Before stepping into the land of Boi, Loren had always had a question in his mind, and that was the centaur......

What does it look like?

But this problem soon became less of a problem.

Under the black and gold lions, everyone tensed their strings, Eckert clutched the hilt of his sword at his side, Guy Angher gritted his teeth, and Bosival, the pretending relaxed Lord of Hope, kept touching the scimitar in his saddle.

Lusen and McAfee, with different looks, stood on either side of the black-haired wizard, their faces bloodless, and the little wizard who bit his lower lip held the bowstring with his right hand and hid behind the three of them.

Billowing smoke swept from the horizon, and the tremors of the earth became more pronounced, and even the horses began to neigh uneasily.

The strong grass swept by the wind was trampled by countless iron horses in the next second, and the desolate eagle roar pierced the sky, dividing the grassland into two and turning it into a battlefield.

On one side is a rock-solid array, and on the other side is a huge wave of smoke and dust.

That's right, it's the Great Wave.

The faint sound of the waves swept from the end of the horizon, and the continuous sound beat against the earth beneath our feet, and countless shadows were wrapped in billowing smoke and dust, filling the junction between the sky and the earth black.

The tremor of the earth is getting more and more pronounced, louder and louder, stronger and faster!

It was not only the heartbeat that trembled violently, but even the blood began to tremble, and all the internal organs were shaking!

Roars and howls mingled with the wind, and the screams from the Deep Throat were low and powerful, like hammers striking an anvil.

In the array, Byrne's knights still did not move, the knights with shields and spears did not say a word, and the heavily armored phalanx in the rear continued to line up unhurriedly in the fierce wind, dead and silent like a ghost.

Count Eckert, who was standing with his sword in his hand, still did not move, but Count Bosival touched the hilt of his sword more and more often, and kept glancing at Eckert and Loren, and his nervous eyes seemed to not stop for a moment.

Forced to be calm, Loren looked straight ahead without squinting, and his cautious heart kept counting the number of enemies.

A thousand, or two thousand, or more?

The battlefield is too wide, and the use of "Mental Horizon" here is of no use other than to distract oneself;

This wasn't the first time he had experienced a battlefield of this magnitude - in the Ancient Wood Forest, in the Valley of Bloodbones, in the Glacial Wasteland... Panic and fear could no longer disturb him.

But this time is different.

He is no longer the leader of a mere hundred, no longer the escort of His Royal Highness the Prince in the army, no longer an adventurer who wants to desperately flee in front of thousands of armies to find a glimmer of life;

He is the Duke of Byrne, the supreme commander of the knightly legion behind him, and the spiritual pillar of all of them.

His judgment is not about his own life or the lives of his friends, but the life and death of thousands of people, and will determine whether these people, who either trust him or hesitate, can leave this boundless green sea alive.

The tremors continued, and there was no stopping.

Countless figures roared and rushed towards the front of the queue.

"Bosival. Ackert stabbed his gaze at the Earl of Warlord Peak, and his voice was as deep as thunder:

"Tear them up!"

Count Bosival, who was suddenly "named", trembled as if he had just woken up, and his throat twitched vigorously, and the corners of his eyes shone out.

"Bell ——!"

The snowy scimitar was raised above his head, and the grinning Bosival showed his white eyes excitedly, licked the corners of his mouth and shouted:

"In the name of Byrne, in the name of Turin......

Shredding them ——!!!!"

In the hoarse roar, countless horses' hooves struck the earth, and the knights of the three flags in the front row stabbed their flag guns into the sky at the same time.

The next moment, they moved.

The roars and roars echoed in the sky, and the cavalrymen wielding Sensen's silver spears poured out from the black and golden lion banners, lined up and pounced on the oncoming waves.

The earthquake trembled and thundered——!

On the battlefield, two thick clouds of smoke collided head-on, and neither side had any intention of stopping, so they rushed straight towards the opposite side.

"I said... And they just rushed over?"

McAfee was dumbfounded, lowered his voice and said to himself, "The centaur mongrels on the other side, how can there be a thousand? Just rushed up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lusen on his side turn his head and look at him with a very complicated gaze.

"You... I guess I haven't seen how the Byrne Knight fought, right?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you probably haven't heard of this sentence either......" The gray-eyed boy with a frown turned his gaze straight ahead and nervously clenched his back molars:

"Within two hundred steps, even the 'Black City Wall' would not dare to touch the edge of Byrne's spear!"

Two hundred steps, in the blink of an eye!

In the next second, the Byrne knights lined up in a full row had already rushed into the enemy's array.

Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit.

At that moment, he saw the knights lay their spears flat, clipped them under their armpits, and then roared angrily at the black shadow in front of them and rushed straight in;

He saw a whole row of dark shadows, falling "neatly" in front of the tip of the spear, trampled by countless horses' hooves;

He saw Count Bocival, who was wielding his saber, laughing loudly, and the saber raised above his head kept swinging from side to side, slashing straight at the oncoming enemy.

One by one, the huge figures rushed wildly, as if they had taken the initiative to send their heads and necks to Bosival's knife for him to slash.

There was no howl, no wailing, and in the rushing smoke and dust, the Byrne knights in a row burst into it from the front as if no one was in a no-man's land, and the figures in front of them fell one by one, one by one.

The horse's hooves trampled the earth, and the corpses were everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed down the ground.

The monstrous waves, which had just been unstoppable, were torn apart in an instant, and the earth-shattering roar and roar could not stop the collapsing array and the situation that had been completely reversed.

Hundreds or even thousands of arrays were beaten and scattered on the spot by more than a hundred knights, and there was no strength to fight back.

McAfee's eyes widened as even Lusen, who had just been explaining to him, was filled with an expression of disbelief written in his gray pupils.

However, Count Eckert's expression did not change, and Count Angette on the side even took a sip, as if he was very dissatisfied with the performance of the "little young man" of Bosival.

Loren looked at the scene in front of him calmly and looked at him coldly.

This is the wrist of the knight's country.

This is what the empire feared and tried to divide it up as much as it could, but in the end it had to compromise with it... Byrne's strength.

A hundred knights can charge at an enemy several times their size, or even crush them, and when that number is multiplied by ten or even hundreds, when thousands, or even tens of thousands, of heavily armored knights appear on the plains......

That's the torrent, the torrent that destroys everything, the torrent that shatters everything.

In the midst of the confusion, the roaring figures scattered under the spears, but quickly began to assemble on both flanks, and the charging knights were distracted like waves split from the center, and no longer met their edge.

The charging knights were equally unentangled and had no intention of seizing their forces in pursuit, but simply pushed as far as they could, turning all the enemies who did not have time to flee into sacrifices under their spears.

Like Bosival said... Tear them up.

The billowing smoke that had been divided into two wings quickly spread out of the array, bypassing the front, and swooping down from the left and right in the direction where Loren was in a looser formation.

The fluttering black and gold lion flag is their goal.

The infantry phalanx was still in unhurried formation, and the cavalry in the back row had slowly stepped forward and begun to move towards the front of the line, and the rangers scattered on both flanks had also stopped, waiting for orders.

Count Eckert turned his head and looked at the black-haired wizard with a calm gaze:

"The Duke'......"

Loren, who couldn't take his eyes off it, bowed slightly, he believed in the judgment of the person in front of him, grabbed the handle of the gun, and raised the gold lion flag on a black background with one hand:

"Offensive ——!"