The dark clouds in the sky gradually obscured the only glimmer of light, and in this heaven and earth shrouded in iron-gray shadows, a desperate battle was raging.

There have been a lot of puddles on the muddy road in the mountains, and at this moment, the water in those puddles has been completely dyed red, and the red blood is dotted on the green grass, which looks so strange and cruel.

There were corpses everywhere as far as the eye could see, and the bandits and soldiers were huddled together, and they could no longer tell each other apart. The people who were still alive roared and waved the blades in their hands, and in the vast shadow of swords and swords, people fell like wheat, and the heavy smell of blood mixed with the smell of earth was disgusting.

As the sages of Rhodoch said, battles always begin when they are not expected and end when they are too late to regret.

Hull couldn't understand what had gone wrong with his decision, and why God had to go with him. Whether it was his proud property, his wife, or his brother who lived and died together, why should all these treasures be taken away mercilessly? The rain became heavier again in the blink of an eye, and the large cold raindrops hit Hull's body, and it was faintly painful.

He looked at the battle situation, which was already slightly declining, turned his head in despair, and his body suddenly froze.

"Big brother?" Ulu, who was following him, noticed the strangeness of his boss and unconsciously followed him back.

Suddenly, a chill welled up in the heart of the nervous man, a feeling of foreboding that had only been felt before his village was slaughtered by the Swadians.

Slowly, he understood where this ominous feeling came from. On the hillside not far from the battlefield, a small group of cavalry stood silently and immediately. They sat down, and the tall red hunting horses gasped heavily, and the white breath exhaled was clearly visible even in the vast shower.

Cavalry is not suitable in the rugged terrain of the mountains and forests of Rhodok, but each time the cavalry appears, it represents a powerful force that these outlaws cannot fight - the great nobles.

The silent knights on horseback were all clad in heraldic armor and helmets, and the cloudy sky was dim in their faces, and Hel and Uru could only see the raindrops on their hard iron armor, creating a faint glimmer of light on their bodies.

"Big brother, who are they!" Uru's frightened voice sounded in Hull's ears like thunder, but at this time Hull was not in the mood to reprimand his brainless little brother. He trembled slightly, and shouted to the still scuffling crowd, "The greyhound is coming!" Come on! ”

Despite his best efforts to tell his men to flee quickly, the battlefield is not something you can run if you want to. The Rhodok soldiers in the battle finally found reinforcements, and they dragged this group of outlaws to the death, not giving them any chance to escape.

The group of silent cavalrymen looked at Hull and his party who wanted to escape, and they were no longer silent, and one of the knights in the center slowly pulled out a half-hand sword from his waist, and then swung it forward fiercely.

"Glory! Advance! ”

When the cavalry heard this, they all roared: "Long live Rhodok!" ”

They drove the black horses, following the figure in front, and the crimson horses began to become agitated, and they snorted feverishly. Just like the fanatical knights on their backs. The cavalrymen drew their long swords from their waists, and in this foggy and rainy day, a cold light was formed, and the cold light refracted by the tip of the sword couldn't help but make people feel daunted.

"Don't fight, run!" Hull looked at the roaring cavalry and shuddered involuntarily. Those painful memories flooded into his heart, and Hull didn't dare to stay for a moment, he threw away the single knife in his hand, pulled Uru, who was still standing dumbfounded, and ran wildly in the rain curtain.

Joseph gasped as he pulled the straight-bladed machete out of a bandit's abdomen, and slowly slashed off the head of the brown bearded bastard in horror and disbelief. There was a rush of horses' hooves, and when he looked back, he recognized it as a cavalry under the command of Count Atlas. The team of about fifteen men were all neatly dressed in cool black heraldic armor, with staggered yellow stripes crossed and drawn on the visibly expensive fabric of their armor.

"Is it Lord Atlas's team?"

Before Joseph could open his mouth to ask, their team kicked away one of the bandits next to him and asked respectfully.

However, the proud knights did not say anything, they waved their long whips in silence, and the deafening sound of iron hooves rang out, and the cavalry swept up, and they charged!

A brave bandit cut off the heads of his soldiers and charged at the galloping horses with a roar of rage. In just an instant, a horse that was slightly different from the other hunting horses rushed straight in front of him.

"Die, Greyhound!" The brave bandit roared and uttered his last words.

He slashed at the horse's leg with a slash at the knight at the front. But before his knife could fall, he suddenly felt his body become light, and after a violent shaking, he saw a headless corpse slowly falling weakly, the back was so familiar, who was he......

A bandit behind him witnessed the scene completely, his eyes widened in horror, and before he could react, the devil-like figure came to his side. Immediately afterward, his own head suddenly splattered with blood, and his eyes were filled with endless horror and confusion.

The rest of the cavalry also approached the poor bandits, and blood splattered on the faces of the Rhodok spearmen. This can no longer be called a battle, this is a total slaughter! The cavalrymen quickly swept their horses around the bandits, and sent their swords with precision, and the enemy was immediately disemboweled, separated, and the severed limbs and heads fell bloodily, forming a poignant picture behind them.

Hull shuddered uncontrollably as he listened to the screams behind him, and he turned his head to cast one last glance at his companion behind him. He suddenly remembered his ruined homeland, which had been like that at that time, his eyes were full of the blood red of the scarlet, and his ears were full of wails and the terrible sound of the blades tearing through the human body. The stumps of familiar relatives and friends flew in the sky, hellish wails rang in the ears, and warm blood splattered on the frightened faces of the survivors. The executioner laughed and dragged the man who was not dead to his side, and cut off his head without mercy.

The sound of hooves in the back bit up, and the "greyhounds" on hunting horses still caught up, although his former companions dragged them down to a certain extent with their lives, but Hull knew that it was only a matter of time before he was bitten to death.