On the trembling earth, the sound of iron horses roared past.

The Boi knights, wielding their cavalry spears, bows and sabers, rolled up the smoke and dust that tossed the whole world, and rushed towards the array of Azorean elves.

"Rush, for Sallyka Jonah, rush!"

"Kill the long ears, kill the long ears!"

"Crush them!"

"See the storm of the Great Green Sea, Bunnies!"

The excited Boi knights stared at the scarlet eyes one by one, roared bloodthirsty and unrestrained, swept down like a violent wind, and rushed to a distance of no more than a stone's throw from the Azorean elf array, showing off their might.

As for the enemy on the opposite side not holding out, this is not a problem at all ... In other words, this is one of the two most ideal states of the enemy in the eyes of the Boi Knights, that is, fixed targets and moving targets.

Either stand still or flee in all directions.

Unlike the Byrne Knights, who are keen to go head-to-head with their enemies, the Boi are not good at... In other words, they are keen to fight the enemy head-on, and if they can fight, they will fight, and if they can't fight, they will run like the wind, which is their "knightly style".

Stick to the same place and harass in a circle, form a formation and defend the flanks to attack, retreat in an orderly manner and rush wildly, and collapse and flee to scatter and hunt......

The elves who stand still and do not move... For the Boi Knights, they were a target they could shoot at will, but once there was a gap in the enemy's line, or a lone unlucky one, it was time to hunt at will.

In this regard, they are patient.

Only Sally Cayona frowned, her expression more solemn than ever.

From the beginning of the war to the present, he has almost killed half a thousand-person elven warrior who has been harassing back and forth like this, how can they still endure it?

I have the impression that these long ears have never been the type to be passive and stubborn... In that case, then there are only two answers, then they owe a beating, or ......

It's just that they don't have good intentions and are thinking about something.

The archduke with a raised brow of the scimitar looked straight ahead.

Directly in front of the Azorean elven army, in the muddy ground soaked by the river that washed up the embankment, a figure stood abruptly.

Hunched back, hanging his head, he dragged a tattered knife upside down, as if the knife was himself.

He stood there alone, abruptly, in front of the hussars' charge.

Salika froze.

That's it... This one?

This is what those long ears have endured for so long... The secret weapon?

Salika knew that the Azorean elves had a kind of magic called "the way of the samurai", and she also knew that they had all kinds of special abilities that forced her to burn down the city of a thousand tents.

But she didn't think that an elven warrior who could do magic could stop the charge of hundreds of hussars.

The surrounding Boi knights let out a bloodthirsty laugh, one by one excitedly waved their sabers in their hands, showing off their riding skills, and scattered the array from all directions, screaming and pounced on the lonely figure.

The brave Boi people never refuse to bully the weak and the more to bully the less.

"No, it's Eugen, it's the demon that can't be killed!"

At this moment, a hussar who had participated in the defense of Ebolden suddenly turned around and looked at the archduke of scimitar with a frightened expression: "Duke, we must retreat quickly!"

"What?!"

The moment the words blurted out, the "elven warrior" on the opposite side had already raised the broken long knife in his hand, and the river flowing in the muddy land gradually rose as if it were alive, condensing into hundreds of water balls in the air.

With just one breath, those "water balls" instantly condensed and turned into fusiform ice crystals.

"No, no, no, no... It's too late, we're all going to die here!"

The face of the Boi Knight, who had been beaten, suddenly turned pale, and he glanced at his equally frightened colleague opposite, and raised his long knife desperately:

"Boi, charge, charge, kill!"

"Kill the !!! with long ears"

At the moment when the cavalry shouted, Salika, who had not yet reacted, was violently hugged by the Boi knights on the left and right, and fell off her horse violently.

"Bang!"

The moment he fell to the ground, there was the sound of two knights breaking bones and tendons.

But Salika didn't notice, because there were more sounds that clouded her ears.

Torn flesh, shattered armor and blades, neighing horses fell to the ground, blood gushed uncontrollably, screaming cavalry rolled over from their mounts and fell, men trampled on horses......

Roaring, exclaiming, wailing, growling, screaming... And so on.

Forcefully breaking the corpse's arm, Salika, who was lying on the grass, raised her head through gritted teeth, her eyes wide and desperately trying to see what was happening in the old scriptures.

She was stunned.

One by one, the Boi knights, who were shadowed in the ice and fog of the battlefield, disappeared in the thick fog, and only their exclamations and screams before death could be heard in the air......

There was also the sound of armor being shattered, flesh being torn apart, and men and horses falling to the ground.

In just a quarter of an hour... Maybe only a few minutes, the ice fog was already full of bones of the Boi Knights, and there was not even a single cavalryman alive to break out of the fog and flee and fight back.

One, none!

Why......

What the hell is going on?

That elf... What kind of monster is it?!

The terrified Archduchess of the Scimitar was crushed to the ground by the corpse, her trembling limbs making her unable to move.

"Ahhhhh!!!h

In the thick of the ice mist, a heart-rending roar exploded out of thin air.

A lone figure, dragging an inconspicuous long knife upside down, stepped on the land covered with ice crystals, and walked towards her step by step from the ice mist.

"Huh?!"

Salika, who was full of excitement, gritted her teeth desperately, let out a low moan of fear uncontrollably, and lay under the corpse and did not dare to show her head.

In the cold, dead mist, she felt like she had become a hunted hare, and if she moved, she would be detected and killed by the cruel and ruthless hunters.

Like a helpless hare, he is killed without any defense.

At the same time, the sound of horses' hooves and the neat footsteps of the infantry came from behind her, it was reinforcements from the Byrne Legion!

Obvious... After noticing an anomaly in the forward, the Byrne Legion also accelerated its advance and prepared to clash with the Azorean elven army.

But there was not a hint of joy on Sallyka Jonah's face, and she was even more frightened than she had just been.

No... Don't come, don't come!

The trembling Archduchess of Scimitar stared at the figure of the Byrne Legion getting closer and closer, as if she was looking at the most desperate hell.

"Oh... It seems that our Governor has not completed his task thoroughly. ”

The elven prince in the distance stared at the silver-white mist and the Byrne army that was still slowly advancing, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold arc:

"The order tells us that the samurai on the right flank don't have to wait any longer, advance, attack!"

"His Highness Rodria?!"

The elven wizard who heard the order turned his head sharply and looked at the little prince with a frightened expression: "Do you want to wait for Lord Eugen to be killed by the enemy, or at least surrounded......, before considering attacking?"

The elven wizard didn't say any more.

With a stunned expression, he looked at the blade that pierced his chest, the blood gushing out, and he convulsed, like a water bag that was constantly being squeezed out, and fell into a pool of his own blood.

"I don't care about casualties, losses, etc... Meaningless stuff, I really don't care at all, and honestly, if I can stabilize Eugen, I really don't mind feeding you guys at all... But you can't, it's a pity. ”

The smiling elven prince looked around, and the elven wizards who were seen were all terrified: "So don't tell me about any losses and casualties, I'm not fighting this battle for someone... I am for the survival of the entire Azorean elves. ”

"Tell the army on the right flank, regardless of casualties, to launch an all-out attack on the enemy's left flank under the premise of covering the chief Eugen of the Overseer, do you understand?"

"Clear, understood!"

With the sound of eagle horns, 20,000 elven warriors wielding spears, bows, and shields roared out of their entrenched positions and poured into the battlefield like a tidal wave.

Similar to the Imperial Guard, these warriors, who no longer used long knives as their main weapon, were also the product of the Azorean elves who landed on Ebolden and fought many wars with the Empire.

They wield a short-horned bow with a short range, but a good direct shot and easy to carry, and a small round shield attached to the left arm, which provides some cover in an engagement and does not hinder the quick maneuvers of the elven warriors.

The spears they used were more akin to the "long handle and short sword" design, and they still had sabers out of habit, which they used as secondary weapons when the spears were broken.

That's right, such an army that emphasizes mobility and can at the same time engage compact phalanxes is specially used by the elven prince to counter the Byrne legion with phalanxes and heavy cavalry.

At the same time, Count Eckert, who was in the rear of the Byrne Legion, frowned as he looked at the Azorean elven army that had finally stopped holding its ground and launched an attack.

He had already sensed that the Boi cavalry on the front line had probably run into an enemy trap and had encountered an accident, and it was so sudden, so fast that he had not even had time to send cavalry to support him!

Out of an abundance of caution, Eckert quickly summoned the Byrne knights who had been on the first line back to the second line, and instead pressed the pikes and elite infantry knights to the front of the formation, and at the same time gave the order to attack.

The roaring infantry knights were the first to strike, rushing into the ice mist under the cover of the spear phalanx, and collided with the oncoming elven warriors.

In the thick ice mist, the elven warriors roared, rushing towards the waiting spear phalanx, as if they couldn't wait to die.

The sharp spears tore through their armor and pierced their chests, but they still couldn't stop the crazy Azorean elves, even in the moments before they died, to draw their bows and arrows into the faces of the Byrnees.

The elven warriors who were blocked from their path decisively smashed the robe and the barrel of the spear, and even preferred to attack against the corpse of the robe, but still couldn't wait to fight with the slowly advancing spear phalanx.

There were no wails, no screams, and the fallen elven warriors even had a "relieved" expression on their faces, which made the Byrnees very confused, as if it was a lucky thing to die at the hands of the enemy.

Why is that?

In the next second, they knew the answer.

"Boom !!!"

With a thunderous roar, a pillar of fire rose into the sky in the center of the battlefield on the left flank.

The fire was so great that even Brandon under the banner of the Imperial Army could see it clearly.

The stunned Count of Fort Fury's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression showed a look of horror.

Not because of the raging fire that rolled up on the battlefield, and not because of the Boi cavalry that wiped out the whole army... It's a similar scenario, an elven warrior who can use both ice and fire... He'd seen one.

On the battlefield of Ebolden!

"It's Eugen!"

Directly behind the Chinese army, Isaac, who saw the sky-high flames, was the first to react: "This void reaction is absolutely right... That Overseer, that's him!"

"Eugen... But, isn't he dead?!" The little wizard looked stunned: "I remember very clearly, he was hit head-on by the Bright Light Sword, and he should have no bones left, why did he still appear here?!"

"How do I know, I'm not an Azorean elf and my Einlander classmate, are you the first time to see the resurrection of the dead, the budding apprentice, and you still ask such a classic question at such a time!"

"I ......"

The angry little wizard was just about to refute something, but Brandon on the side hurriedly stopped her: "Wait, wait... Ladies and gentlemen, now is not the time to argue about this, now the question is what to do, if I'm not mistaken, that shredded elf seems to be quite strong?"

"Yes, but he's dead now, and should be completely manipulated by the Void Force, which means it's not as difficult to take it out as it seems. Isaac waved his hand: "And our Einlander can completely replicate the great feat of the last time and kill it again." ”

"But... Someone needs to cooperate. ”

"Cooperation?"

Brandon paused for a moment, and immediately understood what Isaac meant: "You mean... Sent to death?"

Isaac's eyes flickered, and he nodded vaguely.

Looking at Isaac with this appearance, Brandon was silent... He knew that the other party was not actually a fanatical wizard who was indifferent to people, and he was reluctant to say such a thing as sending people to death to buy time.

But he said it anyway, because it was the best thing to do.

But... This kind of responsibility for carrying the black pot should be one's own.

"Tell Count Eckert of Castle of Fury to attack immediately without delay, and do everything possible to stabilize the battle on the right flank. Brandon said in a deep voice:

"Tell him, I don't want casualty figures, I just want the news of victory!"

"Tell him that this is an order from the Supreme Emperor of the Empire, Brandon II!"