Arrays were important to shock cavalry, but they were still far less important than speed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSo when a charging companion fell behind because of his speed, the remaining two riders could only continue to maintain their speed and break into the enemy camp alone. These two light cavalrymen, who were both skilled in combat and horsemanship, immediately leveled the mounted spears that had been missed. The tip of the spear flickered with cold light was firmly aimed at those targets not far ahead.

Although they knew that it was very dangerous, the dwarves had to stand in the way of the riders' charge. Because he has an aid on his body, he can be said to be the one with the strongest ability to resist blows in the team. In this case, it is time for the anvil, which is positioned as a shield, to take its own responsibility.

Fortunately, these light cavalry from the Brackepur family, although they also have strong arms. But after all, it is not as steady as steel as the champion riders, and the hand holding the gun will inevitably shake a little. This prevents them from accurately targeting the enemy's vital points when charging - although for ordinary targets, a high-speed horse charge alone is enough to solve the problem.

Pitch-black spears stirred the air around them, and horses' hooves flew the snow off the ground. The dwarf carried a heavy shield, and his heart beat faster than he could. Just when the tip of the spear was close at hand, a cold light suddenly flashed in the shadow where the fingers could not be seen.

After a few moments, the dwarf's shield-bearing arm hung limply, and blood spilled from under his helmet smeared his chest. At the same time, the huge gap in the armor on the left waist (if the dwarf can be called a waist) and the specks of blood tell the tragedy of the previous collision.

If it weren't for the fact that Clematis had treated him in time for a fatal injury, it would have been enough for the anvil to lie on the ground. But even so, the dwarf's shield-bearing arm was temporarily useless until it was treated with the 'Secondary Restoration Technique'.

While the arm wielding the hammer is still usable, only God knows how much power he's capable of wielding it now - in fact, even with the pain stimulus down, it's rare for an anvil to survive so far as a player.

On the other hand, the price paid by the dwarves is not without reward. The pain caused by the 'Ancient Virtue' smashing a horse's skull was far greater than Barrett's quick swing of the knife. And the light cavalry who was directly thrown forward by the war horse was even more thrown lightly at this time. Even with a layer of snow cushioning, the light cavalry still felt pain all over his body.

Years of combat experience told him that his ribs had probably cracked one or two in the impact just now. At the same time, the internal organs have also been greatly impacted, and a large area of bruises on the muscles of the whole body is absolutely inevitable. But even so, the hussar from the Brackepur family struggled to get up and continue the battle - although he had lost his horse, as a professional soldier trained for many years, he did not think that his foot combat skills would be much worse than that of horsemanship.

It's a pity that the guy fell a little too hard. Every time he tried to roll over, the muscles in his arms, legs, and waist and abdomen protested to him as if they were torn. It felt like a nail had been pierced through his muscles, pinning himself firmly into the snow.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept out of the night, and the bloody scythe silently burrowed into the chain mail. With a vigorous swing from its wielder, the scythe instantly severed the tightly clasped metal ring. The light cavalryman lying on the ground only felt a sweet throat, and then his trachea was blocked by the gushing blood.

And not far away, the light cavalry's companion was also lying on the ground at this time. At first glance, however, there were no obvious injuries on the hussar's body, except for some dark stains on the snow around his head. But even if the rider fell to the ground and died, the uncontrollable galloping horse still made the players jump for a while.

Players paid a considerable price to successfully deal with these two enemies. Fortunately, the remaining light cavalry who were stuck in the quagmire were successfully stopped by the Wyvern - the light shock cavalry without the impact force did not have a very good way to deal with such a large creature as the Wyvern.

The spears wielding in both arms collided with the tight scales of the wyvern, but they couldn't wreak havoc on the thick-skinned dragon-blooded creature in a short period of time, or even drive it away temporarily. And the claws, fangs, and flicking tails of the two-legged wyvern will pose a great threat to these light cavalry. The creature's strength advantage was enough to make the enemies it attack suffer. At the same time, Claudia, who was hiding behind the wyvern, was constantly using words to make the war horses under the crotches of these cavalrymen become 'old turtles'.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Clematis took out the 'Body Recovery Scepter' and went to the anvil, and began to treat the two extremely serious injuries on his arm and abdomen. As the light on the Body Recovery Scepter dimmed, the broken bones in the anvil's left arm began to move and dock under the power of the spell. Then, whether it was the broken bones or the torn muscle fibers, they all began to recover at an astonishing speed. At the same time, the wound in the abdomen can also clearly feel the muscles multiplying themselves.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the anvil is now largely back to normal. Although the left arm is still a little weaker than before, the abdomen does not feel so comfortable. But it doesn't affect normal function much anymore. After waving his restored left arm slightly, the expression on Anvil's face finally lost the hideous one he had before: "It really hurt just now." It's only in the game that this kind of injury can be healed so quickly! It's a pity that my shield is now completely scrapped. ”

Although the light was not very good, Klaimatis could still clearly see the shield with the anvil hanging from his arm. At this time, the large metal shield resembles a blooming sunflower, and the huge hole in the center makes it lose its basic function as a shield.

Damage of this magnitude is far beyond what can be recovered by 'secondary repairs'. If you use the full recovery technique, you can recover as good as new, but the cost is not as good as buying a new shield! Of course, it was not only the anvil's shield that was damaged, but also the armor on his body that needed to be overhauled. However, the price of equipment such as full-body armor is high, and it is impossible to change it as much as a shield like, so the cost of repair is higher, and everyone can accept it.

"Who knows that kind of thing? Maybe there really is an alternative world with rules that are completely different from ours. Clematis, who said this, patted the anvil on the shoulder, "Now that you are recovered, hurry up and go up, I still have a spare shield here for you to hold first." Barrett was right before, you really need a good shield now. ”

After saying this, Clematis shook his hand, and the 'Body Recovery Scepter' he was holding was replaced by a brand new light steel shield. Although the priest's spare shield was much smaller and thinner than the large shield originally used by the anvil. But judging from the current situation, it is better than no shield.

"In my current situation, it's better to use this." After two attempts on the anvil that had taken the shield, he immediately took a step forward and ran towards the hussars who were entangled by the combined forces of the wyvern and Claudia.

But faster than him, a cold light flashed in the shadows again. The arrows of the triangular pyramid easily tore through the oncoming air, and then leaped into the inside of the armpit that the target exposed as he swung his spear. Although the densely woven chain mail with one ring after another was light and tough, it could not stop the armor-piercing arrows shot out by the powerful crossbow, and a hole was immediately pierced.

Because of the arrow that slammed into his armpit, the light cavalry's originally raised arm subconsciously retracted due to severe pain. Immediately afterwards, because of the arrow stuck in the bone and the scratched ligament, it was no longer possible to lift it. The change in the other party immediately attracted the attention of the mage in the sky. Rielly immediately lowered her height, and then raised her hand to shoot two hot wires towards the wounded soft persimmon.

In the face of the red light falling from the sky, the rider could not bear the still moving war horse under his crotch. Resisting the pain in his armpits, he kicked open the stirrups and rolled over and fell to the snow. By rolling, he managed to avoid Rielly's falling stone. However, the tumbling motion caused the arrows to stir further inside him. At this time, the light cavalry was already in pain and was about to faint.

In the past, when facing the charging light cavalry, the noodles not only used the effect of 'breaking the enemy's arrow', but even put the opponent within 30 feet to ensure the maximum power. Although it was a big risk, it also succeeded in getting the halfling loiter's shot to blow off the opponent's head.

For those light cavalry who have lost their strengths and are stuck in the quagmire, Noodle feels that the other party's threat is not too great based on experience. That's why I didn't continue to use the precious 'Enemy Breaker', but instead used the ordinary Armor Piercing Bolt as a substitute. At present, it seems that although it cannot be fatal in one hit, it can still effectively weaken the enemy's strength.

On the other side, one of the Lucian officers, who had been hesitant, finally mustered up the courage to charge like Barrett. But the next collision made the other party understand the gap between the two sides - the strong man with a beard spurted a mouthful of blood, and the strong and burly body shook a little, and almost fell off the horse.

Fortunately, the mount under his crotch was clever and clever, and he retreated in time to get away from Barretra. The big man also hugged the horse's neck to stabilize his figure, and then took a bottle of healing potion from his belt and poured it into his mouth.

As a Lucia nobleman, the other party naturally has the means to save his life that those big-headed soldiers don't have. Although most of the exiled people in the frontier were in shabby settlements, the years of drifting were enough to provide them with a small amount of private money.

In normal times, the last destination of these small coffers would be their hometowns or the purses of their superior officers. But when these guys smelled the news of war, they immediately exchanged them for means to improve their combat power or save their lives in an emergency through their own channels.

Of course, when you are in the middle of war, you will inevitably have to pay some extra costs to buy potions and other strange things. And these small bosses have no political resources, so they will naturally suffer a big loss in price. But even if it is expensive, they have to buy it - after all, as long as normal people know, only those gold coins are meaningful if they are alive.

However, the battle with Barrett just now proved that even if these Lucia officers have some hole cards to save their lives, it is still quite difficult to defeat the enemy in front of them. This made them immediately choose to protect themselves. Even if you will be dealt with by military law after the war, it is much better than losing your life at this time. Because in Lucia's military system, the nobles would not be punished for ordinary crimes - at least they would not be punished with the heaviest punishment for their current behavior.

And the mages on the other side of the river also observed everything that happened on this side of the river through various means at this time. But while they scolded those noble officers in their hearts for being waste, they also didn't do anything themselves.

After all, mages are quite life-sparing, and their survivability on the battlefield in the early middle and early stages (before learning the 'accident technique') is not as good as that of hand-to-hand combat that can pierce armor. In addition, the attitude of some spellcasters who consider themselves superior and look down on ordinary officers and soldiers. Even after excluding the knights, most of the time it is not the lightly dressed spellcasters who decide the outcome on the battlefield.

In a sense, the determination of these spellcasters may not even be comparable to that of the junior officers they despised. So if things are going well, they may step forward to reinforce them, and when the two sides are in a standoff, they will at most beat the side drum with spells in the back, and if things are not right, it is often these guys who take the lead - of course, this is not only because those low-level officers from noble backgrounds are more disciplined, but also because they are on the front line of battle, and it is far less easy to run than the mages in the rear.

In this way, the mainstays of the advancing camp were divided and suppressed by the players, and the ordinary soldiers were demoralized because of the series of blows. The camp was in chaos due to Rielly's raid, and the forces that were rarely able to organize were unwilling to do their best because of their own carefulness.

After his companions had dealt with the remaining light cavalry, Barrett retreated under the stinking cloud summoned by Rielly. The group then fled into the woods and disappeared from the sight of the Lucia. And when Barrett looked at his character panel at the moment, he found that with the previous dragon slaying, the experience he needed to upgrade to level 10 was enough. (To be continued.) )