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The dense branches and leaves intertwined and overlapped each other, completely obscuring the figure of this fierce beast.

Towering towers of arrows resemble sharp spears erected by knights, densely surrounding this ancient castle.

In the quaint and elegant hall, the old man with an old face but not losing his majesty seems to be teaching future generations.

The three men, in their early twenties, all fell to their knees at this time, but their unruly appearance was a clear indication of their attitude.

The years have left traces of time on the old man's face, and fine wrinkles have crept up his cheeks at some point, but his posture is as upright as before, and his majestic eyes like a tiger still give others a great shock, but in front of his own three sons, all this is obviously useless.

"You guys, can't you let me save some snacks?"

The old man glared at a few people fiercely, and the long whip raised in his hand was about to be pulled down fiercely, but the few young men kneeling on the ground did not have the slightest intention of dodging, but leaned forward.

"Hey, that's it...... You guys get out. ”

Seeing the performance of the three of them, the old man also sighed dejectedly, and then said with some embarrassment, the moment the long whip was put down, the old man's whole person seemed to have aged dozens of years at once, and the original majesty and spirit also dissipated in an instant.

"Dada-da-"

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the empty hall, and at the same time, a figure also rushed towards him.

"Count Max......" The gray-haired chief glanced at the old man, and his face looked extremely solemn.

"What's wrong?" Seeing the performance of the chief steward, the old man who was called Count Max also hurriedly asked.

This manager has followed him for many years, and if nothing major happens, the other party will never show such a solemn look.

"Lord Earl, the army of Forders...... It's coming! ”

"What?"

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On the open plain, an army of tens of thousands of people confronted each other here.

At this time, even the surrounding air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

On one side was the army led by Geoffrey, and on the other side, of course, was the army under the command of Count Max.

However, the combat power of the two sides is not above the same level at all.

The strong combat power of the army under Count Forders is famous throughout the Western Sea, not only the armor and sword blades worn by the soldiers under the opposing side are more elite than those of ordinary armies, in fact, whether in terms of personal physical fitness or the morale of the entire army, the soldiers under the opposing side are far away from the rest of the lords of the sea.

At this time, the leader of the army ready to contend with Jeffrey was Count Max's general, Cavallon.

However, when the two sides confronted each other, he knew that these soldiers under his command would definitely not be able to stop the group of fierce guys like wolves and tigers on the opposite side.

Not to mention the endless weapons of mass destruction such as ballistas and trebuchets that had already been erected at the rear gate, whether it was the most direct military discipline or the subtle expression of the soldier when the two sides confronted each other, he could already determine the outcome of the battle between the two sides.

However, no matter what the final outcome is, everything is completely out of his control, and even if he knows that he will lose, he must rush forward.

I don't know which side took the lead in launching the offensive, and with the violent shaking of the ground, thousands of cavalry figures have already taken the lead in rushing out of the formation, sweeping forward like a violent wind.

In the rear, an infantry man with a shield rushed forward when a rain of arrows was ruthlessly thrown.

The fierce collision spread out in all directions like a tide of rage.

The thousands of cavalry who were the first to rush out of the camp collided together at the first time, and blood and flame suddenly erupted at this moment.

The sword light was staggered, the figure flickered, and the blood flowers kept blooming, but they quickly solidified.

These cavalry under Jeffrey are naturally the elite of the elite, and the bloody wars have long built them into the most efficient killing machines.

Although the strength of Cavalon's cavalry is not weak, how can it be the opponent of these wolf-like fierce guys in front of him.

The high-speed impact of the fierce horses was like sharp iron cones, stabbing into it alive, and the cavalry camp that originally seemed to be neat and orderly immediately became chaotic.

The knight on the fiery horse is like a devil crawling out of hell, and every swing of the saber in the spreading confrontation takes away a living life.

Resistance is naturally there, although these cavalry under Cavalon are not as experienced as the other party, but in this endless sea of fierce machines, the wars and collisions they encounter are definitely no longer few.

The two high-speed sabers collided together with the huge inertia of the impact of the war horse under them, and the fierce collision brought out a little flickering sparks in the air, and the strong force of the shock made the two cavalry arms of the collision all shake, and they let out a muffled snort in unison.

However, before the cavalry on the opposite side could make a move, the fierce cavalry belonging to Geoffrey's side had already directly urged the war horses under him to collide directly.

"Bang!"

Although there was no huge impact from the high-speed sprint, this sudden collision still made the body of the cavalry on the opposite side shake, and the figures were staggered, enduring the sharp pain of almost breaking bones, and a hideous smile appeared on the faces of the cavalrymen belonging to Jeffrey's men, and then the saber raised in the right arm waved it again.

Bloodline fluttering!

The boiling blood in his body was like hot magma, and it seemed that it was about to burst in the next second, but the decapitated cavalryman still did not have the slightest intention of flinching, and charged forward again.

On this empty plain, all kinds of noisy hustle and bustle gradually engulfed the whole world.

The violent collision of weapons, the high-speed gallop of iron horses, and the frantic shouts at the end of life erupted like a flood of embankments.

This is the most direct head-on collision, and it is also a confrontation between life and life without any fancy.

And under this ferocious impact like a mad tiger, the rout was inevitable.

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