In the low reaches of the Valley of Blood, the Eagle King stood on the nameless plateau, and instead of paying attention to the figure of the dragon roaring away in the air, he focused his attention on another part of the battlefield.

Byrne Knights.

These warriors who rode "horses" (elves did not have such domestic animals), were fully armed, and fought with long knives, swords, spears, crossbows, arrows, and bows, and they were able to watch their compatriots in the front row turn into blood in the sea of rotting corpses, and still have their faces unchanged - shouting slogans, calmly dying.

If this is the only thing, it will not make the eagle king look sideways, but if he can still maintain discipline and obey orders and commands while calmly dying... That's a little chilling.

He saw with his own eyes that the little cavalryman with dark blue hair and two short swords did not get angry after crushing his first attack, and did not directly lead the soldiers to continue the charge, but formed a formation on the spot, gathered the rout, reorganized the formation, and retreated to the high slope in order to support the infantry in the rear.

It is really ...... that he does not make any claims about the commander's arrangements and arrangements while having his own judgment, and that he conveys orders accurately to the most basic soldiers

Even the best samurai are nothing more than that.

"Are you still in the mood to admire the enemy?"

The harsh, mocking voice rang in the Eagle King's ears: "The only trump card in your hand that can compete with the dragon has been destroyed. ”

Diabo, the "Ender" of the Four Evil Gods.

"It doesn't matter, it's done what it's supposed to do. The Eagle King smiled indifferently, showing no concern: "Because it... The enemy dragons were also badly wounded, and could no longer cover their fragile defensive positions. ”

"They... I'm probably not even 10,000, right? I have 300,000 soldiers who are not afraid of life and death. ”

"It's 270,000. ”

Lu Dun, the "unbeliever" of the four evil gods, couldn't bear to say: "Just now, many of them were affected, and they were buried by avalanches and defeated by cavalry... No less than thirty thousand. ”

"That's dozens of times more than them!"

The corners of the Eagle King's mouth were a little confident: "What's more, this is the Valley of Blood in the Glacier Wasteland, where the corpses of the dead are buried everywhere, and there is no shortage of soldiers - if necessary, I can use the corpses of the carrion demons to pave a way out of the Valley of Bloodbones!"

"If that's the case... What are you going to use to fight the Empire, Your Majesty the Eagle King?" Diapo deliberately emphasized the words "Your Majesty":

"Alone, to face the remaining ten dragons of the empire and the unkillable knights of the oath?"

"Perhaps, maybe I should go alone to the imperial capital, the lair of the lackeys of the Holy Cross, and demand that the emperor surrender to me, thus ending this absurd and great war. ”

"No, the Holy Cross is not consciousness and there is no concept of surrender. "Ruton—the Enderman said, "If you do that, the only thing that will happen to you is ......"

"It's just a complete obliteration - I know, it's just a casual joke, don't take it seriously. ”

The Eagle King, who was in a happy mood, even had the leisure to joke: "Of course, the most important thing now is to capture the Valley of Bloody Bones as soon as possible, and ...... this group of respectable opponents who are in front of me."

"Kill them all!"

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

"Imperials, prepare for ——!"

Count Eckert of Fort Fury stood with his sword in his hand, personally standing at the front of the infantry array to direct the battle, staring at the thousands of rotting corpses that had already struck like a tide under the high ground.

Boundless!

Count Eckert couldn't help but sigh - if he could, he would have preferred to command the cavalry, which was what he did best, and that was what he did best, and only the knights led by the Western Mountain Rock Fort were good at wielding great swords and stomping on the ground to fight the enemy.

Pity... The protagonists of this battle of Bloody Valley are not destined to be the cavalry, and once the infantry line collapses, the entire battle is completely over, and the only defenders of a few thousand can only be slaughtered.

"Ballista, three hundred steps - ready!"

The heavy ballistae at the rear of the line were put into operation, and in front of each ballista were at least ten sappers, under the command of the officer, carrying alchemical bombs and crossbows made of steel, which were placed in an orderly manner in the firing positions.

"Shooting ——!"

In a uniform roar, the rotting corpses that rushed to the front row fell like wheat in rows—in the scream of ice cracking, the smashed rotten demons were immediately reduced to pieces and scattered to the ground.

If it was an army composed of humans, they would not continue to try to storm the high ground in the face of such heavy casualties, but the rotting corpse demon is not human, not even "alive", and still unmoved, stepping on the debris all over the ground, and continuing to rush towards the top of the hillside.

One hundred steps!

In the midst of the incessant bombardment and explosions, the iron-faced Count of Fort Fury raised his right hand sharply and waved it downward. The crossbowmen immediately stepped forward and formed a line in front of the infantry phalanx, raining down arrows on the rotting demons below the heights.

Generally speaking, arrows are weapons that can do very little damage to rotting corpses, far less effective than slashing, but... That's just "usually"......

"Boom ————!!!!"

Flame Dance!

The arrows of the defenders of Blooddale Valley were all soaked in a powerful ignition agent - not to mention the flames, they could be ignited even if they were exposed to air and rubbed violently.

In the incessant flames and roars, the defenders of the Valley of Bloody Bones standing behind the shield wall could only see large expanses of fire smoke and continuous splashing snow.

If that's really "Blizzard......

Thirty steps!

The screaming rotting demons burst out of the flames and swooped down on the seemingly thin line of the defenders.

"Facing the ——!"

The roaring Earl Eckert picked up his halberd and smashed the first rotting demon to smash into pieces of ice under the protection of the shield wall.

"Long live the Empire————!!!!"

Under the roaring "black city wall", the cold and snowy halberds pierced out like straws, and smashed into the swarming rotting corpse demons like gears.

The sharp halberd blades sliced through their shoulders and heads, the sharp tips pierced through their torsos, and the iron-clad shields withstood their charges, knocking them back hard.

Ice-like claws pierced through the gaps in the shield walls, ripping through the defenders' armor, piercing their faces and crushing their throats...... There was not a sound coming from within the dead shield wall, and the fallen soldiers never got up again, and the soldiers in the back row propped up their shields and took their places.

"Long live the Empire————!!!!"

A uniform shout echoed over the Valley of Blood.

After withstanding the first round of attacks from the rotting demons, the legionnaires at the forefront began to change platoons with great skill - the seriously wounded retreated to the last of the line, and the lightly wounded and uninjured rotated, changing the soldiers in the back row to the front and re-erecting a new "shield wall".

This orderly "platoon-changing" tactic is, in a sense, the fundamental reason why the "black walls" of the empire have an endurance beyond ordinary hoplites.

But such tactics generally have two prerequisites - first, they must have absolute protection from the flanks;

There was no doubt about that, the hillside was flanked by cliffs and trenches dug by the defenders, and there was no need to worry about flanking until the rotting demons filled the barbed trenches or piled up cliffs.

Secondly, it is a defensive rather than offensive array that can provide healing and weapon changes for the replaced soldiers.

There was no problem with this, the high ground on both hillsides was the defensive position that the defenders of the Valley of Bloodbones had been operating for several days, and everything that could be done was ready, even the route of gradual retreat had been prepared.

If you look closely, you can even see a low, knee-length "wall of snow" in front of the first column of the defenders' phalanx, all made of condensation and covered with snow and ice.

This thing was used by Loren during the Battle of the Great Green Sea to create fortifications to withstand the charge of the centaurs with reliable effect, and a short wall was enough to withstand the onslaught of most of the rotting demons who climbed up.

And this seemingly "thin layer" wall has another effect.

Fire line.

"Ballista, fire ——!"

Dozens of black shadows swept over the shield wall and smashed into the rotting demons;

The crossbowmen standing in the back row also lowered their crossbow arrows one after another, acting as "grenadiers", roaring and throwing one clay pot after another at the body of the rotting corpse demons that were still swarming.

At the moment of hitting, the crisp clay pots made a cracking sound, and the yellow-brown liquid scattered down like clear water.

"Ignition agent, firing ——!"

Boom ——————!!!!

Beyond the parapet wall, there was a sea of fire.

The flames raged wildly and devoured the rotting demons like solid water—no screams, no wails, and the flame-encased rotting demons instantly turned into charred shards, scattered, burning shards, continuing to devour their next target.

Even though there was already a sea of fire in front of them, the rotting demons in the back row were still frantically stepping into the flames, or being knocked into the trench, or being squeezed off the cliff; It became an impassable barrier against them and the defenders of Blooddale Valley.

Of course, on the other hand, until the flames are extinguished, the defenders of Blooddale will not be able to launch any counterattacks.

Count Eckert breathed a sigh of relief—this "wall of fire" would probably give the defenders of Blooddale a quarter of an hour or so to rest; Enough to wait for the cavalry to come back for reinforcements and for Horn Castle to reach its intended location.

The next thing to do is to keep repeating the previous steps, defeating the rotting demons again and again, and then repeating the cycle, the enemy's strength may be unlimited, but this reckless thousands of finishes will not make the evil god on the opposite side not feel distressed at all.

Then, it is to wait for reinforcements to arrive, and then completely fight the monsters.

Of course... The premise is that there will be reinforcements.

After deciding to settle for the Battle in Bloodbones, Eckert had not sent messengers to the Broken Mountain Fortress for help, but none of them, including two Byrne Knights, a witcher, and five hussars, had not been heard from since the first supply, and even since the first supply, no troops or couriers from the Broken Mountain Fortress had been heard.

In other words, the current Broken Mountain Fortress is likely... It is also under siege from the Azorean elven army, and all roads are blocked by the elven warriors.

Under such circumstances, unless the fortress miraculously managed to defeat the Azorean elves two days earlier, and immediately led at least 20,000 troops north, it was impossible for the defenders of Bloodbones Valley to receive any assistance.

But such a miracle ... It's impossible to think about

A bitter smile appeared on Count Eckert's lips, but it was quickly forgotten.

"The whole army is resting in place, on alert!" "The Earl of Fort Fury turned his head and shouted at the infantry behind him, "Crossbowmen, keep shooting once a minute, and be ready to ......"

At the moment when the arm was swung down, a burst of coldness suddenly hit.

"Hoo ——————"

The cold wind mixed with dust was like a cyclone rising from the flats, and the first legionnaires almost immediately dragged the Count of Fort Fury back behind the shield wall, gritting their teeth against the shield.

In an instant, the waves of air gradually stopped.

The frowning Earl of Fort Fury cautiously pushed away the shield wall in front of him, staring warily at the other side of the low wall.

The sea of fire was extinguished, and only the remnants of the stars were still burning in the ashes.

But the screaming rotting demons did not immediately pounce on them as desperately as they did just now.

Standing in the midst of the fire was an old man with a tomahawk in both hands, with white hair and beard.

He was shirtless, covered only by tattered linen pants and a leather strap that looked to have long since decayed, barefoot, his sturdy body standing like an iron tower in the embers, his head bowed, but staring at every move on the other side.

On the chest, there is a black mark in the shape of a cross like a scar.

Behind him, even the closest carrion demon "hid" ten steps away from him.

"In Nizhny Kuigo, I am the attendant of the 'tyrant' Gwait, and I extend my sincerest greetings to all of you who have been designated as enemies by the great four gods!"

In the next second, he raised his head suddenly, his gaze as cold as a dead man, causing all the defenders of the Bloody Valley to be shocked, as if they were being targeted by some terrible beast!

He raised his battle axe, stepped on the embers under his feet and walked towards the shield wall, as if in a no-man's land, and raised his two-handed battle axe high, aiming it at the Count of Fury, who was still in terror......

Slash down.

"Bell ————!"

Two short swords crossed into a cross shape framed the blades of the tomahawk at the last moment.

"It's time!"

The thin gray-eyed boy gasped for breath, but he still couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth: "Finally... This time, the weapon didn't turn into ice and shatter!"

Earl Eckert, who had not yet recovered from the shock, heard a loud trumpet sounding down the hillside, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves.

In the roar of the cavalry charge, the rotting corpses fell in pieces, and were divided into pieces.

The Byrne Knights, who defeated the first attack of the rotting demons, are returning to help!

"Who are you?"

Looking at the young man who was blocking his battle axe, the Evil God Apostle asked very directly and coldly.

Then Luceen's answer was more direct than his:

"The man who killed you!"