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Woo...... Woo......

The deep, low sound of bull's horns echoed over the hunting camp.

At the front of the line, the knights, led by Viscount Curtis, lowered their helmets in unison, leaving only a pair of determined eyes to watch the surging demons outside the hunting camp.

After hearing the news that the human race was about to break out, those demons immediately mobilized in a hurry. The invective and rebuke of the abyssal language blew into the ears of the knights with the bitter winter wind.

They sat on horseback, their chests puffed out, their arms as strong as steel, holding their spears firmly. At the tip of each riding spear, the flag of its respective family flutters.

Holly, four-leaf clover, irises, shields, swords, flails, horseshoes, dragon's heads, wings...... Beautiful patterns of different shapes sway, roll in the wind, and make a whirring sound.

Without the need for impassioned pre-war mobilization or any lucrative material rewards, these knights of Ferreton were a military aristocratic class with a long tradition and deep heritage. Wherever the sword is pointed, they will not hesitate to charge with their spears, crushing every enemy to powder.

At the front of the breakout team, the pioneers were these well-equipped and well-trained knights. Behind them were other noble private soldiers, or warriors who were not so good at horse warfare - such as the three Lambatoni brothers. Their savage blood doomed them to be unable to adapt to the way of fighting on horseback. Although they are not as good at foot combat as they are on horses, if a demon approaches, they can still use the double-bladed giant axe in their hands to give the opponent a good taste.

Although the warriors flanked by the three Lambitoni brothers did not have to charge the charge, they needed to fight up and protect the noble families in the middle. Even if only one demon is missed, it will cause great harm to those delicate ladies, immature children, and the elderly.

As for the end of the team, there are other groups of ordinary servants and maids who have no combat effectiveness and no value. Although it is a bit cruel and cold-blooded to say this, there is no doubt that the loss of these people is the most bearable for the nobles.

Because they are neither relatives nor nobles of the nobility, they cannot be used as "Crimson Hunt" rituals. When necessary, they are a group that can be discarded as gecko tails.

There is no concept in the world of Telos that all men are created equal. Class is a very cold word.

However, the nobles who made the whole plan still have some conscience. Rather than taking the advice of a viscount and sacrificing these civilians as bait, Ms. Bishop chose to take them with her to break out.

Ms. Bishop clamped her legs and jumped out of the horse with the cavalry commander next to her, Viscount Curtis. Later, other knights joined them with their horses.

As the horses gradually increased, the rumbling sound of the four hooves began to join in one piece, and the ears were endless. Even if Gordon hid on the snow-capped hillside in the distance, he could hear the thunderous music.

He was even a little worried about whether the sound would lead to an avalanche in advance.

"Blade Array!" Ms. Bishop ordered.

Viscount Curtis, who was beside him, immediately picked up the horn on his chest and whined. This handsome knight, who was usually polite, raised his head and looked at the sky as he exerted his strength to make the sound of a long and steady horn spread throughout the team. His gaze seemed to pierce the blue sky, traveling back in time to the glory days of the Curtis family.

The yellow horn on its chest, with only a deep scar, was the ancestral heirloom of the family, and the last person who blew it was Viscount Curtis's great-great-grandfather. It was the year 776 of the Fourth Age, and the Four Battles were fought on the eastern gravel beach. It was at the sound of this trumpet that my great-great-grandfather was the first to rush into enemy lines, repelling the invading Northumbards, and winning the entire war.

Great-great-grandfather killed the Northumbradians; Grandfather killed lizardmen; My father fought with orcs; Today, I will use the blood of the devil to stain the flag of the Curtis family red!

The Viscount's heart swelled with infinite pride and courage. The other noble knights were just like him.

The battlefield is a great place to get your adrenaline pumping.

From where Gordon was, a torrent of metal from the knights' shining armor rolled forward, suddenly turning into a sharp arrow, straight into the hastily assembled defense line of the demons.

When the Imperial Knights attacked, they generally used a parallel formation that could maximize the power of the charge. But what they needed today was to cut through the enemy formation as much as possible and break through and leave, so they chose the edge arrow formation that was the easiest to penetrate the enemy formation.

The knights continue to add. The withered yellow blades of grass on the ground trembled with their slender bodies from the huge tremors, and the stones trembled and danced.

"Charge!"

When the distance between the two armies was reduced to thirty meters, Ms. Bishop gave the final order. All the knights suddenly activated, boosted to the extreme, and then lowered their mounted spears flat.

The people of Ferredonians could already see every spike in the armor of those thorn armors; The viscous fluid secreted from the skin of the berserkers could be seen; You can see the deformed arms of the deformed demon like crab pincers......

"Grazi!"

"Listen to me roar!"

"The storm is advancing!"

……

The noble knights shouted loudly the battle horns that belonged to their own families, and they were famous for their majesty and momentum.

Immediately after, there was a violent collision between the metal and the **, the sharp object pierced into the body, the spear broke, and the wail composed of the abyssal language rang out everywhere......

When Gordon witnessed the scene where Ms. Bishop's double sword swung forward, cutting off the two bab demons who pounced on him, he knew that this battle was probably done.

The sufficient preparation in advance, the demon was caught off guard, coupled with the strong desire to survive, so that the human side fully unleashed its combat potential.

On the other hand, on the demon side, the command is chaotic, the response is insufficient, and the hastily assembled defense line is in a hurry to collapse.

But that's not enough.

The direction chosen by Ms. Gordon and Ms. Bishop for the breakout was to the east of the camp. The terrain is relatively open, with only a small patch of sparse woods, and there is a road leading directly to the town of Andory, which is a good place to take advantage of the cavalry.

The most important thing is that the Barlow Flame Demon is no longer there.

As the highest-ranking existence in the demon army, the Barlo Flame Demon naturally stayed in the dense woods south of the camp during the day to rest. Therefore, the drudgery of camping in the east under the light of the sun can only be performed by other demons.

Now, in the face of the surprise attack of the human cavalry, the decoy demon who commanded the demon forces in the east was already a little helpless. He stood in the makeshift command post in the grove, walking around irritably, and then looked at the succubus Melenes as if asking for help.

Just now, in order to defend against the magic attack of the human beings on the Flo Demon Scout Force, the succubus magician came here from the side of the Barlow Flame Demon. But I didn't expect to encounter a big thing about human breakthroughs.

However, as for the plight of the detainted lieutenant, Melenes has no intention of helping at all.

"I'm just a succubus, not a six-armed snake demon. Four hands. Don't ask me for help about military matters. ”

The Enchanter has a total of four upper limbs. Two crab-like pincers, and the other two smaller ones are the same as humans. That's why succubi use the nickname "Four Hands" to call each other. The decoy demon who held the rank of lieutenant was not a powerful Barlow Flame Demon, so the succubus did not have the slightest fear of it.

was shouted by the succubus, but the seduction demon did not have the strength to be angry. It thought about it with its own brain, which was not very good at commanding the military operations of the group, and made a stupid but effective decision: send all the troops at its disposal, stop the humans at any cost, and then wait for reinforcements from Lord Grondall.

"Follow me, all demons, follow me!" The Enchanted Demon waved his thick pincer arms and headed for the battlefield.

"It's time for me to go, too." The succubus seemed to have foreseen the failure of the seduction, and she recited the incantation, and her graceful and hot body quickly turned into a ball of transparency and disappeared completely.

"These endless abyssal bastards!"

Viscount Curtis couldn't help but curse as he looked at the demons rushing over in waves like waves. The spear had already broken into the body of a berserker after the first charge. He was now, like most other knights, drawing his sword and slashing wildly.

Although the breakthrough was smooth at first, as the demon invested his troops regardless of the losses, the battle situation began to slowly enter a stalemate.

"There are too many enemies, if we are already difficult to advance!" Viscount Curtis shouted to Ms. Bishop beside him. Although they still maintained a complete formation and were not scattered by the large number of demons, the knight troops of the vanguard had already fallen into a quagmire, and the degree of advance gradually decreased.

Brush!

With a scream, Ms. Bishop swung her sword and slew a Kwassai demon who was intent on sneaking up. She turned her head back, just in time to see Master Lannister blow up an armored demon with a magic missile.

"Dorne, get the crossbowmen ready!"

Dorne nodded, with a "finally my turn" expression.

He raised his hand and pointed forward: "Crossbowman listen to my order, ahead, thirty meters from the left and right sides, five rounds of extended shooting!" ”

Behind Dorn, ten carefully selected crossbowmen were ordered to immediately take out the unused "daylight arrows" that had been kept in the quiver, wound them with skillful movements, and then aimed ahead and pulled the trigger.

Ten bolts whizzed out and plunged into the soft mud.

A bab watched as the bolt grazed over his head, sinking into the ground, and only the arrows fluttered helplessly.

"Hey, hey!" Thinking that a human shot was crooked, the Bab Demon cracked open his ugly mouth, laughed, and spat a mouthful of sulfur-smelling saliva at the arrow.

Then, before the smug smile could be retracted from its face, it saw a brilliant white light that it had never seen in its life...... (To be continued.)