"Boom ——————!!!!"

With a thunderous sound, the sudden flames suddenly rose into the air!

Just as Chakar stared in shock, the dazzling golden-red flames shattered in all directions—the centaur warriors at the front of the line were engulfed in flames, and they howled and instantly turned into charcoal.

"Fast, fast, plug the gap, they're going to... Ahhhhh——!!!!h

The abrupt cry ended with a terrible wail... Screams rang out one after another in the middle of the front, and the originally tight front instantly dispersed in a panic, breaking up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sudden, almost unforeseen explosion, turned the dozens of centaur warriors standing in the way into char in just an instant;

On the moonless starry night, the flames that suddenly rose in the darkness illuminated the entire array of centaurs, unparalleled dazzling!

The centaur warriors around Chakar fell silent, staring blankly at the glare of fire, looking at each other with only a look of astonishment in their eyes.

And just after this fire, the centaur array in front of Chakar has been completely torn apart... Suddenly, like black shadows pouring out of the flames, the Byrne knights wielding swords and spears galloped towards them.

The iron rider is like a drum, and the sound is like thunder.

In the raging fire, there is no one who can resist them!

"Banner Master, Chakar Banner Master!"

The older centaur looked at the Byrne knights who rushed out of the flames in astonishment, and hurriedly turned his gaze to Chakar behind him in horror: "We ......"

"Running ——!"

Chakar calmly shouted the word, then turned around very decisively, and ran away without looking back, leaving his guards behind.

The older centaur was so calm and composed, that he seemed to be familiar with his master's behavior, and before leaving, he did not forget to arrange for Chakar's guards to disperse the order to flee.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat——!"

Successive roars echoed across the battlefield of blood and fire.

In an instant, all the centaur warriors put away their weapons and threw down the enemy in front of them, and to the stunned gaze of all the Byrne knights, they disappeared into the night.

These centaurs were "well trained" in their retreat compared to the battle in array - an orderly retreat was a task ten times more difficult for a human army than an attack, and it was almost impossible to get an army that had been killed or even caught in the enemy line to obey orders.

But all this seems to be no problem at all for the centaur warriors... When the order to retreat came from the rear, there was no need for any "officer" to direct them;

These centaur warriors were very "conscious", and scattered in groups and groups in completely different directions, so that the rangers did not even know which direction to pursue.

Any knights who wanted to engage the enemy were left behind by them, and the robes and tribes beside them were killed by throwing spears and arrows, and they were desperately fleeing, and even their weapons and armor could be thrown away to lose weight.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds or even nearly half of the centaur army had disappeared into the night, and most of the battlefield was instantly empty, and there was a mess of weapons and corpses, almost covering the entire circle outside the camp.

The phalanx infantry, who had been fighting in battle a moment earlier, saw the enemy disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye, running faster than a wild dog that had sprinkled joy, and only stood in a daze, clutching the weapons in their hands, not knowing what to do.

By the time Bocival arrived at the front with the hussars of Lookout, the last of the centaur armies had already dispersed, and hundreds of rangers had crossed most of the battlefield almost without firing a single sword.

As soon as he looked up and looked around, he saw the figure of Count Braha, and a centaur warrior who was about to sneak up on him... Without thinking about it, he accelerated and rushed forward.

The bright saber dodged the stabbing spear, and the arm and neck of the centaur were slashed off at the moment when the tip of the spear was about to pierce the throat.

Hearing the sound behind him, Seth Braha jerked back, only to see a handful of blood mist dancing in the air, and Count Bosival rushing towards him.

"Bang ——!"

Bosival, who had come galloping, threw down his saber, and before Count Braha could wave at him, he grabbed him by the collar from his horse and lifted him to his face!

"It's not for you, you know?!, it's so that my sister won't be a widow in your house!" a bloodied Bosivar glared at him excitedly:

"Where's the duke, where's our duke?!"

"Alive, just ahead!"

Seth said anxiously: "Bosival, you have to hurry up and tell the Duke that you must not go after the centaur, otherwise you will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Seth Braha was thrown on the grass by Bosival, and with his shouts, he led the Rangers away.

Compared to the Rangers and Phalanx infantry in the back, the Byrne Knights, who followed Loren Turin in his frontal charge, were even more incredulous at what they saw.

"We... Win?"

A stunned Luson muttered in a low voice, his silver pupils confused to the extreme—it wasn't that he hadn't experienced such a tragic battle, and it wasn't that he hadn't fought head-on with an enemy that was several times or even dozens of times greater.

But this kind of battle is halfway through the battle, and the opponent suddenly runs away... It's the first time.

"Don't ask me, I'm more inexplicable than you. McAfee's face was shocked, and he kept wiping the halberd in his hand, muttering to himself:

"A second ago, I was thinking about why I ran from Broken Mountain to Boi to die, wouldn't it be the same there?

In the next second, I couldn't help but feel that it was good to be alive, and I could still be alive after dying with the knight of the oath and this duke so many times... What a little baby I am under the care of the Holy Cross!"

Loren, who was expressionless, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The beating heart, the painful back of the head, the blurred vision... For himself, who has not yet recovered from the battle of Brunhilde, such a high-intensity "Turin Fire" is already considered an overload.

If it weren't for the fact that he was on a horse, he even doubted that he would have fallen to his knees directly.

But that's not the point.

I miscalculated.

Two hundred paces away... Even if he pulled another fifty paces, Loren was absolutely sure that he had caught the leader of the centaurs, and the other party's decisive choice to flee was greatly surprising to his expectations.

Whether it is an accident or the other party is vigilant enough, there should not be a second chance for such a good opportunity.

What's more, the battle itself was not actually won at all - judging by the number of fleeing centaurs, the casualties in this battle were not even severe, and the actual number of casualties was probably similar to that of the army that was wiped out during the day.

And his own side completely exposed the approximate number of the army, the way the Byrne knights fought... In the future, the other side will definitely continue to harass their flanks and stop any opportunity for the Byrne Knights to launch a frontal group charge.

That's the biggest loss of the war... In comparison, the casualties of the army are almost negligible, and just looking at the comparison of casualties and the results of the battle, you will even mistakenly think that you have really won.

No, this is just the beginning, and the other party is just testing, weighing each other's weight.

A harder, more complicated, thrilling fight... Still to come.

Tormented by unparalleled exhaustion, Loren sighed heavily.

At this moment, Bosival, who was leading the rangers, was coming from not far behind, Loren frowned slightly, and looked at Lusen: "Tell Count Bosival to stop chasing all the rangers, gather the army and let them return to the camp to repair." ”

The gray-eyed boy nodded vigorously, and turned away without saying a word, and after a while, he hurried back again, with a strange expression:

"Lord Loren, Count Bosival said he and his men had rescued an old wizard in the centaur camp. ”

"Old wizard?"

"Yes, he calls himself Haringvan Ashmai, and he says......"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he paused before continuing, "He also said that he was the wizarding advisor of Grand Duke Laszló Varna and wanted to meet you. ”