The gargoyle slid more than ten meters on the soft river beach before stopping, and the impact of this kind of Cheng dù was a little scrape at most for these stone-skinned monsters, but it smashed Brando and his wizard to pieces.

As soon as they landed, the surrounding aristocratic private soldiers suddenly became excited, and rushed towards the river beach in a swarm. Although these guys were a rabble, the cavalry group charged with amazing momentum after all, and Charles, who shook his head and got up from the dirt, was startled when he saw this scene, and he immediately asked: "My lord, what should I do?" ”

Brando pulled his leg out of the mud, drew his sword and shouted, "Nonsense, come to a wall!" ”

This is the oldest and most classic tactic used by the wizards of Eruin against cavalry, and the player's later tactics have only grown from this, as it is especially effective against untrained cavalry.

The young wizard understood, and pointed forward with the ruby: "Stop, react, the structure of the wall—" Countless lines radiated in all directions with the gem as the center, forming a wall shape, and then these lines all disappeared, leaving a solid wall of air.

The aristocratic privateers on horseback had no idea what it was. Only a few of them had experience in fighting wizards to go around to the sides, and although Makalu, the leader of the mercenaries in the back, loudly asked his men to turn, no one could hear the rumbling horses' hooves.

The first row of riders crashed into the wall of air, the horses knelt in unison, and the men flew out and crashed into the wall; Then the second row crashed into the first, and the huge inertia made them squeeze together; Then the third row followed, this time the wall of air shattered without the force, and a large pile of horses and human corpses surged forward with a swipe until they reached the feet of Brando and Charles.

This qiē was completed in an instant, and the astonishing momentum even frightened Brando and Charles into taking a step back.

Makalu scolded bitterly in the back, and a person like him, who was old enough to be in the army, knew at a glance that none of the seven people in the first row would survive, and even the second row would probably seriously injure several people. The third platoon was so stumbling that it was unlikely to rejoin the battle for a while, not to mention that their horses were more or less wounded.

Twenty or thirty people were abolished in one fell swoop, how could he not be heartbroken.

The mercenary leader couldn't help but spit out, casually bandaged the blood-dripping palm, and then pulled out his saber and rushed forward. There were also seven or eight cavalrymen, all seasoned veterans - he had to catch up and lead them to hold them down until the infantry caught up.

Especially when it comes to that wizard, every mercenary knows what it means to let a wizard unleash.

Makaru swung his saber twice so that his men could understand what he meant, and they were outflanking him in all directions. However, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, these mercenaries were all old people, and all of them were at least the strength of the black iron lower position, but at the critical moment, they shrank their heads and looked like they had preserved their strength.

"Follow me! Let's go together! Anger is anger, but Makalu knew he had to stir them up.

It's just that he didn't know that the young man on the other side had been paying attention to him for a long time. Brando saw the Anlek horse galloping back and forth on the periphery, and when he saw the knight on the horse shouting loudly, he guessed that it should be the leader of the other party - he couldn't help but think to himself, it's not that Lao Tzu hasn't fought with your mercenaries, and the tactical intention is still here to dodge, what is there to pretend.

Brando spat at it and turned his head to press Charles's shoulder, pointed at the guy in front of him and said, "I saw that person, and I will attack him with magic arrows in a moment." ”

Charles hurriedly shook his head: "He's on the horse, I'm not so sure." ”

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about magic. If you miss a shot, just a few more shots. ”

"That's fine."

Brando looked back at the seven or eight knights not far away, pressing his hand on the elven sword to force himself to calm down. He looked up and saw that the mercenary leader, after circling behind the rider, had indeed raised his saber and rushed forward first—he knew that the other man was going to lead the others to charge with him.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

But Brando was waiting for such an opportunity, and suddenly a sword flash flashed in his hand, and a wind pressure swept out. On the horse's back, Makaru saw the transparent ripples spreading against the ground, and stone chips were scattered everywhere he passed—although he had never seen court swordsmanship, he also realized the danger at this moment, and resolutely jumped high from his horse with his hands propped up.

As soon as he got up, Brando's sword wind swept over the four hooves of the Anlek warhorse, and the tall warhorse was all short, and its limbs were broken and rolled straight forward to the ground.

Makalu gasped in mid-air, and he only thought of one term at this moment: sword qi.

But before he could finish thinking about it, a white light had pierced through the air and pierced through his chest. Then a second white light hit his left shoulder, a third hit his lower abdomen, and finally a fourth white light brushed past him. Makalu was beaten in the air and changed direction three times, before his body was thrown far away and fell into the sand to the side, losing its motion.

The seven or eight riders around him grabbed the reins in unison, and they were not shocked by Makalu's death. And because of that sword qi - the Templars? The mercenaries turned colored, and couldn't help but wonder where that terrible young man was.

"Pretty accurate." Brando withdrew his sword.

"Hehe, it's your credit, my lord." Charles replied with a grimace.

Brando smiled and looked up. Although the other party was shocked now, he himself was far from slackening, and there was still a forest of spears of more than a hundred noble private soldiers moving behind him.

He exhaled and relived his plan in his mind. He stared to the north, realizing that his only chance to break out was in that direction, but he didn't know if he would be able to take it. He only pointed forward and commanded, "Gargoyle, Wstry!" ”

Brando thought to himself, there is no attack command, so let's use the move command instead.

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And Lord Jin Guo stood on the beachhead high ground and watched this scene from a distance, his face was so ugly and ugly. Although these are not elite soldiers, at least he raised them with money, especially Makalu, who is a fierce general in his hands, although he is a little vulgar, but it is an indisputable fact that he is strong in martial arts.

"The Highland Knights are the Highland Knights, and I don't believe the rumors that the White Knights are strong in combat, but now it seems that there is no lie." Sir Burnley, the industrialist, said with a smile on his face.

"This time it seems that the Earl of Doon is really unlucky, and I will see if the 'tiger' dares to take this hot potato—but it is not good for us that he gets the dead, not to mention that there are two women who have not seen it."

"I wonder why this guy would kill that riddler, if he was really a militiaman in Buch, taking him hostage would be a better strategy. It's a pity, I thought I could get a big tree. Burnley sighed, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Actually, it's not necessarily a good thing to stand in line in such a hurry, there is still something to see between the royal family and the white-maned army. But the young man was either an assassin or had other agendas. If he hadn't killed for the sake of killing, then I think the sword was very problematic—" replied Lord Kingo, grasping the reins in his hand, standing upright on horseback and looking ahead.

"The elven sword?"

He was about to nod, but saw his own private soldiers in the distance push away in an uproar on both sides, like a tide that could not be avoided. Lord Jin Guo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw a gargoyles in front of him splitting up the crowd and rushing straight towards him - his words stopped abruptly, and he subconsciously tightened the reins of his horse and wanted to turn around, but he exerted too much force because of nervousness, and the guide horse stood up backwards with a long neigh.

"Lord Lord, be careful!"

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The gargoyle itself is more than level 20, and its strength is just equivalent to the midstream level of the first level of strength, plus it is known for its defense and the ability to fly, and it is simply a tiger into the flock of sheep to enter the aristocratic private soldiers whose general strength is only in the middle of the white rank. Especially when it comes to these giant monsters, humans have an instinctive sense of fear - after all, not everyone can recognize that they are the work of the Buga Wizard - and some are even screaming in horror: Wyvern!

Originally, it was expected that the gargoyle would cut into the fragile formation of these infantry, but he knew that he didn't have much time, these noble private soldiers were just a moment of chaos, and no matter how strong the gargoyle was, he couldn't defeat a hundred.

Even if the opponent is well-trained, it is actually very problematic to fight one against ten.

He had to spread the chaos and not give these people time to hold their ground. Brando thought of it, turned around and shouted, "Charles, come up and cover me." As soon as the words fell, he had already rushed forward, and the gargoyles in front of him had plowed a passage through the crowd - the private soldiers on both sides subconsciously wanted to rush up to block the passage, but Brando swung forward with his elven sword in his hand, and a wind pressure swept through the crowd like a scythe, and a row of seven or eight people in front of him fell like wheat stubble.

The people behind were shocked, where did they still have the heart to continue fighting, and they retreated one after another, and the passage opened up by the gargoyle at this moment was even bigger. If Makalu was still there, it was estimated that he would be able to suppress them, but at this time, these noble private soldiers were truly leaderless.

Brando and Charles seized the opportunity to go to the Spear Forest one after the other, and as for those who wanted to follow and fish after they passed Guò, Charles naturally wouldn't be polite to them. He still has two bottles of mana potions in his hand, and magic arrows are a cheap and practical spell.

Brando raised his head and vaguely saw a group of dignitaries standing on a mound not far away. He caught a glimpse of Sir Burnley among them, and immediately commanded, "Gargoyle, that fat man, Ary!" ”

It's just that he didn't finish his sentence when he suddenly found a line of knights on the left side of the battlefield killed. The knights were dressed in dark blue uniforms, peaked hats, and a set of silver cuirasses with shoulder plates, and a wisp of white mane fluttering in the wind behind them—none other than the mounted light infantry of the White-Maned Regiment.

At that moment, both sides on the battlefield understood that Luc Besson the 'Tiger' had arrived.

"Bacchus, Voltaron, take down that Madara Spy!" Even in the midst of the army, Luc Besson's calm voice was so clear that everyone's hearts were awe-inspiring.

As soon as he finished speaking, two tall knights rode out on their left and right, and came straight to Brando.

"It's a good time." Brando snorted coldly in his heart, inspired by his charging skills, and flashed between the two of them in an instant. Bacchus, the captain of the seventh detachment of the second squadron, and the captain of the tenth squadron, Voltaron, were only slightly stunned, and then turned back to find that the young man had reached ten meters behind them.

In fact, it wasn't just them, most of the white-maned sergeants present were stunned. Bacchus and Voltaron are captain-level figures, although their strength only hovers downstream of the black iron, they can fight two and one and not be thrown away so lightly, right?

Luc Besson raised his eyebrows and charged, this little guy still has something to do with the Sun Knight? He immediately raised his right hand: "Outin, SmithK, stop him!" ”

The two horsemen came out side by side, although most of the white-maned regiments were mounted infantry, but the captain-level characters were still extremely skilled in horsemanship. They were the first to strike, and in an instant they were in front of Brando—but to everyone's surprise: before the Whitemane Legion's junior soldiers had time to applaud their captain, Outin and Skinline had already flown upside down.

Only the sharp-eyed ones could see clearly: the young man did not pause at all, and exchanged a sword with each of them as he passed by them, and then the swords in the hands of their captains shattered at the same time, and the man flew back upside down as if he had hit a dragon.

"Power explodes!"

"Burst of power!" This time most people recognized it.

Brando didn't even pay attention, he had seen his gargoyle lift the damn fat man up. That was the only target of his attack this time, and it was also the key to getting out of trouble.

Is victory in sight?

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(PS. It's off the list in less than a month, sad. Seek comfort)