But this time, Furstad Hammer soon discovered that the enemy he was facing had made certain changes, something he had never faced before, after all, none of his previous enemies had grown wings.

In his swooping path, dozens of demons flapped their bats and slowly rose into the sky, although their movements were not as agile and swift as the griffons due to their heavy bodies, and they could not cope with long periods of time in the air, but at least they were no longer powerless.

The griffin knights, led by Furstad, swept low from the sky, like swifts as swifts passed between the intercepting demons, their hammers flying and lightning bursting and the clumsy demons raining down, but there were also griffons and dwarves caught by the demons, who became entangled and tumbled and tumbled to the ground.

When the dwarves climbed high again, Furstad found that his army had thinned.

"We lost half a company!" His lieutenant reported, "Four more knights have been seriously wounded and can no longer fight!" ”

Feeling a wave of anger, Furstad lowered his head and looked over to the ground battlefield.

The griffin knights are not only in the air to have combat effectiveness, those dwarves who have landed are still fighting tenaciously, in the black pressure of the demon group, from time to time there are a few thunderbolts bursting out, and the griffons are also fiercely protecting their knights, their claws and beaks can easily tear apart the demon's body, their wings set off gusts of wind, blowing small demons such as hellhounds on the ground and rolling.

But there were so many demons that the dwarves were like sampans struggling in the wind and waves, threatening to be swallowed by the waves at any moment, but at this moment, the human cavalry arrived!

Like the sharpest spear, the cavalry sliced through the flanks into the demons of the hedgehog with billowing smoke and dust. Some mid-level demons shouted hoarsely, trying to maintain their line, but the next second, their voices were drowned out in a terrifying collision.

At that moment, the last thing the outermost demons saw was the heavily armored cavalry advancing like a wall. The moving steel fortresses crushed silently, the furious snorts of the horses erupted like volcanoes, and the blades of the spears at the flat ends shone with a cold light like stars.

Like a terrible storm, at the moment of lightning and thunder, the outermost demons were knocked over by the rushing heavy cavalry, trampled and trampled into flesh by the horses' hooves, followed by the second row, then the third row.

In the face of the terrible onslaught of the heavy cavalry, the originally strong and fierce demons fell to the ground one after another, like crops crushed by the wind. The sound of broken tendons and broken tendons sounded everywhere on the battlefield, and it sounded creepy.

Christopher Farrar drove his horse through the demon array and towards the surrounded dwarves. The demons were stunned by the sudden attack, and they had been surrounding the dwarves who had fallen to the ground to vent their anger at being beaten up and unable to fight back, completely defenseless behind their backs.

"Come with us, guys!" Rushing into the encirclement with a bloody body, Christopher shouted at the besieged dwarves.

An orc lunged towards Christopher, but before he could get closer, he was pinned to the ground by a spear thrown by the captain of the guard. Christopher pulled out his sword from the saddle and chopped off the arm of another Morgar demon who had been transformed into a wheel saw.

At this time, more heavy cavalry rushed into the encirclement, escorting the dwarves back onto the backs of the griffins. Christopher controlled the horse with his legs, his freed hands wielding two broadswords furiously. His left sword slashed at one of the Doomsday Guards, only to be parried by the latter, but his right hand slashed through the demon's arm, not severe, but enough for the monster to hold the heavy axe. Immediately after, the blade of his left hand pierced out like a poisonous snake, piercing the throat of the demon with the open door wide open, and the other party fell without making a sound.

More demons pounced. Before he could catch his breath, a tall figure approached Christopher, a tall demon guard whose eyes could barely see Christopher on horseback, a heavy double-edged axe clenched in his huge hand. He grinned, looking at his prey with a murderous smile and a mouth full of fangs.

"Die, human!" The demon roared, then raised its great axe and slashed down.

Christopher's swords crossed and blocked the slash of the great axe, but the powerful slash was so heavy that the captain of the guard only felt a tingling in his arms, and almost threw away the broadsword in his hand, and even the war horse under his crotch let out an unbearable neigh. However, the captain of the Storm Whip's guard was not alone, as a human soldier rushed up from the side, the iron head of the mounted spear almost completely sunk into the Dreadlord's chest. The demon struggled desperately, trying to fight back, but Christopher, who had recovered his strength, rode forward and slashed his sword at his neck, sending the hideous head flying off his shoulder.

"Dwarven brothers, damn it, do you have to finish dinner before leaving?"

Christopher gasped for breath and shouted at the dwarves who were climbing the griffins, several of them were so badly injured that they couldn't climb up after several attempts, and finally the griffins threw their knights on their backs with their hooked beaks.

"Alright, let's go!"

Watching the last dwarf climb onto the griffin, Christopher shouted. He rushed to the front of the line wielding his twin swords, clearing the way for everyone, while the rest of the Stormwhip guarded the dwarves and fought in unison.

With the impact of high speed and inertia, it was not difficult for them to rush in, but it was not so easy to rush out now. The demons came up one after another, blocking their progress, and almost every few yards forward, a human fell to the ground. Christopher had barely chopped a Voidwalker into a puff of smoke when he suddenly felt a shadow fall over his head. He looked up and saw a Doomsday guard flapping its wings and lunging at him from the sky.

The demon's eyes burned with the fire of evil energy, and the Abyssal Decapitation Sword was raised high in his hand, ready to be slashed at any moment. Christopher felt a pang of despair, almost exhausted, and he didn't have enough strength to parry the attack, nor did he have enough time to dodge. Preparing for the worst, he closed his eyes and waited to hear the sound of the greatsword slashing through the air.

But what he heard was a loud and familiar roar, and the whirl of bullets, followed by the high-pitched roar of the demon and the screams of pain. He opened his eyes again and saw that the demon had fallen from the sky, his hands clutching his face, blood and brains running from his fingers, and he was dying.

Without taking a closer look at the demon's injuries, he pulled the reins of his horse and stepped straight over the demon, followed by more horses' hooves. Almost in the blink of an eye, the demon was trampled into a mass of flesh.

At this moment, with a piercing scream, Furstad also led the griffin knights to swoop down, fiercely bombarding the demons that stood in their way.

Under the double blow of the air and the ground, the demons were dispersed alive, and their encirclement was broken through again! 2k reading web