"Kill, the temporary headquarters of the Dark Race Alliance is in front, everyone will kill with me!"

Poof, beheading the last undead zombie with a single sword, Zhao Dashan turned his horse's head and yelled at the gathered cavalry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After saying that, he put the saber in his hand into the sheath, hung it up again, picked up the spear tied to the other side, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards the temporary headquarters of the Dark Race Alliance.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

The sonic boom shook the sky, and a thousand heavily armored cavalry roared together, put down their swords, picked up their spears, followed Zhao Dashan, and launched a charge.

Not far from the battlefield, tents were erected in the temporary treatment area for the wounded soldiers of the Dark Race.

Not long ago, the soldiers of the Goblins, Kobolds, Pig-Headed Men, and Minotaur tribes who had just retired from the frontline battlefield were dragging their seriously injured or lightly injured bodies in line to receive treatment from the Dark Priest.

This temporary treatment area is large, covering about three football fields, densely packed with tens of thousands of wounded soldiers and guards.

The healing area is guarded by a magical barrier, and there are arrow towers all around the area, a full eight arrow towers, each of which is equipped with a team of dark elf archers.

A team of ten archers, each of which is extremely powerful, and the range of the bow and arrow can cover the entire treatment area.

Protected by a magical barrier, with eighty archers keeping an eye on them at all times, and a team of 1,000 orc cavalry constantly patrolling back and forth on the ground, the entire treatment area is operated like an iron bucket, with almost no defensive dead ends.

"Ah, it hurts me, you tap, tap!"

Inside the tent, the dark priest waved his staff, and as soon as a healing spell fell, the goblins lying on the stretcher screamed loudly.

The Dark Priest's healing technique is crude and simple, and with the same healing effect, it is far less gentle than the healing technique of the human Light Priest.

To put it bluntly, receiving treatment from the Dark Priest is an extremely painful process.

"Call your sister, I'm a great and respected dark priest, and it's a blessing that you've cultivated for eight lifetimes to be able to come and treat you inferior guys.

If you want me to say, you shouldn't waste your magic on you inferior guys, if not, before the war, the Dark Council had an agreement, and it must be treated equally......"

"What nonsense are you talking to these guys, if you're talking crookedly, throw him out!"

On the side, another dark priest looked over and sneered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lord Priest, my brother didn't mean to, he didn't mean to offend you!"

On the edge of the stretcher, another goblin knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

"Forget it, get up, Lao Tzu doesn't have the same knowledge as you."

"Thank you, thank you, Priest."

The goblin on the stretcher breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said with the pain in his endure.

"Alright, go down and rest for ten minutes, and you'll be healed, next!"

The Dark Priest waved his hand and said.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, the human army is coming!"

At this moment, outside the tent, a terrible scream suddenly sounded.

"Don't panic, don't panic, get ready to fight, all races, pick up your weapons and get ready to fight!"

"Hurry up, put on the armor, hurry up and put the armor on!"

……

Screams, shouts, yelling, the originally quiet treatment area instantly became noisy.

"What's going on, what's going on on the front line, how can the human army come over, haven't we always had the upper hand?"

A dark priest was stunned, then wondered.

"It's not like someone is lying about the military!"

A dark priest frowned, suspicious.

"No way, no guy should dare to make such a joke."

"Okay, don't talk about it, pick up your weapons and go out and see."

An old dark priest stood up and said.

As soon as the old priest and the young priest stepped out of the tent, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The horses neighed and the hooves thundered!

"Cavalry, it's cavalry!"

The old priest's face changed and he exclaimed.

"Human cavalry, impossible!"

A dark priest said.

"Yes, until the war has been fought, human beings have dispatched some planes, tanks, artillery or something, and I have never seen them have cavalry?"

The young dark priest clearly didn't believe it.

"It can't be wrong, I was a cavalryman when I was young, and I don't think there can be anything wrong."

The old priest said.

As everyone spoke, the tremor on the ground became more and more intense.

A group of dark priests looked up, only to see dust and smoke billowing in the distance, and a cavalry of more than 1,000 men was charging towards this side at a rapid speed.

"Human, it's the breath of humanity, it's really the cavalry of humanity!"

The young dark priests' faces changed drastically, and they all smelled the human breath coming from the air.

Under the scorching sun, a thousand cavalry rushed towards this side in an irregular fan-shape.

Dusty, heavy and cold armor, sharp spears, looking at those human cavalry, the faces of the dark priests changed and changed.

They felt a murderous intent constantly permeating, and the entire heaven and earth were filled with a suffocating aura.

The old priest's face was particularly pale.

Among the dark priests, he was a cavalryman, and when he was young, the cavalry he was in was one of the few elite cavalry on the Dark Continent, with outstanding achievements, and even resisted the blood cavalry led by Weili.

Therefore, whether a cavalry is strong or not, he can tell almost at a glance.

And this human cavalry in front of him is, without a doubt, a powerful cavalry.

Although their number is not large, the kind of momentum they show, the murderous aura, is the elite cavalry he once stayed in, and he has never possessed it.

With such momentum and murderous aura, it seems that the number one blood cavalry on the Dark Continent is almost meaningless.

"Fire!"

While running, Zhao Dashan suddenly roared, and the spear in his hand was raised high.

He sensed a magic fluctuation and a magic barrier in front of him.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

……

Almost at the same time, a thousand cavalrymen behind him also raised their spears with a roar.

Zhao Dashan waved his spear, and with his movements, the red flames on the body of a thousand cavalrymen were attracted and converged towards the spear in his hand, forming a giant flame spear that was three feet long.

"Kill!"

Zhao Dashan roared, pressed down with his spear, and stabbed forward.

Shout!

The three-zhang long flame spear burst out of the air, and with the sound of the wave, it easily penetrated the protection of the magic barrier and plunged headlong into the earth.

Rumble!

A violent explosion rang out, and the buried stone was destroyed.

In the air, there was a ripple, and then disappeared in an instant.

Under a single shot, the entire magical barrier in the Dark Alliance's rescue area was directly paralyzed.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!"

Zhao Dashan roared, his legs clamped between the horse's belly, and he took the lead, holding a spear, and launched a charge.

"Brother Zhao!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

Zhao Dashan hurriedly reined in his horse and stopped.

Seeing that Zhao Dashan stopped, the thousand cavalry behind him also reined in their horses and stopped charging.

"Master, what's wrong?"

His eldest disciple, Cema stepped forward and asked.

Zhao Dashan laughed and said, "Your little uncle is here." (To be continued.) )