One kilometer, 800 meters, 500 meters, the front of the two armies is constantly approaching. Both groups of people stared at each other, their eyes ready to erupt with fire.

Suddenly, a yellow light flashed in front of the Falling Star Guardians, and a cheetah burst out of battle like lightning and shot at the left flank of the Crusaders. The side of the Bella Valley preemptively launched an attack, and the arduous strangulation battle in the Arathi Basin began.

"Shoot!" At the command of the crusaders, a cluster of feathered arrows shot at the cheetah. The cheetah was so agile that it didn't slow down at all, and plunged headlong into a rain of arrows, and a few dodges passed through unscathed.

"The army is not allowed to slow down, it is not allowed to turn, and the guard regiment moves to the left to meet the enemy." The Crusaders continued to give orders, and the left forward troops rushed to speed up with their mounted whips, and the left front immediately began to roll forward, peeling off layer by layer like an onion.

The cheetah approached 50 meters, kicked the ground with its hind feet, twisted violently, turned into a huge brown bear, and crashed into the still tumbling enemy formation.

With a "boom", the spears poked out by several cavalrymen were smashed to pieces, and the brown bear was wrapped in sawdust and hit headlong, and the cavalry were knocked out in response. The brown bear continued to attack, and was about to kill it again, when suddenly the crowd in front of him was divided, and a spear with flames pierced head-on.

"Blue Feather, come back quickly!" Isara shouted from behind her, and Blue Feather, who had transformed into a brown bear, swept away the spearhead with one palm, withdrew from the enemy line with the rebound force, and turned into a cheetah and ran back.

The crusader formation finally stopped rolling, and dozens of horsemen flashed out sideways with "Hulala", which was the Guards who had just surrounded the commander. Now it can be seen that these dozens of people all have the emblem of the professional union on their chests, and they are all samurai of rank.

They were a new army formed by Tudor to gather all ranks of warriors in the army and use them to deal with the Guardians of the Falling Stars. They guarded the left side of the striker, did not leave the formation, and after driving away the blue feathers, they continued to run west with the team.

Blue Feather was gone, Martha came again, and Ishara rode Martha all the way closer, raised her hand and opened her bow with five arrows, and shot one arrow after another.

Tuk-tuk.

Five arrows were blocked, and four were blocked, and only one shot through the enemy defenses and landed in the arm of a trollman. Instead of exhaling pain, the warlock raised his staff and pointed at Isara, and a cloud of black gas erupted from the top of the staff, condensing into a skeleton, and swallowing it with his mouth open with a roar.

Not only him, but as soon as the skeleton flew out, dozens of attacks came at the same time, including bows and arrows, magic, and throwing axes and javelins, covering the world. Martha ran wildly in parallel with the enemy formation, and there was no time to dodge, and there was no way to dodge, and she was immediately overwhelmed by the attack.

Just listening to a series of explosions of "boom", Martha's defense was instantly broken, and her huge body was ejected by the impact force, rolling out on the ground. The Crusader strikers whizzed by, throwing them to the back of the line in a blink of an eye.

Roar!

Martha was furious, splashed muddy water, rolled over and got up and rushed at the back. It was all ordinary cavalry, and it was suddenly a mess.

"Martha, let's go to the front." Isara, running right next to the Crusaders, no slower than the cavalry, kept firing her bow and arrows.

Airplanes......

There was a sudden sound of breaking the air in the rear, dense as a swarm of bees, and when I looked back, I saw a "dark cloud" covering it, which was the arrow shot by the Talan wolf cavalry regiment that had caught up. Ishara hurriedly jumped up, and the gray shadow below flashed, and Martha intercepted her, catching Ishara and charging forward, avoiding the rain of arrows.

With a "bang", the rain that was on Martha's body exploded, and it began to run normally, chasing forward along the crusade.

More than one layer of people, Ishara kept shooting arrows, and the arrows did not miss, but a sense of powerlessness gradually rose in her heart. There are so many enemies, it seems that they will never be able to kill, how can they be dragged down with their hundreds of people......

Ishara was in a trance for a moment, and then came back to her senses, but the rumble of the army still ringing in her ears. Shaking her head vigorously, the water droplets flew wildly, and she didn't know if it was rain or sweat, suddenly she gritted her teeth, her face was instantly distorted, and she shouted: "Martha, get closer!"

Martha roared, turned to the right, leaned over diagonally, and immediately summoned a flurry of javelins. This time, Isara no longer distanced herself, staying within the opponent's range, flying up and down to dodge, and shooting at a point shot.

One arrow, two arrows, three arrows. One ride, two rides, three rides.

The crusader array was stared at by her for a point shot, and after a few rounds, it was forced to make a gap, and the falling mounts hit the rear team and turned over on their backs. Isara's figure was as agile as a shuttle, and in the dense javelin attack, with the help of Martha's barrier, it was unharmed, and she did not retreat from the attack.

Such unscrupulous killing finally made the crusaders lose their minds, and a dozen cavalry broke away from their own formation and rushed up with a roar.

Isara's figure flashed and she was already on Martha's back, and Martha turned to the left, out of range of the Crusaders and continued to pursue. Ishara stood straight, her eyes cold in the face of her pursuers, and she killed with one arrow.

Compared to here, the front has long been inextricably fought, and the two groups of cavalry are like two trains marching in unison, speeding forward while desperately unleashing long-range attacks at each other.

Thundered!

A large fireball exploded on the shield, and a chainmail warrior hung his right hand weakly, he blocked a barrage of spell attacks, and this arm finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke.

"Norbulingka." The warrior looked at the female magician in red beside him, and reluctantly showed a smile that he thought was very charming, "Say hello first when you cast spells in the future." ”

"Huh?" Norbulingka had just unleashed an ice sword, and he hadn't figured out what was going on.

"I'm sorry, I can't protect you anymore." The warrior's expression suddenly darkened, and then, he took a deep breath, and his handsome and thin face suddenly became hideous.

"Ahh A shout overpowered the sound of explosions one after another, and the sound of hooves and claws of thousands of troops and horses, resounding throughout the battlefield.

I saw a war horse rushing out of the array of the Falling Star Guardian Group, facing the arrow magic that flew back and forth, and launched a charge with a frenzied shout. The war horse under his crotch seemed to be infected too, neighing, and he just accelerated desperately.

"No!" Hundreds of people from the Falling Star Guardian Regiment exclaimed in unison, forgetting to attack.

They forgot, but their opponents did not.

Hastily!

A feathered arrow rang out, and the silver arrow broke through his chain mail and burrowed into his chest.

"It's over" the warrior was still charging, and the shouts turned to mumble.

Another fireball flew head-on and smashed into his chest, his muttering to himself ceased, and his body shattered along with his body.

"Oh my God......" Norbulingka shuddered, tears welling up in an instant.

"Kill them all!" I don't know who roared, and the Guardians of the Falling Stars all deflected their mounts and rushed towards the Crusaders. In an instant, all kinds of attacks were smashed like crazy, and the outer layer of the pro-guard group was cut off in one round of attacks, and the screams were endless.

Immediately afterward, the Falling Star Guardian smashed headlong into the enemy formation, and launched a hand-to-hand combat like a heavy cavalry.

The warriors swung their swords desperately, slashing at everything in front of them, both men and mounts. The thief hunter drew his dagger and jumped onto his foe to entangle him in a deathfight, blood splattering everywhere. The mages wielded their magic recklessly, and after a few rounds, the magic bottomed out.

Youyou was so anxious that she was about to cry, this was equivalent to suicide, these hundreds of people carried the burden of the whole valley, and it would be over when they died!

The frenzied hand-to-hand combat lasted only a few minutes, and when an old mage was cornered and desperate, he grabbed a troll magician and opened his mouth to bite his neck. But before he could bite it, an arrow shot from behind him, hitting him in the back of the heart.

The old mage tilted his head, a flash of pain on his face, and then immediately turned to madness.

"Then let's die together!" After the old mage finished speaking, the emaciated body suddenly burst into flames and exploded!

The tyrannical magic element stirred, the loud noise was earth-shattering, and it was swept away within 10 meters in diameter, and the frightened velociraptor hissed and stopped, and the galloping troll crusade regiment stopped for the first time.