The battle lasted for a short time!

In front of an ace cavalry composed of extraordinary knights, this group of bandit cavalry rushing wildly was almost crushed at the touch of a button.

It then turned into a living slaughterhouse, and the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry had no mercy, and in their cold and merciless eyes, there was only disregard for life.

The faint smell of blood wafted away, and Mordrian's face was as usual as he looked at the battlefield not far away, the scene of blood and white bones made the life energy in his body slightly restless.

The previous battle in the Aaron Hills made Modrian vaguely aware of the special aspects of the Scarlet Breathing Method he practiced, which seemed to make the people in the battle more excited and crazy.

But he didn't refuse the change, because he found that he loved killing in an inexplicable state.

Thundered!

The sound of dense footsteps mixed with the galloping sound of war horses shook the earth, and Modrian looked back, and on the mountain road behind him, a team of nearly 100 people was rapidly approaching.

"Oh, is the sweeping city guard coming?"

The group was dressed in silver-gray armor that symbolized the city guards of Edalas, a hundred-man squad of infantry and cavalry, and by visual inspection, the infantry accounted for the majority, armed with sharp spears of about two meters, while the cavalry was small, about 30 people, and the weapons and armor were not bad, at least much better than the bandit cavalry just now.

It's just that they look like they're in a hurry?

Modrian looked at the group of city guards slightly, because they were in a hurry, they couldn't even maintain their formation, and the distance between the cavalry and infantry was enough to be torn apart by the enemy.

"Do you want to form an encirclement with the bandit cavalry?"

"In this case, it seems that there are many forces in the city of Edalas who are interested in me, and even cooperate?"

"Huh!" Modrian smiled coldly, when he had just left the city of Edaras, he organized a team to ambush him, and he couldn't think of anyone else except the forces in the city of Edalas.

I just don't know whose force the bandit cavalry that has been slaughtered in front of me belongs?

"Ready to keep fighting!" Modrian turned to Gregory and said. "Wait, listen to my orders, I don't want anyone to expose the strength of our cavalry."

"Yes, Lord Modrian." Gregory said in a respectful voice.

"What about me?" Poppy on his side looked urgent, his hands gripping Oren's hammer as if he wanted to charge.

"You? Wait, just don't scare the poor people on the other side. Modrian smiled slightly.

It's a bit whimsical to want to keep them just a hundred, perhaps because the impression of the cavalry under his command is still stuck in the Aaron Hills.

Coupled with the suppression of numbers, those forces took it for granted that they could keep him here.

The cavalry of the city guard in the distance finally approached, but after seeing the bloody battlefield that had just ended, the faces of those bright cavalry were a little ugly.

Especially the knight at the head, the helmet's eyes were firmly fixed on Modrian, unable to control the surge of life energy, as if he was oppressing, as if he was deterring.

After waiting for the follow-up infantry to arrive, Modrianze stepped forward, with a vigilant look on his white face, and asked, "Who are you?" Which team do you belong to? ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Modrian, but we are the city guards under Baron Benny, and we didn't mean to follow you." The knight at the head said reluctantly apologetically.

"Not long ago, we received word that someone was going to attack you outside of Edalas, so Baron Benny sent us to help."

"Support?" Out of the corner of Mordrian's eye, he saw the scattered city guards around him, and this posture didn't seem like they were coming to support, but they wanted to participate in the ambush of them.

And, when he left the city of Edalas, Baron Benny had no instructions.

It seems that Uncle Benny is still in a neutral position. Modrian thought undeniably.

"Thank you!"

Modrian let down his guard, smiled gratefully, and continued: "But you make one more trip, and the attacking bandits have been dealt with. ”

"It's okay, as long as Master Modrian is not injured, otherwise we will be reprimanded by Baron Benny when we go back." The knight at the head slowly approached and said, his hands inadvertently touching the long sword at his waist, and his calm face was full of smiles.

Oh, clumsy acting!

It's a pity that you didn't see the scene of the slaughter just now, otherwise you should have changed your strategy when you approached, instead of surrounding it so recklessly.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, those bandit cavalry just asked me to say hello to you, hoping to have someone to accompany you on the road to hell!" Modrian said suddenly, seeing the stunned expression of the leading knight, he suddenly waved his hand and roared loudly.

"Attack!"

With the gray spear in his hand, Modrian clamped the horse's belly and stepped off the horse, charging forward, the purple cloak of the bird of prey floating in the air.

In his gaze, there was only the knight led by the opposite side, scarlet life energy surging, dyed red and gray spears, some demonic, some bloody.

But he didn't want a golden figure on his side to rush out quickly, and the huge war hammer was very eye-catching.

After crossing Modrian, Poppy's left hand swept around his waist and threw a mini golden shield directly, smashing the head of the knight.

The gushing blood renders the spilled afternoon sun!

If you ignore the frightened eyes of the cavalry around you, and the trembling body, everything looks so beautiful!

Da-da-da-da!

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, and the Tryfari legionnaires and Noxian blood-colored cavalry were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and every time they danced their spears, they took a life.

The bright blood stained the green meadows of spring again, and compared to the previous bandit cavalry, the city guards of Edalas City would still resist a little.

But in the face of a gap in strength like a chasm, it is useless to resist.

After slaughtering the cavalry of the city guards, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry began to hunt down the infantry that had broken out of fear.

In general, only fairly elite infantry would have the possibility of being selected as cavalry.

And now, the cavalry has been slaughtered, so it is not difficult to explain the rout of the remaining infantry.

It's just that for Modrian, it was a rather 'easy' fight, so 'easy' that he didn't even have a chance to touch the enemy's body.

"Bobby!" Modrian looked helplessly at Poppy beside him, wanting to say something, but when he saw that lovely blue face, he didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong, Lord Modrian." Poppy feigned an innocent expression and responded softly.

I don't know, I don't know, I won't admit it if you ask, a set of denial triple expressions, Modrian can only sigh silently.

He can also say, Bobby, can you kill slower and leave me some soup.

He can't say such words, as a future lord, doesn't he want to lose face in front of these subordinates?