The battle between the storm and the mountains ended so quickly was beyond everyone's expectations.

According to everyone's guesses, no matter who wins or loses, it is not surprising that they will at least fight for a while, or even for several hours. So at this moment, not to mention the Thracian army, even the victorious Erantz army is a little puzzled in my heart.

It's normal to win, and we Elantz are warriors who can fight. But how could it be so easy and so smooth to win? The other party is not a cat or a dog, it is the Pitdoutz family, who have been with us for hundreds of years!

Isn't it said that the mountain army of Pituz is the best at defense in the world? Why is it that it collapses at the touch of a button, and it looks like it is just a bunch of rookies?

Could it be that ...... name of "mountain" is obtained by deceiving people, but in fact they can't fight it?

After some thought, most of the soldiers in Elantz came to the conclusion that "Pitutz is a parallel import".

If Duke Herbert Pitutz, who had already died in battle, heard their thoughts, he was afraid that he would be able to come back to life and fight to the death with Caterina - the reason why the Mountain Legion lost was that they lost the battle of the Iron Lock Fortress before, which frustrated their morale and lost their strength at the critical moment; Pituz, who was eventually knocked into the air, deprived the Mountain Legion of its most reliable pillar, and the Panda and others desperately protected Caterina, so that the tip of Erantz's "Tempest" remained sharp and indestructible.

With these three advantages, the storm is better than the mountains, what's so strange?

As for the relatively short duration of the battle, it is even more natural. The two armies tried their best to collide head-on, just like two masters attacking each other with all their might regardless of the consequences, and the victory or defeat was often decided only in an instant. It's normal to see the result in a moment, but if it really lasts for a long time, there is only one possibility - both sides are not really trying their best, they are just testing each other.

It is said that fighting a war is indeed to test each other first, but at this moment Caterina has no such thoughts. The powerful magic behind the Thracian position was clearly felt even by the layman. If you don't hurry up and stop it, I don't know when a meteorite will fall from the sky and crash on Elanz Castle.

At that time, it's too late to fight hard!

There may be many people in this world who will only summon up the courage to work hard when the crisis is in front of them, but the Erantz family is not, and Caterina Erantz is not!

For her, now that the crisis is confirmed, there is only one thing to do.

Do everything you can to stop it!

So she took the elite of the Elantz family with her, and desperately launched a charge that was no different from looking for death.

In fact, she was already mentally prepared to die in battle. And when a person is even ready for this, what else does she dare not do, and what enemy does she dare not fight hard?

No!

So, the results were clear in an instant.

Caterina quickly regained her composure as she swept through the enemies around her while combing through her somewhat agitated and chaotic emotions.

She requisitioned a horse from a wounded knight, then turned on her horse and regrouped with her men who could still fight on horseback.

This battle is not over yet, and it is not the time to relax until the Thracian mage regiment's ritual of summoning meteors is disrupted!

With her orders, the Storm Troopers of Erlantz regrouped again.

Almost every one of them had blood on their bodies, both the blood of their enemies and their own.

Caterina looked around the army, and there were about a fifth fewer people who could follow her and launch a second charge than when she had set out before.

Although the Mountain Legion was defeated and even the main general of the other side was killed, the loss of the Storm Legion was also very large. After a few more battles like this, the Elantz family will have to concentrate on having children behind closed doors, and it will take at least thirty years to recuperate before they can regain their combat effectiveness.

There is a famous saying on the earth: money is a thing that is hard to earn and easy to spend. To paraphrase this - elite soldiers, it is difficult to train, and it is easy to die.

Seeing that the soldiers were greatly reduced, Katerina couldn't help but feel a little distressed. But she also knows that now is not the time to feel distressed.

Winning this battle will give the Elantz family enough time to recuperate and grow.

If they can't win this battle, the Erantz family doesn't even have a future, and it's definitely not just these soldiers who will die.

So she just sighed a little, collected her emotions, pulled herself together again, and drew her sword.

"The enemy who tried to stop us has been defeated by us. ”

Everyone's eyes fell on the toppled battle flag of Pitutz, and above the battle flag, the body of the current Duke of Pitutz lay on its back, blood spilling all over the ground.

"The guys who want to take advantage of the fox and the fake tiger don't dare to move now. ”

Everyone's eyes swept over the surrounding Thracian army, even if it was the king's lineage, or those powerful marquises, they didn't dare to meet their gaze at this moment.

"But our troubles have not been solved, our crisis has not been eliminated. "Before us, the mages of Thrace performed a great magical ritual to summon a terrifying meteorite from above the Sky Dome and completely destroy the castle of Elantz and a large area around it. ”

Everyone's gaze became cold and vicious, murderous.

"Now, then, please answer me, what are we going to do?" cried out Caterina.

I don't know who spoke first, but in short, a voice sounded in the army.

"Kill them and ruin the ritual!"

Caterina smiled, her eyes full of appreciation: "That's right! At this time, we have no choice! In order to protect our home, protect our family, protect our home, we have only one choice!"

She pointed her sword forward, pointing at the place where the powerful magic converged, to the rear of the Thracian coalition, the source of the meteor's magic.

"Storm Legion, follow me!"

As soon as she pulled the reins, she took the lead in rushing towards the heavily guarded magic array.

"We are the storm of Elantz, crushing all enemies in their way!"

Behind her, the bloodied Elantz cavalry shouted "Elantz's Tempest" and "Crush the enemy...... Like that, one by one, they galloped and followed closely behind her, rushing towards the magic array in the distance.

The traversers, of course, followed and continued to protect.

But now it is different from before, if they were not sure of victory before, and just wanted to find an opportunity to fight with the Ice Sword Master, now they are full of confidence, firmly believing that they can accomplish their goal,

The storm of Elanc has already blown, and it will surely sweep through the whole of Thrace, and no one will try to stop it!