Between the foothills, guns rang out.

But it didn't take long for the shouting to stop abruptly.

After a short period of contact, the enemy forces retreated like a tidal wave.

This is already the third time today.

Looking at the enemy forces in front of her who had retreated after launching an attack, Cilita frowned, but she could only let them go.

Now that Sardiniaburg is getting closer, the surrounding roads are getting rougher and rougher, which places great limits on the deployment of artillery and the lethality of firearms units. In particular, musketeers, if they could not shoot on a large scale, had extremely limited ability to strike at the morale of local soldiers.

The other side also apparently discovered the disadvantage of flintlock pistols and smoothbore guns attacking in a straight line, so they did not make contact with reinforcements from Boulder City in the open at all, but chose those places that were least suitable for engagement. Cilita knew exactly what they were thinking, nothing more than to delay their own progress by constantly skirmishing to buy time for the rebels besieging Sardinia.

Gear up and get back on the road.

After passing through the rugged terrain, a slightly flat hillside suddenly opened up in front of everyone.

Suddenly, Cilita's face changed slightly.

I saw that between the rocks, the spears were like forests, the shields were like walls, and the rebels under his command led by Calel formed a neat formation, and rarely did not adopt the strategy of harassment, but chose to meet the reinforcements of Boulder City head-on.

I vaguely felt that something was wrong in my heart, but I had no choice at this moment.

Celita drew the sword of Gondar at her waist and shouted majestically.

"First column, forward!"

There are no superfluous words, and no one wants to waste that tongue when they know that it is impossible to surrender the other party.

Just behind Cilita, the sound of the hilt of the sword slamming the shield echoed through the mountains, and the imposing soldier raised the shield in his hand, followed the guidance of the standard-bearer, and steadily advanced in formation. The closer you get to the enemy's line, the quicker your steps become, and the fearlessness is written on everyone's faces, and even the souls of the cowardly are washed under the light of the Father.

Until the two sides were only ten steps away, the shouts of killing suddenly resounded.

"Kill !!"

Jin Ge collided, and the sound of fighting echoed in the foothills, and every inch of the sword shadow slashed was a piece of blood. The cavalry on both sides went out together, fighting on the flanks into a bloody storm, and Celita, dressed in knight's plate armor, personally rode forward, and the sword of Gondar in her hand stabbed and slashed on the battlefield, and in less than a few breaths, more than a dozen cavalry were cut down by her to the ground.

"I'm afraid this strength is already the pinnacle of a master knight," Standing behind him on horseback, Coral clenched the riding spear in his hand, his expression full of gloom.

His strength is only just past the master level, and he is only slightly stronger than Gessalen. He didn't think he could hold off Cilita's onslaught, especially the sword of Gundar, which was as sharp as clay, as if any weapon or armor was like papier-mâché in front of it.

Seeing that the formation of his own soldiers was collapsing, Karel suddenly turned around and yelled.

"How long will you have to wait! Rush over! Slaughter them! ”

The roar was silent for a moment, echoing through the foothills.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the distance.

With the sound of footsteps shaking the earth, the roar in response to the roar gradually approached the battlefield.

"Roar——!!!

The two sides were fighting fiercely, and suddenly on the flank of the rebel formation, a tall figure appeared in front of Cilita's eyes. When she saw the fat body that was three or five meters tall, Cilita's blue pupils suddenly contracted, and the sword of Gondar in her hand was clenched, and a cloud of anger ignited in her heart.

"Damn !!"

That William, actually an ogre made a deal!

Colluding with banished Chaos creatures......

With silver teeth clenched, Celita rode into the battlefield and slew the nearest ogre.

"Roar!!

Noticing the diminutive human rushing towards him, the ugly-faced ogre roared loudly and swept the mallet in his hand in the direction of Cilita. If this mallet is struck, even the city wall will have to be smashed out of a hole.

A flash of silver light flickered, and Gondar's sword came out of his hand, piercing the ugly skull.

Pierced through the skull by the cannonball-like sword, the ogre was instantly killed, and the mallet in his hand swept over the head of the short dodging Cilita by inertia, and his unbalanced body fell to the ground.

Before it could fall to the ground, Cilita took advantage of the situation and pulled the sword of Gondar from its skull, and slashed at the other ogre without any delay, and slashed out with another sword, directly cutting off most of the ogre's right leg.

"Roar!!

A roar of pain rang out, and the ogre fell to the ground with a bang, hacked to death by the soldiers who surrounded him.

There were cheers behind her, and Cilita gasped slightly.

Looking at the ogre in front of her, her right eye closed slightly, and her whole body power poured into her hand, and the inscription printed with the sword of Gondar emitted a faint cyan shimmer.

With that heroic shout, the sword of Gondar drew a brilliant light in the air, and the huge sword wind blew the surrounding soldiers unsteadily, and where the wind blade swept over, two ogre heads flew up.

The morale of the militia was greatly boosted, and the morale that had been severely defeated by these monsters gradually recovered.

However, glancing at the position behind the rebels, Cilita's brows tightened, and there was a bit of solemnity written between her eyebrows.

There are too many of these ogres.

Even with her strength to liberate the Holy Order of the Chosen One, it would be of no use to be able to use one as a hundred on the battlefield. The ogres were a massacre in the face of an unprepared militia, and the thick mallets wielded wantonly, without even needing to aim, could lead to a bloody storm. The poor armor on those militiamen couldn't resist even a moment, and they were smashed into a pulp in an instant.

Suddenly, Celita's face turned pale.

Behind the army of ogres, she faintly saw a guy with a fatter body and two heads. If she remembers correctly, the ogre with two heads usually holds the positions of elder and priest in the ogre tribe, and the adult two-headed ogre often has the strength of a one-star wizard, and is proficient in voodoo spells and strengthening spells, and plays an even stronger role on the battlefield than a two-star wizard who is proficient in damage sorcery!

Vaguely, Sirita saw that the ogre mage seemed to know herself, and her two heads smiled at her.

"Kill! Kill them all! Hunt those lambs and crush them! Captive! Make it dinner tonight! ”

With that strange cry, scarlet light floated from the wooden staff in the right hand of the two-headed ogre, and the algre warriors who charged into battle, the mallets in their hands seemed to have wings, and the speed of the swing became more and more violent.

"Abominable ......"

Cilita clenched her silver teeth, the sword of Gondar in her hand, ready to fight to the death.

At the very least, leave that ogre here, otherwise the soldiers behind her will not have a chance to retreat at all.

At this moment, there was a loud bang in front of me!

"Boom ——!!!"

An ogre warrior was about to wield a mallet to slaughter the militia when he was hit in the chest by a cannonball, and his entire fat body was suddenly torn apart, and a blood mist flew out of the sky and sprinkled it backwards.

The sudden scene obviously calmed those ogre warriors, and even Graya, who was standing in the back, had shock written on both heads. Before he could react, more than a dozen sounds of breaking the air came from the air, raging indiscriminately on the battlefield, and two ogres were shot and fell.

It's Liszt's artillery!

Seeing this scene, Celita's eyes were full of joy.

I saw that on the dirt road halfway up the hill on the side, a white smoke filled the air, and the artillery that had completed a salvo was reloading.

Knowing that she couldn't delay any longer, Cilita hurriedly waved her hand and shouted, "Retreat!" ”

Seeing that the enemy was about to retreat, Graya's two heads were full of anger, and he roared loudly, and the warriors who commanded the fall to charge forward.

"Don't let them run, chase me!"

Caller, who was not far away, hesitated, and finally shut his mouth without reminding him. A symbolic detachment of cavalry was sent to follow behind the ogre warriors, and the knights who led the team were instructed not to take the initiative to attack, and if the ogres were defeated, they would immediately retreat.

In a burst of artillery fire, Sirita led the soldiers to retreat to the open area to the side, and the ogre pursued desperately behind, and those who did not have time to retreat died under the troll's stick, blood staining the muddy mountain road.

In the face of overwhelming power, experience and personal bravery have lost their role.

As his troops withdrew, the flintlock muskets that had already been lined up stepped forward to set up their guns, and Liszt, with a grim face, looked at the trolls in the distance, and the stragglers who were being slaughtered, and waved his war knife without hesitation.

"Fire!"

A dense burst of gunfire and white smoke rose from the ogre warriors who rushed down the hillside. Even if the vitality is tenacious, it can't stand up to dozens of lead pellets that are broken and tumbling in the body. As the white smoke cleared, the ogres in the front row fell one after another, making a dull sound on the ground.

Frightened by the thunderous gunfire, the ogres finally began to fear and retreated. And those rebel cavalry never had the courage to charge, and when they saw the ogre defeated, they turned around and left.

Seeing this scene, Cilita finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her right hand holding the sword of Gondar slowly relaxed, while her brow gradually furrowed.

She didn't expect Prince William to collude with ogres and even betray the Holy Light for the sake of the throne.

But there's no point in thinking about it now.

What worries her even more is that the ogres are like knights on the mountains, the rough terrain is almost the same as none in front of them, and where the musketeers can't line up, they can slaughter their own militia like chickens.

Now, can you only turn to the wizard for help?

Celita hesitated for a moment, then looked at Derak beside her.

"Derrank, bring pen and paper."

"Yes!"

The carrier pigeon was released into the air, and as she watched the pigeons disappear into the sky, Cilita's brow furrowed slightly.

She believed that if it was him, there would be a way.

As for the origin of this inexplicable sense of trust, she herself can't tell.

Just as the reinforcements of Boulder City are at a stalemate with the rebels, a special group of guests are welcomed to the Thorn Wasteland......