The moment his eyes met, Manranor only felt that he had been stabbed, and he couldn't help squinting, and when his sight recovered, there was only a corpse of a troll left in the pit, and Cheng Xiaotian had disappeared.

"There, kill him!" There was an exclamation from the side, and Manranor quickly turned to look, only to see a white figure as fast as lightning, moving towards the troll army array.

Countless short axes flew from all directions, as dense as fishing nets, but they could not catch the ghostly figure.

"You can't run away!" Manranor roared, urging the Void Ray to turn its head and chase after him, and his mouth began to whisper a spell, and a basin-sized fireball of flameburst instantly formed, whistling and chasing after him.

Since the elemental psychic technique was ineffective, he simply used the ordinary fire method to attack, which could save a lot of mana.

The flame explosion flew closer and closer, and Cheng Xiaotian got closer and closer to the cluster of troll headhunters, and at the moment when he was about to hit, he swept sideways and plunged into the crowd. A clump of uncontrollable short axes chased and smashed, and the headhunters in the front row immediately fell down, followed by the flames and explosions, only to hear a loud "boom", the flames soared into the sky, and countless severed limbs and stumps were scattered everywhere.

Cheng Xiaotian laughed loudly, his figure drilled around in the crowd, so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, blood splashed everywhere, and someone was cut in his throat from time to time.

Manranor was almost mad, he could see that the other party had lost his "magic", but he never imagined that a "mage" without magic would be so difficult. If the two sides fought alone, he was sure that he would take down his opponent in a minute, but now there are headhunters everywhere in the way, and the spells sent out are all blocked by these guys.

"Get out of here!" Under the enragment, Manlano couldn't stop roaring, and the flames smashed at Cheng Xiaotian one after another, and the result was that Cheng Xiaotian ran more and more happily, and the troll headhunters were killed one after another.

Now Cheng Xiaotian seems to be a plague god, wherever he runs, he falls into chaos, and the headhunters are scattered and fleeing, and they have long forgotten that there is a reward for killing him. But Cheng Xiaotian moved too fast than them, and wherever there were many people, he would stick to him, and he couldn't get rid of it at all, and the originally neat rear formation suddenly became a mess.

Now this area is in flames, explosions are repeated, and the sound of crying fathers and mothers is everywhere, as if it is the battlefield of the earth in the 21st century.

Cheng Xiaotian only killed one occasionally, and the trolls could barely bear this level of casualties, but a large number of deaths were killed after the explosion of the flames, and no one could stand it. As another flame burst smashed into the pile, the red-eyed leader of the headhunter finally collapsed.

"Kill him!"

Airplanes!

A javelin flew through the air with a vibration, and Manranor subconsciously waved his staff and flew away, stunned.

Before he could come back to his senses, he heard a roar from below, and countless javelins were woven into an impenetrable net, which was coming in an instant, and there was nowhere to hide. He is now floating in mid-air at a height of 30 meters on a Void Ray, which is simply the most standard live target.

"Oh my God...... Manranor's voice trembled, and before he could drive it, the Void Ray let out a strange cry and flapped its wings desperately and flew upwards.

But no matter how you fly, how can you be as fast as a javelin? Its huge wings had barely flapped twice before the javelin rain had already caught up.

At the last moment, Manranor raised his long staff, and the fiery red gem at the top of the staff suddenly emitted a dazzling fire. In the next moment, endless raging flames poured out of the staff, instantly expanding to a diameter of 30 meters, and the surging heat forced the trolls below to hug their heads and scurry.

The power of this magic was so powerful that Manranor drained his magic power and shattered the gem on the staff before it was cast. The hardwood rod of the javelin disappeared in an instant, the stainless steel tip turned into molten iron, and a shower of iron rained down from the flames.

"You wait, I'll be back!!" Manranor's unwilling roar was heard from within the fire, and then the Void Ray burst through the flames and fled westward with a terrible scream, with two javelins stuck in the tip of its graceful tail.

Cheng Xiaotian immediately gathered the spiritual power that had just recovered much, and the sword flew into the sky to catch up.

In the process, Cheng Xiaotian looked down and saw that the villagers had finally converged in one place, and even the two mammoths had returned safely, and an indestructible iron fist had been formed. The Knights of the Fallen Star have been replaced with new horses, and everyone is ready to go.

With a glance, Cheng Xiaotian couldn't help but feel sad, the original eight hundred and nineteen villagers, including the elderly and the children who had just been able to hold a knife, were all less than the 400 to ride......

Chasing above the valley mouth, Cheng Xiaotian felt that his spiritual power was not continuous, so he had to give up, and had no choice but to fall towards the main formation......

"Young Master, come to me." Seeing Cheng Xiaotian flying over, Lear hurriedly waved his hand and shouted.

After adjusting his posture, Cheng Xiaotian slowly fell behind Lear and immediately sat cross-legged to breathe.

Lord, it's finally back among everyone!

The villagers had the backbone, and they suddenly lifted their spirits and began to adjust their formation. The light cavalry retreated to the rear, and the heavy cavalry of the Knights of the Fallen Star stepped forward in an attack array, and the momentum of the counterattack took shape.

Old Patton rode on his high-spirited war horse, hit the horse to the mammoth's side, put his right hand on his chest and bowed his head and shouted: "The Knights of the Falling Star should have 108 people, but there are 108 people, please review and order!"

Cheng Xiaotian glanced back, there were indeed still 108 people, but there were many more women......

"We ...... Go kill the enemy. Cheng Xiaotian's words were very low and deep.

Old Barton was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth, pulled out his heavy sword and held it high above the top, and shouted loudly: "Lord Lord's order, the Knights of the Falling Star, the Guardian of the Falling Star, all the villagers of Mochizuki Village, follow the lord, kill the enemy!"

Fight the enemy! Fight the enemy! Fight the enemy!

Everyone roared in unison, the bloody war knives in their hands were pointed at the sky in unison, and the killing intent rushed straight into the sky, and the sky changed color!

Someone blew a loud military trumpet, and a snow-white war horse galloped forward from the rear, and immediately the knight carried the banner of the falling star, without armor, with a long black ribbon tied on his left arm, and swaddled on his back, rushed to the side of old Patton and restrained the reins of the horse.

"Ruth, keep blowing and let everyone hear." Old Barton said, looking into the distance.

There was no need to be reminded that the trumpets never stopped, accompanied by an impassioned horn, with the two mammoths as the center, the Knights of the Falling Star lined up in a horizontal column and pressed to the front of the formation. The war horse kept snorting and anxiously stepped on its front hooves, eager to go into battle and charge.

"For the sake of the lord, kill!" Lear was infected by the murderous aura of the group, his blood boiled, and he raised his fist and shouted.

"Kill!" Everyone responded, and the Knights of the Fallen Star in the front row began to move forward.

"For the sake of Kofield." I don't know who called out a name, it was the old carpenter in the village, who had died.

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing were deafening, and the Knights of the Falling Star began to slowly accelerate, followed closely by the light cavalry.

"For Santos." A childish childlike voice shouts that Santos is his father.

"Kill!"

The horses neighed, the people roared, the speed of the charge had reached its limit, and the torrent of steel overwhelmed the sea.

At this moment, there was a furious roar from behind, and Martha, the giant bear, squeezed through the members of the knights in the front, and the bear rushed to the front. Immediately after, a slender body streaked an afterimage, stepping on the top of everyone's heads, flying onto the back of another mammoth.

"Follow me and kill the enemy." Ishara glanced back at Ruhl with a small smile.