Suddenly rising and stacking in the flats, staggering under the cover of beech, occasionally scattered with bloody goblin and lizardman corpses scattered along the roadside.

Several Wood Elf Forbidden Army cavalry scouts shot out of the marching cavalry squadron like arrows, and ran towards the seven turns and eight turns outside the town of Goodbay.

Just as the squadron of Legral cavalry slowed down and resumed their vigilance, the newly dispatched scout cavalry rushed towards Legral, waving their hands as if they had lost their souls.

Legral's gaze read the fear on the scouts' faces, and he raised his hand and motioned for all the cavalry to stop.

Eager cries came from the Wood Elf Scout Cavalry rushing ahead of Legrar, their rattan armor stained with blood.

"Danger! Dangerous! General, we may not be able to get past seven turns and eight turns. Minotaurs, the giant minotaurs have spotted us. They're already coming at us! It didn't sound like a MI scream, and Legral was shocked, sweat oozing from the wrinkles of his face like an old engraving.

"These monsters have blocked the passage, which means that Gilbergs must have relied on that last hazard." Legral had never felt the rhythm of burning eyebrows as it did now, "To retreat is to lead the flames of war to Ervenia without delay." When it comes to fighting, our soldiers know very little about this monster. What to do. ”

"Moo!" A low roar suddenly came from behind the Forbidden Scout Cavalry, and although Legral's crotch had been in battle for a long time, in the face of this extremely threatening cry of fear, he suddenly began to neigh, raising his front hooves and kicking the air in front of him, but fortunately, Legral tightened the reins of his horse to prevent himself from being thrown off the saddle by this suddenly emotionally unstable mount.

"Not good!" The adjutant behind Legral, Crodir, let out a low roar.

Not far ahead, on the mountain road with seven turns and eight bends, a behemoth suddenly rushed out of the beech forest next to the seven turns and eight bends, and rushed towards the bloodied Forbidden Army reconnaissance cavalry led by extremely fast hooves. Without hesitation, the giant horns on the top of the seal's fang-like head slammed into the scout horse's flank towards the jungle horse he was riding. Immediately, he suddenly turned his head and continued to rush in the direction of Legral's cavalry squadron as if he had gone mad. It's like a legendary stone statue made by a dwarf, but this one is crazy. The frenzied bull's head puffed out a puff of white smoke from its snort.

With that brute force lift, the unfortunate scout cavalry company and horses were knocked into the air.

"Teacher! The situation is critical! Make a quick decision! Adjutant Claudir was so frightened by this scene that he almost stuck out his tongue, and after a short period of stunnedness, he quickly untied the Wood Elf compound longbow from his back, twisted three arrows from the quiver, and put them on the string, muttering in his heart: "Calm down." Be calm this time. You can do it. Crodier. ”

"This, what kind of monster is this!" The horses of the cavalry of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army began to stir incessantly, "I have never seen or heard of such a giant beast!" ”

"It's a fearless assaulter!" The Wood Elves Forbidden Army's cavalry were talking with deep unease.

"This must be the 'Mitaunos' as mentioned in Gilberg's letter, a two-man tall minotaur." Legral stared straight ahead, his ears heard a slight vibration, and in that glance back, he saw the sound of students behind him twisting bows and arrows, and nodded slightly, "Horseback warriors of the second squadron of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army Cavalry, buckle the blindfolds of your horses!" ”

"Bang." There was a violent vibration of the bowstring, and Crodil's bow-holding arm suddenly rose briefly, and three sharp arrows flew directly towards the Minotaur's body, each with its own point of attack.

An arrow pierced through the minotaur's thick neck, an arrow pierced its chest-covered but bare left chest, and another pierced its muscular lower abdomen.

The minotaur in the rush did not fall, but leaned back for a moment and continued to rush forward.

The cavalry of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army, who held their breath, watched what was happening in front of them, and then there was a sound of drawing their knives, followed by an even more fearful cry from the ranks, "This - the minotaur - an absolute assaulter is not dead. ”

Legral undoubtedly saw what was happening in front of him, and tightened his grip on the Wood Elf scimitar in his hand, as if it were about to crush the handle.

In a panic, Crodil continued to reach for arrows from his quiver, but his movements became sluggish. Calmness had completely disappeared from the dictionary that existed in his mind.

"The adjutant's shot is still effective!" The cavalry of the Forbidden Army seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "These giant beasts can be killed!" ”

The Minotaur, who had been badly wounded, finally rushed for dozens of paces before swooping down, kicking up a cloud of dust on seven turns and eight turns.

"It's done!" Crodiel's anxious heart finally fell to the ground smoothly.

"Crodil and my dear warriors on horseback! I think we're in even bigger trouble! Legral did not take the death of the minotaur lightly, his gaze seemed to have pierced through the dust raised, and he looked around the corner, "Come to me, Claudil. ”

"Yes!" Claudir nodded in response, and after the dust gradually cleared, he saw a cold black light shot from the blade of a giant decapitator as thick as a beech tree trunk.

"Horseback warriors listen to orders! The rattan shield is raised, and the scimitar is unsheathed! Legral commanded in a loud voice, his voice as loud as a striking bell. Under his majestic military order, all the cavalry of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army holding unicorn pattern rattan shields raised their bright and flickering Wood Elf scimitars and pointed forward.

"Forrester will bless us, will he?" Adjutant Crodil stared at the engraving-like face of his mentor, Legral.

"I hope so, all I know is that if you kill the first beast, then you can kill the second." Legral lifted the tree-patterned unicorn horsehead banner from the Praetorian cavalry beside him and handed it to his student Crodir, "Only you believe in Forrest." The forests of Forrester will always be around you. ”

"There is no doubt about it." Claudir took the flag, held him up firmly, and shook it.

"We are not afraid!" The cavalry of the Wood Elf Praetorian Army looked forward to Crodir's waving horse-headed battle flag, raising their arms and shouting to dispel their previous doubts.

"Form a serpentine formation!" The captains of the squads of the Wood Elf Cavalry Squadron passed orders from General Legral.

At the mud path with seven turns and eight bends, along with those decapitator axes with thick tree trunks, dozens of warriors of the same kind were more robust than the sturdy Bentu Minotaur just now, these minotaur warriors were unkempt, the top hair was flanked by a pair of sharp horns, and the extremely protruding facial depression was a pair of round bull's eyes, the eyes of these beasts were always shooting bloodthirsty red light, and a string of nose rings jingled between shaking the head and shaking the head, rippling deep echoes in the nostrils of the two black holes, and the open mouth of the blood basin, A neat row of fangs was exposed, like a blood-colored spectacle. Beneath the thick necks of these minotaur warriors are a pair of broad-shouldered shoulders made of black iron, sturdy shoulder armor made of black iron, a diagonal cross-shaped belt that tightens their hairy bodies, and the exaggerated chest shields, and the exposed tan muscles are slightly shiny, like pieces of pig's bladder full of urine.

"Moo! Moo! Moo! These minotaur warriors roared in front of Legral's second squadron of Wood Elf Praetorian Cavalry, their massive bodies blocking the road with twists and turns, whirring and wielding terrifying decapitators that easily severed beech after beech, leaving shocking slash marks in the brittle parts of the beech.

"This kind of flaunting of power seems to me to be a provocation." Crodil carried the banner of the horse's head over his left shoulder, staring intently at the corner of Legrar's mouth.

"It's not so much teasing. Warriors of Forrest of Elvenia! Are you willing to be teased by these ugly beasts? A passionate cry erupted from Legral's chest, "At least in my eyes, I don't agree." ”

"Never agree!" The cavalry of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army was excited, and their shouts formed one wave after another.

"In that case, all the soldiers of the Second Cavalry Squadron of the Wood Elf Forbidden Army are ready for battle! Our goal is to break through the minotaur blockade, remember the warriors on horseback who are right in front of you, and don't fall behind, as falling behind means you've been summoned by Forrestal! Charge with our never-turning. All the way forward. Our Gilberg brothers are waiting for our rescue! Let's just work together to break through their blockade! Sortie! Legral slammed his horse's belly, and his crotch mount flew out of the group like an arrow, followed by Crodil with his flag and sword.

"Wow!" The rumbling hooves of horses carry the passionate roar of the Wood Elf warriors. The blindfolded jungle horses also neighed and flipped their hooves, and rushed forward fearlessly.

A fast-moving 'Jungle Dragon' is about to collide head-on with the 'Boulder' blocking the way.

"Leave these guys to the warriors of the upcoming Duke of Ella." Legral's heart was secretly in front of him, until a bloody decapitation blade suddenly flashed in front of him, and a giant minotaur warrior easily moved its hooves in front of Legral like an impassable wall of flesh, and the gust of wind carried by the axe shattered Legral's thoughts.

"Oops." The blindfolded mount could no longer stop its rushing hooves, and Legral just looked up at the 'Roshan' that was blocking the way, the Wood Elf scimitar in his hand had already been tightened, and the giant minotaur warrior once again raised his stout decapitation axe, "Ah, the opening of the world. ”