Aditya Continent, the kingdom of Rick.

From Baanville to Brass Pass, this land ravaged by the rebels is left with only scorched earth all the way. This group of rebels who marched from the south were like locusts in transit, burning, killing, looting and abusing everywhere they passed, so that the nobles of the same camp were quite complaining, but they did not dare to say much because of the prestige of the prince.

The brutal prince seems to want nothing more than the crown.

As for what would eventually become of the kingdom that was about to be ruled by him, he never seemed to have thought about it.

On the shore of Saysay Lake, there are many flags, and the cold light of swords and armor flickered, even covering the sparkling surface of the lake.

Legend has it that it was here that the Terran hero Evan Gondar received the sword from the Elven Empress, slew the doppelganger of the god of terror on the day of the decisive battle, and sent his body to rest in the lake.

Two thousand years later, the Gundar family crest no longer shines, but the epic has been sung by countless bards and regarded as the supreme glory by the descendants of the Gundar family. Even if they had fallen to the point where they had left the Norren Continent and become vassals of the Rick Kingdom, this glory had never been forgotten by his descendants.

"How many rebels are there?" Riding on a white horse, Serres Gondal slowly paced to the front of the formation, removed the monoculars hanging from the saddle, and took a cursory glance at the enemy line on the other side of Lake Saysay.

"50,000 people...... Maybe more. Riding a horse and following Gondal's side, the heavily armored Viscount Lester squinted his eyes and looked in the opposite direction, "The situation is not good for us, the rebels have taken Baanville at almost no cost, and we don't even have time to build decent fortifications here. ”

"That coward......"

"Yes, that coward," a trace of disdain flashed in Viscount Leicester's eyes at the thought of that man.

It is a shame for all the nobles of the Rick Kingdom to give up the territory given by His Majesty the King and hide in His Majesty's court to cry their noses and be in the company of such people.

"What about the Earl? How I didn't see him. ”

"Father's body is no longer suitable for leading the army to fight, this time the marshal of the kingdom is the Duke of Longfellow, I just brought two thousand spearmen to replace my father here to respond to the call of His Majesty the King." Viscount Lester shrugged his shoulders, looked at his friend, and said with a smile, "What about you?" What is it like to fight the rebels in the place where your ancestors are buried? ”

"I don't feel anything, I'll let Gondal witness my prowess." Seres said in a relaxed tone.

"I'm looking forward to the hero's performance." Viscount Leicester made a knightly salute.

"I won't disappoint you."

Seres Gondal raised his right fist, touched his breastplate, stepped on the stirrup, and headed in the direction of the barracks.

The moment of tranquility soon ended.

After two rounds of tentative attacks, the rebels' formation began to change, and although the serfs standing in the front row were still trembling with iron forks, behind these serfs, infantry in light armor and even heavy armor had begun to appear.

Riding on horseback, escorted by an entire army of knights, the Duke of Longfellow and his banner appeared in front of the coalition forces. The silver and white exposed under the helmet is no longer as heroic as it was back then, but the tough body still stands on top of the heavily armed war horse, like an unfailing city wall.

"Ready, all ready! Light the campfire and wind the ballista! The archer took five steps forward,"

The rough voice echoed through the front lines of the battlefield, and all the soldiers, sappers, and even the farmers and servants who had been improvised from nearby estates, were busy under his orders.

The sappers hurriedly shook the wooden wheels, wound the ballistas, and placed the stone projectiles in the bags made of animal skins. The servants in the front row lit the asphalt on the ground with flint and hurriedly retreated, and the archers unhurriedly drew their arrows, stretched the asphalt-stained arrows to the ground, and then set the arrows on the ground under the marshal's command, and pulled them into a full moon.

"Shoot the arrows!" Duke Longfellow roared.

The roaring rain of fire flew in the air, accompanied by the burning stone bullets, like an overwhelming rain of fire.

With hoarse shouts to dispel the fear in their hearts, the cannon fodder troops that rushed towards the positions of the Kingdom Coalition Army were instantly crushed under these flying fire arrows.

These rockets are slightly less lethal than conventional arrows, but they have an unbeatable effect on morale.

Especially for these untrained conscripted peasants, the experienced generals would not give them the opportunity to disrupt the formation at all, and a single volley was enough to scatter them and flee, thus stumbling in the footsteps of the enemy.

After seeing the defeat of the cannon fodder troops, the formation of the rebels also changed. The heavily armored infantry stepped forward, their iron swords slamming into their shields in unison, and the sonorous sound of metal striking drove away the fleeing serfs, forcing them to hold back the momentum of the rout and continue to move forward with the coercion of slaughter.

There was a solemnity in Duke Longfellow's expression.

From the group of heavily armored soldiers who stepped forward, he saw a warrior dressed in black full-body plate armor, and the poisonous snake on the red banner with a sword and spitting letters. They have a fearsome name, and that is "butcher's knives".

This was Prince William's private army, and although it was only five hundred men, it was invincible on the battlefield. According to rumors, Prince William spent 10 million Swiss silver to build these 500 black iron armor, which was even enough money for him to build a four-tower castle on the plains.

However, the most puzzling thing is where he got the 500 warriors who can carry hundreds of kilograms of heavy armor.

Even if they are master knights, there are very few people who can support such a weight of heavy armor, let alone under a horse.

"Lancers ready!" Duke Longfellow drew his sword and roared loudly, then turned and said to the knight's squire behind him, "Let Sir Kevin prepare, the kingdom now needs his bravery in the arena." ”

"Sir Kevin's horse sprained his leg and may not be able to play......"

"This damn coward, I knew that this kind of horse-walking idiot can't be trusted." Duke Longfellow scolded and glanced around at the knight next to him, but several knights who looked up at him lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

Afraid of Prince William's undefeated name, no knight dared to stand up.

At this moment, a knight on a white horse stepped forward, his shining spear in his hand. Holding in his right hand was the legendary unbreakable shield with the family crest of the Gondar family engraved on it.

Longfellow was stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly.

"Seres Gondar, would you lend the Emperor's bravery to His Majesty."

"Under the gaze of my ancestors, I will return victorious."

The right fist struck the helmet, and the hollowed-out iron mask fell, blocking Serres Gondal's face, and without too many words, the young knight waved the reins and, with the neighing of his horse, rode away.

"Woo——!"

The dull sound of trumpets and the beating of war drums made it possible for the rebel front to press forward on all fronts.

Serres Gondar raised his cavalry spear in his hand, and more than 400 cavalry led him around the rebels' flank. The two lines were no more than fifty meters apart, and after the last volley, the archers began to retreat and use projectiles to suppress the opposing rear.

At the same time, the archers of the rebels loosened their bowstrings, and arrows rained down in the air, nailing to the shields and armor of the front-line soldiers. From time to time, the front lines of the Kingdom Coalition were shot by arrows, but soon new soldiers came forward to fill the gaps.

"For the king! For Your Majesty! ”

"God the Father, God bless my king!"

"Kill ——!"

The deafening shouts of killing resounded on the shores of Lake Saysey, and fierce sparks erupted from the collision of swords.

Faith and loyalty turned into the most primitive killing, and the two sides fought fiercely for the crown under the watchful eyes of the human emperor Evan Gondar. The cold light and flesh flying, and the hot blood sprinkled on the face makes people forget the soreness of their muscles for a while.

A spearman pierced the rider's chest, but was quickly sliced off the skull by a short axe chopped from the side. A swordsman knocked the onrushing soldier to the ground with his shield, and was about to mend his sword when he was shot through the eyebrow bone by an oncoming arrow.

With a loud shout, Seres led his cavalry into a charge flanked by the rebels, their banner-tethered mounted spears piercing the rebel soldiers' armor.

Dropping the broken spear, Seres drew the long sword at his waist and swung it to slash and slash. At this moment, his outburst of bravery was indeed worthy of the name of other people's queen descendants, and in an instant, more than a dozen rebel soldiers died under his charge, and then more than a dozen rebels fell under his sword.

Four hundred lancers were like sharp knives, moving on the rebels' flanks to tear a bloody wound.

The soldiers in the rear began to attack along the gap, the rebel formation began to crumble, and the balance of victory began to tilt in favor of the kingdom.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden miserable wail ahead.

I saw a phalanx of hoplites dressed in black armor, suddenly fighting out of the rebels' formation. Like a puppet manipulated by witchcraft, a soldier whose face is obscured by armor wields a half-man-high heavy sword in his hand. Where the blade of the sword swept, the stumps and severed arms flew wildly, and in an instant, Viscount Samell's conscripted infantry fell like wheat.

It's a butcher's knife!

Serres's mood sank suddenly, and he kicked the stirrup violently, and was about to rush to help.

However, at this moment, not far from him, there was a roar of rage.

"Roaring ——!"

I saw a four-meter-long giant, wielding a thick blade in his hand, and people turned on their backs wherever they passed. The steel holster covered the ugly face, revealing only the eyes and nose, the white mist like a wild beast's assault, and the horizontal flesh exposed under the armor was shocking.

Is this guy still human?

Serres thought to herself.

"It's Quinn the Slayer! The butcher of Brass Pass! Screaming in terror, the soldiers with spears trembled and did not dare to step forward.

With such an inhuman opponent as an enemy, even a master knight like Seres can't help but beat a drum in his heart. Place the meat. The body has been tempered to this extent, I am afraid that it has already stepped into the realm of demonic beasts by humans, and in the face of such an opponent, unless it is a sword master who has stepped into the holy rank with martial arts or a dragon knight who controls a flying dragon, perhaps only a wizard above level 3 can defeat such a monster.

Seres clenched his rifle in his hand.

He could clearly feel that in front of such a monster, the war horse under his crotch was trembling.

As far as riding is concerned, with his riding skills, he is only one foot away from transcendent sainthood, but as a knight, there are many things that cannot be achieved by constantly honing his riding skills. Compared with swordsmen, knights need more financial support and a certain degree of opportunity in their cultivation. Normally, there are only two ways for knights to step into the Holy Order, either to control the legendary dragon species and become a dragon knight soaring through the sky, or to become a paladin with the baptism of holy light, or to awaken the power of the bloodline......

Suddenly, he saw the banner of the Viscount of Leicester!

Seeing that his best friend was in danger, Seres gritted his teeth, couldn't care so much anymore, set up the riding gun in his hand, and killed in the direction of the giant.

The wind was cold, and he seemed to have smelled the foul snort.

The spear in his hand stabbed straight into Quinn's chest.

However, to Serres' surprise, just as he was only ten meters away from Quinn, the horse under his crotch suddenly let out a piercing neigh, and his front hooves were raised high, stopping the momentum of the charge.

"Windsor, damn it! What are you doing! ”

Serres, who was almost thrown off his horse, stabilized his figure, angrily grabbed the reins and kicked the stirrup.

However, no matter how much he urged, the war horse under his crotch refused to take a step forward, but shivered and retreated.

The giant's gaze came from under the iron mask, as if it were coming from the endless abyss.

Met the line of sight with the blood-red pupils, and Serres, who was standing on the horse, only felt a chill all over his body.

He finally understood now why Windsor, who had always been docile and brave, didn't dare to move at this time. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't ...... at all

The fear that penetrated deep into his bone marrow was like witchcraft, blowing away his courage......

Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

Serres felt as if he had been hit by a boar on his shoulder, his armor torn like tissue paper, and then he saw himself flying.

The gaze swirled.

He saw himself clearly, the horses under his crotch, the defeated soldiers behind him, and the Viscount Leicester who was crying his name sadly, and the burning flag of the kingdom......

With the soft sound of the bell, his consciousness came suddenly, and his pupils lost their luster.

Behind him, the coalition forces of the kingdom began to rout......