Paladin, alive!

The fact of this immediately lifted the cavalry leader, but he gasped when he saw the paladin, covered in wounds and blood, being chased in disarray.

More than a hundred monsters trailed behind the paladin, roaring and staring at scarlet eyes, their claws slicing across the icy rock walls with a piercing grinding sound that sounded terrifying.

"Meet the enemy!" shouted the cavalry leader, ready to meet the paladin, and several fast-moving monsters approached, clenching the spear in his hand and slapping his mount under the crotch to meet him.

Aiming his weapon at the enemy, the cavalry leader roared and stabbed the drake at the front.

The imaginary sound of the blade entering the flesh did not sound, and the dragonman's defense was beyond the imagination of the cavalry leader, and the dragonman who bore the brunt of the impact was knocked backwards several times and quickly crawled up, the spear only scratched its forearm, but did not cause fatal damage to it.

The scales flipped up, and blood spilled out through the gaps in the drakemen's scales, quickly staining the snow on the ground red.

"Roar!"

The wounded dragonman let out an earth-shattering roar that seemed to be mixed with some kind of magic, which made the hearts of the cavalrymen who heard the roar shake, and a sharp pain came from the eardrums.

"Shut up this bastard!"

The cavalry leader was the closest, and the blow was the strongest, blood spilling from his nostrils and ears, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

A spear rang out, piercing the air and heading for the dragonman.

Duh!

Dragonmen are obviously weak, and the mouths of almost all creatures are the weakest defenses and the easiest areas to penetrate.

The pitch-black spear pierced through the throat of the screaming dragonman and burst through the back of its head, sending the dragonman's lifeless body several meters backwards.

The screaming stopped abruptly, and the shocking sound finally stopped, but after a few seconds, an even more intense crisis came into the face.

Enraged by the sight of their companions being killed, the dragons leapt to their feet and lunged at the cavalry units in front of them, while the paladins who had been targeted were selectively ignored.

But they were greeted by spears that shimmered with cold light.

The sound of heavy horses' hooves resounded in the valley, even if the terrain was limited, but the combat effectiveness of the cavalry had not been limited to the point of being captured, under the command of the leader, the cavalry raised their weapons in their hands, and quickly formed a defensive formation, facing the fierce enemy, none of them chose to retreat, and even a trace of fear did not appear on their faces.

This is the quality of the Crusader cavalry that the Holy See has trained with iron-blooded means for thousands of years, even in the face of unexpected situations, even in extremely harsh environments, no soldier of the lowest rank will be thrown into chaos because of this.

As soldiers, the Crusaders live up to their reputation as the best legions on the continent.

Even though the opponent was a vicious race from hell, the Crusaders remained calm.

Raise a spear, stab!

Burst!

It looked like a sac filled with water had been punctured, and the corpse of a draconian hung from a spear.

In this narrow passage, the monsters and the cavalry collided in the most savage and primitive way.

Screams, roars, and clashing armor were mixed with the sound of bones breaking, and at least a dozen drakemen were impaled through their bodies by spears during this first contact.

But several of the Crusader soldiers were also cut open by the drakemen's sharp claws, and their chests were slashed open, and steaming blood gushed out.

War horses neigh, dragonmen roar.

This small battlefield in the valley is now in chaos.

The dragons huddled together, desperately trying to rush outward, and the soldiers armed with spears blocked the dragons in the passage with the impact of their horses, creating a brief balance between the two sides.

It was only then that the paladin, who had been hunted down, was able to breathe for a moment, and he lay prone on his horse's back as if he had lost all his strength, blood dripping down the fingertips of his feeble hands, and many wounds that had been scarred but then cracked again after intense exercise.

The cavalry leader saw a variety of scars on the paladin's body, charred black scars from fire burns, and lacerations from sharp weapons, the most serious of which was a laceration on his back, which almost pierced the paladin's back.

His armor was almost completely torn apart, leaving only some close-fitting soft armor to wrap around the vital position, and the weapon in his hand was lost somewhere.

If it weren't for the paladin's faint breathing at this time, the cavalry leader would have almost wondered if he was a dead man.

No one can survive such a serious injury.

But the Paladin's vitality is more tenacious than the cavalry leader can imagine.

It's almost a miracle.

Entering the Shadow Mountains alone and infested with monsters, you are able to escape from the interior of the mountains after inflicting heavy damage on your enemies and mortally wounding yourself.

This kind of willpower is simply terrifying.

"My lord, it's time for us to leave!" the cavalry leader rode up to the paladin and whispered, "The archbishop's order, we must take you back." ”

The paladin was unresponsive, as if in a deep coma. In view of the other party's state, it is estimated that he will not be able to hear his own inquiry.

The cavalry leader took a deep breath, grabbed the reins of the horse on which the paladin was riding, and shouted an order to his subordinates who were fighting behind him: "Deal with these enemies as quickly as possible, we are ready to evacuate!"

......

A bloody battle lasted for two full hours, and by the time the noise in the valley had dissipated, the ground had been stained red with blood, and there was not a single dragonman standing in front of the cavalry.

The ground in front of him was full of blood-filled corpses of dragons, and some of their bodies were twisted, as if their bones had been broken by a huge force.

"A hard-won victory...... the cavalry leader gasped and wiped the blood splashed on his face, in the battle just now, he killed more than five dragonmen, but he was also attacked by the other party, and the back of his waist was torn open by a dragonman, after a simple bandaging, the amount of bleeding was not as rapid as at the beginning.

But if you twist your body a little, you will still feel the heart-rending pain when you pull the wound.

But what was more intense than the physical pain was the psychology, and the leader of the cavalry glanced at his ranks, before the battle began, he had a force of two hundred men, and now there were less than fifty people still alive.

There were more than a hundred fighters, and they just died.