A touch of black, a touch of silver, bombarded wildly in the night, and the surging life energy overflowed around Wasman and Barrett, faintly, turning into two blazing suns, shining on this increasingly bloody battlefield.

Sonorous!

Turbulent energy fluctuations swept across the plains, bringing up fine pieces of grass and dirt, and after colliding with each other again, Wassman and Barrett each retreated, skillfully controlling the straddle of their horses, their eyes like iron, locking on each other's figures.

In a short period of time, the two probably figured out each other's strength, although they both entered the realm of big knights, but their strength was also high and low.

"It's the Great Knight again!"

Barrett thought silently, his hands clenching the silver riding spear trembled slightly, how much hidden strength does Modrian have? Or has the support of the Perris family arrived?

Even, after the battle just now, he was inexplicably worried about whether this aristocratic alliance would be able to achieve the expected victory.

Compared to Barrett's heavy expression, Wasman's eyes were full of bloody madness, and he sensed that the mentality of his opponent was far from the mentality of a warrior.

Cowards, how dare you stop the attack of the Noxian Empire!

Wasman raised his heavy rifle and charged again, the vibration energy that permeated his body enveloped the weapon and armor, making it look like a cold killing machine.

The killing continues!

Fight to the death!

The confrontation between the two great knights left the center of this battlefield in a vacuum, and no one dared to step into it, even other extraordinary professionals were also shocked by the power here.

What's more, the transcendent professionals who belonged to the Barrett Hussars had long been eyed by the Trefalli legionnaires as the most elite, respected, and battle-hardened military force in the Noxian Empire.

In several successive charges, they completely tore out bloody paths, broken flesh wrapped in miserable white bones covering the road, and raging blood stained the armor red.

Killing and slaughtering, no one can be more professional than them!

Perhaps because of this, the extraordinary pros of Barrett's hussars had to give up killing the Noxian Imperial cavalry, as they were far less efficient than the Trevary legionnaires.

The most important thing is that those fierce Noxian Imperial cavalry will never give up the battle until they die, and even more, they want to kill them in a life-and-death counterattack.

The true meaning of fighting for Noxus is to give your blood and life, and the Noxian Imperial cavalry took this to the extreme.

Then, when these paraprofessional professionals of Barrett Hussar shifted their target, they found that they had been targeted by the Trefalli legionmen, and the battle of the transcendents broke out in an instant.

The three elements of the Noxian Empire, force, cunning, and cunning.

The Trifali Legion, on the other hand, represents the strength of the Noxian Empire, and their footsteps in following Darius have never changed, just like the three dents in their armor, representing not only themselves, but also the Noxian Empire.

At this moment, the fangs of the Trefalli legionnaires were bared, and almost at the moment of contact in battle, the blood-stained blades sliced through the silver armor, taking the lives of several transcendent professionals.

A look of horror appeared on Barrett's hussar centurion's face, and not only them, but the other transcendent professionals who surrounded him also stopped moving forward.

As transcendents, they have broken away from the civic class and begun to slowly advance towards the aristocratic class, and no one wants to leave their lives in this battlefield, at least not until they see no profit.

It's a pity that this is a battlefield, not a place where they will stop if they don't want to fight.

The Trefalis Legionnaires, the most elite and powerful soldiers of the Noxian Empire, are at this moment the fearless bravery and iron-blooded slaughter they deserve.

The horse's hooves sounded, and the charge resumed.

The barren plain gathered a pool of crimson blood at the feet of the Trefalis legionnaires, and the horses' hooves trampled over it, splattering blood as a symbol of glory.

This battle of the transcendental pros was one-sided at the beginning, and even though the Barrett light cavalry had the advantage in numbers, everything was in vain in the face of absolute strength.

With a throat and blades as sharp as sharks, the Tryfali legionnaires cut through Barrett's encirclement formation like arrows.

In the faint moonlight, the shadow of death was mixed with sticky blood, with a little hideous.

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

In the central battlefield of the plains, Baron Barrett paid attention to the situation on the battlefield around him, and when the advantage of numerical suppression was gone, his heart sank slightly.

Visible to the naked eye, Barrett's light cavalry began to fall into decline, the silver figure was slowly being swallowed by the black armor, a cold corpse fell into a pool of blood, and the wailing of the war horse sounded from time to time.

Most importantly, the Extraordinary Pros he had high hopes for didn't completely overwhelm his opponents as much as he had hoped.

Even, the group of heavily armored figures with a brutal aesthetic completed the slaughter from the moment the battle began, and the once proud and complacent transcendent was almost completely unable to hold on.

The scales of victory began to tilt, and the last straw that broke the camel appeared.

Baron Barrett had sensed that the tight strings in Barrett's young cavalry's mind were beginning to fail, and the accumulated fear was waiting for the right opportunity to form a wave of embankment.

"Hey, who allowed you to be distracted from other things during the fight?"

The cold voice suddenly exploded in his ears, Barrett's face changed suddenly, and he subconsciously waved the riding gun in his hand, and the afterglow of his eyes was firmly locked on the black heavy cavalry spear that burst into the night.

Bang!

The silver and red life energy collided violently, forming a strange landscape, red high above, oppressing the twisted silver.

Eventually, Wasman's scarlet life energy gained the upper hand, and the black heavy lance slammed into Barrett's silver armor.

Sting!

A little spark bloomed, and Wasman's heavy lance didn't pierce the silver armor, leaving only a tiny crack.

Even so, Barrett, as if he had been hit hard, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the raging blood stained the armor red.

And the war horse he stepped on could not withstand the majestic force of the great knight, his limbs were broken, and after a wail, he fell on the plain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Baron Barrett rolled around, and before he had time to get the riding gun not far in front of him, his body exploded and retreated, trying to escape from Wasman's lock.

But Wassman did not intend to spare the enemy commander, and in a battle, the highest glory was the commander's head.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The silver short javelin crossed the distance of space and appeared in front of Wasman in an instant, and as a last resort, his wrist moved slightly, and the black heavy cavalry spear danced, intercepting these silver short javelins.

When Vorsman looked at the enemy commander again, he was firmly guarded by several silver knights, looking at him from afar with eyes full of fear.

"The battle is over, and the victory belongs to Noxus!"

Watsman lifted his black visor and a smile appeared on his resolute face, since the enemy's commander had fled the danger, then leave him alone, now is the time to expand the results of the battle and destroy the living force.

Looking around, the silver hussars fled, and Wasman raised his black heavy cavalry gun and let out a roar that resounded through the night.

"Noxus, kill!"

Immediately, the remaining Noxian Imperial cavalry, including the Trefari legionnaires, once again burst into high spirits, fearlessly charging at the Barrett light cavalry who had fled.

Brutal killings unfold along rugged trade routes, and silver corpses cover the chase.

Everywhere you can see the white bones of the forest mixed with the crimson flesh, the broken weapons stuck upside down in the barren plains, and the wailing and painful sounds of the war horses awaken the silent night.