As soon as the two opposing cavalry teams came into contact, the people on the battlefield turned over on their backs, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing resounded in the field of Arnathan.

The wolf cavalry on the back of the wolf and the human knight on the back of the velociraptor all fought with guns and knives, and the mounts under them also pounced on each other fiercely. On the battlefield, there were swords and swords, blood and rain, and from time to time, wolf cavalry and human knights fell forever on this blood-stained land.

Sophia quietly observed the battle on the battlefield, and now that the werewolf had invested all his forces, he had a slight advantage. And he still has a full two thousand tyrannosaurus knights in his hands who have not been put into the battlefield, if the werewolves really only have this little strength, then the victory or defeat of this battle has been decided.

At this time, several Tyrannosaurus knight scouts rushed from the periphery of the battlefield to Sophia's military formation, said something beside her, and then quickly retreated.

"Within a radius of thirty miles, there is indeed only such a team of wolf cavalry of 1,000 people, and there are no other orc ambushes. With a mere 1,000 men against 3,000 of us, this sharp blade is either crazy, or it is really as you expected, captain, I am afraid that there is no peace of mind to fight us at all. Victor glanced at Sophia beside him, his eyes full of admiration.

"Well," Sophia nodded, and said lightly, "Now that we can be sure that there are no orc ambushes nearby, then we can rest assured that everyone will be thrown into battle." If the werewolf retreats, we'll chase it all the way, and this time, I'm going to pay for his cleverness. ”

Sophia gave an order, and the thousand Tyrannosaurus knights of the rear army immediately began to slowly approach the center of the battlefield. And the five hundred Tyrannosaurus knights on each side of the flanks also outflanked the left and right sides of the battlefield diagonally.

As Sophia threw all the Tyrannosaurus Knights into the battlefield, the battle situation in the center of the battlefield suddenly changed. After discovering the abnormal movement of the Tyrannosaurus Knight, the Bloodtooth Wolf Cavalry, who had the upper hand on the battlefield, suddenly retreated like a tide.

Looking at the retreating blood-toothed wolf cavalry team, Sophia couldn't help but sneer, and led a group of tyrannosaurus knights to chase all the way.

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Portland City, North Gate.

"Death to those who stand in my way. Bart roared wildly, and with a wave of the war knife in his hand, a rain of blood was immediately raised, and the head of a Byzantine soldier flew into the air in an instant.

Immediately afterward, he dodged sideways, avoiding a spear stabbed from behind, and then reflexively slashed, splitting the Byzantine Empire soldiers who were sneaking up in the back in half from head to toe.

With every slash from Barth's roar, a Byzantine soldier fell at his feet.

The smell of blood permeated the air, which stimulated the blood in his body to boil.

After Blade became the co-captain of the Third Wing, Bart rose through the ranks. Within two years, he had been promoted to the position of deputy wing commander of the 3rd Wing.

This time, according to the plan of the blade, Bart took advantage of the opportunity for the three thousand Tyrannosaurus Knights to leave Portland City and led the army to attack Portland City. Although there is still a Byzantine infantry brigade in Portland, with a total of more than 3,000 Byzantine infantry to defend, how can these ordinary Byzantine infantry stop the attack of 1,500 elite blood-toothed wolf cavalry?

After 1,500 blood-toothed wolf cavalry attacked Portland, they immediately turned into infantry and began to climb the city wall and storm Portland. As the deputy captain, Bart took the lead, leading a group of martial arts masters to storm the north gate of Portland City as a spearhead. After a bloody battle, he finally seized control of the north gate, and opened the city gate, allowing the blood-toothed wolf cavalry to enter the city. The Byzantine soldiers who rushed to reinforce from all over Portland were desperately fighting to the death at the north gate to block the blood-toothed wolf cavalry that had broken through the city. The Byzantine soldiers knew that once the blood-toothed wolf cavalry invaded the city, then the city of Portland would be truly finished.

But in the face of the elite journey of the orc army, these ordinary Byzantine soldiers were no match at all, and after several attacks from the blood-toothed wolf cavalry, the flesh and blood defense line built by the Byzantine soldiers was crumbling.

"Hold on, hold on to me, don't let these werewolves break into the city. A bloodied Byzantine colonel's officer roared desperately, his expression frantic and hideous.

"Captain, these werewolves are too powerful, and the brothers have suffered too many casualties, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on. We might as well abandon the outer city and bring the werewolves into the city and engage in street fighting, where our losses will be much less. A low-ranking officer of the Byzantine Empire, with multiple wounds on his body, shouted loudly.

"No, the urban area is a residential area, and we must not lead the flames of war there! People are in the city, and people are dying in the city. Lieutenant Colonel Christoph and the soldiers of the 2nd Squadron have bravely sacrificed their lives for the country, and even if all of our brigade dies here today, we must not take half a step back. The Colonel brandished the cross-sword in his hand and roared angrily at the junior officer.

"Yes, Captain, I see. The junior officer replied loudly to the colonel, but before he could finish speaking, he saw a cold arrow fly, which instantly pierced his neck and brought out a shower of blood.

The junior officer snorted and fell to the ground.

Witnessing the tragic death of another subordinate, the colonel could not hide his grief and indignation, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long roar, and then pointed forward with the cross giant sword in his hand, and shouted: "Kill!" and smashed into the fiercest part of the battle on the battlefield like a mad demon.

The wind is howling, and life is dying.

This is a slaughterhouse of Shura.

Bart had already removed the helmet from his head and threw away the armor on his body.

The surging seventh-level peak fighting spirit and high battle intent stimulated the blood all over his body, causing him to throw away all the steel restraints on his body.

"It's so cool...... Hurry," Bart let out a low, hearty cheer as he slowly pulled the sword from the heart of a Byzantine soldier and poured the blood from the knife on his hot skin.

"Devil, he must be a devil from hell!" several Byzantine soldiers who stood in front of Bart looked at the demon-like werewolf in front of them in fear, let out a frightened cry, and turned and fled to the rear.

A milky white light condensed by the fighting spirit pierced through the air, and in an instant, a heart-rending scream rang out, and the Byzantine soldiers who had fled in front of Bart were in different places almost at the same time.

"Those who retreat from the enemy will be killed. There was a hoarse voice, gently wafting in this bloody and bloody world. boundless

A blood-stained cross-sword came into Bart's eyes.

"You are...... The captain of the Portland City Infantry Garrison Brigade?" Bart couldn't help but ask coldly when he saw the rank of colonel of the Byzantine Empire on the armor of the comer.

"Yes, I'm Colonel Persson, the captain of the Portland City Infantry Garrison....... The cross-sword in Persson's hand slowly rose upwards and pointed at Bart, his eyes full of rage: "You lowly beast, give me my life, I will cut off your ugly head to pay tribute to the noble soul of the Imperial warrior you killed." With that, Persson's figure flashed, and he swung his sword and pounced on Bart.

As soon as he heard the word "beast", Bart's already cold face became even colder, like the eternal thousand-year-old ice. As higher beings with advanced intelligence, the most jealous thing for orcs is the discriminatory title given to them by humans - "beast". Although orcs still possess some characteristics of homologous beasts in appearance, they have indeed evolved into "humans", which is completely different from those real beasts that have no intelligence or civilization to speak of.

"Human, you go and die. Bart opened his blood-red eyes in anger and let out a sharp roar, and the sword in his hand went straight to the cross-slashed giant sword.

There was a loud bang, the swords touched, and Bart and Persson each clenched the hilt of the sword, desperately pressing each other hard, without giving in. The two stared at each other angrily, their faces almost touching each other.

Suddenly, the two of them shouted at the same time, and the fighting qi in their bodies poured out like a flood of bursting embankments with the blades in their hands, attacking each other with all their might. With a loud bang, a powerful tornado column formed by the explosion formed where Bart and Persson stood, thickening and soaring into the sky. Affected by the tornado, some of the corpses of soldiers on both sides lying on the ground around them, as well as some soldiers who were slightly weaker or seriously injured and could not resist the rising force of the tornado, were also thrown into the air, and then fell down heavily.

At the same time, in the center of the tornado column, a figure flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell obliquely to the ground.

The wind settles, and the dust falls.

The battle on the battlefield continued, and the soldiers didn't seem to have time to pay attention to the earth-shattering blow caused by the duel between the two masters here. All they focus on is the opponent they are facing in their eyes who are fighting for their lives.

No one wants to attract the opportunity of their opponent because of their momentary distraction, so as to make themselves pay an irreparable price for life.

That's the price of life!

After the tornado pillar dissipated, Bart was now in shape, he was still standing in his original position, his upper body was naked, his muscles were knotted, and his blood-stained mane was windless. He stood silently, like a beautifully carved sculpture.

"I'm surprised, human, that you're actually a seventh-level swordsman. It's a pity that you're not my match yet. Finally, Bart spoke, his fangs glinting with a chilling chill.

Persson struggled to get up from the ground with a sword in his hand. His face was bloodied, and he glared at Bart without saying a word.

"You are a warrior worthy of respect, and in our eyes Wolff, it is disrespectful to a warrior to rely on the sword to end the life of a warrior. Bart suddenly thrust the war knife in his hand into the ground, bent his fingers on both hands, and said slowly: "In order to show respect for you, I will rely purely on my own strength and end your life with my claws and fangs." ”

With that, Bart roared, and the nails on his claws grew an inch, and he shook his body, waving his sharp claws, and pounced on Persson.

Persson roared in anger and swung his cross-sworded head-on again. As soon as the two of them approached, a series of dazzling sword moves and claw shadows immediately flashed in the sky.

Persson's sword move is a fierce way, plus he is fighting with his life with all his might, every time he swings his sword, there is a sharp whirring wind, and the momentum is extremely powerful. Barthes, on the other hand, was vague and flickering, wandering in front of Persson like a ghost, and his claws continued to probe into Persson's forehead and chest, but it was much more comfortable in comparison. The two were fighting fiercely, and suddenly, there were bursts of Qingyue birdsong in the distant sky.

Hearing the sound of birdsong, Bart's face suddenly sank, but Persson was happy, and the two of them looked up at the sky in unison.

Suddenly it was dark.

In the sky, more than a thousand griffon knights hovered back and forth over the city of Portland on their flying mounts.

"Reinforcements, our reinforcements are coming!" some Byzantine soldiers cheered excitedly, and they had no way to retreat, and their mood rose from the bottom of despair to the paradise of hope.

"Archers prepare!" Seeing that he was caught in the battlefield of Portland City, the captain of the 1st Brigade of the 3rd Air Cavalry Regiment of the Byzantine Empire, who led the griffin knights to reinforce, saw that he could not distinguish between friend and foe, and immediately made a decision, and decided to carry out an indiscriminate attack on the battlefield under him.

"Woo," Bart saw more than a thousand elite Byzantine Empire air cavalry reinforcements coming to Portland City, knowing that he had led the crowd to attack Portland City this time and that nothing could be done, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl in anger.

Seeing this, Persson had a chance to take advantage of it, and let out a loud shout, and the cross-sword in his hand stabbed Bart in the heart.

Bart raised his right claw and immediately grasped the cross-sword firmly in his claw. Persson pulled back, but the cross-sworded didn't move. Just as Persson's body was running with fighting energy, ready to detonate the fighting energy through the giant sword, he heard a "click", and the cross giant sword was actually broken by Bart with his right claw.

Immediately afterwards, Bart's left paw quickly thrust into Persson's chest, and Persson was shocked and quickly dodged, but he dodged slowly. Bart's vindictive claws still hit Persson's right arm. A shrill, sour sound rang out, and Bart's claws pierced through the steel arm that encased Persson's right arm, digging deep into the flesh beneath it.

Then Bart pulled violently, and Persson suddenly let out a miserable scream, and his right arm was actually cut off by Bart's claws.

Persson immediately fainted in pain.

At this moment, in the sky, the raised right hand of the captain of the griffin brigade suddenly waved downward, giving the order to attack.

"Shoot the arrows,"

With that order, in an instant, a boundless rain of arrows fell from ...... sky.