Twenty scout squads of ten men each were dispatched, fanning forward. A day and a night passed, and they still didn't touch anything of value. It's just that the vitality of this god-given grassland really amazed everyone, the grass has grown more than a foot high, and there are some small beasts that don't know where to come out of nowhere, and swim comfortably in the grass. The light rain sprinkled moistened this newly ravaged grassland, and at the same time urged the grassland to restore its former appearance more quickly.

A beast with golden spots and snow-white fur snarled at Rocat. Inger swung out his sword angrily, and the sharp blue sword light brought up a cloud of white long hair on the top of the little beast's head, cutting through countless thin long grass, so frightened that the beast grabbed its tail and rushed into a long grass with its head, and fled in a gray manner. Ingle looked at the place where the beast had disappeared and asked, "Doesn't the hurricane have anything to do with them?" or have they all been killed by the hurricane? Whether it's a person, or a corpse, there's always something to be found. ”

Rokat said calmly: "Ingle, don't worry, we will always find something." Neither the garrison of the 'Divine City' nor the criminals can be inferred from common sense. They probably didn't even get a hair hurt in the hurricane, and if it were us, we would have to wait for someone else to collect the body. Alright, brothers, get off your horse and rest, tell the war horse to eat some grass, and eat something for yourself. We may encounter the enemy at any time, and we must maintain a combat effectiveness close to the peak. Go to the thirty scout squads, take over the brothers in front, and let them come back to rest. ”

A silver knight did his job well, and the thirty scouts ate a few dry rations, found a lake and drank some water, and then mounted their horses and galloped forward. The warriors dismounted, took out the fine bacon and white flour cakes prepared by the fat lord, and swallowed them heavily. One by one, the helmets were handed over to the warriors, each of whom drank a few sips of water from them, and then handed them to their nearby companions.

Beamon pulled out a sausage from the package behind the saddle and sat down on the ground. He snorted and nibbled on a few mouthfuls of sausages, then suddenly scolded, "Damn, those sinners really don't fucking find time to cause trouble." Give us a little more effort, we can beat the Smart Empire out of the egg yolk, and when the time comes, how can we have a large territory, but now, we actually have to run to the grassland to find someone, what the fuck. A series of expletives flew out of Beamon's mouth, showing that his old man was now very angry.

Rokat grabbed two dough cakes, handed one to Beamon, sat down beside him and said, "Forget it, forget it, we will get those lands sooner or later." Shagru is not a merciful elder, but a greedy king, and we will have the opportunity to attack those nations. The premise is that we can survive this war, and as long as we survive, there is hope. ”

Beamon waved his arm, which was the thickness of someone else's thigh, and shouted loudly: "Ha, if you have strength, you can survive, and if you don't have strength, you can only die." We will certainly live to the end of the war. Hmph, when the time comes, I'll give them a little good-looking. Beamon gathered his breath, and then punched out, and a wail suddenly came from the grass beside him, and I don't know how many little beasts were shattered by his punch. The strange thing is that the grass didn't move at all, and the beasts were shocked to death by the fist wind.

Rokat shrugged his shoulders and gently raised his right index finger to his lips and shushed it. He muttered in his heart: "Beamon, this idiot, actually exposed his hidden tricks in front of so many people. Does he have to tell everyone that his true strength is a feminine fighting spirit, not the violent energy that is revealed on the outside?"

Ingle suddenly jumped high, like a big eagle suspended in the air, his sharp eyes looked at the horizon in the distance, and shouted: "Everyone prepare, someone is coming... Well, it's our scouts, they seem to have discovered something. Rocat, you see. ”

All the people stood up, and the twenty cavalry scouts also rushed to the front and reported loudly: "My lord, we have found a large number of war horses thirty miles ahead, about four thousand, looking at the size of the physique, they are all the kind of war horses specially bred by the 'Divine City'. It seems that they abandoned their horses in the hurricane and let them escape on their own. Five teams of brothers have already chased down to the northwest to see if they can spot anything. ”

Ingle shook his head repeatedly: "Wrong, all wrong." Don't tell me that after the hurricane, the garrison of the 'Divine City' will still be able to maintain the direction of its previous advance, and it will be difficult to find them if you look northwest along the location of the war horses. There will be a deviation in azimuth, most likely, they are not in that direction... What do you think, Rokat?"

Rokat was silent for a while, and suddenly he picked up a thin straw pole from the ground and threw it into the sky. The straw pole shot through the air for a while, then fell gently, pointing slightly southerly ahead. Rokat nodded slowly: "That's it, the team is moving in this direction, sending scouts to continue the search in another direction... Don't look at me like that, we don't know which direction they're in anyway, let's see if God can help, let's walk a little less. ”

Like an arrow, the cavalry of the Dragon Legion rushed in a south-northwesterly direction. Sixty small scouts, like the wind of arrows, swept across from the north, looking for the team of the 'Divine City'. However, their numbers were too small, and the area they could control was too limited, so they happened to rush between the mage team escorted by the Knights of Chaos and the main team led by Hart, and headed straight for the Rhine and their team.

Rhine and the others retreated in the direction of the southwest, they did not know that the hastily equipped cavalry of 150,000 sinners had already arrived not far behind them, and more than forty miles behind, Tu led the sinners who had been beaten badly just now and had already sat down to rest. They were given food and grass brought by the cavalry, and they were finally able to sit down and recuperate. They hadn't eaten for more than four days and hadn't rested on their two tired thighs. Tu was already yelling loudly: "Hurry up, hurry up and rest, get enough to recover my strength, I'm going to settle accounts with those damn guys, those bastards, they dare to treat us like this." ”

After the hair, Tu walked to Brad's side and asked with great concern, "Uncle Brad, is there nothing wrong with your legs?"

Brad had already unloaded the armor on his legs, and saw a transparent hole appear on his calf, strands of crimson flesh trembling and intertwining wildly near the hole, and a trace of blood plasma secreted from the muscle, smeared on the hole, and gradually filled the transparent hole. Puffs of black smoke filled the air, and soon, Brad's leg was back to normal. At this time, he replied gloomily: "No problem, damn, grab that guy, his soul is mine, I will drain the power of his soul, and then I will imprison his consciousness in my body, and let him endure the most terrible mental torture forever." ”

The grim words made the nearby sinners shudder, and Tu watched with great satisfaction as Bryde stood up, reached out and sucked a large piece of barbecue, took off his helmet and tore it frantically. Tu secretly thought to himself: "There are 150,000 people in front, hmph, those damn guys should be completely wiped out." Then, we simply rush into the kingdom of the people, destroy their civilization, and conquer their land. At least, at least, a group of women will be captured and returned to the 'Divine City', so that our tribe can multiply and grow in a short time. ”

Rhine They walked rapidly, with the support of the powerful fighting qi in their bodies, their travel speed was not much slower than that of ordinary good quality war horses, but when they encountered the 'Divine City' war horses that they had cultivated themselves and obtained after countless attempts, they could be called the best war 'beasts' in the continent, but their speed was dwarfed. If it weren't for the cavalry team chasing after them delayed for half a day to distribute dry food to them and save the wounded, Rhine and them would have been chased down.

Now, however, as soon as the sinners began to gallop their horses, the Rhine and the others were quickly overtaken. This was because the sinners were really not very good at riding, and they staggered around one by one, and almost fell off their horses, so they slowed down their horses and wasted a lot of time.

Rhine heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves behind him, and when everyone looked back, the dust rose to the sky, and a group of cavalry faintly ten miles wide rushed over. Rhine stomped his foot heavily, and drank angrily: "I made a mistake when I designed the city before, I knew that I shouldn't have left anything for them, I should have ambushed the magic crystal under the whole city, and blew them upside down... Now it's good that our horses are used to hunt us down. ”

His deputy, a high-ranking knight, asked in a loud voice, "My lord, what should we do now?"

Rhine looked ahead, and was already close to the border of the Van Empire, the northwest of the Van Empire, there were already many plateaus and small mountain ranges, and under the influence of the god-given grassland there, there were also a few hills. Rhine looked at the vague line of dirt bags in front of him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go, go there, if we can support the territory of the Van Empire, we will occupy the advantage of the mountain, and we will not be afraid of their attack." ”

Ten thousand Glory Knights rushed towards the line of hills at a rapid pace, their bodies flashing with brilliant fighting energy, and each of them reached an astonishing speed. They didn't dare to fight with those sinners riding war horses in the plains, they clearly knew the terrifying impact of the war horses cultivated by the 'Divine City' itself. A war horse, with a bayonet strapped to its body, does not need to be manipulated by a person sitting on it, and the impact of the galloping horse can make the bayonet pierce an inch-thick steel armor. And now sitting on the horses are those sinners whose fighting spirit is not weaker than their own, and even surpasses it, so they can only fight with them by virtue of the hilly terrain.

Like a gust of wind, the Rhine and the others sped forward. Gradually, the hills were approaching, and the sinners behind them were already rushing behind them. An ugly-looking sinner excitedly raised his spear and stabbed at the nearest knight of glory. What made this criminal embarrassed happen suddenly, his spear had just been pierced, and the war horse below had just taken a big stride, and his spear was raised high, and he didn't even touch the hair of the glorious knight, but his whole figure was exposed.

The glorious knight, the high-ranking knight of the first division directly under the Rhine, backhanded a sword with all his strength, and the sinner who couldn't control his war horse at all screamed, and his vain body couldn't turn into a defensive state in time, and he watched the sword qi break through his armor and penetrate his body. The strong sword aura split through his entire upper body, causing his body to fly out of the distance with a 'snap'.

The sinners in the front row launched their own attacks almost at the same time, but none of them would cooperate with their horses at all, their attacks were either too high or too low, and they all lost their accuracy completely. They were in disarray, and they were beaten by the backhand stabbing of the Glory Knights, and a rain of blood rushed out.

The leader of the sinners, who commanded 150,000 sinners cavalry, was obviously a stupid guy, and when he saw that the soldiers at the front were dying one after another, he still issued a loud attack order, completely unaware of telling the soldiers to abandon their horses and engage in foot combat that they were good at. But the people who grew up in that terrible environment in the Forgotten Continent, in addition to their survival instincts, most of them have forgotten how to march and fight, how to command soldiers, and this leader is no exception. In particular, the words of their great leader to him were deeply in his heart: "These horses are a precious treasure, and I know in the records of my clan, including those told us by Lord Brad, that cavalry is the most lethal kind of army, so you must protect them." ”

Under such circumstances, where would this chief think of telling the soldiers to give up their horses? What he thought of was: "The great leader must be right, the lethality and combat effectiveness of the cavalry must be the greatest, so let the brothers continue to charge, continue to charge." ”

The sound of horses' hooves rumbled again, and this time, it was Rocat's dragon riders who appeared, and they spotted the Knights of Glory who were fighting the sinners. However, the armor on the bodies of the criminals also has the badge of the 'Divine City', and the armor worn by the Rhine people is also the badge of the 'Divine City'. Rocat, they were all stunned, the two 'Divine City' garrisons were in the nest, what the hell was going on?

Rhine noticed the embarrassment of the sinners, and he found that for the first time in his life, these guys were on horseback. Rhine laughed maliciously, and he shouted loudly: "Brothers, go back and kill, these guys have never ridden a horse in their lives." ”

The Glory Knights woke up one after another, and they laughed wildly, look, some of those guys didn't even have saddle stirrups, they just rode on their horses bare, and the appearance of their buttocks was really ridiculous, it seemed that their buttocks and thighs had been bumped and rubbed to the ground, right? The sword flashed, the horses fell neighing, and the sinners howled and were broken into pieces.

The leader of the sinners watched angrily as his subordinates seemed to be killed without resistance, and he shouted frantically: "Damn, stand back, charge again, kill these bastards of the 'Divine City', brothers, kill them all, and we will conquer this continent." As the picture has told us, all the land, wealth, and women on this continent are ours. ”

The shouts on both sides made them immediately distinguish which side was their companion. Ingle looked at the dense crowd of sinners with a little numbness, and whispered, "Oh my God, Rocat, are we going to rush over? They, they have at least 150,000 people, how about it? I'm not wrong, am I?"

Beamon was already excitedly shouting, "Damn, Rocat, what are we waiting for, rush down and kill them, damn, kill all these sons of bitches." Quack quack, I've heard those boys of Lomat brag about how powerful the sinners are, how hard they fought to expel them from the 'City of God', quack quack, I want to see if these damn bastards are really that powerful, ha, I'm going to smash their heads than Lord Mon. Beamon impulsively lowered his helmet and mask, and as soon as Rocat gave the order, he was about to rush over.

Rokat looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him and pondered, "Do you want to join now? If the sinners really have the terrible combat power that Lomat said, we 10,000 people will just go to die." Every army with the strength of the Golden Knight or above is something that our 10,000 people can't resist at all. However, it is indeed the garrison of the 'Divine City' in front, the Knights of Glory, or the team of Rhine who saved General Lei's life, and the garrison of the 'Divine City' directly under the Van Empire. If we don't save ourselves when we see death, will these officers and soldiers of the Dragon Legion complain to the top? ”

Rocat didn't need to think about it, under the order of the leader of the sinners, the cavalry of hundreds of thousands of sin people retreated in a disorderly manner, and they retreated under the fierce attack of the Knights of Glory. The plan in the head of the leader of the sinners was this, since his number was so large that the soldiers were too crowded to wield their weapons with air strikes, then retreat and rush over to crush these damned enemies.

The brains of single-celled creatures were so cute, and he had no idea how difficult it would be for the already crowded cavalry to retreat backwards. When they saw Rhine's team just now, these sinners were like flies of blood, and they pounced on them desperately, squeezing one by one, pressing one by one, so that the horses that sat down had no room to turn around. Now he ordered all the warriors to retreat, and then charge to kill the Rhine, which was completely impossible.

The sinners turned their horses, but they could only wait for their companions to ride away before they moved their horses forward. But they all forgot that, like mad tigers, the Rhine, who had already made up their minds to die, was scraping the flesh and blood of their companions like a hundred sharp knives. The sinners in a disorganized formation, on the back of their unfamiliar horses, were cut down like dead trees by the glorious knights who formed the charging formation, trampled under their feet, and then relentlessly reinforced.

There were about two thousand glorious knights who climbed onto their familiar war horses, and they excitedly struck at these self-trained war horses and pulled their reins. With a little exertion of their thighs, the horses neighed excitedly, as if their bodies were their own, and moved according to the will of these glorious knights. The front legs of the horses were raised high, and then they fell heavily to the ground, and the bodies of the Glory Knights were also raised high in the air, and then fell with the horses. The blade of the sword in their hands, the blade with white light, with the strength of this powerful fall, split the sinners in front of them into two pieces, but did not hurt even a single cold hair of the war horse they sat on.

More and more knights of glory climbed onto their horses, and they were already as familiar with the horses as if they were their own bodies. Driven by them, these horses flexibly sprinted back and forth in a small area, giving their knights the maximum impact blessing and inflicting terrible damage on the sinners in front of them. One by one, the sinners screamed and fell. They did not understand why their horses were jumping up and down so disobediently, while the enemy was on their horses as if they were standing on flat ground.

The formation of the sinners was in great disorder.

Rokat saw everything clearly, and he roared loudly: "Dragon... His two-headed iron spear was raised high, flashing like a meteor in the glow of the setting sun. The 10,000 dragon knights behind him howled frantically: "Dragon." ”

With a thunderous howl, Rocat, Ingle, and Beamon, like three spearheads, each led more than 3,000 heavy cavalry, like three vicious dark arrows, and stabbed into the weakest point of the sinner's cavalry brigade, that is, where their horses were messed up with their heads against their buttocks, and their stomachs against the thighs of the other cavalry.

The first thing that shone out was the terrifying blue light of Ingle's 'God of Slaughter'. It was blue, so blue that it seemed to absorb all the light and soul of the strange Limman. A terrible 'sizzle' sound appeared in the air, and the 'God Butcher' trembled, and from the tip of the sword, a twenty-foot-long sword light roared out under the urging of Ingle's full strength. The invincible primeval divine weapon exerted his terrifying power, and what he touched was a slash in two, and there was no longer any suspense.

The bodies of those sinners flashed with blood-red light, and they raised their weapons to meet the blue sword light that rushed in front of them, as if they were like lightning, but the cold bone marrow feeling came with the sword light, their weapons were broken one after another, and their fighting spirit could not resist the terrible destructive power of the 'God Butcher', as if they were torn in half like tofu, and their armor and bodies were shattered like pieces of paper under the double blow of Ingle's fighting spirit and the power of the 'God Butcher'.

The black hurricane reappeared on the god-given grassland, but this time, the scope of the hurricane was much smaller, but it only covered a radius of more than thirty feet. But the power of the hurricane was even more powerful, so strong that the person who was hit by him was absolutely shattered and flew out. Beamon cheered loudly with excitement, and the iron rod in his hand was like a demonized dragon, rolling up a biting cold wind, rolling up countless black dust, covering the cavalry of those sinners. Many of the horsemen had not yet turned their horses' heads, not because they did not hear Beamon's call, but because they did not know how to turn their horses around quickly, and they turned their backs to Beamon, and were struck on their bodies by Beamon's iron rod.

'Papa Bright red blood flowed from their orifices, their mouths wide open, and with their last cough, they spewed out fragments of their internal organs that had been shattered. Beamon howled frantically: "Who dares to stop Lao Tzu? Brothers, kill... Kill one, Lao Tzu himself will pay for a copper child, quack quack, these sinners are worth this price. Ha ha... ”

The cavalry of the Dragon Legion laughed maniacally, their spears clenched tightly in their hands, as if they rained down on the sinners in front of them. The whistling spear had terrifying penetrating power under the sprint of the war horse, and thousands of criminals had no time to lift the fighting spirit in their bodies, and they had already been stabbed to the ground by this forest-like spear. Even those sinners who raised their fighting spirit, the war horses they sat on were beating wildly, so that their bodies were thrown high and low, and they were simply picked up by spears, and flew away with strange screams.

The leader of the sinners panicked, he could see that the soldiers of the attacking Dragon Legion were simply as strong as garbage, except for their officers, who had a strong or passable fighting spirit, the other soldiers did not have any fighting spirit at all, but only had strong physical fitness. But how could they kill their subordinates so easily? Seriously injure their subordinates? If those idiots were unprepared, it would be fine, but some of the warriors who had already shied with fighting spirit on their bodies were still being picked up high, what was going on?

Rokat was not in a hurry to join the battle group, he shouted loudly in the direction of the Rhine: "Which Lord of the Knights of Glory is here in front? ”

Rhine laughed loudly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered in a low voice: "Strange, I'm not surprised that Ray is the commander of the legion, but if he sends people to reinforce him, is there only 10,000 people?。。。 Damn Shagru, you've sent a great army to suppress the rebellion. However, it's hard to say that your decision is wrong, if we don't have a solid rear, it will be really difficult for us to continue the war!" Rhine shouted loudly: "I, the Lion Knight of the Glory Knights, Rhine is here... Brothers in front, you work harder, break out of their formation, these enemies are vulnerable... How many of you came? 300,000 or 400,000?"

Rokat shouted knowingly: "Tell Lord Rhine, all the eight million troops of our Vatican Empire's Five Beast Legion are behind, about ten miles away, and we are the vanguard troops. After a while, the army will completely surround them ... Kill, kill, kill. Rocat's body flew into the sky, the two-headed spear spinning like a flywheel, and the cyan meteor-like air whistled and slashed down. Rokat screamed: "Look at my Rokat will kill you, 'Starfall'." ”

The meteor-like roar roared and bombarded the area, enveloping the area of more than two hundred sinners who were scrambling to straighten out their horses, or screaming for their companions to get out of the way and put their weapons in order. About 2,000 cyan rays of light struck the bodies of the sinners, and their bodies trembled heavily, and then they saw their armor shattered completely, and their bodies slipped off their horses like boneless flesh and skin.

The sinners had begun to panic, and their leader was now in a battle with Beamon, and there was no chance to give orders for a while. And the strange command method of the army of the criminals, that is, there is only one leader in a team, and few others can speak, similar to the army organization model of primitive tribes, makes them lose their backbone. An aura of panic, panic, and bewilderment enveloped the entire ranks of the sinners. They don't know how many enemies there are, how they should fight, and what they should do now.

Listen to the enemy who flew in the air, the enemy has an army of 8 million behind? 8 million, what kind of terrible number is that, how many people are there in his whole clan? Really, what a terrifying number. Eight million people? Are there really so many people in the back?

They were squeezed to death, and only about 10,000 sinners galloped out, but they could no longer find the object of their attack, the Knights of Glory had already mixed in with the ranks of their companions, and their leader had not yet had time to give them new orders. The criminals who were still in the melee group had completely lost their dispatch. The sinners who came into contact with the Knights of Glory and the Dragons were unable to attack the enemy on their horses, especially their weapons, which were all long and heavy, and could not be deployed in such a dense environment, unless they wanted to break the blood of their companions.

The sinners on the periphery, seeing that the warriors of the Knights of Glory and the Dragon Legion were carrying out bloody killings against their compatriots, angrily squeezed inside, and the result was that the melee warbands were even closer, and the sinners were even more unable to wield their weapons.

The Knights of Glory had used swords, and the Dragon Knights, having already thrown their spears, had already drawn their sabers and slashed at their necks after killing and wounding a large number of enemies. The sinners watched in a panic as the sword and sword shadow came at them, and they couldn't understand how they should fight back now. If they abandon their weapons now, with their strong fighting spirit, they can shoot those ordinary warriors of the Dragon Legion to death like ants, but, but... The more than 100,000 years of hard work on the 'Forgotten Continent' have made it impossible for them to emotionally accept the act of discarding the first metal weapon in their lives.

You can't throw away weapons, this is the first metal weapon you have ever gotten in your life, and such a weapon made of metal is a treasure that no patriarch can get in the previous clan, so how can you just throw it away? A kind of inexplicable psychology makes these criminals can only use the long weapons in their hands indiscriminately, on the back of a stormy horse, to resist the enemy's stormy and pervasive attacks.

Rhine laughed coldly, and he said gloomily: "The hearts of these guys are starting to mess up. When they heard that all the Five Beast Legions were coming, they really thought they were serious? Hmph, they don't know equestrianism at all, do they dare to fight with our horses?" Rhine's golden fighting spirit swept out, and the two sinners in front of him were violently killed, and the long sword slashed out with all his strength again.

The fighting spirit on the sinners flickered, and they finally began to exert their strength, but their movements were still so clumsy, they could not control their bodies on the horse at all, nor could they use their long weapons on the horse, they could only barely use their weapons to resist the enemy's attacks.

The Knights of Glory didn't pay any attention to their formless resistance, and the long sword poured down on them like a rain of light, and the blood arrows flew high and high under the high pressure of the fighting spirit in the bodies of those criminals. The soldiers of the Crazy Dragon Legion began to be frightened, how could every enemy in front of them have such a powerful fighting spirit? In addition to the officers of the team leader and above, they could also inflict damage on these enemies, and the continuous heavy attacks of ordinary soldiers were all stopped outside their fighting qi shields.

The guilty people had already begun to smash indiscriminately, and their long weapons unsurprisingly smashed their companions' heads and blood, and shouted and cursed, but they also smashed the dragon warriors in front of them one by one, and they were smashed into meat sauce along with the war horses they sat on.

Rokat saw the reversal of the battlefield clearly, if he couldn't force the enemy back, then his more than 20,000 people would be here. He looked in the direction of Beamon, the great leader of the sinners was colliding with each other like a madman with his weapons, and a huge noise came out of his mouth: "Damn, don't run if you have the guts, look who dies here today... Brothers, keep killing me. Around the two of them, there was already a range of more than fifty feet, and no one dared to approach.

Rocat gave a sharp whistle, and pointed his spear at the leader of the sinners. He could tell from the roar coming from the mouth of the leader of the sinners and the nervous faces of the onlookers that his identity was important. Ingle, who was frantically slaughtering those criminals with the power of the 'God Butcher', heard Rokat's whistle and saw the figure that Rocat's spear was pointing at. He smirked, and like an eagle shrouded in blue lightning, he swooped down on the leader.

A sharp voice came out of Ingle's mouth: "Beamon, get out of the way, let me play with this guy... That's what Rokat said. ”

Beamon jumped out of the battle group quickly, and smashed the brains of the two nearby criminals with a single stick. When the leader of the sinners saw Ingle flying towards him, he jumped up excitedly and shouted loudly, "Okay, come on... ”

The blue light flashed, and the leader of the sinners stared blankly at the fact that his weapon was broken in two, and his left arm was slashed off shoulder-high. He yelled in pain. And Ingle, who had already duly cried out: "Brothers, the heads of the sinners have been defeated by me, work hard, and we will kill them... Hold on, everyone, and the army will arrive soon. ”

As if to cooperate with Ingle's words, the scout team they sent out rushed over one by one, with a loud battle cry from their mouths, as if they were thundering.

The leader of the sinners covered his wounds, and his fighting spirit instantly sealed his wounds, and he shouted in a little panic: "Brothers, retreat, retreat... ”

He comforted himself with a good reason: "What the big leader said, protecting the war horse is the most important thing, and I am doing what he says." ”

The sinners collapsed in an instant, and they flapped their horses in panic and retreated in the direction they came...

Rhine flew into the sky, the long sword in his hand shining with a dazzling golden light in the dim sunset, and he commanded loudly: "Brothers, catch up and kill them." ”

With a shout, the Dragons and the Knights of Glory rallied their horses and screamed as they clung to the fleeing sinners.

In a short period of entanglement, the criminals inexplicably left behind the corpses of more than 10,000 people, and the soldiers of the Dragon Legion, in the indiscriminate counterattack of the criminals, were easily killed more than 7,000 people, the only thing to be thankful for is that the criminals did not have the overall situation to find out how many enemies they had killed.

The sun went down, and a neat team of more than 10,000 people chased a chaotic team of more than 100,000 people, and killed them frantically.