"No pursuit! No pursuit! The whole army gathers ——!!!!"

West of the Valley of Blood, the ruins of an imperial stronghold.

On the chaotic battlefield, Ranmaros, the Earl of Lake-City, wielding a long knife, shouted loudly among the "scattered" cavalry, "Hurry up and get back to me if you don't die—are you back from the people who went to report to Fort Clarion?!"

"Nope!"

"Looking for Eckert to report the news, are you back?!"

"Neither!"

"Damn, can you give me any good news?!"

The scolding Earl of Ranmaros grabbed the reins and stopped at the front of the queue, the long knife in his hand trembling slightly.

Not far away, on the wilderness ice field, patches of ice werewolves were crowded, and the white hair, which was very difficult to distinguish in the ice and snow, was clearly visible and shadowy under the eyes.

And rightfully sorely – whatever it is, it's clear when the number reaches in the thousands!

With a tsunami-like roar, countless werewolves from all directions pounced on the Byrne Knights who had just "annihilated" the werewolf tribe in the ruins of the stronghold.

Obviously, this is a trap, and as for why a group of monsters and beasts have become so adept at using deceptive "tactics"... That's not something for the current Byrne Knights to think about.

At the moment they had just over 400 cavalry, but the enemy—even a pack of beastly monsters—was in the thousands!

The terrain of the wilderness was very fragmented, but it was also very open, which meant that they had no idea of escaping, and the werewolves of the ice were not much slower than their horses, and it was impossible to throw off these enemies with a short sprint.

The werewolves of the ice fields rushing in their faces... More like a living "blizzard" than like a tide, approaching them at the speed of a sprint.

"The call for help has been sent - two or three scattered cavalry have responded, and will soon be coming. ”

Regrel, the Earl of White Horse Peak, gasped and grabbed the reins, and shouted as if urging: "They will meet us from the right, and we will be able to break through in a little while, I will open the way!"

"What did you say?" said Rammaros, turning his head sharply, as if he had heard something very shocking:

"Escape?!"

"It's a breakout!"

"Isn't it all the same?!" said the scolding Earl of Ranmaros, unabashedly sarcastic: "The enemy has not yet pounced, and he is thinking of running away!"

"How can this be the same?!" Regrell looked at him anxiously: "Are you crazy, our mission is to investigate, to detect the movements of the Azorean elves, not to ...... with these ice werewolves"

"Then tell me, who are these ice werewolves coming for?!"

"How could I ...... this?"

"Then shut up, now I am the supreme commander here, obey the order!" "If we withdraw directly now, break through, these cattle will go straight to the fortress of Fort Horn—just let them go, and the cavalry in the back row will not even have time to deploy." ”

"We're right here, straight through the middle of them, as long as we can - when his three thousand knights arrive, we'll be able to tear all these pieces apart in one wave!"

"Containment, Detection, Sweep...... That's what hussars are all about, that's what we're here for, otherwise you really expect a castle to control the entire Valley of Blood!"

"But ......"

"If you do it again, you get out!"

The Earl of White Horse Peak, who was gagged, blushed for a while, stared at the werewolf who had rushed up from the opposite side, and pulled out his sword angrily.

"Who are we?!"

With his saber held aloft, Count Rammaros looked around among the knights.

"Byrne ————!!!!"

"Who ——?! we"

"Byrne ————!!!!"

"Then kill me ——!"

The horses neighed, and Rammales struggled to shout:

"Byrne—rush!"

Amid the sound of thunderous horses' hooves, more than 400 hussars and Byrne Ranger knights launched a charge, unstoppably rushing towards the werewolves who had already pounced on them.

Like the sharpest knife.

"Poof——!

The slashing sword tore open the neck of the werewolf's jaw with a fan-like white shadow, and blood spurted out, staining the Earl's vision red.

Damn it... Damn Ramalos, was he fucked by the dead Bosival?

The goal of our army should be to contain and investigate, and we are not ready to fight with tens of thousands of monsters, so we suddenly let ourselves be encircled... Searching for death is not like this.

Damn bastards... The Earl of White Horse Peak gritted his teeth, threw away the long sword in his hand, snatched the black and gold lion flag from the hand of the attendant beside him, and held the tip of the flag flat as the tip of the spear.

"Raise your gun, you are Byrin, raise your gun, ——! raise your gun"

Amid the roar, Byrne's ranger knights rushed to the front of the queue one after another, pulling out the flag spear hanging from the saddle and turning into the "tip of the knife" of the queue.

"Poof!poof!"

Blood flowers bloom like stars on the thunderous battlefield.

Wherever the horses' hooves pass, there is a road paved with flesh and blood.

The werewolves' scattered formations, if they really had the concept of "formations", could not withstand the "wall charge" of four hundred cavalry.

Pierced by spears, beheaded by swords, trampled by horses' hooves, cut throats by swords, knocked over by horses...... The hussars who maintained a conical formation were like shark fins shuttling through the sea, dividing all the "sea water" they passed.

But the fierce werewolves showed no signs of being intimidated - on the contrary, they pounced on them like crazy, even trampling the people in the front row to death, and screaming and rushing in front of the cavalry.

In the face of this kind of "fearless death" enemy, the charging cavalry is also constantly being shot down, being dragged off their horses, knocked to the ground by the werewolves who sacrificed their lives, torn by countless werewolves, and divided and eaten like prey......

In just a few minutes, more than 400 cavalrymen tore a path straight through the "ocean" of the werewolves of the ice plain, and they passed from the front to the end!

The ice and snow that filled the battlefield were mixed with the sweat of the horses and knights, and the breath in the mouth... In a trance, countless ice werewolves are still coming all over the world;

In the past, these monsters would have broken up and fled after paying so many casualties and knowing that "their prey" was not easy to mess with, but now not only did they not collapse, but they still pounced on the cavalry of hundreds of people like crazy.

The roar that resounded through the valley seemed to be a force that could swallow everything.

"See, these cattle are determined to kill us - if we retreat at this time, the unprepared fortresses and cavalry will be crushed by them!"

In the roar in the sky, the hoarse Ranmaleos scolded at the blood-stained Earl of White Horse Peak: "What about the reinforcements, what about the reinforcements you just said, if there are no reinforcements, we will all die!"

"I'm not the Holy Cross, and I'm not the Duke of Loren, how can I know when they're coming?!"

Enraged, Riglet also roared at the Earl of Lake, and grabbed the reins: "Rush again, this time try to break through to the west of the Valley of Blood!"

"The duke got the news, it's a big deal to die here, there's nothing to worry about!"

"That's what you said?!"

"That's what I said!" Rigrel looked like a broken can: "Anyway, you killed me, what if you die?!"

Lanmalos grinned.

"You bastard, still laughing?!"

"What's wrong with laughter?"

"I don't care, shut my mouth!" Earl of White Horse Peak shouted hysterically: "When you are heroic and righteous, I don't want to see your smiling face again!"

"Pss......ss

"Keep your mouth shut, don't laugh!"

"Hahaha......"

"You ......" Looking at the Earl of Lakeville who was almost out of breath with laughter, the red-faced Rigrel was about to interrupt, but was suddenly stopped by the attendant behind him.

"My lord, someone is coming, it's in the direction of Fort Horn!"

Well?!

The cavalrymen turned their heads to look at the position the squire was pointing.

The sound of horses' hooves shaking the earth suddenly sounded on the flanks of the battlefield, followed by banners that hunted in the cold wind.

Gold Lion Flag on Black Background!

Nearly 1,000 ranger knights and hussars rushed down the hillside, wielding spears and sabers, and pounced on the chaotic werewolves like thunder.

In the face of the sudden appearance of "prey", the werewolves had no preparation at all, let alone any preparation for defense—patches of werewolves fell like wheat in a field.

In an instant, the shape of the battlefield was completely reversed, and the charging cavalry had almost spanned most of the battlefield before they began to be held back by the assembled werewolves to continue the attack.

But it's just "dragged".

The cavalry on the hillside held their breath, staring at the scene that was happening on the battlefield, and had no intention of immediately getting involved.

In this kind of sudden encounter, the two armies have not reached any offensive and defensive agreements before, and rashly participating in the battle may disrupt the other side's plans and preparations, and may even accidentally injure friendly troops, destroy the formation, and make jokes such as "grabbing battle merits".

In addition to the title, he was able to be entrusted with the important task by Eckert and Loren because Ranmaros was a very mature cavalry commander.

The strength of the cavalry lies in its mobility and impact - conversely, anyone who dares to stand in front of a charging cavalry is unlikely to reverse their charge, let alone make them stop.

Therefore, after determining the direction of the opponent's attack, which was indeed to meet them, the two counts tacitly put the previous "declaration of death in battle" behind them, calmly watched the friendly attack, waited to meet the other party, and then considered how to end the battle next.

Provided, of course, that the enemy will not have any more reinforcements.

But when the other party came to the meeting, what they said was much more than they expected.

"Why do you say that again?!"

Looking at Ranmaleos, who was directly scolding, the frowning Regrell had no intention of stopping it, although he was very unhappy - because his surprise was not much less than that of the Earl of Lakeland City, who was getting rougher and rougher day by day.

"Did I not make it clear, or did you two not intend to carry out the order?"

Lusen, who was riding on the horse, looked at the two of them coldly, paused and said in a deep voice: "In the name of Duke Byrne, order the two of you to withdraw from the battlefield with us, and after the battle is over, prepare to sweep away the remnants of the enemy - did you hear clearly this time?"

"We heard it very clearly. The Earl of White Horse Peak raised his eyebrows and stopped the Earl of Lakeland City, who was still about to scold: "We just don't understand, the three thousand cavalry on Earl Eckert's side are still on the way to the Valley of Blood, which army is the Duke going to use to destroy this group of ice werewolves?"

It can't be the Legionnaires of the Empire, right?" thought to the two counts in a tacit understanding.

Almost all of the Earls of Byrne understood that the reason why Loren wanted 2,000 legionnaires from the Emperor was, of course, because Byrne did have shortcomings in this area, and on the other hand, he wanted to give them a little "color" to show them how important it was to unify the military system.

So if Loren really threw them aside and sent the Empire's army to destroy the werewolves, they would definitely not have the slightest surprise - of course, they felt awkward and uncomfortable, that's for sure.

The mere thought of letting a group of Byrne knights watch the Sakrans show off their might in front of them makes the two counts uncomfortable, and this is not the emperor, but the order given by the duke.

That's even harder.

Looking at the expressions of the two people opposite, Lu Sien, who didn't expect so many at all, frowned tightly, and said in a somewhat unceremonious voice: "I repeat again, the whole army alternately covers and withdraws from the battlefield - this is Duke Baine's order!"

"Then please tell me why the Duke... Don't interrupt me!"

Halfway through Rigel's words, he was suddenly pressed on the shoulder by Lanmaros beside him, making him turn his head a little impatiently: "Isn't it okay to ask a few words, if this kind of decisive battle ......"

"Boom ————!!!!"

At this moment, a loud thunderous sound suddenly appeared, the sound of destroying the world... The whole battlefield shuddered.

I saw that on the snowy battlefield, a pillar of fire suddenly ignited to the sky, wantonly dancing left and right among the screaming and wailing werewolves of the ice field!

No, that's not a pillar of fire, that's ......

O dragon!

The stunned Byrne knights widened their eyes one by one, raised their heads and froze motionlessly, unable to do such a thing as jaws folding.

Ramalos looked at the flames, then at the werewolves who were screaming and wailing in the midst of the ice and fire, and sighed, his expression very weak.

Rigrel's expression was cloudy, and it was clear that he was thinking of something else.

"If I had known that the dragon was there, there would have been no need for the brothers to die. With a bored shrug, the Earl of the City in the Lake raised his long knife and waved it back:

"The whole army retreats!"