Led by the earl, a full sixty-three cavalry formed a relatively close formation outside the camp gate.

When the monster approached the critical distance of a hundred meters, they stirred up their horses and trotted to accelerate.

When approaching the monster, Ma Speed also raised the highest level, even without considering weapons, with this huge kinetic energy, it was enough to easily crush one or two people.

At this moment, the cavalry slashed through the flanks of the monster legion like a huge battle axe.

The spear easily picked up the corpses of monsters one by one, and the horse's hooves trampled the monsters to the bone.

When the soldiers in the camp saw that the cavalry on their side were so heroic, they all let out cheers, and their morale was greatly boosted for a while.

When the earl saw that it was good, he immediately turned his horse's head and turned with the cavalry. While the sharpness was still there, and the horse's speed had not yet slowed down, he broke away from contact with the monster and returned to the safety of the camp.

Suddenly, however, a cavalryman cried out in alarm, and was cut off halfway through the sound.

He snorted, and then, like a puppet with a broken string, he fell from his horse and rolled on the ground a few times, a puddle of blood oozing from beneath him.

A black shadow ran on the side of the war horse at the same speed as the war horse, as if it was riding on flat ground, and easily rolled over to the horse's back.

The horse lost its owner, and was ridden by a stranger, and became panicked, and was about to throw the stranger off its body. But the black shadow did not know what trick he used, and the horse immediately calmed down, and as obedient as an old partner who had been working with him for many years, he moved closer to the ranks of the cavalry.

"Oops, this-"

The Count gritted his teeth and looked at the dark shadow, but there was nothing he could do about it for the time being.

Originally, in order to prevent the bishop's surprise attack, he was guarded by cavalry on both sides, and some of them also had the cultivation of a swordsman.

But at the moment, he has become an obstacle that makes it difficult for him to turn in time - if the cavalry collides, it is no less dangerous than a traffic accident on modern earth, and even a swordsman can be injured.

That black shadow is the bishop, although it will be difficult for him to get past the protection of the cavalry and directly injure the count himself at the moment, but it is simply easy to attack these ordinary cavalrymen and knights!

With a wave of his halberd, two horsemen fell off their horses.

A knight with the strength of a high-ranking swordsman saw that he was also going to suffer, and immediately decided that it was better to fight hard, so he ran into him with men and horses.

But the bishop just snorted coldly, and with a little left hand, a cloud of blood mist flew out and slapped on the face of the knight's horse.

This blood mist is irritating and corrosive, if a person is hit by this trick, maybe he can still rely on willpower to support it, but the war horse does not have this ability, and immediately let out a miserable neigh, fell to the ground, and the knight on its back was also broken, and one leg was pressed under the horse, even if it did not die, it was destined to be crippled.

At this time, several cavalry launched a siege against him, and four cavalry spears and two long swords approached from all angles.

In the Count's camp, another sharpshooter shot an arrow at his face.

The bishop shouted, and a dark red light spread.

In the next instant, the spear snapped before it could touch his body, the sword shattered, and the arrow burst open, leaving only a cloud of sawdust.

Then the heads and severed arms of the cavalrymen flew in all directions, falling, and blood spilled like rain.

Another cold light was wrapped in red light, and it flew towards the sharpshooter after a distance of more than forty meters—the sharpshooter was naturally sharp-eyed, and immediately shot an arrow.

The arrow collided with the cold light in the air and was instantly shattered, but it also bought a little time, allowing the sharpshooter to roll backwards, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

Then, Hanman sank into the infantry array behind him, piercing one soldier along with the cuirass, and causing the soldier behind him to sit down and cough in pain.

The people around hurriedly gathered around to check, but they were quite frightened.

The first soldier was naturally dead, and the second soldier's cuirass was also dented, as if it had been smashed in the chest by a war hammer, and in the deepest part of this depression was inlaid with a small piece of distorted steel.

Those who recognized it were speechless in fright - it was the armor-piercing arrow that the Sharpshooter himself had just used, and it had been knocked back by the enemy, killing and wounding one person.

In less than twenty seconds, the bishop had already killed ten horsemen and knights, and if he continued like this, perhaps more than half of the cavalry would have fallen before they retreated to the camp.

Moreover, the bishop was following on horseback, and they could not retreat to the camp at all—otherwise if the great swordsman was put in the camp, the weasel would have entered the chicken pen, and they would have to stir up a bloody storm.

Although even a great sword master would be weak and quickly exhausted when dealing with hundreds of infantry in a narrow area, he only needed to hold out for a short time.

After all, the monster army will arrive later, and under the internal and external attacks, the camp will likely be breached.

So, the three priests exchanged glances and immediately made a decision.

One of them immediately pointed to the sky and shot a cloud of magic fireworks as a signal to the other two camps.

Next, the three of them immediately cast a spell together.

Just by reciting a simple incantation, the three of them were already pale, and a dazzling light quickly condensed in the hands of the leader, and then threw it in the direction of the Great Sword Master.

This magic has been prepared for a long time, so it can be quickly cast, and it was originally prepared as a killer weapon at a critical moment, but at this moment, in order to resolve the deadlock, it had to be used in advance.

The Bishop sneered, and instead of taking it hard, he leaped up from his horse, a mist of blood coming out of his side to lift his body, and glide behind him like a nimble bat.

The ball of light hit the war horse, and the war horse let out a half-scream, and it was directly blown apart.

The light wave spread in all directions, and the ground within a radius of more than ten meters was scorched, and two cavalrymen were also unfortunately involved, and they fell down with steam together with their war horses.

However, the Bishop glided back at a slight slower speed than the light wave, which finally reached its limit and could no longer catch up with him, and he retreated a few meters before finally landing.

At this time, he was almost unharmed, except that a fraction of the blood mist around him had evaporated.

Originally, this was a powerful magic technique that was enough to destroy dozens of monsters, or used for sneak attacks, and could hurt the bishop, but it was wasted like this at the moment.

The bishop was a little scared while being proud.

If the other party really disregarded the sacrifice of the friendly army and used such a powerful magic technique while he was surrounded and could not get out of his body for a while, then he would suffer a lot of damage - maybe the injury that he had managed to suppress would recur.