The Darktide army stopped advancing a mile away from the Doyle, and at a glance it was a black oppressive patch, and although the formation was disorganized, the numerical advantage was enough to overwhelm the opponent in momentum, and the army was composed of not ordinary humans, but demons with the ability to terrify the human mind and ghouls who were not afraid of pain. 2.8.Chinese.Text.Net

Eventually, the Dark Tide continued to move, several demons leading the army on horseback, ghouls dragging their rotting bodies after them, and the ranks slowly advanced towards the Doyles like wriggling maggots.

"Archers prepare!" Morris ordered loudly, and the soldiers took out the fire buckets, and instantly ignited the fire oil in them, and the fire spread from the center of the line to both sides, and all the archers had their rockets ready.

"Raise your bows and arrows!" the order continued, and all the archers raised their bows and arrows from the inside out, and the flames shone in the arrows.

The Dark Tide continued to get closer, reaching a distance of five hundred yards. "Steady!" shouted Morris, and before he was within effective range, the soldiers could already see the demon taking the lead, although it was just a black spot, but the crowd suddenly fell silent.

Four hundred yards. "Steady!" Morris's eyes widened, his hand still raised and not lowered. It's still not enough, get closer. The ghouls moved their twisted bodies, and their howls were already faintly audible.

Three hundred yards, now!"Release!" Morris gave the order, and the sound of the bowstring was so beautiful, and four hundred rockets roared towards the sky, like meteors, and fell heavily into the dark tide. For a while, the flames were everywhere, and the ghouls began to scream, and the demon swung his long sword vigorously to control the ghouls.

The second wave of rockets fired again, then the third, then the fourth, and the rockets broke the stable formation of the dark tide, causing the ghouls to begin to distance themselves and slow down.

The time had come, and Byron drew his sword, clipped his mount between his legs, and ran along the front of the formation, his cloak fluttering in the cold wind. "Today, Heroes of Doyle, is the most glorious day of your life, for which you have been preparing for years, if not longer, to send these evil and filthy things on the other side to hell forever, and to win or lose in this move, and show courage to defend our glory, to defend our homeland, to defend our loved ones. Twenty-eight, Chinese, Chinese, and net-evil will be defeated, and justice will be served, raise your weapons, do not fear the darkness, the light guides us, even if the earth is stained with blood, we will not flinch! For Doyle! For Wallis!"

"For Doyle, for Wallis!" erupted in a deafening shout from the formation. Everywhere Byron passed, the soldiers raised their weapons and roared with all their might, as if to release all the fear in their bodies.

Stan yells with all the soldiers, the knight has completely put himself out of his mind at this moment, and in his heart, there is only honor, and duty to the whole of Wallis. Nellfi had already held her wand in her hand, and her mask had been lowered, revealing her lips as she was chanting a spell, her eyes piercing.

The knights all raised their spears and aimed them in front of them, and Byron, wielding his sword, ran from the left side of the formation to the middle of the formation, and the sword collided with the spear one by one. "Just today, bloody battle!" the king's helmet shone silver. "Bloody battle!" the king's mount hissed, as if in response to its master's call. "Fight bloodily, for Doyle!" the king's cry was loud and powerful, banishing fear from the hearts of the soldiers.

Byron returned to the formation, sword raised and pointed forward, and his mount began to slowly accelerate. "Embrace death!"

The soldiers behind him shouted in unison, "Embrace death!"

"Embrace death!" the king's voice was as loud as thunder.

"Embrace death!" the soldiers' voices grew louder.

"Embrace death!" shouted the king, with all his might, looking up to the sky.

"Embrace death!" the Doyle's shouts resounded through the sky and were deafening, and everyone in the formation raised their weapons and leaned forward with all their might, no longer afraid, even in the face of demons.

Stan held his obsidian sword aloft, he had never been more fearless than he was today. "Embrace death!" even Nerfi raised her wand, the girl's voice mingled with a majestic shout. "Embrace death!"

The cavalry began to accelerate, the helmets of the horses and the armor on the front legs kept shaking, and the infantry raised their shields in front of their chests, and waved their other hands vigorously, following the cavalry. The archer took up his crossbow, drew his short sword, and ran forward desperately, and the whole formation began to move rapidly.

The demon roared frantically, finally stabilizing the ghouls' commotion, and the ghouls reached forward with a short sword or spear in their hands, and took a stance to meet the enemy.

The cavalry had distanced themselves from the infantry, the knights clenched their spears and stabbed forward, the sound of horses stepping on the ground rumbled, and all the soldiers kept shouting, the shouts mixed with the sound of horses' hooves, and the formation of the dark tide. The ghouls also seemed to feel the alarming sense of oppression of the Doyle and became restless, and even the demons showed a panicked expression, and unconsciously began to retreat.

Byron took the lead in rushing into the enemy formation, and the six hundred cavalry crashed into the formation of the dark tide at the fastest speed, and the spear instantly pierced the ghouls in the front row, and the huge impact of the horses knocked the ghouls who were blocking the front into the air, and the formation of the dark tide was completely vulnerable in front of the cavalry. The ghouls scattered and fled, but the cavalry quickly rushed through the entire formation, knocking the ghouls who had turned to the ground, and the sturdy armor of the horses was not afraid of the attack of small arms, and quickly stepped on the draugls who fell to the ground.

The knights had almost penetrated the entire formation of the dark tide, and the speed finally slowed down, and most of the soldiers threw away their spears, drew their swords, and began to slash wildly. The infantry also rushed to the front, either shield-raising and looking for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow to the ghouls, or brandishing two-handed swords and slashing non-stop.

Morris confronted a demon, the knight captain held the sword in one hand, tightened the reins with the other hand, and calmly circled the other party, suddenly, Morris clamped his legs, and the mount rushed towards the demon, the knight slashed out a sword, the demon raised his sword to resist, and the two swords collided together.

Other officers struggled with the demons, trying their best to overcome their fears, and although they were not enough to defeat the demons on their own, they managed to deal with them as best with the help of their colleagues.

Behind a squad of infantry, Nerfi cast light magic at the right time to give the soldiers as much assistance as possible, and the golden light continued to fall from the sky, exploding in front of the demons and ghouls, temporarily rendering them incapacitated, and the Doyles took advantage of the situation to chop them to the ground.

Stan didn't dare to go too far from Nerfi, and the knight kept close to the mage, cutting down some of the ghouls who tried to bypass the infantry to attack the mage, and the knight was glad that the demon was fended off by Doyle's officers, otherwise he feared that he would not be able to protect Nerfi.

Byron slashed a demon from his horse to the ground and raised his sword. "For Doyle!" cried the king.

"For Doyle!" all the nearby soldiers cheered up, raised their already tired hands, forgot the pain on their bodies, and rushed forward. The shouts spread in all directions, and the Doyle began to push the tide back, and the soldiers trampled on the corpses on the ground, and one after another cut down the tide that stood in front of them, and in their eyes, there was no difference between demons and ghouls, and they had no fear. The outnumbered Gloom showed signs of retreating, and the ghouls in the back row became vulnerable, and were cut in half by the soldiers after only a few rendezvous. The demons were also gradually unable to resist, although they inflicted a lot of casualties on the Doyle soldiers, but in front of the brave and fearless Doyle, they were at best only ghouls with superb swordsmanship, and their breathtaking abilities were useless at this time.

Silver-gray waves rushed through the dark black formation, and the shouts of the Doyles never stopped, and the sound of hand-to-hand weapons clashing was endless. The corpses on the ground gradually increased, some of the cavalrymen were stabbed through the body and planted from their horses, some of the infantry were mortally wounded, bleeding too much and fell to the ground, some soldiers had several short swords inserted into their bodies, but they did not let go of their swords until they died, and the other end of the sword pierced deeply into the corpse of the ghoul. The Doyle had more corpses than the Doyle, and most of the ghouls and demons had either their heads cut off or their bodies cut in half, and the Doyle soldiers knew that the most effective way to destroy the Doyle was to cut them in half.

Just then, Stan suddenly feels a strong gust of wind blowing from in front of him, almost making him unsteady. Nerfi fell directly to the side, and the knight immediately picked up the mage and blocked her with his sword. Stan remembered what Tilling had described to him about the appearance of the dragon, and the knight looked uneasily at the grey sky behind the Grimtide army. "Is it coming?"