With the roar of shaking hearts, the earth began to shake.

On the battlefield where the yellow sand was flying and the smoke and dust were everywhere, countless iron horsemen trampled through the grass quickly, and the dull and violent sound, the high-pitched and powerful roar, drowned out all the sounds.

As agreed, the Byrne knights, banner by banner, lined up on both flanks of the infantry phalanx, silently raising their spears in their right hands,

Yellow sand was rolling on all sides, and the desolate roar was in the ears, and the front of the entire procession seemed to be surrounded by enemies, and the enemy was everywhere at a glance.

The battlefield was accompanied by smoke and an innumerable number of enemy figures.

Far away, the knights could already hear their bloodthirsty and savage roars, and in the blink of an eye, they had rushed in front of them.

Three hundred steps.

A centaur clutched the axe in his hand, and let out a hoarse war cry handed down from his ancestors, rhythmically speeding up his own speed, rushing to the front of all the centaurs.

He had heard the story of the "Golden Lion Banner on a Black Background" from his ancestors, and a long, long time ago, a leader of the "Two-Legged Men" who carried this banner drove them to the desolate land east of the Great Green Sea.

And now, he has the opportunity to kill the big leader of a "two-legged man" with his own hands!

The banner of the golden lion was in front of his eyes, and he could already see the silent figures standing under that flag, and he could already see the trembling expressions of those "two-legged people".

But... Why?

Why didn't these "two-legged people" show panicked and trembling expressions, why were they still motionless, why did the man under that banner ... Turning his head to look at himself.

In the next second, he knew why.

Two hundred steps...... Loren gripped the hilt of the "Dawn" with great strength, and the blade of the sword like a silver moon reflected a dazzling light under the clear sky, and held it high and pierced into the sky:

"Offensive ——!"

The sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, and the spear-wielding Byrne knights were no longer silent and charged at the oncoming enemy.

The earthquake trembled, and the iron riders roared——!

Without the slightest warning, the Byrne knights had already rushed into the billowing yellow sand, their spears quickly clipped under their armpits, and only the colorful swallowtail flags fluttered in midair.

In the face of the sudden attack of the enemy, the centaur who rushed to the front was obviously a little flustered, but he still did not stop, and continued to roar and charge forward.

Because he saw... I saw that the figure standing under the banner of the golden lion and holding the big sword high was rushing in the direction of his side!

He grinded his teeth in ecstasy and threw himself at the figure without hesitation.

The heavy long-handled axe was raised high, and the shiny battle axe was still stained with the blood stains it had left behind... This tomahawk was the trophy he had taken from a certain "two-legged man", and he relied on it to decapitate a dozen "two-legged men" in that battle.

As long as you touch it lightly, the fragile neck of the "two-legged man" in front of you will break off by itself, and the head will fall to the ground like naan, and be trampled into a pile of shapeless mud by yourself.

He thought so... Raising the axe in his hand, the blade of the axe was aimed at the neck of the "two-legged man", expecting to see his head fly into the sky.

But what he saw was not a head rising in the air, but a headless himself, spurting blood gushing and slumping to the ground.

"Bell ——!"

The moment the sword flashed, Loren's eyes suddenly widened, staring at the monster whose head had been cut off by himself, and a trace of difference flashed in the corner of his eye.

This is a centaur?

The tall and muscular body is almost one and a half times the size of a human, and the lower body is exactly the shape of a horse, and it is really strong.

Dressed in a cloak of coarse linen furs—if that thing could really be called a "garment"—underneath was a body covered with manes, and its complexion was all red, like a burning fire.

And the other's head, the head that fell from the sky, its eyes darkened, its cheeks trembling... The forehead is broad, the chin is protruding, the bridge of the nose is high, the eyes are round, and the mouth is full of fangs.

This is the centaur ... This is the monster that has been on the radar of the Boi and the Empire for hundreds of years.

The sword swept by, and the centaur that didn't let out the slightest scream fell in front of him, and plasma no different from a human erupted from the broken cross-section of his neck.

In the next second, his body and head turned into a puddle of mud with flesh and blood under the horse's hooves.

Salty and pungent blood sprinkled Loren's face.

Yes, they are monsters, fierce beasts, something completely different from humans;

But they will also feel pain, they will scream, they will bleed, they will be killed, and they will be no different from humans.

Raising the "Dawn" of his right hand, Loren, who was galloping on his horse, continued to rush towards the billowing smoke in front of him, and in an instant, the figure of the black-haired wizard had broken through to the forefront of the enemy, becoming the cone of the entire "charge" procession.

The cavalry at the forefront of the entire procession lined up in a neat row to his left and right like "wings", charging towards the centaurs who were about to encircle them.

That's right, it's the charge ... Not an "anti-entrapment", let alone a "counter-raid", for the proud Byrne knights, it was a "battlefield etiquette" to give the enemy within 200 paces.

And in addition to the purpose of completely annihilating the enemy and not letting go of the rout, it is to completely smash the dignity and confidence of the enemy!

The yellow sand was flying, and as far as the eye could see, five centaurs also brandished their weapons in their hands, attacking Loren from the front and on both wings.

It's not just their speed, their agility is simply unbelievable—the difficulty of stopping and turning like a human cavalry is as casual as eating and drinking for a centaur.

In the blink of an eye, they had already pounced in front of the black-haired wizard from their scattered positions, and the one on the far right had even raised his throwing spear, holding it high in the air.

"Poof——!

The next moment, before he could throw his spear, an arrow pierced his eye socket, and the wailing centaur collapsed limply, tumbling to the ground.

McAfee and Lusen, who were closely following Loren, suddenly turned their heads and glanced behind them, and under the banner two hundred paces away, the pale-faced Ain held the unlowered war bow in his left hand, and the second arrow in his right hand was already whistling.

The stunned two widened their eyes at the same time... That's 200 steps, isn't it true that a bow and arrow can only shoot 100 steps?!

In the next second, the black swept by, and only three of the four centaurs that attacked were left.

Expressionless, Loren pressed the hilt of his sword and pressed the huge blade against his shoulder, his dark eyes calmly calculating the distance between himself and the enemy, as well as the length of each other's weapons.

Five, four, three...... Chop!

"Poof——!

A blood-colored arc swept through the air, and three roaring figures rose into the air at the same time, rolling in the air and falling to the ground.

Screams rang out one after another.

With the black-haired wizard rushing in, the Byrne knights on iron horses had also poured into the centaur array from both wings—this time no longer tearing, but crushing, trampling.

The heavy hooves of the horses trampled on the bones that had fallen to the ground, trampled on the confidence of the centaurs who were still preparing to counterattack, and trampled on the pride of all the centaurs who were still struggling to meet them.

And when pride was completely crushed, the centaurs finally began to crumble.

But they were already too late.

At this time, they were too close to the Byrne Legion's array, and they were already within two hundred paces, and they wanted to rely on their speed and agility to avoid the reunion of the hoplites......

That's pure wishful thinking.

Taking a deep breath, Loren, who gradually stopped, looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, the spear-wielding Byrne knights were still strangling the centaurs who still did not give up resistance, and the scattered deserters were handed over to the rangers of Lookout Peak.

At this moment, a knight waving a battle flag suddenly appeared in his field of vision from outside the battlefield, followed by a dense crowd, and more and more cavalry poured out from behind him.

In the next second, the knight suddenly raised the battle flag, and Loren finally saw the sign on it.

Under the staggered two scimitars is a red steed with its front hooves leaping.

"In the name of Varna......

Kill all the four-hoofed people——!!!!"