Gradually, the rainstorm became lighter.

Röm watched with satisfaction as the cavalry behind him fanned out and ran, although the situation was slow in the dirt road and the queue was not so perfect, but they finally formed a battle formation. It was a minute faster than he expected. These Riptide Castle cavalry teams train and hunt caravans on the prairie all year round, and most of them are ordinary rank peak soldiers, only one step away from breaking through to the elite.

This is also the elite of Riptide Castle, the war horse native to the Arathi Heights is the most powerful war horse in the entire human kingdom, although the impact is not strong, but the strong endurance is definitely the most suitable for light cavalry.

In the low rain he could hear the sound of a woman crying not far away, perhaps a straggler of caravans, something he had encountered too many times before, and he made a gesture and the two horsemen rushed over.

At least some more earnings came in tonight, and Röhm yawned.

In his opinion, an army that can generate revenue is a good army, and those Lordaerons in the north like to make a large number of hoplites, which is indeed very strong, but it is impossible to recover the cost, and these cheap light cavalry are the best opportunity to recover the cost.

The caravan is the gold that travels on the steppe, and if he doesn't take it, someone will take it.

And the army of Her Royal Highness Princess Laurena is also a piece of gold, and those infantry will soon become a living target after running on the grassland for a while.

The cries of women and the tearing of children could be heard in the rain, but they soon calmed down.

Röm smiled, he was the cavalry commander of Riptide Castle, and in order to get the credit for capturing Princess Laurena alone, he led five hundred light cavalry to chase after Riptide Castle first.

The knight gathered around Rohm and said loudly, "My lord, the enemy may be very close, do you want to send out a patrol to harass you?" ”

"Yes, let's harass them first, and when they are exhausted, everyone will take them out in waves." The knights laughed in the wind and rain, waving their weapons.

Röm smiled, for a long time, harsh military methods and high rewards were the core of his army, Riptide Castle still has a cavalry unit, he has worked hard, he took out a bag, shouted: "Whoever captures Princess Laurena will be rewarded with five hundred gold coins." ”

The sound travels far through the rain curtain.

Locke looked closely at the enemy in the rain, the cavalry that chased out was about 300 people, and the team leading the cavalry was an elite warrior. He clenched the Destroyer of Realms in his hand, and the opening of his talent made him make a bold decision in his heart, which was to destroy the pursuing enemy.

This is not rhetoric, but it is possible.

If the cavalry group of Riptide Castle can be cut off, then in the future decisive battle, the threat of Riptide Castle can be reduced to the extreme. Hearing the sound of horses' hooves like thunder not far away, Locke said slowly, "Turn on the evil talent." ”

[Blighting King]: Increases your Dark Blight's damage by 5%, increases its duration to 120 seconds, and slows it by 50%.

[Plague Cloud]: Summons a cloud of damage around you, dealing 250+130% damage per second.

[Necromantic Order]: Increases all attributes of the undead creatures you summon by 10%, and increases your attack power by 10% for each undead creature you summon.

"I choose the Order of the Necromancy."

It was as if Locke was on the Frozen Throne, and the supreme power was instilled into him from the void.

He stretched out his hand, his palm had turned pitch black, and he frowned slightly, "Sure enough, mortals can only use the power of death to end up like this." ”

Locke silently watched the torrent of cavalry group, in the rain curtain, the force of these three hundred cavalry was intimidating, and the swallowtail flag fluttering in the rain curtain made a "he-he" sound in the wind.

A shadow energy burst out of Locke's palm, and in front of him, a ghoul crawled out of the dirt, followed by two ghouls. He whispered in a cold voice, "It's so depressing. "Let me take a risk."

The rain had gradually subsided, and the frantic thunder no longer jumped in the dark clouds, but the sky was still dark, and Rom knew that it was the darkness before dawn, and he raised the bag in his hand high, hoping to inspire the soldiers around him.

However, Röm soon noticed a strange phenomenon, an unusual noise from the hillside not far away, which made him a little stunned, and then looked up.

The surrounding knights also followed Rom's gaze, only to see that in the vast grass, the grass on the ground was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the horses under them let out a series of miserable screams.

In the midst of the storm, Rom's head froze, and he quickly realized that he had been attacked. The rapid sound of the horses made Röm panic for a while, and the horses on the Arathi Heights were known for their patience, and it was not easy to make them scream.

The meadow to the right of Fort Riptide was nothing more than an insignificant grassy slope in the whole of the Arathi Heights, and tonight's rainstorm had made its dirt so muddy that every step the horses took seemed extremely difficult.

The flowers and plants quickly lost their vitality, as if death had quietly arrived.

The whole cavalry group was boiling, they could face the enemy head-on, but they did not have the courage to face the enemy who did not exist in front of them, especially this kind of war horse fell in the grass before seeing the enemy. "All stand back, don't panic." Rohm nervously gave the order.

Immediately after that, the entire cavalry regiment saw a scene that they will never forget.

From the other side of the grassland, a black shadow swept across the rain curtain, and its huge body smashed into the cavalry ranks like a meteor, blood flying on both sides of it in the raindrops. Two ghouls attacked from both sides, tearing the two horsemen off their horses. "Undead!!"

The word flashed through the minds of the many horsemen, and most of the horses were so frightened by the sudden appearance of the undead that Rom was stunned to see a green knight emerge from the darkness of the night from the hillside not far away.

Locke raised the blood-red Destroyer of Worlds alof.

Whipping up the horses beneath him, he charged downward, the wind passing by his ears and the blade slashing through him.

Time seemed to freeze, only a thud was heard, and one soldier had been cut off by Locke's waist, but the blade did not slow down, and the Destroyer of Worlds slashed at the other soldier with a violent impact.

Blood and rain mixed together, and Locke with his sword actually tore a gap in the cavalry group. "Plague Master, you have taken up the position of Green Knight, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, you represent plague, famine, and another word." "Acts of God."

The sound of the system echoed in Locke's ears, and the blade in his hand did not stop because of this, he kept swinging his sword and slashing down, as if it was a stream of blood light.

Blood was sprinkled on Locke's face, and the hot blood reminded Locke of his years in the Scourge Legion, as before, he didn't even blink his eyes, according to the configuration of the Scourge Legion, this kind of intensity of war is simply weak and terrifying.

This is the instinct of battle, although Locke inherited the title of Knight of the Apocalypse with the help of the system, which greatly increased his strength.

However, on the battlefield, it is not just power that determines power. "Enemy attack!" "It's the !! of the undead"