In the iron-locked fortress, the sound of heralds was incessant, and one after another cavalrymen in full armor and riding tall horses came out, came to the center of the battlefield without hurrying, stopped a little apart from the mage regiment, and began to form a team.

Brev Sellers, the first general of the new generation of the Molai Business Federation, wore the magic armor passed down from generation to generation of the Sellers family, his whole body flashed with blue light that was clearly visible even in the sun, and he rode a dragon horse with horns, standing in front of this army. He remained motionless, like a statue, and waited quietly for the team to finish.

After a while, the cavalry corps of several thousand men was finally completed. A huge phalanx was formed.

Only then did Brev slap the stirrups slightly, and commanded the horses to turn around and face them.

"This war with the Kingdom of Thrace has been going on for almost two years. "In these two years, we have been defeated again and again, losing Norma, losing most of the Federation. Now, the remaining small half of the Federation can only rely on the Iron Lock Fortress to defend. To put it mildly, it's just lingering. ”

There was silence and silence in the cavalry regiment.

"I don't know what you think, but it seems to me that this is a shame, a great shame! The enemy tramples on our homeland, bullies our people, kills our brothers and friends, and we can only flee like lost dogs...... Such a shame can only be washed away with blood!"

The cavalry all showed a look of grief and indignation on their faces, when this legion was selected, the Duke of Sellers specially ordered that only those who had a blood feud with Thrace be selected, so for this newly formed "First Cavalry Regiment of the Federation", everyone had a deep hatred for Thrace. At this moment, Breve's words are stirring up hatred in their hearts.

A pair of eyes were murderous, and each hand clenched the weapon.

"That's what I think, and that's what I do. So I went to fight the Thracians - and as you know, they weren't really as strong as we thought. I have defeated 2,000 of them with only a thousand!" Breve laughed, "and when they run away, they are no different from fat rabbits." ”

The cavalrymen also smiled, but their eyes were brighter.

"Now, you can do the same thing as me. Brev drew his sword and pointed it at the Thracian barracks, "You are luckier than I am, I have only caught a rabbit, but in front of you is a big fat pig - the famous 'Mountain Legion' of Thrace is in front of us." ”

"The storm is good at attacking, and the mountains are good at defending, this is said to be known to children. But how good are they? I don't believe it. "Let's put them to the test, put a little pressure on them, and see if they're just bragging." ”

He turned his horse's head to face the Thracian barracks, lowered the visor of his helmet, and took the lead.

"First Cavalry Regiment of the Federation, charge!"

Cheers and roars erupted, and the Molai cavalry followed the commander's example, lowering their armor and drawing their swords.

Then thousands of horsemen marched almost together and rushed in the direction of the Thracian barracks.

The sound of countless horses' hooves joined together and the earth roared, and a lapis lazuli-like light rose from Breve's body and spread rapidly backwards, soon enveloping the entire legion and uniting them together.

Seeing this scene, Aaron was slightly startled.

(Legion skills?, this Brev really has some skills!)

Facing the roaring Molai cavalry corps, on the temporary city wall, the elites of the Pitutz family had gloomy faces and murderous spirits.

They were already very annoyed that everything was not going well today, and this group of Molai people actually dared to tease them head-on, they really didn't know how to write the word "death"!

"Legion skills, aren't they rare?" said a general with gray hair on his temples sneering, "This skill is not enough in our Thrace!"

"There's no way, the Molai people are at this level. Not far from him, an officer in magical armor smiled and said, "Let's teach him a lesson." ”

"There is a tuition fee for classes. A younger officer said.

"What about tuition...... So-so, I want his head!" The old general's face showed a hideous and vicious smile, like a fierce beast hunting.

As he spoke, he drew his spear and pointed it at the Molai cavalrymen who were rushing towards him.

"Battle Array: Iron Wall!"

A russet light rose from his body, linking with the fighting spirit of the Pitutz soldiers, turning into a wall of light and shadow.

"Battle Array, Holy Shield!" the younger officer drew his sword and pointed it to the sky.

White light fell from the sky and fell on the already connected military array, turning into a transparent shield of light.

Finally, the officer in the magic armor raised the battle flag.

"Battle Array, Mountains!"

The Legion's abilities, named after the Pidutz family, were activated, adding the last layer of light and shadow to their position, resembling a massive mountain.

These three battle formations are exactly where the confidence of the mountain army in the southern and northern battles and never being broken through the position head-on.

It's just that compared to the past, the light of today's triple battle array is much dimmer, and it looks far less clear than before - there is no way, to hold such a position, it should have required at least twice as many troops. Being able to rely on half of the forces to complete a triple battle formation on the temporary city walls that are still shaking and shaking is already the result of the strength of the Pidoutz family's elite soldiers.

In the face of the world-famous triple war, the Molai cavalry were fearless, and at the front of them, Brev's entire person was almost completely covered by the fighting spirit of lapis lazuli light, and he was almost impossible to see his figure.

Seeing that the charging cavalry was about to come to the Thracian army's camp, Aaron suddenly smiled coldly, and the entire control crystal turned scarlet, and then countless cracks were revealed, shattering piece by piece.

"Genetic restrictions, completely lifted!"

The synths, who were fighting the Thracian army, let out a howl of pain and madness.

In the next moment, their strength suddenly skyrocketed, and in a single moment they broke through the defenses of the left and right flanks of the Thracians, and attacked wildly in the makeshift positions, killing them in a wild way.

Then the muscles on their bodies squirmed strangely, bulging here and denting somewhere, as if there was no longer flesh and blood beneath the thick leather, but a wriggling mass of mud.

This scene took the Thracians by surprise, and their morale was greatly reduced, and even the triple battle formation with the frontal battlefield became more blurred.

Before the Thracians could react, Brev, who had rushed to the front, had already pulled the reins, and the horse roared and leaped to its feet.

With the assistance of the Legion's skills, the war horse jumped to the height of the city wall at once, and slammed into the phantom of the triple battle array.

The sound of breaking metal, breaking glass, and breaking rocks all rang out together.

The golden and stone-like light pierced through the triple battle array, and countless cracks appeared on the walls, light shields, and mountain phantoms.

Immediately after, countless Molai cavalry leaped one by one, and the horses were like wings, carrying the knights on their backs and roaring, breaking through the phantom of the battle formation, and rushing up the city wall.

On the podium, Duke Pituz closed his eyes in agony.

For the first time, the "mountain" of the Pitutz family was broken head-on.