Flight.

Spread your wings and let the air currents lift, and use it as a stage in the incomparably vast sky, soaring freely.

Freedom, swiftness, chic, and no longer need to rely on your feet to measure the distance inch by inch, is the common dream of almost all intelligent creatures on the ground.

But dreams come true not always with happy endings, but often with dreams shattered.

I have experienced the overweight and weightlessness caused by high-speed maneuvers, the suffocating fear when looking down, and the taste of the wind blowing on my body to take away my body temperature bit by bit.

Some people would rather give their lives to pursue this thrill, while others suddenly realize that flying is not as beautiful as it seems.

Therefore, after the initial wave of blindness passed, the Sgar people became rational about whether to switch to the air cavalry or not.

For example, Abu, although he went out for a few days with the other air cavalry to fly the dragon, he eventually found that he could not completely overcome his fear of heights no matter what. So he simply didn't let his old buddy soak in the source blood, and honestly stayed on the ground as a dragoon.

A mixed group of heavy cavalry consisting of the Shire warriors and the Sgars were met by an opponent, a horde of necromantic knights.

The resuscitator who has a certain amount of necromantic magic can only be transformed from a swordsman with outstanding martial arts skills in his lifetime, and is the backbone of the undead system.

The body is as strong as a hardwood, coupled with the fighting consciousness inherited from the soul before death, and the characteristics of the undead who are naturally not afraid of ordinary injuries. To be fair, the Necro Knight's combat power is outstanding, and he is definitely an opponent that should not be underestimated!

They are also the only undead who consciously form their formations after wading through the river, and they behave completely differently from the mess around them.

"Heavy cavalry!" Abu rushed at the front, at the sharp edge of the arrow attack formation.

The whole body is covered in heavy armor, like a steel statue.

Vera blessed them with the Blessed Spirit Blade, and the stone skin technique and wind walking from the second general of Hum Ha quickly followed.

On the spears that are gradually flattened, the red and white swallowtail flags hunt under the blowing of the air current.

This is the sign of a knight-apprentice, and one day if the lord to whom they are loyal is willing to cut off the swallowtail for them, they will be officially knighted and become the lowest rank of nobility.

In fact, Richard always felt that any soldier under his command was worthy of the title of knight. But he himself is only a pioneer baron, and as a quasi-nobleman who is not in the system, he does not even have the basic right to canonize knights.

"Charge, charge!" Behind him were countless responses, like thunder!

In the face of the Necromantic Knight, they did not even show the slightest hesitation. The fiery spirit seems to melt gold and iron, and the eyes of the enemy seem to be looking at a bed bug destined to be crushed!

The Necro Knights were thoroughly enraged by this naked contempt - it was impossible for the undead at this level to have a clear sense of self, but their broken souls not only inherited martial arts and military discipline, but also the stress instinct in the face of provocation.

The Necromantic Knight, who had just crawled out of the Raging Waves, was wet, and when the wind blew, it suddenly turned into a frosty shell of white flowers, and peeled off at the slightest movement.

Their roars resembled those of cattle, and Richard almost thought they were angry bison when he closed his eyes.

In just a few hundred yards, the two sides are running at full speed, and the distance is constantly shortening!

Seeing that Mars was about to collide with the earth, the dragon in the front row suddenly opened its bloody mouth, roared and spit out a pillar of flame more than ten meters long and burned towards the necromantic knight!

Fear of light and heat is the nature of all the dead. It is unknown why they are immune to the sun's rays, but in the face of the scorching flames, the Necro Knight's defenselessness is clearly unable to overcome his instinctive reactions.

The momentum of the surging and swift charge can't help but stagnate!

And in this brief moment, the earth-walking dragoons and the Shire warriors had already rushed up!

For cavalry, the importance of speed cannot be overstated. Once they lose their proud impact, they are no better than lambs to the slaughter.

The flame burn damage was secondary, but the brief stoppage and chaos it could bring was tantamount to a punch to the seven inches. Whether it is the Sgar people or the Shire warriors, the heavy cavalry tactics are almost immersed in the depths of the blood, and it is impossible to give the opponent time to adjust!

The sound of countless swords entering the flesh sounded, and no matter how tough the body was, it was impossible to resist the spear charge!

Like a naughty child throwing a tantrum and knocking down a bunch of tin soldiers, the Necro Knight's ranks were scattered in an instant.

"Well done!" the lord stepped into the air with his dragon slaying feet in his hand, and headed straight for the stitching monster.

The rampant stitching monster is about the first time in his life that he has met a nemesis. The long sword swirled around his neck, and without stopping, he went straight to the next place.

In just one breath, his figure is as flexible as a swallow, and he folds seven times in the air in a row, making people dizzy.

Each fold is a good head rising to the sky, because of the ingenious force has not broken the balance, and after seven folds, the first suture monster even staggered and didn't have time to fall!

He stood proudly in the air, didn't even bother to look back, pouted his cheeks and blew at the blade of the sword, and the stained blood immediately turned into a blur.

At this moment, he is synonymous with independence, chic and solitude!

"Master Richard's swordsmanship is so powerful, I'm going to be his student!" Sinclair trembled with excitement.

If it weren't for the fact that the top floor of the castle was twenty blades above the ground, she would have jumped in and followed her. To be able to witness this almost incredible skill is a lifetime honor for a swordsman!

"He's deliberately showing off, be careful not to fall. Anne tugged at her arm and wouldn't let go.

The rare formation of the Giant troops has also joined the melee.

The Troll Warrior wields a mace large enough to be used as a city-breaking machine, and a single swing can make a dozen undead experience the joy of flying on the spot!

The improvement that advanced has brought to them is really significant, and now their performance is much more reliable than it was at the beginning. The undead, who were thigh-high to their thighs at most, had little to do but rely on numerical superiority to grind hard.

The problem is that the other Ripper warriors are not dead people, how can they be indifferent to the loss of the robe.

Only the Stitch Monsters can barely fight against the Troll Warriors, but unfortunately their numbers are too scarce. Instead, they were surrounded by groups of trolls, fists, feet and maces, and fought back and forth.

If it weren't for the fact that their bodies containing necromantic magic could really resist, they would have been cleaned up long ago if they had nothing to do with eating maces!

In contrast, the Iron King was a little helpless because he hadn't set foot on the battlefield for 10,000 years.

Due to the lack of time, they didn't have time to build special equipment, and they also used troll maces. The exaggerated heavy weapon like a beam in their hands was like a child's toy, and it didn't work at all.