As the horses under his crotch and the knights guarding him began to speed up, Sir Maryland seemed to have finally found the familiar feeling of "battlefield".

The sound of horses' hooves gradually becoming neat and dense, the sound of the wind blowing on the visor, the sound became louder and louder, and the knights were silent in these sounds, silently launching a charge, and the talisman aura belonging to the transcendent knights began to spread to the surroundings, and gradually merged into a whole, enveloping the knights composed of dozens of low-level, middle-level and high-level knights, making everyone's figures hazy, and the invisible cyclone wrapped the magic in the air to form a vortex that moved forward rapidly, outside the vortex, the artillery fire was in the sky, The two majestic and terrifying beams of light were still unwavering to cut and cut through the walls of the Rock Fortress, and the knights within the vortex seemed to have taken everything outside out of their minds, and for the knights who had already begun to charge, their goal was only ahead.

Yes, this is the battlefield that Sir Maryland is familiar with, and this is the "war" that he is familiar with.

It's just that this place is still different from the battlefield he was familiar with: he was no longer facing another indomitable knightly order, no longer a line of heavy infantry and militia spearmen, and in fact there was nothing in front of him—

The nearest enemy is within charging distance.

All he could see was an open battlefield and the "Heavenly Fire" that whistled over the battlefield.

It gave him a bit of a strange feeling, he wasn't used to this kind of untouchable battle, but fortunately he still had a target in his vision—two strange warships parked on the surface of the Whitewater River, the flags of the Cecil family hunting over them, the mark of the sword and the plough representing the most glorious and oldest force in the country, and today, it was the enemy.

This has to be said to be a kind of irony and sadness, but as a knight, it is also a special honor to be able to challenge such a strong enemy.

The speed of the knights gradually increased to the limit, and after forming a charging formation, the speed of the low-level knights will also be greatly increased, and the entire team of knights who charge up will burst out with unimaginable destructive power in the process, except for a knight order of the same size, the same strength, and the same speed, only the heavy infantry protector army of the dwarven kingdom in the extreme west of the continent in this world can stop it - Sir Maryland saw that the earth on both sides of the knights was curling and cracking under the tearing of the magic vortex, Large and small sparks of energy began to jump in the air, and the magic around the knights was forming sharp arrows, which even gave him an unprecedented confidence-

What were Cecil's going to use to hold back such an arrow?

It was a salvo of more than 100 "Persuad-I" railguns.

An eerie whistling sound came from high in the air as the Knights were halfway through the charge, awakening Sir Maryland from the wonderful excitement of being immersed in the battlefield, and he raised his head slightly, and saw that one after another pale cyan magical flames were piercing the air and falling to the earth, and their landing points were on the way of the knights' charge.

Almost immediately, he realized that the officer Cecil commanding the "Heavenly Fire" was supposed to be a knight as well, and definitely a qualified knight.

These attacks that fell from the sky almost perfectly stuck the point in time when the Knights were unable to perform the dodge while charging, and the advance was almost exactly the same.

"Don't stop!" Sir shouted loudly, his voice vibrating the magic field within the range of the battle array, and it clearly reached the ears of every knight, "Raise your shield!" ”

The knights raised their protective shields and activated the knightly skill of "Armor of Glory" at the same time, a metallic halo appeared on their armor, and the same layer of protection floated outside the magic vortex engulfed by the entire charging array.

The sky had somehow become overcast, and in the gloomy light, the Knights galloped across the open battlefield, the "Calibrator Beam" illuminating the sky above the battlefield, and hundreds of pale cyan cannonballs fell from the sky like a meteor shower, bombarding their array.

The elite knights of Rock Fortress are not the same as the stragglers summoned by Count Hossman.

They are an elite force second only to the Legion of the East.

The Knights, who have fully charged and unleashed their strength to the extreme, are not the same as the careless, defenseless, scattered knights on the Gravel Ridge.

The combined battle formation they formed was as strong as a city wall.

But the city walls, even those that charge up, are after all a product of a previous era.

A deafening explosion came from all directions, and the terrifying "Heavenly Fire" tore at the magic vortex around the knights, and Sir Maryland saw the earth torn apart around it, a huge amount of rubble and dirt flew up, and the dust mist that rose into the air was filled with flashes of arcane energy, and the originally perfect magic vortex was torn apart, and some of the low-ranking knights at the back of the team barely had time to react before disappearing into the big explosion.

Now, Sir Maryland finally knows the power of those "heavenly fires" that bombard the magical barrier of the Rock Fortress.

The magic barrier must not be allowed to disappear! Once the walls of the Rock Fortress are directly exposed to this weapon, they will not be able to hold out until the barrier is restarted!

As he thought so, he couldn't help but speed up, and the knights who had been following him for many years began to speed up almost immediately—even though they were dizzy from the blast, these people who had been rigorously educated since childhood, and who had fought for years in the most hostile environments in all parts of the kingdom before being sent to the Rock Fortress, were still able to persist in such a hostile environment.

The second round of attacks was not long in coming, and this time it was more accurate and deadly than the last.

The attack was launched from the second piece of high ground established by the Cecil.

No wonder they wanted to build a second highland...... This high ground is not for drawing water at all, its role is to cover the warships on the Whitewater River-

Under Sir Maryland's armor, his face sank like water.

Efficient command, extremely high discipline, the individual quality of the individual soldier who completely crushed the ordinary noble soldiers, as well as the tactics of advancing positions through long-range weapons cover, the infiltration of the Rock Fortress, as well as espionage, intelligence, assassination, sabotage......

This is how the Cecil people fought, or rather, this is the "Gawain?? Cecil's way of fighting.

In contrast, the most "brilliant" ploy he had ever heard in the military halls of the Rock Fortress was to poison the Whitewater River......

A thought suddenly flashed through Sir Maryland's mind: the Rock Fortress may have fallen long ago, long before the Southerners entered the fortress.

He was now just maintaining the last dignity of his family's reputation.

On Heights 2, Knight Philip was watching from afar the whirlpool of magic that rolled up on the plains.

It has thinned and dimmed by at least fifty percent, but it still maintains a basic charging posture, and for a "country knight" from the countryside, this magical vortex represents almost a kind of "chivalry" that only appears in books.

But he had to continue to give the order to open fire, to smash the magic vortex bit by bit - because the ceasefire had not yet been ordered, and the two Calibrator Rainbow Cannons on the Whitewater River still needed the support of High Ground Two.

Estimating the speed of the charge, calculating the approximate advance and the desired angle of fire, he ordered a third artillery strike.

The vortex of magical power was finally extinguished, but there were still some scattered points of light moving forward in the smoke and dust, which were the light emitted by the talisman aura that had not yet been extinguished.

"Keep loading! Angle 8, ready-"

The magic network communicator placed next to him suddenly emitted a light, and the soldier next to him immediately activated it, and Philip saw Gawain's figure appear in the holographic projection above the communicator.

"Stop shooting."

"Yes, my lord."

The young knight bowed his head to accept the order, and although there was almost no change in expression on his face, he was really relieved in his heart.

Although he knew that the main reason the lord had ordered the halt to the shooting was that the enemy was already close to the banks of the Whitewater, a position where the artillery bombardment from High Ground No. 2 would most likely miss his own ships, or that even if they didn't hit directly, they might affect the focusing of the two calibrator beams.

This is the last bit of dignity left for the knights of the previous era.

The flames and explosions that fell from the sky finally stopped, and less than half of the knights who rushed out with him remained.

And it is two out of ten that have almost completely lost their combat effectiveness.

The speed of the team dropped rapidly, and the knights, who were already scarred and overdrawn by their magic power, stopped one after another, and some even fell off their horses directly due to physical exhaustion, even Sir Maryland, who was guarded in the center of the team, felt a moment of exhaustion, but he still raised his head and looked at the two huge warships that were already close in front of him, and the two terrifying beams that erupted from the warships.

The charge was over, it was a "no-enemy" charge, the knights had lost eighty percent of their lives without a single enemy, but they had finally achieved their goal.

However, as Sir Maryland continued to ride forward, and at the same time began to use all his magic to prepare to destroy the warship, a figure appeared in his field of vision.

In that instant, he realized that he had lost all his efforts—Gawain?? Cecil himself was on a warship, not in a base camp on the shore!

A coercion that could almost freeze the magic power of the low-level transcendent spread from the bow of the ship, and although the war horse under Sir Maryland was also a half-blood monster in the transcendent realm, it still trembled and stopped, and Sir could only give up the war horse and came to the river step by step.

He stepped on the water, and the surface of the water became as calm as a mirror under his feet, and he approached step by step, and saw that the traps had opened under the deck of the warship, and the "rails" of some kind of magic device poked out of the trapdoors and pointed at him.

But they didn't kick off after all.

Sir Maryland decided to make a last-ditch effort on the oath he had made, and he stopped at a more suitable distance, then drew his sword and pointed it slightly at an angle towards the legendary Founding Archduke:

"I challenge you! Bet on my life and the glory of my family in exchange for your retirement! ”

Gawain just quietly watched the man who rushed all the way from the Rock Fortress to him under artillery fire before he spoke: "Your life and your family's glory? ”

"If I fail, you can take my life, and my family and domain will also belong to you, and submit to you for generations to come, Maryland?? Ornal hereby swears that the duel is sacred and will never be violated," shouted Lord Maryland, "and in exchange I beg you to withdraw your troops today, and promise not to attack the Rock Fort again for three years!" ”

Three-year ...... The situation in the country should be stabilized in three years, regardless of whether it is the East or the royal family who wins, at least then there will be a new, unified dynasty to face the rising House of Cecil......

And more importantly, he will fulfill his oath to hold the Rock Fortress.

Gawain looked at the knight in front of him who proposed a duel to him, and it took a long time before he broke the silence: "I accept your challenge, but the attack will not end. ”

Sir Maryland looked at Gawain in astonishment, and didn't seem to react at once: "...... Why? ”

"I accept your challenge because you are a qualified knight, and I recognize and respect you as the ancestor of the Ansu Knights," Gawain drew the Pioneer Sword, and a layer of powerful magical flames began to fill the black sword, and he jumped from the bow of the ship and landed on the river in front of Lord Maryland, "And the attack will not end because of ......"

A deadly force rushed in his face, and Sir Maryland hurriedly summoned all his magical power, infused the power into the longsword and parried it horizontally in front of him, blocking the fierce blow of the Pioneer Sword.

The flaming black sword pressed heavily against the knight's sword, and Gawain stared into the knight's eyes and said word by word:

"Kid, it's a war."

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