The Dark Knight George Verrill's relief is also understandable: the Dark Forest alone can isolate a small group of soldiers, not to mention, for a hundred and fifty years, no lord has had the courage to approach, and besides, the Dark Knights are more elite than ordinary Knights.

Fast as the time passed, the day dawned, and the Dark Knight George Verrier, who was patrolling, looked at the light with some disgust - they were not afraid of the sun, but the sun would weaken their power to a certain extent.

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard outside the fog, and Georges Verrier looked out with a little surprise, he could not remember any of his colleagues coming at this time.

"Poof!" Under the attack of a sharp arrow, the Dark Knight couldn't help but be surprised, and then quickly dodged, but then, with a bloody splash on his shoulder, he was hit by the arrow.

"Enemy attack!" George Verrier let out a hoarse roar, but almost at the same time, there were several sharp whistlings, and a rain of arrows rushed into the unsuspecting soldiers, and in an instant there was a muffled sound of cutting through the skin, and four soldiers were hit by arrows on the spot, and wailed on the ground.

"Prepare for battle!" George Verrier drew his arrow, blood splattered, and the ensuing pain was so intense that he felt great relief.

There was war again, and his blood-devouring heart was boiling.

Under the blow, the Dark Legion quickly demonstrated their extremely high military quality, and soon they stabilized the morale of the army and confirmed the direction of the attack - a large number of dark soldiers emerged from behind, nearly a hundred people.

A shrill trumpet blew, and a second rain of arrows fell among the soldiers, and four more fell, and an arrow pierced the head of one of the soldiers in front of George Verillier, splattering blood and brains in his face, and then his squire brought in his horse, and he rolled over with a smirk, swift and crisp.

"Queue, concentrate, charge outward!" George Verrier roared, his order working, and ten cavalrymen behind him began to charge, and the dark soldiers followed him and rushed out.

Although there were only more than ninety people, the shouts of the collective charge shook the sky, and the eyes of all the dark soldiers were red, here, no one could withstand the crushing of the dark battle array.

Georges Verrier took the lead, and all the arrows were missed, or simply unblocked, so that the arrows broke in the solid part of the armor, and he could see clearly, and there were twenty-one horsemen on the opposite side, one of whom was a knight, and when he saw such a charge, the other party tried to retreat.

Don't think about leaving, George Verrier thought to himself, and rode after him.

The fog thinned out with the arrival of the sun, and the opposing cavalry was clearly visible, and the other party was desperately riding their horses to escape, and after turning a hilly canyon, Georges Verrier looked, and he felt the dark soldiers behind him pull away.

But he was confident that even if he had ten horsemen, he could catch up with and crush the miscellaneous pieces of the twenty-one horsemen, because his own horses were on average better than the opponent's, and the battle was higher—as has been proven by the wars of the ages.

The sharp pain in his shoulder made him lie on his horse, enjoying the fierce wind and the killing that was bound to come.

After passing through the canyon, all of a sudden, there was a "boom" sound behind him, which immediately woke up George Verill, and the eleven horsemen reined in their horses, and looked back, only to see the dark soldiers who had pulled a long distance behind them were surrounded in the canyon, and stones and wood were rolling down from the hills, as well as arrows.

The screams and wails were not even the first sounds, the instantaneous impact made the canyon resound with the muffled sound of continuous flesh colliding, and the crisp sound of bones breaking, and at this moment, more than thirty dark soldiers had fallen into the darkness.

After a few more moments, cries of pain and groans came, the hills were full of footsteps, and when I looked intently, there were nearly two hundred people on one side of the slope, and after the attack of stones and wood, and the rain of arrows, there was an organized concentration against the lone dark soldiers, and suddenly, the sound of continuous fighting, and the muffled sound of sharp swords piercing into the flesh, and even heavy war hammers smashing bones and separating the bodies......

Georges Verrier did not ride his horse to the rescue, but looked ahead, where twenty-one rode slowly and galloped towards him.

"Knight, you give your name, I'm George Verrill, the Dark Knight of Count Bremen!"

"I'm Hannette Edin, knight of Sir Ellie Lycock's hereditary lineage, and it's an honor to meet you!" The leader rode forward.

"That's the Hannett who killed Alec Clegg and Ian Madigan?" George Verrier didn't care about the killing behind him, and asked calmly, as if the screams behind him had nothing to do with him.

Fang Xin secretly admired that these dark knights, all of them were amazing warriors, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, were calm in life and death, and were not moved by external objects.

"It's time to add another one, George Verill!" Fang Xin pulled out his sword, although after comparison, he felt that even if he didn't use Jade Ruyi, he could fight the Dark Knight with his current swordsmanship, but why bother?

Jade Ruyi, who has opened the fourth star, has the power of the wind, which will surely make it more powerful.

Fang Xin immediately charged, and almost at the same time, the other party also charged, and the second platoon of cavalry began to approach rapidly.

"The blessing of the wind, the blessing of speed!" The targeted power of wishing can not only reduce the consumption of merit, but also strengthen the effect, compared to the previous method of burning merit, the loss is reduced by half, and the effect is doubled!

Suddenly, Fang Xin's horse was light, and the speed was doubled, Fang Xin roared angrily, and the long sword was cut down in an instant, which was obviously beyond George Verrill's judgment, in fact, it was precisely because of the experience of a hundred battles that killed him, he had been preparing for the rest of his life, and exploded with the greatest power at the moment of the collision, but now, ......

Blood splattered, powerful impact, cut George Verrier off, Fang Xin saw his head flying into the air, the expression on his facial features was clear, this was a face that completely refused to believe, with a blank look in his eyes.

The horses continued to charge, and George Veriller's body fell, trampled by the horse's hooves behind him, and flesh flew in all directions, spraying all the horses that galloped past......

With the help of the horse's charging power and the power of Jade Ruyi, the long sword made three long marks in the air, and the three dark cavalry fell in the air, and the cavalry behind also charged.

As a result of the charge, seven of the dark cavalry fell, while Fang Xin's side fell two, and two were wounded and did not fall off their horses.

It's not the Dark Cavalry's fault, it's just that one of the spikes is too strong.

Fang Xin's armor was also cut open, revealing a bloody wound, Fang Xin stopped holding his own team, then turned the horse, and continued to charge for the second time, this time it was directly his charge, the result was still very intense, but the other two fell off their horses, and only one remained.

A lone enemy horseman, visibly wounded, gasped, turned around and launched a final charge.

"What a good fighter!" Fang Xin's eyes became deep, he didn't say anything more, but he also launched a charge at the same time, and the long sword lit up, cutting off his head.

"Bandage all the fighters quickly, don't bleed too much, and take out the wine and sprinkle it on the wounds, understand?" Fang Xin immediately commanded, these are his elite strengths: "Also, make up for the people who fell to the ground and are not dead yet!" ”

The order was carried out at once, and twenty-one horsemen were already on the side, one was killed on the spot, three were wounded, and one of them was seriously wounded.

The uninjured squire stepped forward and took off his armor for Fang Xin, his eyes began to become full of reverence, not only because of Fang Xin's bravery, but also because of the background behind him - on the canyon, all the dark soldiers had been killed, and the cheering voices rushed into the sky.