The first thing that caught your eye in the smoke and dust that swept the earth was Lothair's blood-stained cross banner!

Heavily armed and wielding a flag gun no different from the Byrne knights, the Lothair knights on their horses carried a deafening roar and tore through the southern gate directly from the south gate to the blockade of the Azorean elves that surrounded the city from both flanks.

In the terrible crash, one after another brave and skilled elven warriors were knocked out of place like sandbags by heavily armed war horses, and then pierced by spears and trampled to pieces by iron hooves... Before he could make a sound, there was only a pool of flesh and blood remaining.

Using the same wall-mounted charging tactics as the Byrnes, the knights of Lothair easily crushed the hastily formed line of elves with row after row of attacks, and rushed directly into the city gate from one fragmented gap after another.

The Byrne knights who were responsible for answering behind the city wall opened the city gate at a critical moment and quickly closed it to keep the enemy out of the city.

But this is not the end, on the contrary, it is not these noble knights who truly symbolize the power that Lothair is proud of.

Taking advantage of the gap opened by the front-line army, the longbowmen with eagle bows quickly occupied the nearby high ground positions in their favor after a long run, and in an instant, thousands of arrows rained over the heads of the elven warriors!

In the midst of angry and unwilling screams, the unfortunate elven warriors fell to the ground - the arrows fired by the enemy were sinister, and the speed and power of the arrows they had encountered were vastly different from those of the Ebolden archers they had encountered.

Not only that, in order to deal with the lightly armored and agile elven warriors, the Lothairians who came from afar abandoned the armor-piercing arrows, and specially prepared wolf fang arrows with curved hooks, made of flexible fine wood, sharp arrows and long-range arrows, and were quenched with poison.

The bow and arrow skills of the Lothair people are famous all over the world!

With three rounds of arrows, the shattered elves were already in a crush, and under the leadership of the surviving leader and the warriors of the "Four Courts", they retreated towards the edge of the city wall while dodging the rain of arrows coming from the high ground.

Across most of the city of Ebolden, Loren standing on the tower could clearly see the army of Lothair marching into the city with cheers and cheers under the banner of the bloodstained cross.

"It's finally here......"

Staring at the familiar flag, the black-haired wizard breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is any duke in the empire who he trusts the most, it is definitely Ruben Fried—it is precisely because he promised that Lothair's 8,000 reinforcements will arrive within fifteen days, and Loren has persisted until now.

Even the refusal to withdraw the army, holding back the main elven force so that they could not surround the city, also has this consideration, to avoid the embarrassment of the city gate falling when the reinforcements arrive, unable to rescue.

Really... Fifteen whole days, no more than one day, no less.

Although it is not known whether there were 8,000 reinforcements or how many combat strength they had, the mere appearance of the banner of Lothair at the head of Ebolden was already a strong enough signal to revive morale.

With this reinforcement, Loren was able to calmly arrange the evacuation of the troops on the port defense line, relying on the favorable terrain and fortresses in the city to block the elves' attacks... Well?!

A sudden and chaotic shout rang out from the east side of the circular fortress.

The black-haired wizard immediately looked sideways in the direction where the shouts were coming from, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

It wasn't a "shout", but a roaring horse's hooves, a stringed horned bow, an unsheathed scimitar... There were also countless shouts of killing.

Hordes of figures like rushing floods appeared in the eyes of everyone and elves, riding horses galloping like the wind, clad in silver-glittering armor, and wielding cold scimitars.

The banner of the war horse greeted the sea breeze and hunted.

Boi's hussars!

Amid the sound of horses' hooves, all you could see was these elated horseback people raising their sabers, as impatient as guests about to attend a banquet, rushing straight towards the elven army under the city walls.

In the face of the cavalry that suddenly came out from the flank, the elven warriors under the city walls unhurriedly retracted their lines, and the pikemen followed the front samurai, ready to use a dense formation to make the enemy hit their heads and break the bloodstream.

But they were wrong—the horseback men of Boi were vastly different from the cavalry anywhere.

At the moment when they were only thirty paces away from the enemy, the "charged" hussars suddenly turned en masse, and as if they had suddenly touched the flowing water of a reef, they bypassed the front of the elven army and rushed towards the gap that had been exposed by their shrinking line.

Almost at the same time, countless black shadows flew out of the hussar formation, "pounced" on the elves who were dense in the line and seriously lacked heavy armor and shields.

"Puff-puff-puff——!!!!"

The dark red "flowers" continued to bloom, and the dense front immediately became chaotic - the elves, who had no experience in phalanx combat, did not know what to do with themselves after the people in the front row fell.

The hussars immediately lowered their horned bows, drew their sabers from their saddles, and struck at the elves from the flanks.

But the cunning horsemen did not go toe-to-toe with them like heavy knights, as the elves had imagined;

The galloping horse is like a skilled dancer, and it sweeps quickly from a very incredible angle, causing the hussar on his back to swing a fatal and crucial sword.

"Poof!"

Between the swings of the blades, the cavalry had already flown away.

Only the unwilling elven warrior was left behind, slumped in a pool of his own blood.

In the blink of an eye, this "blood-colored" torrent had already crossed the entire port battlefield, killing tens of thousands of elven troops in front of the elven fleet and the Ebotden defenders.

Casualties, negligible!

After completing a round of charge, the Boi hussars regrouped near the mouth of the Jewel River after throwing off the enemy's pursuers, releasing the reins and allowing their mounts to recover as quickly as possible.

"Horseback people ——!"

Under the banner of the war horse, a silver-armored horseman holding a war sword appeared in front of the entire cavalry formation, looking coldly at the enemy behind him:

"By the word of Salika Jonah, Lord of Boi, Lord of the Horseback People, in the witness of the sky and the great green sea, under the witness of iron and blood, in the name of the Holy Cross, the Boi will repay the kindness owed to the Duke of Byrne and the Knights of Byrne! ”

"Because my friend is in trouble, I can't see death without help!"

"The enemy has invaded my land, and we must not be spared!"

"Therefore......" In the cold shout, the silver-armored horseman directly grabbed the battle flag and held it high above his head:

"Kill me for another round ——!"

"One more round of ————!!!!"

The entire hussar army erupted in fierce shouts, and once again rushed towards the army of the Azorean elves, swords raised.

The momentum is overwhelming!

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"See you again, Loren Turin... Duke. ”

With a somewhat stiff smile, the Knight Captain of Lothair, Aaron, who was also carrying a two-handed sword, stood beside the black-haired wizard: "It seems that we are really here at the right time." ”

"yes, just a little bit. Sighing softly, Loren smiled bitterly and looked down at the torn apart harbor battlefield that was being torn apart by the Boi hussars.

Meanwhile, the knights and longbowmen of Lothair had entered the city and joined the armed citizens of Eboden in the battle of the walls, gradually retaking the strongholds controlled by the elven army.

It's really just a little bit, and I can only order a retreat on all fronts.

"Looking at your expression, it seems that there are still some regrets. Aaron, who misunderstood the black-haired wizard's sigh, smiled helplessly: "That's right, it wasn't me who was supposed to lead the army, but Lu Wen himself." ”

"But just before we set out, news suddenly came from the side of the ancient wood forest, and we found signs of a large number of troops moving to the north of the forest. ”

North?

Loren looked back suddenly: "Foggy Moon Court." ”

"It should be. Aaron nodded solemnly: "An army of the Azorean elves has landed in the Misty Moon Court and will attack the Deep Forest Fort at any time. ”

"As a last resort, Rowan had no choice but to stay in Lothair, ready to defend himself against the invasion - sorry for him, but relieved to us, he was the lord of Lothair, and in any way he would not be allowed to come to such a dangerous place. ”

With a wry smile, Aaron faintly showed a smug expression: "Despite this, we finally arrived as scheduled - eight thousand Lothair troops, one thousand knights, four thousand eagle hunter archers, three thousand heavy infantry, listen to the orders of the Lord of Houbaine!"

"It's an honor for me, after all, I'm half Lothair. Shrugging, Loren's expression was very pleasant... It's still nice to finally don't have to work alone:

"By the way, what's the matter with Boi's hussars - I mean, how did they come with you?"

When the words fell, Aaron on the other side suddenly had a very strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Loren frowned slightly, did he ask something that shouldn't have been asked?

"No, nothing, I just thought you were supposed to know. Aaron's face showed a very "subtle" smile: "Or say... You haven't heard from you until now?"

What's the news?

The black-haired wizard's expression was even more unbelievable.

"Duke of Loren Turin, Lord of Byrne - you are famous, completely famous!"

Aaron shook his head: "It's only been ten days, and the entire empire, from Ebolden to Byrne, knows that you are alone against the army of the Azorean elves!"

"Your deeds are being praised everywhere throughout the Empire, especially your two previous 'Imperial Declarations' and warnings of future crises, which have made all the knights of the Empire look up to you. ”

"It can be said that all the Imperial people who consider themselves knights are now packing their bags and heading to Eboden in the hope of joining your command - the Battle of Eboden has become a battle of glory!"

Speaking of this, Aaron, who sighed, changed his words: "Of course, these things don't mean anything to you now, and even if they come, it will be a month away, and whether Ebolden can hold it in a month is a question." ”

"As for the Boi hussars you want to know - that's because Emperor Connod opened the passage of East Sacland so that the armies of the principalities in the east and south could pass through East Sacland and were well supplied, so they were able to do so quickly. ”

I see......

Loren nodded thoughtfully, probably understanding.

All the legions in the empire combined, there are about nearly 150,000, this is the essence of the empire's strength, and it is also the biggest capital to fight against the elves, Conod does not want to waste his strength in a place like Ebolden.

But he also knew that if he did not get support, Ebolden would definitely fall early, so he would not have time to integrate all the legions, so he opened the way and let the elites of the principalities form reinforcements to hold the enemy as long as possible.

"So now we have eight thousand men of Lothair, and five thousand men of Boi. Loren said in a deep voice: "Thirteen thousand troops, relying on the city wall, should be able to ......"

"No!"

Aaron suddenly interrupted, "Not thirteen thousand, but a full twenty thousand." ”

With that, the chief knight of Lothair raised his right hand and pointed in the direction he had come from—next to the blood-stained cross, there was another banner, and a large army.

The 7,000 light infantry of Ellemont have arrived at the city of Eberden!

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Reinforcements still came.

The moment he saw the Boi hussars appear, the smile on the corner of the little prince's mouth stiffened slightly.

At the last moment, the defenders of Eboden would collapse on all fronts, and the whole city would already be in their pockets - the arrival of reinforcements at such a time would undoubtedly greatly boost the morale of the defenders.

It is obviously impossible to take the city immediately.

Although everything was as I expected, and the enemy's performance was beyond imagination, but... Sure enough, there is still a little bit of a loss.

After all, it was a victory in hand, and it flew away.

On the deck of the flagship, the atmosphere was deadly.

Looking at the defensive line of the city wall that was about to be captured, because the enemy's reinforcements arrived at the rear line and were scattered, and were recaptured by the Ebolden defenders little by little, they even had to retreat to stabilize their positions and not collapse......

All the elves kept their mouths shut, fearing that they would become the unlucky ones who were angered by His Highness the Prince.

Although the little prince rarely gets angry with others, this kind of thing is always uncertain - the sudden and heavy blow of the victory in front of him is in front of him, and the unimaginable frustration is simply devastating to the commander of the first army.

It's not that they're afraid of death, it's that instead of being unlucky, they want to be able to die heroically on the battlefield... At least then, it can be called honorable.

The little prince who sighed raised his head, blinked his eyes as if relaxed, and looked at the elven warriors beside him who looked nervous and afraid that he would be angry:

"Now that the enemy's reinforcements have arrived, it seems that there is little hope of victory for the time being—let the army withdraw as soon as possible, and assemble on the shore, and in any case must hold the harbor, and must not give up the beachhead. ”

"Oh, by the way, send another messenger to deliver a message to the Duke of Byrne, and say... Well, I'd like to meet him!"