The young knight held the spear that had been handed down by his family, rode on the back of the huge demonic beast warhorse, looked at the backs of the countless knights in front of him, let go of the reins of the warhorse, and let it gallop forward.

The sound of heavy horses' hooves pounded the earth, and the roar of the dragon overhead resounded in the sky. He could hear his own breathing and feel his own heartbeat.

Although this is not the first time he has been on the battlefield, it is indeed the first time that he has been transferred to the front line at this time.

The precious giant horse cavalry, even in Grecken, was used in the later stages of the war to determine the outcome of the battle. Now, being used for counter-impact makes all the knights inevitably a little nervous.

"Engage the enemy!" A knight in front of him loudly reminded his companion behind him, and then through the cracks in the dense wall, the young knight saw the not entirely ugly faces of some demons.

He didn't slow down, he still followed everyone, letting his horse run forward while observing everything around him.

"Keep up the speed! Keep up the speed! The shout came from nowhere, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

The war horse under the knight's crotch subconsciously jumped up, avoiding some remaining debris on the ground.

The knight bowed his head slightly, and with the peripheral vision of his eyes, there was a battle flag of Grican on the ground, which had been trampled to a disfigured shape.

Further on, I saw a sparse helmet that had been trampled on, and armor covered in blood......

When he wanted to raise his head, he saw the corpses of the giant horse cavalry, and the broken bones of the trampled horses.

He looked up nervously and faced the wind blowing in his face. He squinted his eyes and saw through his visor the wall of people in front of him, which seemed to be much thinner.

"The magic defense barrier is almost untenable!" Another officer reminded his companion loudly, in a hysterical voice.

From time to time, cavalry fell on both flanks, either being hit by a bow and arrow in the distance, or being pulled off by a demon in the vicinity.

A horse that has lost its knight will fall on the battlefield and be trampled to pieces by his own men behind him.

"Dense formation! Don't scatter! If you scatter, you will be surrounded and killed! An officer close to the young soldier shouted loudly, as if trying to keep the soldiers around him in better formation and continue the charge.

The speed of the war horse had begun to slow down, and it seemed that the defense line of the demon troops in front was already very thick, and it was impossible to chisel through the opposite phalanx by relying only on the cavalry charge.

"Ahh A few seconds later, in front of the young soldier's eyes, a cavalryman fell from his horse after a terrible scream, and countless demon soldiers appeared directly in front of the young soldier.

Before he had time to think about it, the knight aimed his spear at the nearest demon. The other party's face was hideous, the opponent's armor was messy, the long sword in the opponent's hand was covered with rust, and the opponent's shouts made people shudder.

However, because of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of trainings, this knight has become accustomed to all his technical moves.

Riding on a horse, his knee-jerk attack is the one he has trained countless times. So, in the next second, he felt a huge impact from his palm, and the spear in his hand had already pierced the demon on the opposite side.

The demon screamed and hung on the spear, and the black blood even splattered more than ten meters away.

The demon with his spear still wielding the sword in his hand, his mouth full of spiky fangs clearly visible.

But before the long sword in the demon's hand could be slashed down, the spear in the young knight's hand had already collided with the second unlucky demon, tearing open the opponent's body at once, and shattering the opponent's ribs.

The force of immense force caused the cavalry to break, and the demon soldier hanging from the spear fell to the ground with the broken barrel of the spear. Before he could figure out how he had fallen, his head was trampled into a pulp by the hooves of a giant horse passing by.

"Kill!" I don't know if I'm giving myself courage or venting my excess adrenaline. The young cavalryman shouted loudly, plunging his broken spear into the chest of one of the demons that came at him.

The force of the impact forced him to let go and abandon the lance, which was no longer usable. Then, in the next second, he drew the long sword at his waist, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and slashed at a demon soldier on the side.

The sharp blade left a deep furrow in the demon soldier's face, and black blood splattered along the wound.

The demon soldier spun and lay down, piled on top of the corpse of another demon soldier who had died, like meat on a chopping board.

The young knight still rode forward, using the killing skills he had learned all his life to kill as many demons as he could.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound, and the young knight felt as if he had been hit in the shoulder. Indeed, his armor blocked a demon's arrow, and a magic array of flickering light rippled out, and circles of pale blue light spread out in dots.

He didn't have time to check his injuries, but subconsciously continued to slash with his long sword. The demon in front of him was slashed in the shoulder by a sword, and fell down with a scream.

"For Griken!" I don't know who shouted loudly in his ear, and then the young knight was hit in the arm by a second demon's arrow.

This time he felt pain, and it seemed that the arrow had plunged directly into the gap in the armor, hurting the flesh inside.

The backhand sword slashed the shaft of the arrow, and the young soldier ignored the bleeding arm, and continued to use the weapon in his hand to ruthlessly harvest the life of the demon in front of him.

One by one, the great heads flew up with black blood, and one after another the demons fell under the hooves of the Grican Knight.

Suddenly, the front suddenly opened up, and more than a dozen phalanxes of demons were chiseled through by Griken's knights. The young soldier galloped with his sword in his trembling hand until the officer beside him pulled the reins, and he stopped.

He took the horse's head with his wounded hand and turned around to the horse's neighing. Then he saw that the original team of thousands of knights was now only a few hundred people still on horseback.

Blood seeped through his clothes, oozing cold chain mail, coming out of the gaps in the plate armor gauntlets outside, staining his arms and palms red.

Drops of blood fell, ticking on the outer thighs of the skirt, and it was tiring to listen to, and I wanted to close my eyes and sleep for a while.

Hundreds of knights turned their horses' heads and looked at the phalanx of demonic forces that had been chiseled by themselves and were in chaos everywhere, and silently began to form the team again.

The horses gathered together again with a snort, and then marched forward in a neat manner. At first, it seemed to be a rambling pace, but then it turned into another neat run.

The knight on horseback looked at his comrades in front of him holding the Grican battle flag, and silently carried the long sword that had already had countless openings.

Having slashed countless flesh and bones, slashed countless parried swords and iron rods, and shattered an unknown number of hard armors—it was a miracle that this sword had survived to this day.

And for the young knight, this is just the beginning, and the battle that belongs to him will continue.

The magical defensive barrier had been shattered, and the magical inscriptions on the armor had dimmed. But they still had to charge forward, because only then could they return to their starting positions.

Flying in front of him was a dense rain of arrows fired by the demons, and from time to time companions fell down with the war horses under their crotches. The young knight could already clearly feel that the number of people around him was decreasing little by little.

His arms had begun to go numb, and the palms of his grips on the reins had begun to lose sensation. He bowed his head slightly, dodging the falling arrows, and then watched as the arrows passed by him, or plunged directly into the gaps in the armor of his warhorse.

In front of him, the knights who had just been behind the palace and were now about to take the lead fell one after another, and the young knights already felt fear. No one is really fearless, and few people can hold back the sound of sobbing when death knocks on the door.

The young knight was also scared, he didn't want to die in such a cold place. He wanted to go back, to his hometown, to die peacefully in bed, and before he died, he told his children and grandchildren the story of his brave fight against the enemy today.

So he continued to swing the long sword in his hand and continued to slash at the demons. His horse had begun to slow down, wisps of blood running down the horse's fur and spilling over the land as it passed.

"Kill!" The last of the magic power in his body was used on the blade, and the sword in his hand was once again sharpened like clay and indestructible with the blessing of wind magic.

Two more demons who stood in the way fell on the way of the young knight. Fell on the body of one of the Greken cavalrymen who had died here before.

Red blood mixed with black blood seeped into the soil together, nourishing the land under his feet - I don't know if the weeds that grow here after thousands of years will be more like the plants of the demon world, or more like the plants of the human world.

"Click!" After slashing down another demon that rushed up, the young knight's sword was overwhelmed and finally broke.

The sharp blade swirled in the sky, and finally plunged vertically into the blood-soaked dirt. And the young knight was also stabbed in the body by countless spears, and was pulled to a halt in place by the great force.

He hung at the end of his spear and closed his eyes reluctantly. At this moment, his mind was clearly in the mirror, reflecting the quiet woods of his hometown.

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