"Almost, it's time. ”

Under the lead-gray sky, the lonely Eagle King muttered to himself.

In the distance, hundreds of thousands of monster armies have already covered the slopes of the entire Bloodbones Valley, and they are spreading their wings in batches, continuing to attack the defensive positions of the defenders of the Bloodbones Valley on the east and west sides.

In order to ensure their "strength", the combat power of these rotting corpses has been reduced to the level where they can only walk, let alone fight, the only thing they will do is see the enemy and pounce on it.

Without armor and shields made of ice, not even weapons, these hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses are really worrisome, and any militia can easily kill seven or eight of them one-on-one.

But... So what?

If ten doesn't work, then twenty, fifty, one hundred...... As long as there are enough of them, the difference in individual strength does not matter at all!

Moreover, rotting corpses are not humans, they do not fear or fear and cower, and with a single command, they can be sent to rush up like a flood.

With less than 10,000 men, they dared to defend the Valley of Bloody Bones for a day and a night, and repelled their own attacks several times, even killing three evil god apostles.

It's amazing, it's not going to be the Imperial man who blocked his dear little son, Rodria Azore, at Eberton for a month;

Loren Turin and the Byrins... I will remember you, and I will make your family and country wipe out from this world to the dregs, and completely turn into legends in scrolls and ruins.

In this way, I express my foolish bravery and self-proclaimed wisdom to you... Greatest respect!

The Eagle King's eyes were full of pleasure, the pleasure of watching "smart people fall into their own traps".

Smart people are stupid, because the smarter they are, the more they like to challenge themselves to the impossible, and the more eager they are to create "miracles".

The Eagle King also believed that if it was really a "war", this Imperial man named Loren Turin might be able to win.

Pity... It is not.

It's not a war, it's a blizzard, it's a sandstorm, a thunderstorm, a landslide and a tsunami... It's a natural disaster!

An invasion of one world to another, at the highest level!

I, the Eagle King of the Azores, am not playing a war game with you, one country against another, as you think.

I don't want your wealth, I don't care about your culture, I don't intend to enslave your people, I... I don't even hate you, I don't despise you.

I... I just want to exterminate you and kill you.

So, Your Excellency Loren Turin, you and your subjects and loyal warriors... Destined to die here.

Thinking of this, the Eagle King's expression narrowed slightly, and he didn't think that the Imperial people on the other side could change anything at this point—the Evil God Apostle and the Bone Dragon released in advance had already ensured that the enemy could not threaten him by any means.

"If I were you, I wouldn't let my guard down so quickly – the same cliché has played out countless times over the past millennia. ”

Diabo... The mean "Ender" said coldly in the ears of the Eagle King.

"Really?" said the Eagle King, smiling slightly, turning his gaze to the heights of the Valley of Bloodbones.

However, almost in the next second, his expression suddenly froze, and his pupils suddenly contracted as if he sensed something.

In his ears, the sneer of the "Ender" echoed faintly.

........................

"You, you're going to just rush straight over, straight in front of the enemy's commander?!"

Ranmaros, the Earl of Lakeheart, looked at the black-haired wizard with a shocked expression, as if to tell him that it wasn't a big deal.

"That's right. ”

"Just, just yourself?!"

"Just me. ”

The Earl of Lanmaros was speechless in shock, and the Earl of White Horse Peak on the side, Regrell, was even more stunned.

The floating city was destroyed, the two-front battle plan failed, there were no reinforcements ... Supposedly to such a point that even a brave Byrne should consider retreating, but the Duke ......

"My plans have failed, all failed, and the enemy is stronger than we thought. A smile appeared on the black-haired wizard's face: "If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that there will only be such an end for the entire army." ”

"It stands to reason that it's time to retreat......"

The frowning Earl of White Horse Peak nodded, and just as he wanted to say something, he saw Loren Turin take a step forward and open his mouth to steal.

"But!"

The black-haired wizard's eyes burned, as if something was burning in his pupils: "I'm not going to leave like this, I'm not going to admit defeat in such a mess - yes, admitting defeat also takes courage, so I'm going to use my last ditch to save my mistakes." ”

"What about you?!"

Facing those eyes, Rigrel couldn't help but be shocked.

Loren raised his gaze to the cavalry behind him.

"Imperials, we have no reinforcements, let alone a way out. The black-haired wizard continued to roar in a deep voice, "Now there is only one way to end this monster invasion, there is only one ......"

"Across the battlefield, find the culprit of this monster invasion, and kill it!"

"I'm going to do that, but I'm not going to force any of you—because I promised you to take you home, and I did what I said. ”

"This time there is no return, and there may not even be a person who can come back, and it may even be just a meaningless reckless move, so... If you think about it, follow me yourself!"

Thousands of people, stretching out in a phalanx of cavalry, silent.

Loren, who was alone, walked to the front of the formation, turned on his horse, raised the "Dawn" sword with one hand, and pointed sharply at the bottom of the valley.

At the moment when he rushed out, a loud horn sounded behind him.

"Woo——————!!!!"

"Cavalry ——, Array——!"

The horn sounded, one battle flag after another fluttered in front of the battle, and the Byrne knights, lined up in a tight row, put their shields in front of them, and raised their spears high.

The Earl of Rigrel who gritted his teeth, the Earl of Rammales who looked excited... Not only them, but almost all of the Byrnees and Boi suddenly had some kind of extreme excitement on their faces.

Suddenly, the colorful swallow-tailed flags stood in the cold wind of ice and blood.

The sound of hunting is like a sea of flowers.

"Cavalry ——, offensive ——!"

Thousands of horses' hooves smashed into the snow at the same time, followed by one hunting banner after another, and rushed down the hill in a neat line.

Great earthquake trembling!

Rows of cavalry, like a straight "horizontal line", rolled up the billowing snow behind the black-haired wizard, rushed down from the high ground, and pounced head-on on the surging tide of rotting corpses.

The Eagle King was completely stunned when he saw thousands of cavalry lined up in a horizontal row and rushing down the gentle slope hidden by snow.

They... What is this doing, mass suicide?

Or do these Imperials really believe that with a single charge, they can penetrate an army of hundreds of thousands of monsters and then kill themselves?

Crazy?!

"How?" The mean "Ender" sneered in his ear, "You just had a good idea, did you feel a hint of threat?"

"It's just a fight of trapped beasts. The Eagle King's eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the "white line" that came down from the high ground, showing disapproval.

"Trapped Beast Fight?"

The evil god Diabo still sneered.

"That's right, because there are no reinforcements in addition, and they have no strength to fight again, except for being annihilated, is there a second fate?"

"Otherwise, do you really think that those Imperials will be able to cut through the slopes covered with hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses and stand in front of me intact?" the Eagle King asked rhetorically.

"Not to mention that there is snow everywhere on the gentle slope, and those cavalry will be killed before they can rush down the mountain! Even if they can survive and successfully tear a path through the thousands of carrion, and successfully block the carrion demons who are rushing towards them after tearing through the line......"

"The guy who survived at the end still has enough strength to block my blade?"

With a soft snort, the Eagle King shook his head.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident. Lemantes, the "Dead", sighed, "If that Loren Turin can get the recognition of 'him', defeat my apostle, and steal the most precious treasures of the Dragon King City from under the nose of the 'Black Cross......"

"What you just said may not be difficult in his eyes. ”

The words fell, and the Eagle King's expression was a little ugly.

"Bang ————!"

There was no scream or wail, and the rotting corpse demons who were knocked to the ground by the black-haired wizard who galloped on the horse were immediately shattered, and those who were "lucky" to avoid were directly cut in two by the "Dawn" sword.

Loren, who rushed straight down from the high ground, didn't even look at it, and directly lay on the saddle and raised the "Dawn" horizontally on one side, and the Mithril greatsword turned into a whistling "afterimage", shattering all the rotting demons that touched it.

He didn't have to think about it at all, he didn't even have to look at it, he just rushed down, and he could kill hundreds or thousands of monsters, which was easier than when he was in Silverhelm Mountain.

The only similarity is that he still has to be among countless enemies... Fight your way out.

"Rush, keep up with the Duke! Rush over, and we'll win this battle!"

A furious roar came from behind the black-haired wizard, and the flag-lance-wielding Earl of Ramalos had arrived.

"We will be famous all over the world, and our family will be famous all over the world! The people of the whole empire will owe us a great favor, and they will be grateful to us for a hundred years——!

"Long Live the Empire——————!!!!"

The Byrne knights shouted in unison, and the Boi hussars who followed closely behind made the cry a little more fanatical, raising their scimitars and dancing with their hands in high spirits.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

As the golden-red meteors swept across the sky fell, the thunderous explosion and beautiful "flowers" once again bloomed in the Valley of Blood, and the swirling tongues of fire devoured the rotting corpses that were still frantically surging to the high ground.

"Immediately organize more people to remove all the remaining alchemy bombs and ignition agents in the floating city!"

On the western hillside, Dalton Kander temporarily "snatched" the command of Count Eckert of Fort Fury: "All soldiers, all go and help move the ballistas and trebuchets directly below the mountain, and make a way for the cavalry, and for your duke!"

The scrambled legionnaires, like a bun of bear children who had just gotten their hands on a new toy, had no idea how to use these sophisticated projectile weapons except fiddling, and the sappers who could actually use them had already broken up in the previous battles, almost dead.

"Ain, I'll leave it to you here. Dalton turned his head to look at the little wizard who had just been a little silent by the death of Harlem Van Ashamai.

He knew that his apprentice was desperately trying to suppress his pain, but he also didn't have much time: "Take the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain, and command the soldiers to cover the cavalry as much as possible with ballistas. ”

When the words fell, he didn't give any more glances at the little wizard, but turned his gaze to another young man beside him who was lying next to the ballista, covered in bruises: "Can you still fight?"

Gritting his teeth and twitching cheeks, Lusen did not answer, nodding desperately and looking at Dalton with his silver-gray eyes.

"Then recover as soon as possible and stand up. Dalton's gaze was equally tenacious: "Loren Turin... Your strength is needed so much right now!"

"Boom ————————!!!!"

The roar of explosions rang out one after another in front of the charging cavalry, and the meteor-like golden red fire flew over the charging cavalry array like a flag.

It's as if these terrible meteors will fly wherever they charge.

"This is hell, this is the hell that the Holy Cross promises to sinners!"

The pale-faced Rigrel screamed loudly, and the sword in his hand slashed continuously: "Crazy, all crazy, we are charging towards hell!"

"No, we're marching to hell!" cried out Count Rammales, his broken saber thrown away and replaced with his ancestral rifle, "We are sweeping hell in the name of the Holy Cross!"

"There's a difference?!" Rigrel's expression was ugly, and he was eager to slash at him with a sword.

"Of course there is a difference - because we are not going to die, we will be the conquerors of hell, and all the demons and goblins will be subjugated to the Iron Riders and Swallowtails of the Byrne Knights!"

"You mean under the hooves of the dead man, right?!"

"No, because we will survive, because we are marching with the Duke, and even if we die, the Duke promised to take us home!"

Rigell felt that he couldn't make sense of the stubborn madman next to him, but he couldn't help but retort:

"You madman, don't you understand, if you continue to rush like this, all of us will die, do you understand that the duke is going to die with the enemy, we have to die, and the duke must die!

"Understood!" Lan Malos grinned:

"Since we're all dead anyway, let's go for a ride before we die!"