With a high-pitched and passionate battle cry, the barbarian warriors poured into Chakesh like a tidal wave through the gap in the wall.

The array of spears carefully erected by the opponent did little work, like a reed boat trying to stop the flood, and it collapsed in an instant.

"Formation, formation!" the griffon's ambitious officers' voices bordered on hysteria, everything in front of them was like a ridiculous dream, but the screams that surrounded them reminded them that everything was real.

Griffon Ambition has many euphorbia, well-trained veterans who are proud of their performance in past battles. When the army song was sung and attacked, the fish monsters of the swamp were no match for it, and the ogres of the wilderness retreated. Even in the face of the powerful tiger people, they burst out with amazing courage!

But at this moment, all the glory vanished. Halberds falling on these Pompeians could not break through the defenses at all, just as the Pompeians could not block when their tomahawks attacked.

Richard took the lead and rushed to the front, slashing the dragon greatsword. There was a crackling sound like countless sugar canes breaking at the same time, and the vision ahead was suddenly empty. The Stuart soldiers did not grow wings, but they escaped the earth and flew.

This kind of terrifying performance to the extreme suddenly made a few lucky people who survived the catastrophe drop their weapons and turn around and run. They were probably a little panicked, and were running into a group of knife men in the rear who had never been in battle. The Warlords were unrelenting in their efforts to slash the deserters, but they could not stop the rapidly expanding rout.

"Damn!" the lord looked around left and right, in such a short period of time, the ordinary soldiers were clearly close to collapse, and only some of the remaining officers were still relatively tenacious.

He felt that these so-called regular armies were not as good as the brown bears roaring at the beginning, but he also knew in his heart that they were delusions. And the reason for this illusion is probably because the strength of the mountain fort has become stronger than it was at that time.

The recruits, who were backward in equipment and rank, had enough time for them to catch up. Once the high-level soldiers of the system form a scale, the advantage in the face of ordinary people will be outrageous!

The efforts of the Stuart soldiers were like butter trying to block a scorching cutter. In the end, it can only be despair.

The opponent's most elite knight reserve rushed to the rescue, and the one who ran at the front looked very tender, and may not be an adult. But a battlefield is a battlefield, and no one will have mercy on it. The giant sword in Richard's hand swung over, and he didn't even have time to say a last word, and returned to eternal tranquility with the two comrades behind him.

There are forty knights, which can be called a formidable assault force anywhere, but unfortunately the opponent in front of them is far more powerful than them.

If ordinary soldiers are slaughtered heartily, then the knights are only carefully slaughtered.

What really noted was that behind them, there was also a bare group of strong men. Their faces were cold, muscular like black bears, and their heads were tattooed with different red flowers. In particular, the weapon in his hand is impressive, the color of the water is as red as blood, it looks extremely magnificent, and in the sunlight, it looks like a flowing red gem.

They appear like some kind of flag or symbol. It seems to have brought a new twist to this battle, which was already tending to be one-sided.

Even the Stuart warriors, who had collapsed, saw them and regained their courage and began to howl and attack again. Under the heavy care of the barbarian battle axe and the centaur bow and arrow, the casualties are intrigued, but they are still tenacious.

"Blood Knight. Richard whistled loudly, took a deep breath, and turned on the surge of light.

In his eyes, the lack of armor on the battlefield can basically be equated with the mentally retarded, and these blood knights all look undoubtedly mentally retarded.

"Richard. The lord waved his greatsword in a dashing manner, and reported his name according to the tradition of duels.

"Die!" the other party was not prepared to abide by this virtue at all, and rushed forward with a roar like a mad-haired beast. The red mandala on the top of his head is looking extremely bewitching and vivid because of the blood veins.

"I've never heard such a strange request, but I'm here to help. Richard shrugged, as Cervantes approached him. The nearly 100-pound dragon slaying giant sword changed from static to mobile in an instant, turning into a black shadow that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, tearing through the air and sweeping directly at the comer.

As a knight of blood, Cervantes has of course undergone the most rigorous training in martial arts, so he was able to raise his sword in time to block. The Blood Knight can control the blood in his body to heat up and flow rapidly, and burst out with more power than a bull in his human body. Cervantes, as one of them, is of course even more otherworldly in power.

His choice is completely correct, and his configuration is also good, but if he can't bear it, he can't bear it. Compete with the lord of Alpine Castle, a bull?

The moment the weapons collided, Richard heard a crisp sound like glass shattering. Cervantes' red sword shattered inch by inch, turning into a cloud of blood and spilling on the ground. He threw up his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggering backwards, leaving a series of cobweb-like cracks in the stone floor.

"Damn, so fierce?" Richard saw the undead with a look on his face, and he resisted a sword and was not dead. I have to say that he was very shocked, and he couldn't help but glance at the Blood Knight.

Although the thing fell to the ground and struggled several times and couldn't get up, it was obviously not far from death.

Cervantes turned and crawled desperately towards his approaching companion, his five fingers leaving five long trails of blood on the ground. As a Blood Knight, he felt as if he had lost control of his blood. The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and he stretched out his hand and tried his best to shout the word "save".

The sound is so sincere that anyone who hears it must wonder how much desire for life is full of, how much unwillingness after swallowing the bitter fruit of failure, and how much regret for the recklessness of the enemy. If there is a future, I think he will definitely be able to learn from the pain and reflect on himself.

It's a pity that the first to arrive was the demonic swordsman after all, and the giant sword was first raised high and then slammed down!

The Blood Knight may be able to manipulate minor injuries by controlling the blood, but when severe enough to be fatal, it will never stop life from flowing from within.

As a well-deserved master of melee combat, Richard could feel it the moment the blade touched it, and the strength of the opponent's pure flesh was even no less than that of hardwood of the same volume, and it was indeed difficult for ordinary armor to provide them with effective protection.

"No wonder you dare not wear armor. Richard pouted at the blade and blew hard, and the blood mist drifted away. The land under his feet is on the west side of Qiakeshi, and his behavior at this moment can't help but make people suspect that he is paying tribute to the ancient sword saint "Ximen Blowing Blood".

Immediately afterwards, a full-scale collision between the Ripper Brigade of the High Mountain Fort and the Blood Knights began.

And in the distance, the Sgar Earth Walking Dragon is gradually accelerating.