Avi still stared intently at the dozen or so soldiers who were far away, but Ben Nicot's voice became clearer and clearer, "Summoning magic is that person's favorite magic, but he uses some things that are considered absolutely forbidden to summoning magic, and that method makes the things he summons have a special smell, and I remember that smell very clearly..."

Ben Nicott was like an old madman talking to himself, and Avi didn't understand what he was saying at all. What a smell, what kind of summoning magic, Avi saw only a dozen or so people walking towards the center of the battlefield, and these ten or so soldiers who walked out of Bradley's barracks were fearless, as if they didn't know that their opponent was 100,000 elite infantry.

Amsoil and his men were stunned, and the dozen or so figures moved forward unhurriedly, their bodies seemed to be wearing armor, and the weapons they held in their hands were also ordinary weapons. The center of the entire battlefield was completely silent, and all the soldiers standing in the front row stared at the dozen or so people, about a hundred people for every two. One of the Amso generals immediately raised his hand, and the archers hiding behind the front row of infantry immediately drew their bows and aimed at the dozen or so figures.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Countless arrows were like black eagles flying by, so that more than a dozen people were "baptized" by iron arrows. However, except for a few who stopped slightly, the others continued to walk, and the armor on their bodies seemed to completely cover their bodies, bouncing all the sharp arrows away!

Amsoil and his subordinates who were still by his side all felt a little strange, and some of the soldiers were already a little panicked, they had no idea how these dozen or so people came out of the rain of arrows.

"It's under your full command here, kill all seventeen hoplites!" said Amsol and rode away, although he thought that the dozen or so soldiers were just hoplites who were not afraid of bows and crossbows, but the beads of sweat in his ears already showed the uneasiness in his heart.

More arrows were fired, but the seventeen men on foot did not fall or retreat, but kept moving at the same pace as they had begun, until they reached a distance of nearly a hundred meters.

Detheon, Poli, and Taifu were about to go to the front of their own team, but the strange situation in front of them made them stop and think of countermeasures in their hearts.

"Do you want to defeat us with a dozen men? It's ridiculous!" said Taifu, but he began to look back at the army behind him, hoping that they would immediately pounce and crush the seventeen soldiers who were not afraid of bows and crossbows.

Viscount Poli noticed that some of the soldiers behind him began to retreat slightly, and he immediately drew a gold-filled sword from his waist, "De Theon, Taifu, I can deal with these heavy hoplites alone, you can just watch here!"

De Theon did not stop Polly's initiative, his martial arts were stronger than Polly's, but Polly's choice was more resolute and decisive.

Just as Viscount Polly rode his heavily armored war horse towards one of the approaching "hoplites", a man standing in front of Bradley's barracks said to Prince Bradley next to him, "Your Highness Bradley, it's time. ”

Bradley stared at Amme's army, there was no fear in his eyes, only a little helplessness and sadness, "Just go according to your plan, Captain Owen." ”

When Viscount Polly and one of the "hoplites" were less than thirty meters apart, Viscount Polly suddenly pulled the reins and stopped the charge. The golden greatsword he had been holding high cut across the grass because of the drooping of his arm, and Polly, who was slowly "falling" from the saddle, lowered his head, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, stuck the tip of the greatsword into the earth, and then fell on his knees beside the warhorse.

Whether it was Avi or Ammekh's legions standing on the city wall, everyone clearly saw Viscount Poli's actions! As an important commander of Ammeon's army, he took the initiative to attack and knelt down less than twenty meters in front of the enemy! Like a defeated man who had been completely defeated, he bowed his head without dignity! Waiting for the execution of the other party!

No one could comprehend Polly's actions, and De Theon and Tate even shouted Polly's name, but the viscount, who had fallen on his knees, remained unmoved, as if he were deaf who could not hear anything.

A "hoplite" in front of Polly walked up to Polly with an unchanged pace, and only then did Detheon and Taifu and others see clearly that the enemy soldier was indeed wearing full-body armor, with basically no exposed weaknesses, but the armor reflected a dim white light in the moonlight. The words "enchanted weapons" immediately appeared in De Theon's mind, and the seventeen "hoplites" were all wearing exactly the same armor, but even if they were enchanted weapons, it was impossible to stop more than 100,000 troops.

Just as Desion and Taifu hesitated, the "hoplite" who had walked in front of Polly had stopped and stood in front of Polly, and Viscount Polly raised his head at this time. Except for this infantryman, no one saw Viscount Polly's gaze at this time—it was a look of utter despair, and he didn't even have the courage to live.

The "hoplite" held his broad iron sword in both hands, plunged it into the chest of Viscount Poli, then drew it and continued in the direction of Desion and Taifu.

Viscount Polly, who had not put up any resistance before he died, fell to the ground silently, like a grass that had been carefully plucked.

"The whole army is ready to charge! Those who retreat will be killed!" Taifu's sudden order startled all the stunned infantrymen, who grabbed their weapons and raised their shields, ready to rush forward at the sound of the command.

"Rush!"

It is not yet clear why Viscount Polly would suddenly fall to his knees and be killed without any resistance, but it is impossible to stop the battle in which one of the sides has an overwhelming advantage. Fenrir and Gadia, who stood in front of Prince Bradley, also commanded nearly 20,000 soldiers each, and when Polly fell, they gave the order to charge, charging towards the Amsoil infantry corps, which numbered more than 100,000 men.

"Captain Owen, is this distance enough to protect my men?"

"Your Royal Highness, please rest assured, thirty meters away is a safe distance, and I will control the power of the Desperate Squadron at all times," Owen said lightly with his eyes closed and smiling, "as promised, General Fenrir and General Gadia are enough to command properly." ”

"Okay, then there's work. Bradley's eyes were filled with tears, but he didn't let his tears fall.

The seventeen "hoplites" continued on their way, and when the Amso soldiers approached the seventeen "hoplites" within thirty meters, they all stopped, or threw their blades and shields on the ground, or fell to their knees, or held their heads in their hands, or looked at the sky in frustration. Basically no infantry was spared. It was as if they had lost all hope of living in an instant, and experienced the most desperate things, and no longer cared about the battlefield in front of them, no longer heard the horn of the attack and the loud orders of the commander. They just squatted, knelt, and even cried bitterly.

While the flank battlefield is fiercely fighting, the frontal battlefield has become a place filled with mystery. The seventeen "hoplites" did not stop, and continued to walk towards the 100,000 infantry regiment step by step. They passed past the infantrymen who were on their knees, and without stopping or killing any of the enemy, they walked quietly forward. More and more of the Amber soldiers who approached the seventeen "hoplites" fell to their knees, and only a few soldiers were not affected by this terrible force, and raised their weapons and rushed towards the seventeen. But these few soldiers were unable to defeat them, to pierce the armor that was shrouded in a faint white light.

The soldiers led by Gadia and Fenrir had rushed to the forefront of the Amsoil Legion and killed the infantrymen who had fallen to their knees and had shown no resistance. All they needed to do was put the sword in their hands on the necks of these people, and with a slight stroke, they killed one of the enemy legions. Faced with a defenseless soldier, they were as easy as trampling a non-moving beetle. If all of Amsoil's soldiers had become like this, Bradley would have won the battle even if he had only sent 2,000 men!

The troops led by Fenrir and Gadia kept a distance of fifty meters from the seventeen, and they were only responsible for "harvesting" the powerless resistance behind the seventeen, and the few soldiers who could stand up and raise their swords to resist did not cause much trouble, and Amsoil's infantry lost nearly a tenth in a very short time!

Avi's mouth opened wide, and he saw the rows of infantry stop advancing and kneel down as if they had lost all their strength, "How is this... How can it be... This is... Could this be the power of magic!?" Felisty did not answer, for she had never seen or heard of such magic, but she was very sure that such a situation was anything but simple, and it was most likely a powerful magical power that she had never touched!

Jieke and several other representatives of the Overseer Council were also stunned, they originally thought that this was a battle that Amber would win, but they didn't expect that Amme's 100,000 army would become useless and useless in front of those seventeen people, and they would be slaughtered by others!

"Jaco, can you explain?" "Sunflower" couldn't look away, but she tugged at Rajko's sleeve.

"I don't know, maybe it's a miracle. ”

Although De Theon also retreated some distance, he did not flee to the array behind him as soon as he saw that the momentum was not right, as Taifu did. At this time, the infantry legion behind De Sion was too frightened by the sight in front of him to advance, and De Sion straightened his helmet, raised his weapon with one hand, and assumed a posture of preparing to charge. The rows of infantry not far in front of him were constantly "falling", and the well-trained and well-equipped army could be turned into walking corpses that were inferior to insects, like wheat in a wheat field, to be "cut" at will, a situation that was unacceptable to De Theon, who never gave in to defeat.

"Let me teach you your sorcery for myself!!" Desion roared angrily and rushed out with his gun, heading straight for the "hoplite" who had killed Polly.

When De Sion rushed to less than thirty meters away from the infantryman, he suddenly felt a sense of despair coming from nowhere, as if there were countless fingers around his neck, which was suffocating! The things that had once made De Sion feel desperate all came to mind at the same time, despair, sorrow, grief, frustration...

Two seconds later, Detheon's godless eyes refocused on the "hoplite", and he stabbed the spear with all his might!