Lothar's words are hard, but if you want to stop these evil creatures chasing Alei, it is useless to just use a declaration. The Count of Montenegro moved his limbs, raised his battle axe, and then pointed at the black shadows that were rushing in, out of the commander's habit, he wanted to say something to boost morale, but when he looked around, he found that the morale of the remaining three people did not need him to boost their morale at all.

They know what they're facing, they know what their struggle will cause if they succeed or not, so there's nothing to motivate, nothing to worry about, and they're sacrificing their lives and forgetting to die, right now!

"Our aim is to protect the cheese and not rush too far, and everyone should always be aware of the position of their companions and cooperate with each other. "With the Fool's Justice in his hands, the Count does not know whether he is telling his companions or himself.

In fact, he didn't know that if the number of opponents exceeded the number of squads too much, the so-called mutual cooperation was simply impossible, and it would be difficult for the four of them to hold the mage's quartet, not to mention that if those enemies went straight to the market regardless of it, then their manpower alone would not be enough to say anything. Now, one can only hope that their opponents don't go too far.

This has to say that the division is quite wise, demons are indeed not a good thing, but when they are used as their own side, they are surprisingly reliable. The nine demons assigned to charge at Aleiè grew in size as they ran towards the enemy, and from Lothar's line of sight, the size of the demon remained the same even though the demon was getting farther and farther away from them!

This means that the size of the demons who met Aleiel and his followers had risen to at least three or four meters tall, and some had even reached a height of seven or eight meters! Although this size was not as large as the lord-level demons who once used an entire castle as a seat, it was enough to prove that these coolies pulled by the gray robe were not simple goods, and in normal times, every one of them could become a terror for the disaster.

These are the nine demons, spitting poisonous fire lit by sulfur smoke, surrounded by unquenchable evil fire, and they all seem so powerless in the face of grassland disasters. The wall of nine tall bodies only lasted a few dozen breaths before it broke down.

One of the arms of the multi-armed demon was cut off, and the old man who flew high in the air, and the person who cut off its arm did not have the slightest nostalgia, and went straight to the market behind the demons, and in the dark it also understood that there was no benefit in fighting with demons from other worlds, and the flesh and blood that could really be called a reward were hiding in those yurts in the distance.

"Here, be careful!" stood at the front of the line with the knight in armor, his figure like an ancient tree rooted deep in the earth, and no wind could blow him down. Even if the gust of wind was mixed with suffocating poisonous smoke and sparks. No wonder it could pass through the demon's garrison, the demon's feared weapon really had little effect on it, and as a non-burner, it was fire itself.

The non-burner is one of the horror legends known to women and children on the grassland, their origin is unknown, people only know that some cremation rituals that go against the tradition will have a very small number of corpses that cannot be burned, and those corpses will stand up from the firewood with the flames still surging in their bodies after three nights of moonlight, those things are the non-burners.

And the Unburner who rushed towards Lothar was probably still a horror legend of horror legends, because it was not alone. The dark skin of the Knight of the Unburner was like ashes, leaving a large amount of ash in the air as it advanced, and under the flesh, the dark blue fire light scurried back and forth like a creature, and the fire was especially obvious in its legs, as if the calves and soles of the human body had turned into white burning charcoal!

This is terrifying enough, but under its crotch, there is also a war horse that is unique to it, the war horse has no head, the hollow cavity is burning with blue flames, and the grass that the four hooves have stepped on emitted repeated green smoke! The reason why those who do not burn become a horror story is that the land they walk on is likely to burn, and fire is definitely one of the most terrifying disasters on the grassland.

The non-burner noticed the person in front of it, there was no emotional change in its empty pupils, it had already turned into a dry corpse, and only a layer of pitch-black old skin was left with no expression, and it did not need to show its expression, this unburned corpse came with hatred for all the living.

It raised its hand and used the non-existent reins to control the acceleration of the headless warhorse, the sound of the horse's hooves slowed to urgent, and more and more ashes emanated from the charred corpses of one man, one horse and two corpses, like a pitch-black cloak. The owner of the cloak raised the scimitar in his hand, and the blade shone with the light of death!

"Batuu!" the Count, as a veteran knight, was naturally familiar with how to deal with his kind, and the heavy battle axe swung in his hand, and as Lothar turned sideways, aiming directly at the front hooves of the unburner's warhorse.

As for the reason why he called out to the falconer, it was also out of prudence. Batu, who got the hint, did not hesitate, he knew what was rushing towards them, in normal times, the non-burner, especially the non-burner knight, would definitely make him panic for a while, but now, the dark knight has nothing to make a fuss about. Bend the bow, tie the arrow, the arm, the bow and arrow, the eyes, and connect them in a line.

"Look!" The arrow that flew out had an effect beyond Batuu's expectations, the bow was still the same one, and the arrow was also the arrow he had chosen himself, but the falconer had never fired such a fast and swift blow! In fact, when he drew the bow, I don't know if it was because of excessive excitement, he didn't feel the resistance on the bowstring at all.

A swift blow, but also a heavy blow, the flying arrow came in an instant, accurately hitting the left eye socket of the rider of the Iminerator! The power of the arrow was so strong that the struck head froze backwards as if it had been hit with a heavy hammer, and then implicated the whole body!

"Poof!" The terrifying non-burner, the wandering spirit of the steppe that made so many children stop crying, was shot straight down from the hunter's horse like a dummy! This is a situation that no one expected! Fortunately, Lothar has become too accustomed to the changes in the situation on the battlefield, and the Count has already changed his tactics the moment the rider is pushed out of his mount!

He turned his defense into an offensive and rushed at the fallen enemy. And when the Unburner horse passed by him, the tip of the axe's blade gently swept the joints of the horse's front hooves, and the horse that he staggered past lost its balance after a few steps, and its headless body fell to the side, being disposed of by Atta and Kailas who rushed over.

The footsteps are very light. When I just brushed the war horse, the impact I felt on my hand was not as great as I imagined. Coupled with the fact that Batu shot an arrow that was beyond his should-be, Lothar was almost certain that their physical fitness was now much better than usual, but why?