With the roar of the trembling valley, the "white waves" fluttering in the battle flag were chopping through the waves in the sea of hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses.

In fact, the reason why the Valley of Bloodbones has become the place chosen by generations of Supreme Emperors for a decisive battle against the invading monster army is because although this place can deploy a large army, it has narrow wings, and the central slope is also not flat.

To put it more simply, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and no amount of troops can only pass quickly through the gentle slope that is not wide, and if you want to climb up other places, even if there are no defenders, you will have to pay a huge price.

And right now, whether it is the army of monsters frantically pouring into the highlands, or the cavalry rushing straight down, they are all bearing the "consequences" of making such a decision.

Rushing wildly, the rotting demons who climbed the high ground were like a constant flood, and almost every time they climbed a gentle slope, they had to pay the price of hundreds of rotting demons being shattered, falling off cliffs, or being trampled to pieces by the rotting demons behind them.

In fact, in the entire slope of the Valley of Bloodbones, wherever the army of monsters passed, except for the corpses of rotting corpses and soldiers killed in battle, there were no more ups and downs.

Tens of thousands of corpses... Tens of thousands of bones and debris—even those of monsters and rotting corpses—piled up into mountains, turned into gravel, dust, and filled the ravines.

That's right, almost all the places that have been trampled by the army of monsters have been filled with the corpses of rotting corpses!

The knights who charged from the heights were bearing the same price - when the thunderous hooves of the horses stepped over the unstable snow, the collapse was almost certain.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and then countless snowflakes suddenly exploded next to a flag officer who was holding a battle flag high, and the figure galloping on a horse was instantly "wiped out" by the splashing snow from the sight of the cavalry behind.

Without even the slightest warning, without even a reaction to screaming for help, a well-armed Byrne knight disappeared from this snowy land.

"Boom!"

Terrified screams came from the rear of the cavalry ranks—a dozen Boi hussars fell one after another into the collapsing snow on the collapsed slopes, their flesh and blood blurred.

In the minutes from the time they rushed down the hill, the cavalry continued to fall behind, screaming one after another, and most of them did not even have a shadow of the corpses, they were buried deep in the snow.

Some fell into the pit, some were dragged alive from their mounts by the rotting corpses on both sides, and some of their horses stumbled and fell all the way from the high ground until they were swallowed up by the "ocean" of rotting corpses......

In just a few minutes, the cavalry paid even more casualties than in the previous fierce battle!

And such tragic casualties show signs of continuing to expand!

"Don't panic, don't turn back——!"

The loud cry of the Count of Ramalos rang out in the roar of the Iron Horseman, and no one knew how he did it: "Follow and look ahead!"

"You are Byrne, you are Boi! Your ancestors have seen the heroic appearance of the Black Duke in battle, and many of you have also witnessed the battle of our Duke in the Great Green Sea! If you want to be a hero and don't want to become a laughing stock, follow up with our Duke!"

"Long live the Duke of Loren Turin——!"

"Long live the Duke of Loren Turin——————!!!!"

The frightened Byrne knights shouted the loud and coherent cry again, mustered up courage, and continued to accelerate their charge down the hillside.

Staring at the white torrent that rushed down the hillside, the Eagle King's expression did not rise or fall except for stiff indifference.

Although he sneered at the other party's actions as a "battle of trapped beasts", his instinctive vigilance caused him to slow down the speed of the carrion demon's charge, and gradually began to retract and retreat backwards.

He didn't expect these "toys" to do anything but obey simple orders, and really killed as many of the duke's cavalry, he just had to let this group of scum stop the horses in their tracks.

Even if it's a wall made out of the debris of their corpses, block it!

The corners of the Eagle King's eyebrows trembled slightly.

Even if he refused to admit it, he knew that he was nervous and afraid.

When fighting against the terrifying void, when crossing the sea of mist covered with icebergs, when rushing alone to the ruins of the Dragon King City to confront the four evil gods, I was never nervous... There will be a tense heartstrings.

Especially when the other party's actions really hit their own lifeline.

It was not easy, if not very difficult, to manipulate an army of hundreds of thousands of rotting demons - at least for the Eagle King, after controlling such an army, he really didn't have much left to defend himself.

Loren Torino, does he know this?

Maybe... But even if you know what to do, kill through hundreds of thousands of rotting corpse demons, rush down to the high ground where almost a stumble can kill Huangquan, and kill the powerful mastermind behind it... It sounds beautiful and dramatic, but this suicidal act shouldn't belong to anyone who is smart enough!

Loren Torino is smart enough to know that he lost this one and can't turn the tables around;

But this guy is crazy enough, he refuses to give up even though he has been defeated, and he is still desperately looking for a chance to win himself with this suicidal behavior, and he doesn't care about letting himself die with all the samurai who are loyal to him!

"Boom ——————!!!!"

Under the dim sky, looking at the "flowers" that continued to bloom on the hillside, and the "rotting corpse demon frenzy" that was torn to pieces by the flames again and again, the Eagle King's expression seemed to be a little paler.

It was in such a "self-defeating" act that he maintained a calm judgment and let the infantry retreat while covering the "suicidal charge" of the cavalry with non-stop projectile weapons - this is not something that a madman who intends to die together can think of.

A madman who can be desperate, but calm and cautious......

A commander who had blocked an army of hundreds of thousands of monsters for an entire day, and even beheaded an evil god apostle with his own hands......

A tenacious will to defeat in the face of overwhelming forces, but still continue to look for opportunities for victory......

The Eagle King, who lost his smile, finally stopped being calm.

Could it be... Can he really let him kill countless carrion demons and stand in front of him and look down on himself?!

For that Duke of Byrne, the Eagle King did not have the slightest fear, but if he really let him kill in front of him, it would be equivalent to losing the battle with absolute superiority.

The dignified Eagle King, an army of hundreds of thousands of monsters, lost to an imperial duke and his army of less than 10,000 men......

How can this be?!

..............................

"We can ——!"

As if preaching something, the Count of Rammaros, galloping on horseback, shouted to the knights behind him: "Don't forget, you are proud Byrne and Boe, you are warriors on horseback!"

"Rush, rush through this group of deserving deserving deportations, follow our duke, and send them back to where they belong——!"

Amid the roar of the Iron Cavalry and the echo of the continuous explosions, the shouts of Ranmaros, Earl of Lake City, were like a banner, leading the "Cavalry Wall Array" that had almost collapsed again and again to maintain formation, and follow Loren deadly.

His loud and powerful cry made all the cavalry seem to see the second Count of Lookout Peak, Bosival, galloping across the great green sea.

They even forgot that this Earl of Lakeland was once a "noble son" that Byrne could count, and a well-known public lover in the Thirteen Territories.

"Bell ——!"

A heavy sword that poked out stopped the rotting demon that stretched out to Lanmaros's back, and the monster that screamed like ice cracking was directly smashed to pieces by the heavy sword in the next moment.

"You madman, can't you wait to die?!"

Clenched his teeth, the embarrassed Earl of White Horse Peak, Regrell, scolded: "It's not like you to look for death, don't tell me you want to be the second Bosival!"

"Poofhahahaha...... That's not bad!"

Lanmaros, who couldn't stop laughing, turned around instantly, and the narrow riding spear turned into a hideous poisonous snake in his hand, igniting one monster after another without stopping:

"Galloping and falling to the sword of an enemy stronger than myself—I hated that centaur back then, and now I envy that bastard Bosival. ”

"That's how a knight lives, haha!"

With a low roar, Regrell turned his head sharply and swung his sword at the enemy coming from both sides, he was really annoyed by this madman with a changed temperament, even more annoying than a little hypocritical in his past.

Bosival, Rammaros... It's all a bunch of crazy people!

Thinking hatefully, Rigrel couldn't help but turn his gaze to the figure rushing to the front, the figure that almost never stopped, and was always rushing forward.

The cavalry on both flanks continued to charge faster, trying to keep up with the Duke's speed, but almost all the knights who tried to get close were eventually overwhelmed by the carrion demons who frantically pounced on them.

Despite this, the Byrne knights rushed forward one by one, without hesitation, and in their eyes, the figure that rushed to the front, holding the "Dawn" greatsword, had become the embodiment of "Byrne" like another person who had done so.

"Maybe we should convince the Duke to slow down and join us!" Rigrel shouted with all his might, enduring the pain in his arm, "If we don't wait to rush down the valley like this, I'm afraid the knights will be wiped out!"

"No, that's all, keep it that way. Ranmaros, who was still laughing heartlessly just now, suddenly looked at him seriously and said in a deep voice: "Only in this way can we rush out alive, instead of dying here!"

"Hmm, what are you talking nonsense?!"

Count Rigrel was stunned.

"I'm telling you, the only way to win is to follow the Duke's orders!"

A frosty Ranmaros swung his spear, and the oncoming enemies were torn in two in front of the sweeping spear tip:

"You would never have imagined that without the Duke being under the most pressure in front of us... I haven't even left the scum that has been eaten by these swarming monsters for a long time!"

"To be honest, I don't really understand what the Duke thinks. Lan Marlos looked at his friend Earl of White Horse Peak seriously:

"But Rigrel, tell me, is there a second way for us to obey the Duke's orders?"

The words fell, and Lanmaros, who no longer looked at Rigrel's inexplicable face, waved his spear behind him again, and continued to lead the knights to rush forward, closely following Loren's figure.

........................

With a backhand "Force Impact", he defeated a group of black-haired wizards who pounced on him, constantly calculating the distance between himself and the Azorean Elf Eagle King.

The other party seemed to have begun to sense that something was wrong, and began to order the rotting corpses who poured into the high ground to surround him and the cavalry behind him, but ......

If you try your best to strangle from the beginning, Loren may not really have the slightest solution, after all, the disparity in strength between the two sides is there.

But! Now! It's too late!

Your unbelievably large army of monsters betrays the fact that you can't command an army that is bigger than the time of Brandon I the Sage, and you can't make them exactly what you want.

In fact, judging by the performance of previous battles, the most you can do is make them perform simple commands like "forward", "backward" and "stop".

Of course, even so, it was terrifying enough—if it was placed on the plain, even the Byrne Knights would be wiped out;

But... This is the Valley of Blood, where your army is impossible to deploy, and at best there are less than a tenth of the units that can be put into battle;

Less than one-thirtieth faced the Byrne Knights head-on;

Three thousand knights, eight thousand cavalry, the one who really wants to fight head-on... There are only 10,000 corpse demons who can even be knocked to the ground by the militia.

So, your seemingly mighty army of monsters might be able to kill all the Byrne Knights, but you want to stop them... Wish for the moon;

So, if you expose this weakness, you are doomed.

So, the one who won this round was me!

"Turin... Fire ——!!!!"

"Boom ——————!!!!"

When a beam of golden-red fire rushed into the sky at a close distance from him, the Eagle King's eyes instinctively widened, and he couldn't help but see the shadow clearly.

Then he saw it, and saw the figure who was alone, wielding a flaming sword, cleaving waves in his army of rotting corpses, and was rushing straight towards him.

They were followed by thousands of cavalry armies that trampled on the rotting corpses and demons that stood in their way and turned them into dust.

He... Loren Turin... It really did......

Vertically chiseled through the army of tens of thousands of monsters, fought straight from the top of the mountain, and rushed in front of him, this ......

How is this possible?!

"Bell ——!"

Like a long sword of moonlight, it unsheathed and stopped the flaming greatsword that slashed down, and the roar of the blade was like thunder.

And even louder than the collision of blades was Loren's "hearty" greeting:

"I finally see you, Eagle King of the Azorean elves——!"