What kind of feeling is it like for heaven and earth to collapse in front of your eyes?

Aarons didn't want to know, not at all if he could—it was like the deepest nightmare, the world suddenly toppled before his eyes, the jungle came back to life like a demon before his eyes, he didn't even have time to react, a storm of flames descended out of nowhere, engulfing them in the blink of an eye, and if it weren't for the heavy steel armor on their bodies that withstood most of the damage, I'm afraid that by the end of this round of attacks, there would have been very few of them who would have survived, right?

Sighing secretly, he gathered the scattered troops.

The figure of that nasty creature flashed through his mind, if it hadn't been for the fact that he hadn't killed this mage in the previous charge...... He was a little annoyed, but then he was gone—he had no mercy before, and she was still alive in the face of the blow, and he couldn't do better in that hasty situation, and it was pointless to delve into it—the pointless hatred was unnecessary.

What really matters now is what to do next.

The situation is not optimistic......... He had to make a decision.

However, before he could gather all his troops, the enemy had already approached his flank—and although it was not real in the smoke, the terrible screams did come clearly from not far away, and came to an abrupt end.

Come so fast.

Did a high-level professional make a move?

Although the existence of the intruder is known, the actual situation has not changed at all, and the corps did have enough ability to resist the superior fighters in its heyday, but now it ...... The situation was not much better than the rout, the war horses died in the round of impact just now, they ran and ran, they were not so much a cavalry regiment as an infantry regiment. To make matters worse, their formation was completely scattered in the previous blows, and the weapons in their hands were also spears suitable for cavalry combat, and they were unable to organize an effective counterattack in the face of an incoming enemy.

What to do?

Is it resistance...... Or surrender?

Aarens couldn't help but smile wryly as a most unacceptable option crossed his mind - he didn't intend to grovel to the enemy in any case, but there seemed to be no other choice in front of him at the moment.

Only...... One to die?

No, don't mess with yourself! Don't give up!

As a leader, you must always keep a clear head, you must be responsible for your subordinates, and you must ...... There must be a way!

The dim eyes regained their brilliance, although they still didn't think of a solution, the silver-white armor was still a smoky and misty appearance, but the momentum suddenly rose, and the words were calm but unexpectedly able to give people a sense of undeniable convincing, which made the panicked hearts instantly quiet.

"Array, meet the enemy."

He was the first to raise his gun, and then the chaotic order was reintegrated in a fairly short time, and hundreds of heavily armored riders who had lost their horses lined up neatly, drew their guns, and marched forward.

Ahead of them, there was nothing but a burning sea of flames, and ...... Alone.

- Ishida Mer.

Aarens still remembers this person, judging from the information transmitted by the church, he is the leader of the elven mission, and he is also the strongest among them, the peak warrior who has stepped into the upper realm, and he is the existence of one person who is enough to resist the entire army - it is not that he was not despised before, but as the cavalry regiment of the three ace legions of the country of mountains, they have the confidence that even if the superior warrior stands in front of them, it is enough to crush it.

Invincible self-confidence.

I have my invincible self-confidence.

This is self-confidence, not arrogance, a cavalry charge built into a scale, and indeed even the upper professional has to avoid its edge, in the initial confrontation, their group charge also forced the man to be embarrassed, but now...... They met an unseemly enemy in an inopportune place—they lost their horses, lost their unstoppable momentum, faced with warriors at the top of the mortal world, and faced the most untouchable enemies.

But even so, he didn't intend to take even a step back.

- Rather than stealing his life, he might as well fight his last drop of blood and die of exhaustion.

At least, it's not too bad for a fighter......

Shaking like a glimpse of light only existed for a moment, and the brown pupils were dissipated, and then once again burned with the fighting spirit to the death--facing the terrible opponent who was not hurrying and approaching step by step, he was at the front of the queue without showing the slightest panic and anxiety, only staring at the irresistible monster that came out of the fire with calm eyes, raising his hand slightly, and pointing his spear straight ahead-

"Victory!"

He said, not only to everyone behind him, but also to himself.

However, to his surprise, there was a cloud of people behind him-

"Wan Sheng! Win! ”

The end of the spear shook the earth, tearing the sky in unison.

Inexplicably, his eyes under the cold armor were slightly moist, and his voice became hoarse unconsciously.

"- Ten thousand wins, ten thousand victories!"

Everyone's roar finally converged and erupted into an unstoppable momentum like a torrent.

It's just a façade.

Some people may think so, but Isdamel will not be one of them - from the very beginning, the elven swordsman has no doubts about defeating this army, as the strongest swordsman in the Elven Forest who has entered the peak of the world and is only one step away from the world, it is not difficult to defeat the division of a thousand people by himself, even if the opponent is the elite of the elite, the ace of the ace, as long as it is not a corps composed of all "knight" ranks like the Knights Templar, he is sure that he can defeat or even defeat it, The only thing to worry about is the cost.

If the mage is not able to stop their charge, he can only stand in the way of the enemy's advance, although it will not be crushed into dust, but it is inevitable that he will be injured by it, and even if he is not careful, it is not uncommon to be seriously injured. As for now, even if the cavalry loses their unstoppable grandeur and is not completely accustomed to dismounting and fighting, as long as that spirit does not collapse, it will still be quite a trouble for him.

However, it is only a problem.

As for the rekindling of the enemy's morale, Isdamel only lost his mind slightly, and then smiled - now is the time to take care of himself, even if he will pay a lot of price, and even put himself at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the enemy's arrival of the upper professional, he can't care so much...... There will never be a mistake in seizing the opportunity, and it is also an indisputable fact that there is a lack of strong people on the side of the team.

There is no time to hesitate.

Thinking of this, he bowed back slightly, and then shot out like a sharp arrow from the string in the next moment.

Draw your sword.

The sword body was as clear as water, and the sword light was as cold as ice.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying sword was close in front of Aarons's eyes, almost dazzling his eyes like a sudden flash of light in the darkness, making him unable to resist it.

- So fast.

The instinct of the warrior is one step faster than the conscious reaction, and the subconscious block saved his life at this critical moment, the elven swordsman's thin sword is not long enough to deal with steel heavy armor, and the time to kill is fleeting, and in desperation, he can only turn the stab into a beat, and slam a sword on his body, throwing him out of a dozen yards away with a heavy armor, rolling a lot of meat, and he can't participate in the battle again in a short time.

However, such a result did not satisfy Isdamel.

His enemy was never a single person, but an entire corps—and after he had just stunned the officers at the front of the line, several soldiers in the second row had already reacted, their sharp spears stabbing at every tricky angle, sealing off almost all the space he could move and flip.

They all seem to be good hands.

Complimenting them for their reaction, the elven swordsman's countenance did not change in the slightest—the so-called almost...... In a sense, it means that there are gaps to follow! Stepping on the knight's spear that stabbed first, he leaped to his feet, dodging all the attacks that followed, and the elven rappier, like the deadliest serpent, kissed lightly on the softness between a warrior's helmet and armor.

Blood erupted in the next moment, adding a touch of brilliant color to the world where the flames burned.

It's just a pity...... They were not shaken by this.

The spear attack never stopped, and if one person fell, another made up for it, and the killing was endless, and it was like a deep swamp from which he could not escape.

But—

He's not fighting alone, either!

It was not very difficult for Isdamel to break through this blockade and break through this encirclement, in fact he had at least seven ways to get out of the stalemate, but at this time, none of these methods were necessary, because just as his enemies were not a single person, but a whole army or more, he was not fighting alone, and he was fighting alongside him, as well as his companions in the Elven Forest.

In the middle of the attack, he managed to attract everyone's attention, and created the illusion that there was only one enemy - the misguided soldiers did not even notice that the elven warriors had lurked behind them while they were trying their best to encircle the enemy in front of them, and several sharp-eyed soldiers had fallen silently in a pool of blood, unable to make even a single sound.

The encroachment of the elves is advancing slowly and orderly.

Like dusk, it will swallow up light.

By the time they found out something was wrong, it was too late - even ignoring the presence of Eastamel, the heavy warriors were overwhelmed by the onslaught of those elven warriors, unable to organize an effective counterattack, just a one-sided slaughter.

But it is clear that the enemy attack will not end there, on the contrary, it is just beginning.