On the smoky grassland, Sarika galloped wildly, a sword-wielding figure, like a sharp blade rushing in, interspersed and swept across the chaotic battlefield, setting off a swift wind that flew by.

The battlefield, which was shaken by the sound of horses' hooves, was left with only the final endgame in the continuous fighting and shouting.

As Salika had expected at first, the Yellowmane Banner Centaur Army, which had been running for a long time, did not expect the defenders of Thousand Hordes to go out of the city to meet the battle, and as a result, they fell into the ambush circle that Salika had already laid in ambush.

There is no doubt that the centaur warriors of the Yellowmane Banner are fierce, even more than the Red Flame Banner under Chakar's command - even if they encounter a sudden ambush, they still can't disrupt their formation.

In the face of the two-front offensive of the Boi hussars, there were constantly centaur warriors wielding long axes breaking away from the charging line, blocking the surprise attacks of the hussars with the courage of not fearing death, blocking layer by layer, and even resisting the stormy arrows and throwing spears with their flesh and blood, and fighting for the main force of the Chinese army.

And after perceiving that the enemies attacking in the middle line were all heavily armed elites equipped with dwarven armor and weapons, Salika, who had long known the information of Silverhelm Mountain, immediately divided the army into two, like spreading wings around the front;

The Boi hussars roamed the flanks like messengers spreading the "plague of death", and everywhere the swift rain of arrows went, there was a wail and scream, and the centaurs fell silently in succession.

There are also constantly screaming and fighting centaur warriors who are stubbornly facing the rain of locusts and arrows, brandishing long-handled axes and pounced in front of the hussars... The swords of the hussars were very weak in the face of heavy battle axes and dwarven armor, and the moment the horses neighed, they often broke the sword.

Even so, the tide of battle was constantly tilting in favor of the stronger and more physical Boi army - in the face of the hussars, who were also swift, agile and powerful, the innate advantages of both sides were wiped out, and the key to victory or defeat became the cooperation between combat experience, combat quality and robes.

In contrast to the individual centaur warriors, who fought separately, the hussars often fought in pairs of threes and threes, and the two cavalrymen who raised their bows and fired were often followed by a charging warrior with a spear, and when the first blow failed, the archers on both flanks immediately abandoned their bows and drew their swords and flanked from the flanks and back.

After the charging cavalry completed the circle, the Boi cavalry, who had learned the "advanced experience" of the Byrnes, abandoned their swords and guns, and used a neat "cavalry charge" to deal a fatal blow to the centaur army whose wings were pinned down and unable to fight back.

Crash in an instant!

Under the fierce impact like a tide, the centaur warriors who looked at death as if they were at home were instantly submerged, and the lines were defeated one after another, and the battlefield was chaotic!

Perennial good at surprise operations, with a small number of centaurs for the first time felt a long-distance attack, but was suddenly attacked by the enemy;

In the face of the centaur army, whose formation had been completely defeated, there was no need for Salika's order at all, and the hussars gathered in twos and threes and charged again from all directions and angles.

Like a nimble, flowing long knife, it slashes, slashes, and then retracts, stabbing at another hole before the enemy can defend itself.

The moment this sharp blade was wielded, the entire battlefield finally entered the most tragic and vicious melee!

The wind whipped up the sand and dust, making the galloping Salika subconsciously squint her eyes, and the girl who suddenly tightened her waist drew her knife with her backhand, and the snowy blade swept a silver light and shadow on the right side.

By just a fraction of a second, the swing of the blade blocked the tomahawk that rushed to the cheek.

"Bell ——!" fires are splashing!

The pain was intense from her wrist, almost shattering her arm, and under the force of the impact, Salika fell to the ground hard, rolling around the corpse-covered grass several times before stopping.

In a trance, before she could see the enemy clearly, the girl who gritted her teeth struggled to get up from the ground, and her right hand, which was so painful that it was about to break, was still holding the long knife.

"You can take me with an axe... Two-legged man, you're amazing. ”

In the smoke and dust, a burly figure walked out, smiling and weighing the long-handled axe in his hand, and approached Salika, who was half-kneeling on the ground and staring at him viciously:

"But the noble yellow-maned banner owner just likes to be powerful. ”

"Eat... Cheer up!"

Looking at the big head that was stronger than the average centaur, the braid girl just spatted coldly:

"If you want to fight, you can fight, where is there so much nonsense... Four-legged brute!"

Hearing this title, the "Yellow-Maned Banner Owner" turned grim, and the burly figure pounced on him.

With the sudden attack, Salika, whose consciousness had not fully recovered from the heavy fall just now, had no time to dodge, so she could only raise her sword to meet the enemy.

"Bell ——!"

The horizontal saber was able to stop the falling tomahawk in the sky, and Salika, who had been hit hard, snorted, clenched her teeth hard, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

And the roaring "Yellow-Maned Banner Master" is still exerting his strength, desperately pressing the tomahawk down.

"Plop ——!"

Her trembling body could not support it, and she fell to the ground on one knee, and the force was so heavy that the girl's beautiful face was slightly distorted, but she still held her head high, and her eyes met the enemy's eyes.

The roaring "Yellowmane Banner Master" seemed to be very angry that his weapon was held by the enemy, and his bulging arms continued to exert force, eager to directly push the girl to the ground and split it in two.

The next moment, a strange smile appeared on that extremely vicious face.

One of his front hooves suddenly lifted... Kicked at Salika's high chest.

But at the moment when he was proud, he found that the girl also had a smile on her face.

"Bell ——!"

Xueliang's long knife slashed across the battle axe, and the blade of the axe, which lost its "support" in an instant, fell heavily to the ground, and fell into the air at the same time as the front hooves kicked out, but there was no girl in sight.

"Here, brute!"

Salika's hearty laugh rang out behind him, and the enraged Centaur Banner Master swung his battle axe behind him, then ......

Nothing.

"Poof——!" plasma gushing.

The moment the silver light flashed, the deep wound was left on his torso.

"Two-legged man, die——!!!!"

Capturing the figure that flashed in front of him, the embarrassed and angry centaur banner lord roared, and once again swung the long-handled axe in his hand... But it still fell through.

"Poof——!" saw only a silver ray.

This time, it was the hooves of the Centaur Banner Master.

The whole body of the centaur who suffered from pain seemed to collapse suddenly, and he sat down on the ground!

Panting heavily, the "Yellowmane Banner Master" roared sadly, and his pupils flashed with unwillingness:

"Come out! Come out for me! Two-legged man ——!!!!"

In the next second, the slender figure appeared in front of him, raised his gaze disdainfully, and carried the long knife on his shoulder:

"Okay, brute. ”

Roaring hoarsely, the immobile "Yellowmane Banner Master" swung his long-handled axe with all his might.

"Bell ——!"

The long knife lightly jammed the gap between the blade and the hilt, and the blade flipped over, knocking the tomahawk out of his hand.

In the next second, the shadow of the knife flashed, piercing the centaur's chest with precision.

The burly body jerked back, and its hideous and distorted face was crooked around its neck.

The "Yellow-Maned Banner Owner" who was slumped on the ground no longer moved.

After repeatedly confirming that the creature was dead, Salika breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that her knife was stuck between the centaur's ribs, and she couldn't pull it out.

After several failed attempts, the frustrated girl pursed her lips in disdain, picked up a saber from the ground, and turned to look for her mount.

And at the moment when he turned to leave, the cold that suddenly came from behind suddenly stirred, and he subconsciously turned his head;

The centaur banner master, who had just been stabbed through the heart by her, actually stood up again, and was staring at himself deadly... In the strange inky black eyes, gray-blue pus continued to flow.

The girl was startled, and her face was bloodless in an instant!

This is... It's exactly the same as those innocent warriors who died tragically, as well as the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain......

Loren Turin... The bastard said what was this?

That's right......

Holy Blood Elixir!!!

Taking a step, the "resurrected" centaur banner master drew the long knife that pierced his chest with an expressionless face, and approached step by step, and the terrified Salika seemed to be frightened, and even forgot to fight back, only knowing to keep retreating.

Smack——!

The steps of retreating again and again were tripped by a corpse, and the girl who had no time to react sat directly on the ground, still using her hands and feet together, desperately dodging backwards.

The expressionless centaur banner lord approached her and raised the long knife in his hand.

Salika's eyes widened.

"Poof——!

Plasma, gushing out.

Like scattered raindrops, it fell on her terrified cheeks.

The centaur banner master standing in place, the long knife in his right hand still held high, motionless.

In the next second, he fell to the ground with the blade and his arm... And the head.

The shocked girl's expression froze.

How, how......

I'm alive?

"I'm a step late, sorry!"

Salika, who was living for the rest of her life, saw Belo Varna, who had turned over and dismounted, running over in a hurry, supporting her bloodied body, with an extremely urgent expression: "Salica, are you okay?!"

The frightened Salika did not answer him, but turned her head and swept her gaze to the battlefield around her.

At this moment, the whole battle was basically over, and only a few places where the enemy was still stubbornly resisting, and even the cries of fighting and charging had become scattered and sparse.

The hussars on both flanks had begun to clean up the battlefield, raising their spears and stabbing the heads of the corpses on the ground from time to time;

The hussars who were rushing back and forth also stopped and began to sweep away the remnants of the enemy, chasing the scattered deserters.

Now that the army of the Thousand Hordes is being drained, and the rear is extremely empty, any fleeing centaur raider can cause immeasurable consequences.

But none of this is what Salika is looking for.

"That's ......"

Looking across the corpse-strewn battlefield, the girl's gaze rested on a cavalryman carrying a banner and patrolling around the battlefield.

The heraldic banner he held in his hand was not the scimitar steed of the Varna family, but a three-headed dragon holding an iron crown, and he was dressed completely differently from the Boi, and was talking loudly to several hussars, as if asking questions.

"The scout cavalry of the Imperial Legion came from the direction of the Thousand Tents at the beginning of the decisive battle. Perceiving the girl's confused gaze, Belo Varna wasted no time in reminding:

"According to their own words, the three Imperial Legions, some 50,000 men, have now arrived at a position about a day or so from here, and are marching through the Lesser Bowie Territory and on the way to the Great Bowie. ”

"So fast?"

Salika, who muttered in a low voice, sighed, but then couldn't help but snort coldly: "That is to say, the empire has already assembled an army when Byrne sent reinforcements, but it has to wait until Boe is completely defeated before he is willing to send troops, right?"

"It's really worthy of our Emperor Majesty, hum... Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Tired and relieved, Bello Varna didn't know what to say except for a helpless sigh.

The cavalry of the legion, holding the banner, apparently noticed the two as well, and rode up to them.

"Lord Bello Varna, and this valiant young lady, on behalf of the Empire......"

"Watch your words and deeds, Lord Cavalry!"

Holding Salika to her feet, Belo Varna shouted solemnly: "Standing before you is the Lord of the Great Green Sea, the commander of the horseback people, Grand Duke Salica Jonah—whoever allows you to look down on a duke, you come down for me!"

The legionary cavalry holding the flag was startled, nervously turned over and dismounted, and gave a military salute to the girl: "I'm very sorry, Your Excellency Duke Boi, we didn't know you were also here......"

"Okay, okay, meaning is fine. The girl waved her hand nonchalantly and interrupted the cavalry: "Where is your army marching now, and who is the commander, is it His Majesty Eckhart II?

"Uh, this ......"

He looked at Belo Varna next to him, and then at the girl with a serious expression, as if she was going to eat him directly, and couldn't help twitching his throat:

"The legion is marching rapidly, and it should have just passed through the Thousand Hordes to this side......;

The cavalry paused, unsure whether to say it or not.

"What are you doing in a daze, say it quickly. Salika urged impatiently, "What's the matter, doesn't Your Majesty still want to see me?"

The Legionnaire shook his head quickly.

"Why is that?!"

He hesitated for a minute before he slowly spoke, "Our commander is not His Majesty Eckhart II. ”

"And... He's not in the Legion himself!"

Well?!