"In the name of Byrne, in the name of Turin... Charge ——!!!!"

Under the dome, the Byrne knights, wielding heavy swords and long knives, galloped wildly in the line of the enemy's imminent collapse, and in the thunderous sound of iron horses, only one colorful swallowtail banner after another could be seen, flashing in the billowing yellow dust.

Compared with the Byrne Knights, who fought separately in twos and threes, but cooperated with the tacit understanding, the centaurs who were attacked on their backs were completely panicked, and before the battle was already in a situation of collapse, the entire front was mixed together, and the rangers who broke into the battlefield were mixed together.

Under the unforeseen surprise attack of the vanguard rangers, the eastern blockade of the centaur army has collapsed on all fronts, and the momentum of the collapse is still expanding to both flanks;

As much as the centaur warriors are resisting, and the armies that have broken down on both wings are joining them... But the moment the gap in the blockade appeared, the end was already doomed.

However, in the chaotic battlefield, the red-eyed warriors on both sides were completely unaware that the battle situation had changed, and they were still fighting hard with the enemy in front of them.

"Rush over, Duke's Guard, follow me, advance ——!!!!"

The words fell, and before the soldiers behind him could react, the gray-eyed boy with two sharp blades had already rushed out more than ten steps away.

In the face of the oncoming blades, and the fierce and hideous faces, Lusen on horseback did not move.

It was the two swords in his hands that moved... The sword of the Duke of Ellemont, the spear of the Dragon Knight.

"Bell ——!"

The snow-bright blade of the sword slashed along the falling axe blade, and the moment the fire burst out, the left hand that instantly held the hilt of the sword had penetrated the enemy's throat;

The spear that pierced head-on, deflected against his sideburns, and the blade of the sword in his right hand tore the centaur's throat from the bottom up, with the inertia of the charge;

The heavy axe swung from the back of his head, and the unavoidable Lusen immediately fell backwards, and the bloody battle axe struck the centaur in front of him without any suspense, and his stunned head flew into the air.

"Smack!"

With the sword in his right hand sheathed, Lusen immediately grabbed the spear that swept in front of him, and by the moment of falling down, the tip of the spear stabbed straight into the throat of the enemy behind him.

The gray-eyed boy was still expressionless.

The moment he got up, the "Dragon Knight's Spear" in his right hand was unsheathed again, and the terrified face of a centaur warrior was reflected in his unwavering pupils... A face that was split in half.

In an instant, the gray-eyed boy had already rushed out more than ten steps, leaving the members of the Duke's Guard far behind, leaving only a dumbfounded expression.

And that's... The power of the Apostles of the Evil Gods?

Lusen thought faintly.

The last time I felt it wasn't obvious, but now... The moment the rune on the back of his neck began to "burn", he did feel that his whole person had become different.

Time slows down, the pace gets faster, the way of thinking increases... Lusen couldn't think of any of that.

What he could understand was that his body seemed to have its own consciousness, and no matter what kind of enemy it was facing, it could make at least two or three judgments in an instant, and when he made his own decision, he would naturally begin to move.

No matter how many enemies you face, no matter how severe the situation, you can make the calmest and most reasonable judgment according to your goals in a moment.

This power... It can never be without a price.

In a trance, the gray-eyed boy suddenly remembered what the Oath Knight had said.

But there's only one way... Only in this way can he continue to guard Lord Loren's side, instead of becoming a burden that needs to be "protected" by him;

No matter what it takes, I'm willing!

The Duke's Guard, which followed, was still fighting with the enemies on both sides, and a surrounded cavalry of the Guard, seeing that he could not get out, resolutely detonated the ignition in his hand, and died with five or six centaur warriors around him.

"Boom ——!"

The flames shone behind him, and Lusen, who didn't look back, rushed straight to the last enemy, breaking through the enemy's blockade.

In the distance, you can already see the military formation of the Boi army, as well as the scimitar horse banner of the Varna family.

In the chaos of the battlefield, as the Duke's Guard and Rangers broke down the blockade in front of them, the phalanx of Byrne's light and heavy cavalry and infantry followed, tearing open and widening the rift like a torrent of catharsis.

And the enemy's routed army and reinforcements from afar, as if they had received some order, no longer continued to join the battlefield, but moved rapidly in the opposite direction.

Even if they were entangled by the charging Byrne knights, the centaur army broke their wrists as the very "decisive" strong men in the past, leaving a small force behind the broken entanglement, and retreated very quickly.

"They're retreating?"

Although he used a question sentence, the black-haired wizard's expression was very affirmative—not a rout, not an escape, but a retreat, and a prepared retreat.

Even if they retreated like losing their armor, the centaur army that left the battlefield still did not see any panic, constantly crossed cover, and arranged the broken soldiers to block the "wall charge" of the Byrne knights layer by layer, so that the front of the Byrne army could never threaten their core army formation.

"Do you want to chase, Lord Loren?" asked Lusen, who clenched the hilt of his sword and didn't raise his head.

"No, since the enemy is retreating, let them retreat, and defeat them immediately without hurry. Loren shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Our first goal is still to relieve the Boi army... If you do that, you'll win. ”

Having said this, Loren couldn't help but glance behind him at the Byrne warriors, who were already scarred and exhausted, marching all the way and immediately going into battle;

Look at the "Breakout Passage" that stretches for hundreds of paces and is paved with the bones of the warriors—in order to open this passage, a quarter of the Rangers who came from the Lookout Peak will never return to their hometown.

The black-haired wizard with an unchanged face had slightly darkened pupils.

It's not that they don't want to, but the exhausted Byrne army really doesn't have the strength to fight the centaur army that came to fight Rufeng anymore after breaking through.

What's more, in the face of such a cunning and powerful enemy, no amount of caution is too much.

“...... Let's go and join the main force of the Boi army first. ”

Sighing heavily, Loren made his final decision, and in the distance, under the banner of the scimitar horses, a brigade of Boi hussars was approaching this direction.

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"Long time no see, Conqueror of the Silverhelm Mountain, Honorable Duke of Loren Turin. ”

"It's been a long time, well-informed, experienced elder, Master Haringvan Ashamai. ”

On the battlefield strewn with corpses, the two men under the escort of the knights looked at each other, and then they couldn't help laughing.

It's just that the laughter of the two people was accompanied by a hint of exhaustion and desolation.

"How's it going?" Loren asked, raising an eyebrow.

Master Haringvan Ashamai sighed, with a deep sense of sorrow and sorrow: "As you can see... Boi, it's not yesterday's Boe. ”

The black-haired wizard frowned slightly, looking at the surrounding scene worriedly, guessing how tragic the bloody battle was that day.

The melee of the 200,000 army ... Even if there is a reference in front of you, it is indeed not an "imaginable" scenario.

"The 5,000 silver-armored cavalry were all wiped out, and all the survivors of the hundreds were wounded, and the 40,000 infantry, more than half of them were killed or wounded, and even less than a tenth of them were able to continue the battle. Master Ashamai said calmly: "As for the 60,000 hussars, they want to engage the enemy the most, and the casualties are the greatest... There are more than 20,000 left. ”

Hearing this number, Loren breathed a sigh of relief slightly: "It's okay. ”

At least I arrived in time... If the main Boi army is completely destroyed, then there is really no room for redemption.

"Are you alright?"

Haringvan Ashamai, who whispered in a low voice, looked at the battlefield behind him with a calm gaze: "Yes, everything is fine... With such a fiasco, half of the army can survive, which is already a blessing in misfortune!"

Loren, who was silent, quietly became an observer.

"When we were ambushed from behind by the Centaur army, Grand Duke László Varna led the guards alone and never returned......"

"The enemy seems to have a clear idea of our tactical disposition... After discovering that his back was attacked, Count Seth Braha, who fought desperately to break out of the siege, led the silver-armored cavalry to break through the siege four times, was surrounded four times, and almost wiped out the whole army......"

Even at this moment, Master Haringvan Ashamai was still calm, barely seeing too many emotional fluctuations except for his eyes, and calmly expounded a fact:

“... After ten days of siege, the centaur army cut off all the supply lines, and only the supplies and supplies of the accompanying army, plus the rest of the battlefield, could not support the expenses of the remaining army, let alone treat the wounded......"

“... Although there are still nearly 50,000 troops left in our army, three-fifths of them are lightly or seriously wounded, the weapons are badly damaged, the supplies are exhausted, and there are not many horses left......

Master Ashamai raised his head and looked at the black-haired wizard calmly: "If you are preparing to launch a counterattack against the centaurs now, I can only advise you not to expect too much from the Boi army to help you. ”

"Can you even guess this?" Loren's expression moved slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"As you say, it's just a guess... It's not just because the main force of the Boe's army is besieged that you're so anxious to go north - even the friendship between Byrne and Boe's principalities isn't worth risking your life. Master Ashamai said lightly:

"No, something must have happened that prompted you to wait any longer, and would rather take the risk than end this war as soon as possible!"

The black-haired wizard was shocked, and subconsciously blurted out: "You already know?!"

"It seems that there must be something special about your battle of Silverhelm Mountain. Haringvan Ashamai's gaze was profound: "If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid it's ......"

"Holy Blood Elixir!"

The two men spoke in unison.

"It's because of it that Grand Duke Laszló Varna died and suffered a crushing defeat!" Master Ashamai said in a deep voice, his sharp gaze staring at the black-haired wizard, "I heard about the rebellion of the Blood Order in the Red Blood Castle before I came, I'm afraid these two things are not unrelated, right?!"

Loren bowed slightly, and his expression was also solemn to the extreme: "It's far more than that... The problem is 10,000 times more serious than we think. ”

Looking at the black-haired wizard's serious expression, Harlevan Ashamai frowned, "So it's not an isolated incident, or just a conspiracy of some behind-the-scenes, right?"

"When I was at Ebolden, I had some dealings with a Bishop of the Holy Cross called 'Farnesis'. Loren spoke: "You are very familiar with Master Corona, and you should know better than me what is going on here." ”

"But even he... It's just a piece on the chessboard, and it's important at best. ”

"Fanenscist?"

Master Ashamai took a deep breath: "I understand, this matter must be reported to Albert in the Imperial Capital as soon as possible, and he will convey it to the Imperial Cabinet and His Majesty Eckhart II. ”

"Corona... It may not have been a wise choice for him to keep the truth under wrap in order to maintain the relationship between the Wizarding Tower and the Church. ”

Loren's eyes were incomparably complicated.

The night of Ebotden, if it weren't for his own rush to leave, if it wasn't for his own "negligence" later, if it wasn't for the fact that he was like Brandon, he sat back and watched the spread of the Holy Blood Elixir......

All this could have been avoided.

Right now......

"Lord Loren——!" Lusan exclaimed suddenly.

The black-haired wizard and Haringvan Ashamai both looked up at the same time, looking in amazement at the front of the barracks of the two armies.

I saw the Centaur army that had already evacuated going and returning, and dense black shadows appeared at the end of their sight like a rolling torrent.

In an instant, the Byrne knights, who had finally breathed a sigh of relief, tensed their nerves again, nervously looking at the returning enemy.

"Boi, Byrne——!" The gray-eyed boy who was the first to react shouted hoarsely, and his right hand had already pulled out the blade at his waist:

"Array! Prepare to meet the enemy, prepare to meet the enemy——!!!!"

In an instant, all the people in the camp began to act quickly, and without command, began to instinctively organize formations and lines of troops with a single slogan;

The exhausted Byrne Rangers and the yellow-skinned Boi Hussars consciously formed a charge line, ready to intercept the enemy's first attack.

"Wait!"

With a loud shout, the black-haired wizard stopped the gray-eyed boy next to him who was about to rush to the front line, and his dark pupils stared straight ahead:

"Don't panic, the situation... Something isn't quite right!"

At the end of his line of sight, the centaur army had stopped advancing, and in front of the dense formation, a figure had stepped out.

Come to them.