"Stop!"

Barak suddenly raised his iron gloved hand, and with a click, the footsteps behind him paused, and hundreds of horses stood up, neighing, and then drowned out by a huge "click", and the heavy shield soldiers leaned shoulder to shoulder, and the shield pressed against the shield, forming a whole like a whole, forming the sides of a rectangular phalanx, covering the left and right and back of the knights with other soldiers.

The knights and knight apprentices whispered to calm the horses.

The soldiers let out a loud shout in unison, spears of more than ten feet stood in a row, Kaka's on the shoulders of the soldiers in front, and the innermost crossbowmen collectively took off their bows and arrows and got ready, looking vigilantly at the roofs on both sides.

From marching to formation, from noisy to static, the whole process was completed in just a minute, and the Knights of the Thorn Bird deserved to be the most elite legion of the Duchy of Thorns.

The rubble stomped softly, and one by one the ghouls poked their heads out, revealing ugly faces and hairy heads.

A cold wind blew, and the wind and sand made Barak squint, and the entire knight's cloak was blown up, rolling and undulating.

A person also appeared in front of him, walking towards this side.

Barak struggled to keep his eyes open, trying to see who the man in front of him was.

"The Witch of the City!"

The person next to him exclaimed in a low voice, this person was the vampire knight who broke out of the Emerald Palace that day, he was wrapped in a cloak, wearing thick armor, and his face was covered with face armor, which was exactly the suit of the vampire knight's daytime operation.

Barak's ears moved, and when he knew that someone was coming, he quietly knocked his legs hard, making a soft sound.

Several knight captains behind him silently slammed their helmets with the thorn spears in their hands, so that the visors were covered, and the hideous thorn spears flashed in the cold sunlight.

The wind, as if sensing the slaughter of the battlefield, stopped, and Angela stood 80 yards in front of them and stopped, naturally able to see clearly with their eyesight.

Looking at Angela's appearance, it seems that she wants to negotiate with them.

"It's Captain Barak here."

Barak sneered, didn't say anything at all, his legs slammed the horse's belly hard, and the sharp spurs of his heels pierced through the chain mail, bringing up a little bead of blood, and the war horse was in pain, neighed, and galloped forward.

"Kill!"

The crossbowmen were the first to attack, throwing their arrows wildly at the rooftops and the paths on both sides.

For a while, arrows rained down, and most of the roof tiles were shattered in an instant, and the ghouls were caught off guard and were hit by arrows one after another.

Blood flowers bloomed, and some ghouls died, falling from the roofs to the ground.

Some ghouls howled in rage, or jumped from rooftops into the ranks and were impaled by a barrage of spears.

Or run out of the alley and slam your body full of arrows against your shield.

Barak leaned low on the horse's back, his legs clamped between the saddles, one hand holding the reins, the other holding the thorn spear under his armpit, the hideous head of the steel thorn pointed at Angela, who seemed to be frightened.

A ray of light flashed, and a little cold light bloomed on the tip of the spear.

Behind him were more than 50 knights charging with thorny spears and more than 150 knightly apprentices with javelins.

On both sides of the road, ghouls rushed out of the rooftops, from the alleys, from the windows, and through the doors, trying to attack the knights.

The knight's apprentices shouted loudly, javelins whistling and hurling towards the knights' sides, and ghouls continued to be hit.

The attack power of the javelin is much stronger than that of a bow and crossbow, and even a shield can be pierced under the javelin of these actual apprentices, not to mention the flesh and blood of these ghouls.

Moreover, the javelin has a large cross-sectional area and stronger lethality, even if these ghouls are hit, they are very likely to die, and they will not be like arrows at all, even if they are hit by more than a dozen, they are still alive like a hedgehog.

In the face of javelins, even if these ghouls can take two or three shots, they are considered super lucky.

Some lucky ghouls cut through the javelin-lined line and charged the knights, before facing the Thorn Lance.

The knights were highly skilled enough to easily control the direction of the heavy thorn spears, which grazed past the ghouls, easily taking a large patch of flesh with them.

Several heroic ghouls were struck by such terrible weapons, and then their necks, chests, and arms were easily torn apart, and in agony they were knocked away by galloping horses, and then several javelins fell, or were caught in the hooves of horses, and then trampled into flesh by a dozen horses' hooves.

Eighty yards away, for Barak, was two breaths, and then, his thorny spear struck Angela in the chest.

Wait a minute......

It feels ......

In front of him, there was no imaginary scene of blood splattering and broken flesh flying, only broken pieces of cloth and flying straw and sawdust.

Barak Horan looked up, and farther ahead, Angela was slowly lowering her bow.

His heart tightened, and he hurriedly raised the thorn spear in his hand.

With a click, the barrel of the gun snapped, and an arrow was revealed, striking Barak's shoulder armor, sending out a flash of sparks, and the thick shoulder armor was dented, and several iron spikes broke off on it.

The mysterious arrow shattered and burst behind it, filling the air with a white mist.

Several knights collided headlong, followed by the neighing of the horses, and several knights were also dizzy and couldn't find their way, and then the people behind rushed up.

A terrible crash sounded, bones snapped, and the knight in heavy armor rose into the air, fell heavily to the ground, and was crushed by the fallen warhorse......

A knight was knocked headlong into a house by a war horse, the walls of the house were smashed to pieces, the horse was killed on the spot, the knight fell to the ground, stood up in a daze, drew his long sword in great embarrassment, and slashed at a ghoul who rushed up.

The ghoul was instantly killed by a sword from the top of his head to his chest, and he also slammed into the knight, knocking the knight backwards, and then the knight slipped and fell to the ground, and another ghoul pounced on him and tore wildly at the knight.

The metal armor, twisted and deformed under the ghouls' minions, and then the armor broke away from the armor, revealing the flesh and blood of the knight inside, blooming with the blood.

The knight swung his sword and severed the ghoul's claws, then slashed off the ghoul's head with another sword, and the mung fell to the ground with a bang, knocking the back of the knight's head to the ground and fainting.

Barak turned his head and looked at the knights and knight apprentices who had crashed behind him, and could not help but cry out in grief: "Dismount, dismount." ”

When the knights heard the order, they stopped their horses one after another, turned over and dismounted, drew their swords and approached each other.