The knight snorted, endured the numbness of his left hand, and slashed at the opponent with a sword in both hands, sparks overflowing, and the half-sword in his hand cut into the body of the stick for several points, and the two sides were frozen in place wrestling.

The weak knight was firmly suppressed by the stick warrior, and the three light cavalry in the rear immediately filled the gap, and the three spears pierced together, piercing the brave stick warrior into a meat skewer!

The advantages of the regular legion's ability to fight in groups began to show, and the situation that had initially fallen to the upper hand due to individual bravery was reversed. This scene is the epitome of a narrow front, and every time a Templar warrior forcibly breaks through with his own bravery, he will be suppressed by the resistance with the strength of the group.

The narrow battlefield seemed to have become a meat bomber, with both sides constantly throwing their lives into that line of defense, and then being smashed into cold pieces of meat by the merciless front.

- It can't go on like this!

This is the unanimous idea of the commanders of both sides.

The archbishop stared at the bloody battlefield with a gloomy gaze, and he instructed the priests on the left and right, "Let those inner sanctum warriors retreat for the time being, and regroup in the rear." At the same time, the soldiers of the outer temple were ordered to form a small-scale formation and support each other in groups of three to break through the position. ”

The warriors of the inner temple are strong in their personal strength, but most of them are unruly. In the beginning, the archbishop used his personal abilities to break through the defenses, but he underestimated the resilience of the exhausted sniper force.

Maybe I'm underestimating that person.

Sitting on his horse, the archbishop tried to look into the depths of the canyon through the bloody front. There was a strong aura of magic there, which disgusted him, who specialized in divine arts.

"Spell Position?" the Archbishop stroked his beard to his lips, "That's why I hate these clever mages. ”

But no matter how annoying he was, the archbishop had no intention of risking his life.

He is 68 years old this year, although for him, an eight-ring priest, 68 is only two-thirds of his life. But at his age, if he can't go further in this war of faith, it means that his political career has come to an end.

To be a regional archbishop for the rest of his life, or even to be made a puppet by some careerist, is simply intolerable for an ambitious archbishop.

It was precisely because of this kind of thinking that the archbishop would not be stupid enough to rush into battle, and he didn't even have the idea of performing magic himself.

What a joke! The guy on the other side of the spell camp is likely to be Charlotte Clayderman, a ruthless man who can slaughter even the legendary Red Dragon and make Helrington return in vain.

If he accidentally attracted the attention of the other party, wouldn't he have nowhere to reason when he died?

But he didn't want to provoke Charlotte, but Charlotte didn't intend to let him go.

The mage was well aware of the disparity in strength between the enemy and the enemy, and based on such a battle loss ratio, it would be impossible to hold off the Temple warriors for four hours. So now it seems that if you want to achieve your strategic goals, sniping at the other side's top brass is the only option.

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief when she used the Eye of Spell suspended in the air to detect the enemy's situation. Helrington is not in the opposing lineup, and if you want to give the opponent a head-on blow, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He immediately motioned for Elle to take his place to keep the spell position running, and at the same time, Eleni's realistic simulacrum modeling, a burst of silver lines flashed, and a dull-looking Daphne reappeared in front of him.

"Wow! who, who is she?!"

Hoyle, who assisted him in commanding the battlefield, was startled and stared at the elven ranger who suddenly appeared.

"A nasty ghost known to the world as the princess of the stars. "Charlotte probably only dared to play tricks when faced with Daphne's simulacrum.

"W-what!Princess of the Stars?!Is that the Princess of the Stars!!" Hoyle gasped.

The shadow of the famous tree of man!

If Charlotte is a rising star who has only made a name for herself in recent years, then Devon Nicole, who is nearly 100 years old, has already made a name for herself in the world of Steeu.

Charlotte didn't answer, but instead pointed to the virtual mirror in front of her, which showed a bird's-eye view of the entire battlefield. The camera zooms in and points to the old man in white on a war horse and holding a silver diamond-encrusted scepter.

"See him, please help me shoot him, arrogant and nasty princess. ”

- If the real Devonie was here, she would probably shoot herself without saying a word, right?

As soon as such an idea flashed, Daphne's siacrum stepped on the steep rock wall with agility, and rushed to the top of the rock wall with a few jumps.

"This gun will hit! This gun will be extinguished! Shoot it, Gungnir—"

In an instant, the starlight pierced through the thick clouds, and the sky that was about to fall into the night gathered bright starlight.

A delicate spear covered in intricate Runi script appeared on Daphne's longbow, and Daphne spoke the words of the forest, and people were like bows and arrows!

The tiny starlight flickered and vanished, followed by a dizzying, high-pitched sound that resounded across the battlefield. It was the sharp roar of the sharpshooter breaking through the sound barrier, and Charlotte stared at the mirror for a moment, only to see the starlight pass by, and the old man with the scepter sitting on the war horse fell on his back!

"Really, really worthy of the princess of the stars!" Hoyle muttered to himself dumbfounded at the sight of this scene.