Standing on high ground, Charlotte and Nell saw the changes on the battlefield almost at the same time.

Nell was moved, but Charlotte's silence prevented him from acting recklessly. He looked at Charlotte, who was full of solemnity, waiting for this legendary cousin to make a decision.

On the battlefield, the breakout troops led by Hoyle were not the first to be sniped. He did not break through the original retreat route, but made a circle and headed northeast.

At this time, the battlefield has changed from chaos to one-sided slaughter. The deceased Herrington personally rushed into battle, and under the sound of killing and the obstruction of his vision, he also failed to respond to the breakthrough force in time.

After all, there are nearly 6,000 rebel soldiers on the battlefield, and even if the whole line has collapsed, just standing there and letting people cut it can consume a lot of Helrington's time. What's more, the battlefield at this moment is chaotic, full of soldiers who have lost their armor and hindered their movements, which makes the battlefield like a bottomless mire, making it difficult for the soldiers in it to move.

Under such circumstances, the breakout force led by Hoyle finally began to break through to the perimeter with difficulty. After about a thousand meters of penetration, the surrounding enemy forces began to react and gradually closed in the center.

In such a melee, well-trained noble knights were no better than ordinary cavalry, and luck occupied the decisive factor in the breakout battle. The arrows flew in unison, the swords and axes were chopped, and the knights who were shot by the arrows did not dare to stay for a moment, so they could only endure the severe pain and follow the large team to move forward. There are constantly comrades-in-arms around him who are stabbed off their horses, and he can only be greeted by the tragic fate of being chopped into pieces of flesh or trampled into minced meat.

The defeated rebels had no idea where they would end. The routed legions scurried headlessly, and some even lost their way and rushed into the enemy line, completely overwhelmed by the silver tyrannical warriors. The army that broke through also didn't know where the road was, they only knew that Hoyle who was following the front kept charging, and they couldn't stop, they didn't dare to stop!

Because to stop is to die!

In the chaos of the battlefield, you have me, I have you, Charlotte's eyes wander back and forth between Hoyle, Austin and Hairington. He saw that Helrington, who was originally attacking the Chinese army, suddenly suspended his attack, and looked at Viscount Austin, who was leading the guards to stubbornly defend the high ground.

Buffs and MONOCULUS allow Charlotte to see their movements from a distance. In the midst of the chaos, he saw Viscount Austin, who was holding the flag in one hand, silently wiping his throat towards Hairington, and Hairington was stunned, and the surprise and mockery of the lion being provoked by the rabbit were fully expressed. Instantly, he smiled as cruelly as a beast before it preyed.

Charlotte couldn't help but be in awe of the old man who had played a trick on him.

He can understand Austin's move, and he presumably wants to drag Hairington in this way and create valuable breakout time for Hoyle.

Unfortunately, Austin's provocative plan did not work as it should, but rather backfired.

Rumor has it that Herington was a natural warrior with a thirst for killing, but now it seems that he is anything but reckless.

Austen's unusual actions aroused his suspicions, and he began to restrain his innermost desire to kill, calmly watching the battlefield with the help of the priests. Immediately, a sneer appeared on his face full of mature masculine charm.

Charlotte had a premonition that something was wrong, and sure enough, Helrington explained a few words to the priests around her, and then stepped on a tall horse and led a group of elite warriors in pursuit in the northeast direction. The priest stayed, surrounding the pale Austin.

"Oh no!" Nell blurted out on the high ground.

“…… It's self-defeating. However, Hairington does not seem to be as brave and resourceful as it is rumored. Charlotte looked thoughtfully at Helrington as she straddled her horse.

This time the stalk lasted a little longer, and Herington, who wielded his sword and slashed the rebels to the ground like a sheep on his feet, seemed to be aware of it, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the momentum of the original sprint suddenly stopped, and the silver flames in his eyes burned, and his gaze burned with Charlotte on the high ground in the distance.

In an instant, a vigorous force seemed to break through the limitations of time and space, piercing Charlotte's sea of consciousness with an invisible force field.

However, today, although Charlotte's sea of consciousness and magic energy pool have shrunk due to soul cutting, they are far purer than they were when the three major systems become more and more pure. In addition, the mage's sea of consciousness is originally more condensed than that of a warrior, even if it is as strong as Hairington, how can he help to get Charlotte today.

I saw the mage on the high ground snort coldly, and a pale gold mysterious rune loomed in his originally red eyes. The two spirits collided in the air, and in an instant, they disappeared invisibly.

This time the air attack and defense, the two sides are actually the winner or loser!

"Huh?" Helrington on the battlefield exclaimed, and he casually slashed the rebel in front of him to the ground on the left, and manipulated his horse to raise his front hooves, laughing and letting the iron hooves trample the warrior into minced flesh.

On the battlefield where the battle was screaming to the sky, Helrington enjoyed the wails of the trampled warriors before they died, and smiled as if they were enjoying a peerless wine.

"Interesting! Interesting! Losente still has such delicious prey!"

With a smile, he looked at Charlotte deeply again, turned his horse's head and chased in the direction of Hoyle's breakthrough.

It seems that even though he is full of desire to hunt Charlotte, this man can still restrain his inner impulse with reason.

Compared with Gerald in his memory, Helrington, who is quite similar to him, is less crazy and more calm. But when it comes to the degree of difficulty, Charlotte, who has been in contact with Gerald, naturally knows that the two are not in the same order of magnitude at all.

"Nell, let's go!"

On the high ground, Charlotte also turned her horse's head and said to Nell beside her.

"Where's it going?!" Nell didn't move, he was worried that Charlotte would leave.

The runes flickered, and Charlotte's magic eye was indifferent and ruthless, "Of course it's time to meet the breakout troops, the time has come, aren't they about to break through to the edge of the battlefield?"

Nell's eyes lit up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he clenched the saber at his waist and shouted, "Understood!"

The two horses rushed down the high ground one after the other, and circled the battlefield in a northeasterly direction. On the other side, although the speed of Herrington's advance was good, after all, it was in the center of the battlefield, and the two sides were circling in circles and the other was blocked, but they rushed to Hoyle's side that was breaking through in no particular order.

On the other side, Hoyle, who was covered in blood, was stabbed over his horse by the halberd soldiers in the front row, and fell to the ground involuntarily. He rolled over, dodging the thrusts of the four halberders, and then stepped on the halberd's shaft and swung his sword forward.

In a flash of silver light, the three halberders fell to the ground, and he quickly picked up a halberd and swung it at the last man, stabbing the other party to death while forcing back several other attacking enemies.

Despair made him look up to the sky and roar, knowing full well that he would be almost dead if he fell from his horse in the charge of the chaotic army. In order to avoid the trampling of his red-eyed companion behind him, he had to charge to the side against the pressure of the enemy.

Otherwise, the iron hooves that lose control in the next second can trample him into minced meat.

"Hoyle!

Just as he was about to give up hope, a familiar voice sounded in his ears. His comrade-in-arms suddenly stretched out his hand to scoop him up in the process of galloping, and the desire to survive made him immediately seize the only chance of life. In the case of physical exhaustion to the freezing point, he regained new strength, and quickly turned over and sat behind the horse.

"Hoyle, hold on!" his comrade yelled at him, "we're about to rush out!"

Hoyle raised his head and found that after breaking through the barrier, the pressure in front of him suddenly lightened!

yes, they're about to rush out.