"Get out of here!"

As a member of the Assassin Killers, he possessed a natural sensitivity to mortal danger, and it was because of this talent that he was able to survive in the notorious assassin organization, and even become a party leader.

Just now, when the Trefali Legionnaires and the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry burst out of their extraordinary strength at the same time, Gasker felt the fear of death spread deep in his soul.

This is his strongest sense of danger since his debut!

Who is it?

In the dark shadows, Gaskell half-squinted, his hidden vision piercing through the dense cold rain, observing the two sides that were about to fight, hoping to gather some useful information before leaving.

Wait a minute!

Gaskel's face suddenly changed, as if death had descended, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he looked up into the distance, where a terrifying powerhouse was rapidly approaching.

At the same time, he was also in the knight array of Fort Digva, and sensed a looming momentum that seemed to want to lock his position.

Burst!

The red blood stained the red rain curtain, and Gaskell had no intention of snooping, so he released the secret method without hesitation, and his body turned into a shadow and disappeared in place, and a trembling voice came from afar.

"Withdraw!"

After the order was given, the rest of the surrounding assassin members also left the place by their own means, and one by one, they seemed to be frightened sheep, and frantically evacuated from this area of the warring battlefield.

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

What is the difference between elite cavalry and ace cavalry?

The reason is that when they are already charging, they will deal with emergencies in different ways, and the ace cavalry will still maintain the momentum of the charge, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of them, facing hell.

The elite cavalry, on the other hand, will look for the banner of the array and wait for his orders.

This is the case with the current wolf thief red scorpion, when the cavalry they faced burst out with rich life energy, they immediately looked at the front of the array.

The leader of the wolf thieves and red scorpions: the Campbell brothers.

At this time, Walker Campbell's face was solemn, the red cavalry gun in his hand was glowing with a little coldness, and a condensed life energy was wrapped in the tip of the gun.

He felt the change in the momentum of the team behind him, it was the fear of facing the transcendent knights, but there was no room for regret.

The momentum of the charge has risen, how can it be stopped?

"Red Scorpion!"

"Fight!"

A hoarse roar sounded, trying to wake up the wolf thief Red Scorpion's killing, but in the next moment, the fear of death flooded in Walker's heart.

A short blue figure was reflected in the bloodshot eyes, its hands holding the massive two-man warhammer in its hands, charging directly at him.

The crimson life energy exploded, and Walker Campbell danced the red cavalry gun to make a white mark, as if piercing the void, and appeared in front of Poppy in an instant.

"It's all over here!"

[Heroic Charge]!

The golden light shone like the sun over the battlefield, and Poppy's purple eyes bloomed with earth-shattering murderous intent.

Oren's hammer swung and slammed into Walker Campbell with an indomitable momentum.

Both the red cavalry spear and the dwarven armor were shattered under this hammer.

The gushing blood mixed with the rain infected the air, and Walker Campbell was hit like a baseball by Oren's hammer, smashing into the wolf thief red scorpion array behind him.

"Kill!"

[Holy Hammer Slamming]!

Poppy turned and swung Oren's hammer and smashed it at Morton Campbell, the other leader of the Red Scorpion.

It's a pity that this Morton Campbell is obviously not as capable as his brother, and under the suppression of the terrifying momentum, he can only watch Oren's hammer crash down even if he is allowed to burst out of the life energy in his body.

Rumble!

Along with the war horse, this venerious transcendent knight was directly smashed into a blurred meat sauce, flesh and white bones mixed together, and solidified on the ground.

Then, a wave of golden energy surged around Moreton Campbell's corpse like a fountain, devouring the other wolf thieves.

The commotion rang out.

In a short period of time, the two wolf thieves and red scorpions were killed and injured one after another, which made the wolf thieves who faced the Noxian soldiers plummet, and the fear of death and the desire for survival began to occupy their hearts.

This was fatal for cavalry, especially against Noxian soldiers who showed no mercy.

The collision that came as scheduled, like two speeding cars, crashed into the dense spring rain, and the sound of wails and horses' hooves played the prelude to the war.

Scarlet life energy flowed through Modrian's body, and the sharp gray blade easily pierced through the wolf thieves' bodies, hanging like a sugar gourd on the body of the gray spear.

The blood trough on the handle of the gun had long been stained red with viscous blood, flowing and infecting the straddle warhorse.

But the restlessness of emotions affected Modrian's nerves, and he fearlessly charged, and the lives of the guns turned into cold corpses.

Even the raptor cloak scattered behind him was stained with a little blood, but it gave the purple a different look.

As soon as the resistance from the battlefield was gone, Modrian's figure moved slightly, and then he controlled the horse that stepped down and looked back.

He had already made his way through the array of wolf thieves and red scorpions, leaving a path made of blood and bones.

"Whew!" Modrian exhaled lightly, his cold eyes under his visor staring at the crumbling wolf thief Red Scorpion, many of whom began to break out of formation, frantically trying to escape from this slaughterhouse.

There was no way to fight back, and there was no light of sight in the light of victory, coupled with the death of Moreton Campbell, and the disappearance of Walker Campbell.

These creatures who crisscrossed the northern kingdom have lost their former fanaticism and become the enemies they once mocked.

"It's over!" Modrian looked at the dim sky under the rain, where a dark cavalry figure was rapidly picking up.

Familiar looks, familiar breaths, familiar Noxian armor.

They formed a semi-circular encirclement, encompassing all the escape routes of the wolf thieves, and then, turning into another slaughter.

"Lord Modrian, the peep is gone." Poppy came back from afar, a hint of depression on her blue face, she was about to lock on to the enemy's aura, but suddenly lost it.

"Disappear, disappear, and be a warning to those forces who want to hit my attention." Modrian lifted his visor and smiled nonchalantly.

The peep can just expose part of his strength, so that some imps don't come to find him trouble.

A cavalry team composed entirely of extraordinary knights, although the number is small, but many forces should also call themselves catties.

Edalas City!

Modrian looked to the west, he had experienced many battles on the way home, but he didn't know how many forces were secretly attacking him.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll 'repay' you when I get rid of the trouble."