"Formation, stop it!"

An orc squad leader pointed at Martha and shouted, before he finished shouting, he only heard a "sa", and a streamer flew in an instant, piercing his throat and cutting off the second half of his sentence.

A gray shadow flashed on the bear's back, and a sturdy Night Elf woman appeared, and that was the last image the team leader saw, and then his eyes went black, and he was plunged into eternal darkness.

It's the Mountain Walker - Isara_Night Wind!

There were enemies everywhere, crowded, Isara's eyes looked past the chaotic soldiers, and at a glance saw the banner of the Fallen Star Knights that was moving fast, and hurriedly pointed and shouted: "Over there!"

Hearing this, Martha roared, and began to rush in the direction of the regimental flag, its huge bear paw continued to smash the ground, making a dull crashing sound, getting denser and denser, and the speed was instantly increased to the limit, even faster than the fierce horse, and the people who passed it turned on their backs, and the unformed rebels were crushed when they touched it.

Martha is fast, Isora is faster, her light body is as agile as a purple swallow, flying around Martha left and right, running into a light. Feathered arrows are shot from all kinds of incredible angles, and no one can dodge each arrow.

On the watchtower of the coalition camp, Zavala looked at this scene, and her face became ugly.

Martha, the giant bear, the pet of the huntress of the past, Sain Merlin, is a third-order magical beast known for its infinite strength and super defense. Although there are many soldiers and horses in front, they cannot form a formation in the chaotic battle, and they cannot form a joint force, so they cannot be blocked at all.

"The reserves moved sideways to join the battlefield, and the headhunters retreated." Exhausted, Zavala sat back in her chair after finishing her life.

He originally wanted to fight an overwhelming war of annihilation, but then he reluctantly accepted the regional offensive and defensive war, as for now......

"Die, die, there are only a few hundred of them, and there will always be a time when they will die." Of course, this could not be said, Zavala was too lazy to command at this time, and there was nothing to command, and the current situation disgusted him.

The reserve team moved out sideways, and there was only a phalanx of headhunters left in front of the Knights of the Falling Star, and Old Barton's eyes lit up, and the time had come!

"Attack!" The sword was raised, and the Knights began to advance again.

Although the javelins of the headhunters are heavy, the Knights of the Fallen Star are all samurai with ranks, and they can be hard-connected. Now that the two sides are so close that the other side cannot shoot, the women and children in the rear team will not be threatened in any way.

However, the expected scene did not happen, and instead of attacking, the headhunters turned and ran. They divided into 10 teams, retreated 100 meters and then formed again to confront the Knights.

Old Patton let out a "groan" in his heart, raised his hand and waved to stop the troops.

Retreat, do you need to line up in columns?

Turning over and getting off his mount, Old Patton grabbed the corpses of wolves, picked them up and spun them around, and threw them towards the position between the two armies. Sure enough, the wolf corpse fell to the ground, the sand and dust flew, and the ground collapsed.

Not only the front, but the collapse stretched like dominoes to both sides, drawing a semicircle, completely enclosing the entire Bella Valley mouth. Planks were laid on the ditch at intervals to allow only the passage of the infantry, and were now being withdrawn by the enemy.

The 7-meter-wide chasm can barely be jumped over by an adult who does not wear heavy armor, but on the other side of the ditch is 1,000 troll headhunters, and this not very wide ditch has become an insurmountable line of life and death.

"Quickly form a circle to defend, the enemy will fight a war of attrition!" Old Barton, who had been awakened by a sudden start, roared and rushed back to his mount.

The knights immediately changed formation, and the attack front was disbanded, forming a circle around the women and children, holding shields and guarding.

Old Patton judged very accurately, as soon as the gap appeared, the situation of the battle immediately changed, the enemy was no longer fighting for the stronghold, began to spread out the formation and kill indiscriminately, and the most brutal war of attrition began.

Life for life, there is no tactic to speak of, and any tactic is ineffective. 3,000 orcs, hundreds of Mochizuki villagers, and at the same time fell into the Shura field!

The rear of the Knights began to be attacked by stragglers, but fortunately, the knights moved quickly and formed a complete defensive circle, which could withstand for the time being.

At the crumbling city walls, where the enemy forces were most concentrated, the orcs launched a tidal attack. The archers defending the city desperately wielded the few remaining arrows, struggling to hold on. The villagers, who had shot all the arrows, began to dismantle the logs on the city wall and smash them downward, and from time to time someone was shot into a hedgehog, and the comrades pulled out the arrows from the dead corpses and shot them back to the enemy with hatred.

In the entire semicircle, the crowd surged, and the screams of killing mixed into a huge wave that resounded in the sky.

Zavala looked at this scene and stopped talking, her face gloomy and terrifying.

High in the sky, the blood elf mage riding the Void Ray turned pale and shook his head.

Not only them, but at this moment, at the junction of the Arathi Heights and the Basin, on the steep cliffs, there was a watcher or group of observers standing at intervals. There were travelers, adventurers, storytellers or bards, and many more observers from various camps.

They were friendly or hostile to each other, but none of that mattered now, their attention was all on the mouth of the Bella Valley. Through binoculars or farsighted magic, the never-before-seen tragic picture appeared before their eyes, no one spoke, and even breathing seemed superfluous.

"Boss! Come on! "Above the bottom of the Bella Valley, the goblin Victor held the binoculars, shouted desperately, and kept jumping to his feet, counting him as the most anxious.

"Victor, your enthusiasm is not in keeping with the status of a businessman." Bloomberg said disdainfully.

Victor's eyes were reluctant to leave the telescope at all, and replied casually: "Only when the boss wins can we have business, right?"

"Fuck off!" Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Bloomberg kicked the man away, grabbed the binoculars and put them in front of his eyes, muttering, "It's my turn......"

Once he had found his target, Bloomberg opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and let out a high-pitched, piercing cry.

"The boss is about to arrive!"

Yes, after a long journey, boss, it's finally time to arrive!

"Young master, don't come." In the middle of the battlefield, Isara's glanced back, infinitely nostalgic.

There are her closest people there, her brother, Dawson, and the young master who has never appeared......

Tears blurred his eyes in an instant.

As soon as the sadness fermented, there was a sound of breaking the air ahead, and Ishara wiped a handful of tears with her sleeve, twisted her body, and turned sideways on Martha's back. In the process, she grabbed the feather arrow in her hand, and when the body was settled, the bow had been opened into a full moon and was reflected.

Sa!

An arrow through the throat!

Before the orc archer could die, he felt a gray shadow flashing in front of him, his throat was spicy, and the arrows had been pulled out from behind, and the blood was surging out, leaving only a piece of blood red in front of him.

Isara's body was as fast as a ghost, and it was only a split second that the feathered arrow was shot out again.

Man is faster than an arrow, and it is no exaggeration to say that an orc pikeman has not yet been hit by an arrow, and she has already flashed behind the opponent, and when she reaches out her hand, the blade of the sword passes through her throat, and she pulls it out and fastens the bowstring again.

Ishara did a somersault backwards, and the arrows shot out at the same time, piercing through the shield and burrowing into the chest of one of the shieldmen, at which point Martha was about to charge, and Ishara landed firmly on its back.

"The regimental flag is ahead, quick!" Ishara crouched and shouted as she pointed to the Falling Star Cluster flag not far away.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the air, although it was not loud, but it penetrated into the mind, piercing people's eardrums and pain, as if something in the sky was flying from the west at a rapid speed.