"I can't help much. Granling's forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans. When the battle was at its most stalemate just now, he used divine support like a desperate one, and his divine power was completely overdrawn.

"Fuck, count me in. Bust picked up the helmet and snapped it back onto his head. He'd like to see what this Eagle Knight can do!

The leader of the Tiger Guards, named Woods, bowed silently to Bederick, raised his heavy sword and led all the Tiger Guards who could still fight behind Richard. His brothers fought and died in Chakshi, and the Tiger Man had never been in the habit of abandoning his companions, even if only corpses remained.

Before he could brew more intense emotions, a figure suddenly stood in front of him like a tree stump.

"The newcomers are standing back. Gunther thrust his shoulder, squeezing the big man half as tall as him, and snorted disdainfully, "There's no place for you here." ”

"Together, charge. Richard snapped his fingers, spreading far in the cold and dry air.

The long sword pointed, and the sound of neat footsteps began to sound.

"Here we go again. Capet held his chin in his palm thoughtfully.

The number of people in this attack is only about one-eighth of the last time, a total of about three hundred, so small that you can count them directly without estimating. The formation looked pitifully thin, and it contrasted sharply with the ambition of the griffons who were waiting for them.

The only difference is that the Dragoons and Centaurs, who had been stationed in the distance to watch the battle from afar last time, also moved this time.

As an experienced commander, Capet always assumes that his opponents are shrewd enough to wonder if there is a more subtle deep killing motive behind those seemingly stupid moves.

This is definitely a good habit on the ever-changing battlefield, and it has saved the fate of himself and his subordinates several times. This time, however, Capet felt that perhaps the enemy was making a fool. Because he really couldn't understand what such a person could do even if he rushed up.

Elite?

It was the first time that Capet had seen a troop charge, and he could take a step that was neater than that of the honor guard. Their speed was no slower than the Pompeii infantry just now, and maybe even faster, but there was a leisurely feeling like a walk, and at a glance you knew that they were not ordinary goods.

But the elite can't cover everything, let alone surpass the powerful Blood Knight.

"Uncle, please let me join the battle. The little nephew, Fontaine, was so excited that his cheeks flushed.

"Go ahead. Capet felt that it was better to let him see the wind and waves at the right time, so as not to know the height of the sky, "but he must be with the Cavaliers reserves, and he can't act alone." ”

Fontaine ran and jumped away like a rabbit, and it was hard to say how much he could listen to the elders' advice.

Capet's gaze continued to focus on the battlefield, and the infantry of the Pompeii barbarians was close enough.

As the officer shouted and ordered the archers to start firing a volley, they quickly stopped helplessly. The opponent has a heavy and well-armored armour, and their efforts are basically equivalent to wasting arrows.

And the same archers, the centaurs behaved enough to make any commander jealous to the point of vomiting blood.

They stood still a hundred yards away, and with only two rounds of free fire, no one on the wall dared to show their heads—one of the warriors who dared to show their heads had a feathered arrow on their heads. Then the centaurs began to pour fire on the infantry array behind the gap.

The nightmare of griffin ambition has officially begun.

The shield is a powerful weapon against the bow and arrow, but today is an exception.

A slightly lighter shield can't stop the combination of longbows and weighted arrows at all, and will be pierced by people with shields. But this does not mean that it is safe to hide behind a heavy shield, as long as you are not careful to show a little flesh, a feathered arrow will immediately fly like a long eye, and it is incredibly accurate.

Capet realized that the quality of these centaur archers was definitely the highest in his life, and even the elves who were known for their good archery could not be better than them. Although the total number is less than a hundred, the ability to inflict casualties is comparable to that of a thousand-man team.

Griffon's ambition is accompanied by a full five hundred archers, all veterans and a huge numerical advantage, not without trying to fight back. However, the difference in archery between the two sides was obviously greater than the number of people, and under the care of the centaurs, they withdrew from the battle due to heavy casualties before they could survive the third round.

Capet began to feel a little uneasy at this scene, and when the hand-to-hand encounter began, this uneasiness quickly turned into a reality.

The imaginary stalemate and tragic exchange did not occur at all, and when the Pompeii barbarians rushed up with their battle axes, the Stuart soldiers in front of the defense were like targets made of straw, and the only effect was to delay the enemy's advance slightly.

They fall so fast that people can't react, and they can't even doubt whether their eyes are reliable. The well-equipped, well-organized, and high-morale regular Stuart army, which at the moment is no better than the unarmed civilians, is being slaughtered without resistance!

Based on the speed of casualties, Capet quickly deduced an almost ridiculous fact - these inconspicuous-looking Pompeii hoplites are generally more powerful than the three-bladed tigermen!

Especially the heavy swordsman who rushed to the front, his weapon didn't seem to be sharpened at all, but each swing caused several legionnaires to briefly break free from the constraints of gravity and rush into the air like birds, at the cost of landing on the ground with obvious bones shattered. Such an exaggerated performance was a complete blow to morale, and after several knights who tried to intercept were soon killed, the griffon-minded soldiers apparently began to hide from the battle.

"It's our turn, isn't it?" Cervantes looked agitated, holding a scarlet spur sword in his hand, which occasionally melted into liquid and enveloped his palm.

There was a deep bone-staining cut on his cheek, a mark left on him by a tiger warrior. Blood Knights have control over their own blood, so they don't have to worry about losing blood from their wounds, but they don't get rid of pain. Cervantes felt like a flame was burning in his heart, longing for destruction and killing.

"Wait, wait, wait. Capet repeated nervously, countless thoughts racing.

Sending out the Blood Knight now will certainly reverse the disadvantage, but it will also be equivalent to playing the last hole card in your hand. The problem is that the most feared Dragoons are still eyeing up, clearly waiting for the Blood Knights to come first.

At this time, whoever plays the hole card first will be at a disadvantage. If the Blood Knight were to be dispatched too soon, he would undoubtedly become the target of the Earthwalker Charge.

How to deal with it? The question swirled in Capet's mind.

All thoughts finally turned into a wry smile, and he soon realized that he had no choice at all, as the front line was rapidly sliding towards collapse. The other party can wait, he can't afford to wait.

"Lord Cervantes, please. ”