Kerr's white cloak had turned red, and he controlled his horse to follow behind the large group of gnolls in front of him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Around him, a mixed front of nearly two hundred new and old soldiers was driving these gnolls away.

"Die! Filthy brute! Kerr pulled the reins in his left hand and leaned to the right, leaning down and slashing a fleeing gnolll to the ground on his right with the speed of his horse, blood spurting on his body and the armor of his horse.

The cavalry around them were doing just that.

The fleeing gnolls routed, they had run to the limit, and began to unconsciously slow down their pace, and they were greeted by the one-handed swords stained with red blood slashed by the human cavalry behind them.

Soon one after another the gnolls fell to the ground exhausted, and they were greeted by the hideous faces of the recruits stained with blood.

The dying wails of these gnolls irritated the gnolls who were about to stop, and they squeezed out the last of their strength and ran into the distance.

The cavalry continued to follow unhurriedly.

These gnolls have been running for kilometers, and their physical strength has reached its limit. Soon, they will not even have the strength to pick up their own weapons.

The gnolls who were running in front suddenly let out a wail of pain from their mouths, and some of the gnolls hurriedly turned back and tried to storm the cavalry line.

But it was all in vain, and they were killed by the horsemen who were waiting for their work.

Kerr straightened up and looked ahead, there was a very large lake!

Lordan Mill Lake!

They chased the gnolls to the shores of Lake Lordan Runmere!

Kerr smiled evilly, rode his horse and slowly rushed up with the soldiers around him.

The jackals screamed and huddled around the lake, huddled in a ball.

There were nearly three hundred gnolls in this wave, and now they didn't even have a weapon in their hands, and they were trapped within a few tens of meters of the lake. In their rear, the Crusader cavalry was slashing them one by one, as if they were killing another livestock.

"Poof!"

I don't know which gnolls took the lead, but the other gnolls also jumped into the lake against the biting water, and they tried to swim to the large island opposite.

"Quick! Don't let them escape to the other side! Kerr commanded his soldiers, speeding up the slashing speed of his one-handed sword.

The other soldiers also struggled to rush towards the crowd of jackals. Soon, blood flowed out of the corpses of the dead gnolls, by the river, into the lake.

Blood stained this section of the lake red.

Stimulated by the blood, all the gnolls jumped into the lake, and they swam to the island in the center of the lake opposite, despite the biting cold.

Kerr couldn't help but be a little disappointed that he didn't completely annihilate this group of gnolls.

But it doesn't matter, our strategic goal has been achieved, and we can go back to cleaning up the battlefield.

"What's that!" Suddenly, a soldier asked, pointing to the suddenly undulating ripples in the middle of the lake.

Kerr, who was about to jump the horse's head, pulled himself together and turned his head to look at the lake.

The surface of the lake, which had been calm, suddenly became turbid, and clumps of black sludge churned up from the bottom of the lake and appeared at the feet of the gnolls. The ripples on the surface of the lake are also getting bigger and bigger.

Suddenly! A gnoll screamed, snorted! Got into the water! Immediately after that, one after another gnolls around them plunged into the water!

"That's not right! There's something in the water! A soldier pointed to the water and shouted, "Look at that! ”

At the feet of a gnoll, a dark shadow appeared, and it attached itself to the gnoll's feet, and the gnoll suddenly began to struggle and was dragged into the water.

Now, the gnoll people in the lake are frying! They began to turn around and swim towards the shore!

"Oh? Is our prey coming back? Kerr said overjoyed, and beckoned the soldiers back to shore to wait for the gnolls in the lake to swim back.

The gnolls, who were closest to the shore, stopped their movements in the water, and they looked in horror at the cavalry of the Fifth Legion on the shore. But the constant cries of the gnolls behind them also stimulated them, and they began to howl in the water in a hurry.

A strange greenish-white creature with a row of shark fins growing along its back, with two arms and legs, suddenly emerged from the water. It has a row of shark fins growing on its back up to its tail, and its eyes are like those of a frog, bulging out of its sockets. It inadvertently opened its mouth, its large mouth with two rows of dense thin teeth, and it held a dagger in one hand.

It dragged a gnolloin and tried to drag him into the water. The gnolls struggled and were quickly dragged into the water by it. The surface of the water continued to bubble, and before long, blood began to rise from where the gnoll had sunk, staining the water red.

"It's a fishman!"

Kerr exclaimed in surprise.

As if this was a signal, behind every gnoll in the water, a fish-man suddenly sprang out. The fishmen dragged the gnolls by their limbs towards the bottom of the lake.

In the face of death, the gnolls certainly won't give in, and they also hug the fish-people and tear them with their sharp teeth. The vast surface of the lake seems to have exploded, and the gnolls and fishmen begin a desperate struggle. Blood began to spread across the lake, staining the surface of the lake red for several kilometers.

Soon, countless fish-people appeared from the water one after another. They deal with a jackal in groups of three or five, and use various methods to deal with the jackal.

In the end, the jackals, who were outnumbered, were dragged to the bottom of the lake by the fishmen. Fine blisters began to emerge on the surface of the lake, one after the other.

"These gnolls and robbers, the fishmen have solved it for us." Kerr looked at the lake that was gradually calming down and said, "We should go back"

However, the surface of the lake began to be uncalm again, and ripples began to appear. Green heads soon popped up on the surface of the lake, and they were staring at them horizontally with their bulging fish eyes turned outward.

There are a lot of them, and there are all of them on the surface of this lake for several kilometers.

"These little things!" Kerr was furious by these dense yellow-black eyes, and there was a layer of goosebumps on his body.

Although the fish-men rarely land on the shore, this thing can't be unguarded, who knows what moths they have.

"Let's go! We retreat! Kerr glanced one last time at the lake, turned around and quickly walked away.

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"Oh! My cutest big customer!! I've been waiting for you for a long time! ”

No sooner had Locke arrived at the entrance to the Silver Pine Forest in Harry's Canyon than he was greeted by Zax, a goblin trader.

"Your cavalry is really amazing!" Zax said respectfully to Locke, "Jackals all over the world! They were wiped out by your cavalry. ”

"Thank you, I also think my soldiers are the best soldiers!" Locke accepted the compliment without hesitation, and was stunned by the goblin.

Locke ignored him and drove his horse forward, he wanted to see the battlefield.

A thick smell of blood began to waft from afar, and Locke's spirit was shocked, it was coming.

Locke urged his horse to rush to the small hill in front of him, looking down. On the battlefield, the soldiers of the infantry wing are cleaning up the battlefield, packing up the weapons scattered on the battlefield, and mending the knives of the gnolls who are not dead. The priests were ambulating wounded soldiers on the battlefield, and from time to time a golden glow of holy light appeared all over the battlefield.

The bodies of the soldiers who died were placed on the side of the battlefield.

Seeing this, Locke rode his horse and ran down.

He dismounted and walked towards the fallen soldiers. Locke's eyes widened and he saw dozens of soldiers' corpses lying there.

A field priest was praying in front of their bodies. Behind the priest, Major Hudson, the commander of the cavalry wing, looked at all this with a calm face.

"How many soldiers were killed?" Locke walked up to him and asked.

Hudson slowly turned his head to look at Locke, who then turned back to look at the remains of the soldiers.

"Forty-seven killed, 14 seriously wounded, the rest lightly wounded, and three missing," Hudson let out a deep breath as he looked up at the white sky.

"These fallen soldiers are all recruits!" Hudson said in a low voice, "It's all my fault, I didn't arrange all this." It wasn't supposed to happen, they shouldn't have died here. ”

"They only superficially accepted some of the skills and knowledge of the cavalry, I shouldn't have placed them in the first line, I shouldn't have let them carry long-handled weapons, it's all my fault."

Hudson lowered his eyelids, "When I heard that there was a possibility of becoming a hereditary nobleman, I developed a utilitarian mind, and utilitarianism made me ignore the actual situation of the soldiers, and I only thought about defeating these gnolls in one go, and utilitarianism made me make such a mistake." ”

"Their sacrifice is not worthless!" Locke looked at the faces of the soldiers one by one, and bent down to arrange their armor and robes.

"They gave their strength and their young lives for the restoration of Lordaeron. Lordaeron will remember them, and people will remember them. Their names will be sung forever in the kingdom of Lordaeron! Their descendants will be cared for by the Crusaders, and they will return to the arms of the Light, resting forever in the arms of the Light. ”

"And what we're going to do now." Locke stood up, looked at Hudson and said, "That is, we must not live up to their sacrifice, and strive to establish our foothold in the Silver Pine Forest as soon as possible." ”

"So that their sacrifice is worthwhile." Locke stepped forward and walked up to the old major, looking at his gray hair, "Gather our cavalry, you guys get to the tentative camp of the scouts as soon as possible." I'll leave it to me here. ”

Major Hudson gave Locke a fixed look, and raised his hand in salute, the wrinkles on his face seemed to increase all of a sudden.

The horn of the cavalry wing sounded, and the cavalrymen who were originally scattered quickly gathered their equipment and left here on their horses.