Blood flowed to the ground, and the iron riders roared!

Three thousand Byrne knights galloped into the battlefield from both flanks of the battlefield like a revolving door, and struck the flanks and rear of the Azorean elves, which were already defenseless.

There's no small steps, there's no gradual acceleration – come up, it's a sprint with all your might!

"Cavalry, it's the cavalry of the Imperial!"

The first elven warrior to sense the shaking of the earth roared and warned the warriors on his side with all his might: "The cavalry of the Imperial people is coming over!"

"Assemble the formation and prepare for the defensive ——!!!!"

On the battlefield of the melee, the tacit understanding of the elven warriors quickly divided into two parts - the front army continued to drag Byrne's front phalanx, and the rear army quickly completed the turn and assembled in the direction of the knights' attack.

They propped up their shields, stood close together, and used their shields to protect the robes on their sides, and stretched their long knives out of the gaps between the shields like spears, forming a thick shield wall.

The shields stacked like fish scales were like some kind of vegetable, and the elven warriors in the front row kept a certain distance from the back row - they did not intend to block the cavalry by the shield wall, but to use the "human wall" to interrupt the cavalry's charge with their own flesh and blood, and buy time for the robes behind them.

But the Byrne knights, who were two hundred paces away from them, only sneered mercilessly at the first sight of this "shield wall".

"Shield ——!"

The sound of war cries erupted from the mouths of every knight leader in the front row.

Whistling black shadows struck from the elves' shield walls, but the arrows did no damage other than a clanging "note" on the knights' armor and shields.

"Raise the gun ——!"

Rulin's spear was raised horizontally, and the colorful swallowtail flag was swept behind the tip of the spear in the wind, emitting a piercing screech.

The elven warriors held their breath, and there was a look of determination on their faces—they had already taught the heavy cavalry of the Imperials once in the Deep Forest.

The frontal charge is powerful, but only once, as long as it can block their first charge, slow them down, and pull them off their horses... He is no match for the elven warriors anymore.

A second before the charge, they could even see the angry expressions of the knights, and even a little more confident in the shields in their hands.

That's right, with such a strong shield and so many layers of shield walls, there is no reason why only a third of them cannot be stopped......

"Knock ——————!!!!"

There was a terrible loud sound, it was the sound of a shield being shattered by a spear, the sound of a horse hitting a fleshy body, the sound of iron hooves trampling bones and minced flesh, the sound of a knight slamming into a shield and being pierced through the torso by a blade, and the sound of a spear breaking in the samurai's skull......

When all these voices calmed down, only a straight "blood line" was left on the position held by the Azorean elven warriors just now, and there were still a very few figures that survived and stood in place in a daze.

And the charge of the Byrne Knight still did not show any signs of being stopped, blocked or even slowed down, and still showed no mercy, pounced on the belly and back of the Azorean elves.

Hold off the Byrne Knights' wall-mounted charges, slow them down?

The Byrnes were able to prove a thousand times ten thousand times with facts, this kind of thing......

Inexistent!

"For Byrne, for the Holy Cross, for the Sakran Empire!"

The laughing Lan Malos arrogantly raised the flag gun in his right hand and single-handedly rushed out of the array of riding walls: "For the Black Duke——, rush ——!"

"Long live the Black Duke———————!!!!"

Amidst a chorus of shouts, the Byrne knights once again lowered their spears and launched a wall-mounted charge.

There is no doubt that the elven warriors who dared to use their flesh and blood against the heavy cavalry charge were not without heroism, but their efforts were doomed to be in vain - the layers of defense, as fragile as a thin parchment, and the futile battle had no meaning other than to break the knights' spears.

These "learned" elven warriors had no armor enough to protect their flesh and blood in front of the knights, and on the contrary, the heavy armor deprived them of their most critical agility and could not avoid the Byrne knights.

The Byrne knights, whose spears were broken, pulled out their two-handed swords from their saddles and rushed forward to block the elven warriors, and then dragged their swords upside down, taking advantage of the momentum of the charge and the inertia of the weight of the sword, and slashed forward without looking.

Whether they hit or missed, the knights did not stop at all, but continued to charge forward - the largesword wielded in their hands was like a life-harvesting scythe of death, and each swing brought a bloody color.

In the face of the charging Byrne knights, the powerless elven warriors could only use their flesh and blood to fight to the death and delay slightly, and the very few court warriors who mastered the way of the samurai could only barely protect themselves in the face of hundreds or thousands of cavalry charges, and watched powerlessly as the robes around them fell one after another, turning into scraps of flesh splashed in the pool of blood.

"Loren Turin... Loren Turin ......"

Looking at the Byrne Knight, who had already rushed up from behind, Prince Sicotus's eyes flashed with excitement, and he swung his knife to smash a witcher who tried to sneak up and flew away.

"Well done, you didn't disappoint me!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the casualties of the 30,000 Azorean elves had exceeded one-tenth, and the balance of victory was rapidly tilting in favor of Byrne's side, but Sikotus was not angry but happy, and could not even suppress his emotions and showed the color of excitement.

It's a win!

At this point in the battle, the Byrne Legion, who had bet on the last hole card first, had lost the strength to resist - without even thinking about it, he must have taken all the remaining forces to attack the fortress camp, and there could not be even a single reinforcement.

And the role of 60,000 elite self, only need another 30,000... With another 20,000 troops quickly joining the battle from behind, they would have been able to annihilate the entire Byrne army, and then turn the spearhead and annihilate the armies of Ellemont and Lothair, who were still fighting the outskirts of the fortress.

In the first battle, Lothair would be in his own pocket, and the land that had been plowed by Rodria when he had defeated the Byrne's army would no longer have any effective hindrance to the land that had been plowed by Rodria when he entered West Sacland;

As for the army of the Reich ... Let them fight with Rodria to their heart's content, and when they have annexed the lands along the Lothair and the Gem River, their dear brother will see the reinforcements who have come to his rescue and save the fate of the Azores.

In the name of the Eagle King!

"Bell ——!!!!"

The sound of the blade clashing rang in Prince Sicotus's ears, and with his sword in both hands, he barely blocked the head-on "Dawn" greatsword.

The force of the war horse charge and the great sword slash almost knocked him away, and Prince Sikotus, who had stubbornly resisted, was dragged out for more than ten steps before he could gain a foothold.

But he didn't have time to rejoice, because the sword-wielding figure had already pounced on him at the moment of parrying.

"Wow!"

Sparks erupted in the center of the collision of the two blades.

"I don't know who you are, but my instinct tells me you're the Duke of Byrne, Loren Turin......" Between the blades, staring at the face of the black-haired wizard, his slightly trembling voice carried irrepressible excitement:

"The Imperials who defeated Rodria, my dear brother... Twice. ”

"I really don't know what to be proud of in this kind of thing. ”

The moment the black-haired wizard opened his mouth coldly, the "Dawn" greatsword that was dragging the firelight quickly crushed all the way from the blade of the Azorean long knife, and at the same time stepped forward with a left step and slammed it up.

At the same moment, an ecstatic Sicotus turned at the same time, and the long knife suppressed by the greatsword swung with the figure, whistling towards the black-haired wizard's back.

"Bell ——!"

The uplifted sword smashed backwards as Loren turned, colliding with the sweeping blade again.

"No... You should be proud. Sicotus' smile became very hideous:

"Defeating Rodria will be the second proudest thing in your life, and the proudest ......"

"It's me who died... Under the knife of Sikotus Azores!"

Slicotus stabbed straight at the black-haired wizard's face, but it was just a pretense, and at the moment when Loren raised his sword to parry, the blade of Sicotus that had completed the turn slashed at Loren's jaw, and then ......

"Poof!"

Blood gushes out... It was not the black-haired wizard's neck that was torn open, but Sicotus's left wrist.

Sicotus's expression changed abruptly, staring at the Hidden Blade that stretched out from under the black-haired wizard's left wrist.

"Bell-bell!"

The sword flashed, quickly blocking the Hidden Blade stabbing at the neck and the head-on "Dawn", and the somewhat embarrassed Sikotus retreated again and again, retreating ten steps away before gaining a foothold.

And the black-haired wizard with his sword raised had already pounced again.

"Protect Your Highness'——!"

Seeing this scene, the elven warriors exclaimed in surprise, roared angrily and rushed forward with their swords.

"Bang ————————!!!!"

With a roar of white light, the elven warriors who had no time to react fell, while the demon hunters wielding bright silver swords rushed into the battlefield under the cover of the shooting army.

"Wings of the Firmament, cover the Duke!"

The gray-eyed boy who was dancing with two swords was the first to join the battle, and shouted coldly: "Give these miscellaneous people a little surprise!"

The gray-blue sword and the mirror-like blade strangled together, entangled with each other - no matter how anxious the elven warriors were, they were no longer superior in numbers, and they were never able to break through the "ring of defense" formed by the demon hunters.

And as the Byrne Knights unceremoniously charged against the wall, the battle has gradually evolved into a one-sided situation... The Azorean elven army, whose casualties are rapidly expanding, is already on the verge of collapse.

In the deeper part of the battlefield, the elves who were strangled with the infantry knights of the spear phalanx were still resisting stubbornly, but as the enemy's combat power became less and less, the phalanx infantry with numerical superiority reassembled and formed a spear phalanx of 100 people to encircle and suppress the elven warriors who poured in.

Divide, disintegrate, break, annihilate.

The resistance of the Azorean elves is getting weaker and weaker ... The battlefield full of chaos is about to come to an end.

"The curtain is over?"

The sneering Sikotus hung his bloodied left arm and propped up his body with a knife in one hand: "In your eyes, you are already about to win... Right, Loren Torino?"

"Nope. ”

The black-haired wizard was expressionless, dragging the "Dawn" sword closer and closer: "I'm not 'about to win'. ”

"I'm going to win. ”

Sicotus grinned even more.

Loren sighed.

"Forget it, I'd better let you die a little more clearly. ”

"Death understands?"

"Yes, otherwise, when you meet your father, you may not even be able to explain it. ”

"Father... You?!"

Sicotus, whose complexion changed suddenly, only felt a chill in his heart.

"That's right, I... And by the way, why do you think I would not hesitate to let the cavalry charge, even to stand in front of you myself?"

"Come to think of it, knowing that you still have at least 60,000 troops, I didn't hesitate to do this... Don't want to die, don't want to live? or... There are other reasons......"

"Come, guess what, or take a gamble—maybe I'm wrong, maybe in a quarter of an hour you'll be able to turn defeat into victory, and slaughter me and my army here. ”

"Who can be the one who can turn the tide of this battle?"

Who......

Shocked and in shock, Sicotus quickly thought - who could make the remaining elven warriors refuse to carry out, and even disobey their orders, delay sending troops to support, and sit back and watch themselves be routed here by the Byrne Legion?

Who, exactly... With this guts, this ambition......

A small, shivering elven girl lying on the ground, looking at her with a weak and flattering gaze, involuntarily came to Sicotus's mind.

"Sheila ——?!!!!"

Sicotus's eyes shrank suddenly, and his eyes burned with rage, as if he could tear an elven girl to shreds in the next second.

However, the black-haired wizard was not surprised the moment he heard this name, and even showed a somewhat sudden realization expression.

No wonder it's like this... If it were her, such a lack of morality to pit her own people... It can be done.

"Hehehe... Hehehehahaha... Hahaha......"

The shocked Sicotus suddenly burst out laughing, his face full of self-deprecating expressions: "It's good... Loren Torino, I lost, and you are the lucky one in this fight. ”

"You've won, congratulations. ”

The black-haired wizard didn't finish, but still approached Sicotus step by step, watching him hold the hilt of the long knife behind his back, and the tip of the knife hung down.

"But... You seem to have forgotten that I'm not just the son of the Eagle King, I'm also an Azorean elven warrior - never try to defeat me until I die!"

The moment the words fell, the power of the expanding void spread rapidly around Sikotus, and purple fire poured out from the tip of the sword, encircling the two of them.

"See me, my way of the samurai!" Sicotus smiled as he grew mad:

"The Extreme of the Sword, Hidden in the ......"

"Poof!"

The moment the blood was splashed, the sound of a sharp blade tearing flesh and bones sounded.

Sicotus, whose blade was broken, looked in horror at the big sword that smashed into his chest from his shoulder, and the figure wielding the big sword on the other side.

"Sorry, not interested. ”