When the flames of war were rekindled on the Great Green Sea, and the reinforcements of the Thousand Hordes in the west and the Silver Helmet Mountain in the south were fighting their respective "opponents", the besieged Halimvan Ashmai and Count Braha also noticed something "unusual".

"The enemy is moving troops frequently, and is constantly drawing away the forces used to besiege us. ”

Looking at the siege position in the distance, Seth Braha frowned: "The sentry last night told me that the enemy's patrol and sweep of our deserters at night was a full half less than before. ”

"This means that the enemy's army has also shrunk by at least half, if not more ... The reduction in the number of troops used for patrols and surveillance also proves that the weight of the centaurs is also greatly reduced!"

Haringvan Ashamai nodded, but then he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It's a pity, if our army can still have the previous combat effectiveness, it can break through now. Master Ashamai couldn't help but clench the wand in his hand, and said with a sigh:

"It's not like this, waiting for someone else to come to the rescue. ”

Count Braha, who had a solemn expression, bowed slightly, looked at the bandages that were still oozing blood on his body, and did not say anything more.

The enemy withdrew a large number of troops to besiege and confront the confrontation, but anyone with common sense can see that something major must have happened to the opponent's rear line - at this time, it is simply a God-given opportunity to break through!

But Braha didn't dare to gamble, let alone gamble.

After more than ten days of siege, the entire army was weakened to the extreme, with two-thirds of the wounded and remnants occupied, and only a very small number of those who were actually able to participate in the battle.

Under the premise of no cover, even if the entire army can successfully break through the siege, I am afraid that not even one percent of them will survive - such a result is no different from the annihilation of the entire army.

After stopping several generals' requests to break out, Seth Braha held his ground, counted his supplies and ordered his soldiers to start digging deep trenches and be ready for action.

He wasn't worried about what the enemy would set up or trap... At this point in the battle, the situation has long been clear, and the initiative is completely in the hands of the centaurs - if they want to completely wipe out the remaining Poi main force, they can do so at any time.

The reason why it has dragged on until now, the only possibility is to use yourself as bait and surround the point to send reinforcements... Judging from the deployment of the enemy's troops, I am afraid that this tactic is not going well.

In other words, the strength of the army that came to the rescue was much greater than they expected, and even in turn, it held back more centaur troops, so that they had to draw in the forces that surrounded them to block them layer by layer.

Count Seth Braha supported his scarred body with his cane, and his heart was extremely heavy.

But what I saw was only superficial.

When the enemy's purpose is not guessed, any rash action will bring irreparable consequences... Grand Duke Laszló Varna has used his life to teach himself this lesson.

"Count Seth Braha, you have more military experience than I do. Looking at Count Braha, who had stood up, Master Haringvan Ashamai asked, "Which side do you think the army that is holding back the centaurs right now comes from?"

"I think you already have the answer in mind, Master Ashamai. Count Braha's voice was filled with deep force:

"If it's the Imperial Legion, I'm afraid that the legendary dragon with wings soaring has already hovered above us!"

But that's what I'm curious about. Count Braha raised his head and looked at Master Ashamai with a solemn expression: "Why are you so sure that 'that person' is Duke Byrne?"

"Why do you trust him so much that you're willing to risk your life?"

Hearing this, Haringvan Ashamai blinked and smiled softly.

"I'm an alchemist, I only believe in objective facts - in terms of facts, I don't trust the Duke of Loren Turin. Master Ashamai shook his head, his expression very self-deprecating:

So I just blindly believed the words of an old friend, and made subjective judgments based on his advice. ”

A word from an old friend?

"Corona, Archon of Eboden and leader of the Wizard Tower. "He said that he had made a very bold decision to bet his future and hope on a young man. ”

"The young man ......"

Count Braha looked at him calmly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Is that Loren Turin?"

"What's more, he'd traveled to the north of the Broken Mountains, and found Nidhogg, the city of the Dragon King, the legendary land that the wizarding sages visited. Master Ashamai said slowly:

"He's dealt with Beings in the Void more than once, and he knows them well, and he knows a lot of things that we don't have a clue about. ”

Count Braha frowned.

"It may be ridiculous to say that, but between a mighty and terrifying dragon, and a young man who was born as a wizard and now has inherited the blood of the 'Black Duke'. Harleen Van Ashamai shook his head, his expression very self-deprecating:

"I actually trust the latter more. ”

"Ed Turin, Roland Turin, Loren Turin, ......"

Saying these names one by one, Count Braha was expressionless and said with a sigh of relief: "Yes, look, the knights of Byrne are good at creating miracles and doing some unexpected things. ”

When the words fell, the two with complicated expressions glanced at each other, and then chuckled tacitly, but the laughter was a little bitter.

At the moment, they have no second way to choose except to believe in this Duke of Byrne.

"Lord Earl!"

The hurried herald shouted anxiously, and almost simultaneously turned their gaze in the direction from which the footsteps came.

"Something's wrong?"

"Yes!" the herald nodded violently, panting but eager to wipe his sweat: "Centaurs... They are withdrawing, and they are withdrawing on all fronts!"

"What?!"

The expressions of the two changed suddenly.

If it had been ten days ago, this news would have been like the arrival of the Holy Cross, but now it ......

"Loren Turin, it must be him - the Imperial Legion has entered the Little Bowie Territory from East Sackland for at least three days, they will not be in time!"

Count Braha's eyes were sharp, and he quickly made a judgment: "Master Ashamai, we have to make a decision at once - whether to prepare to break out, or cooperate with Byrne's army to flank the centaur tribe that has been attacked by surprise. ”

"The life and death of the whole Boi is today!"

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Here it comes!

The Great Khan of the Centaur, Chakar's eyes froze, staring at the smoke and dust rolling up in the distance, and the iconic swallowtail flag of the Byrnes that kept jumping on the horizon.

In an instant, the corners of Chakar's mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

The army of more than 20,000 two-legged people actually forced through the blockade line of the four-hooves warriors, and still rushed into their own army formation without realizing it.

You are trying to distract me by dividing your troops into multiple ways and besieging them from several sides at once, and in order to deal with so many enemies, I have to break up my army and break it down separately, or risk being outlanched;

But in reality you are bluffing, using these so-called "reinforcements" to cover up your most important move - yes, just like the night we first met, the armies on both flanks were only feints, and the real killing knife is always yourself.

Cautious and bold, calm but arrogant.

Loren Turin... You are my old enemy, and you did not disappoint me!

That's right, only people with such strength are qualified to be my opponents and deserve to die at my hands!

Chakal, who was getting more and more crazy, didn't notice that the smile on the corner of his mouth was getting more and more crazy, and he was also getting more and more hysterical, shaking from head to toe, as if he was suppressing some kind of power that was about to erupt.

If the black-haired wizard stood in front of him, his eyes would have widened in surprise - Chakar at this moment was almost the same as Phanesis in Dragon King's City, and even his crazy and calm expression was the same.

"Great Khan, the four-hoofed warriors facing the forward are about to be defeated!"

A terrified voice rang out on the side, and the indifferent Chakar looked out at the battlefield in the distance, and under the banner of the golden lion on a black background, the outpost scout, composed of more than 2,000 four-hoofed warriors, was rapidly shaking, and even collapsed.

The battle began very suddenly, the centaur warriors of the remnants of the Boi army in four breads did not expect the enemy to attack from behind, and they were so quick that they did not even have time to react and assemble.

In order to maintain the huge blockade line, after the entire centaur army dismantled the interception force, the strength of the entire siege position was so flat that each area was very thin, only one or two thousand troops.

Relying on the Centaurs' innate mobility, they were able to assemble and encircle the Poi army at the moment of counterattack... But when the Rangers, who possess the same agility, launch a surprise attack from behind, the flaws of dispersion are immediately exposed.

And the cavalry sent by Byrne's army, which marched in a hurry, was not a regular scout, but a ranger who was used to tear through his encirclement network and break the blockade for the remnants of the Boe!

Amid the sound of horses' hooves and shouts of slaughter, the Byrne Rangers and Ranger Knights from Hope Peak wielded knights' swords and sabers, fighting in groups of three and two, charging back and forth among the centaur lines.

They are like swift and powerful sharp knives, constantly stabbing and retracting, bleeding the enemy and stirring up the enemy's line.

The rapid roar and the terrible screams continued to fly by like a howling wind on the grassland.

Now that the guests have arrived, there is no point in staying here anymore... The game has just begun.

"Give the order to the whole army, turn around and advance. Chakar's eyes narrowed into a line, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more eerie: "Let's retreat." ”

"Retreat?!"

The stumbling and bloodied centaur warrior shouted in terror, "If we retreat now, all the defeated warriors on our front line will be killed, Great Khan......!

Before he could finish his sentence, he was choked in his throat.

At the moment when Chakar's eyes were as black as ink, the trembling centaur warrior stiffened, his expression as if he had been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

"You... How dare you question my orders?"

"I—I didn't!"

"No, no, no, you... The brave warrior of the four-hoofed man has such courage to question the Great Khan... Orders from your master. A beastly smile appeared on Chakar's face:

"I feel the need to praise you and reward you. ”

"No, Great Great Khan, you are the master of all the four-hoofed people, and I will never dare to disobey your orders!" The centaur warrior who suddenly woke up realized what kind of death-seeking behavior he had just done, and directly fell to the ground with four hooves, and lay his upper body on the ground:

"Please, please, please, please be merciful, give me a chance! Your warriors will surely wash away their sins with the blood of their enemies!"

"Really?" Tilting his head, Chakar's expression became more and more crazy, and gray-blue pus continued to ooze from his inky black pupils, leaving teardrop-like marks on both sides of his eyes:

"Then what kind of merit do you think will wash away your sins?"

The centaur warrior stiffened on the ground, raised his head tremblingly, and his eyes flashed with determination: "Only, as long as you are willing to give me this opportunity, I promise to dedicate the head of that devil to you!"

"Really?"

"Really, really! I swear I'll send his head to you!" replied the centaur warrior in a cold sweat.

"But what if you can't?" Chakar asked, confused, as if asking himself, "Isn't that... One more sin than one?"

"I—I can swear by my life and soul!"

"Good!" Chakar finally smiled with satisfaction.

However, just as the centaur warrior got up in a panic, ready to rush to the battlefield and die, a powerful arm suddenly came from behind... Choked him by the throat!

"Great, Great Khan——?!"

"I said... Very good. The cold and crazy Chakar curled the corners of his mouth and smiled even brighter: "It's a pity that you can't kill Loren Torino." ”

"The only one who can kill him is me!"

As his words fell, the centaur warrior who had been choked by the throat suddenly began to spasm and convulses violently, and the burly body began to tremble unnaturally, and every blood vessel seemed to come to life, exposing itself to the skin.

"Great, Great Khan, Ahh......h

The centaur's body twitched more and more violently, more and more twisted—like a fish out of the water, placed on a chopping board, the last time it struggled to leap before dying.

Poof—poof——!

Like a deflated ball, the centaur warrior's neck and chest suddenly exploded, and dark red plasma burst out, staining Chacar's crazy face red.

"I see, no wonder that adult laughed so happily when he saw me drink the potion......

"It's... It's so much fun!"