In the early morning of the next day, Roy and the people of White Rock City had followed the caravan through the border of Anthos Province and entered the southwestern plain of Valen Province.

Once here, the roads start to get crowded and lively.

Lords and armies gathered from all over the empire to the northern part of the province. Every town you pass through, even the abandoned farms and fields along the roadside, are full of tents and horse-drawn carts full of grain and grass. The soldiers who gave the order galloped on the mud on their horses, and the soldiers who had traveled long distances sat in a daze on the hillside.

The heraldic flags of different lords fluttered on the tops of the tents on the roadside, and the sound of horns, the neighing of men and horses, and the assembly and training of soldiers came and went.

On the road, the horse-drawn carts and ox-carts loaded with grain and grass are like long dragons, falling into mud puddles from time to time, and can only be dragged forward and pushed backwards, struggling to move forward. Not far from the side of the road, you can see cars with broken axles or simply falling apart being overturned on the side of the road. The soldiers marching in the formation were covered in mud and water, so dirty that they could no longer see their true faces.

The transportation in the northeast of the empire was already terrible, and the refugees went south and the army went north, which was even more chaotic. It is said that some lords from the south and their armies have been stationed in the roadside wasteland for more than a month. It's not that they don't want to go, it's that the situation on the road really makes it impossible for them to move.

Some of the great lords and their powerful armies will unceremoniously snatch the right of way for the road. Ordinary little lords, especially those who led dozens of hundreds of people, fell behind, and lost contact with their own lords, did not even have a basic say here, huddled on the side of the road and lived like a flock of poor quails.

This reminded Roy of Bollabelle.

If it weren't for the invasion of the Ferrets, if Baron Brian hadn't died, if he was still in Bollabelle, then there might be a shadow of his little handyman in the tent on the side of the road today. Either they were crouching by the earthen stove to boil water, or they were forking the hay and tending to the horses of the few armed knights.

Now that I think about it, in just two or three years, it seems like a lifetime away.

Because the roads are muddy and narrow, road grabbing happens from time to time.

Along the way, Roy has seen several brawls that have broken out over the road. There were nobles from Anthos who fought with nobles from the Southwest Nobles, nobles from Prue who fought with nobles from Saxony, and nobles from the Imperial Plains who fought with nobles from Sinasiria.

Everyone spoke with different accents and wore different costumes, colliding together like cockfights, fists flying, and screaming. The winner takes the lead with his toes high, and the loser swallows his anger and retreats.

However, following the caravan went well.

The caravans that have been coming and going on this road for a long time have already established good relations with the lord forces along the way, and they have specific channels, which can be regarded as the head snake on this road. As long as the steward of the caravan stepped forward and stuffed a few golden langs and whispered a few words, the lord's guards along the way would find a way to let the caravan pass as soon as possible.

For these local lords, especially for the governor of Valen, the guarantee of the flow of goods is far more important than dealing with the rags of those foreign noble lords.

Now it's just the early stage of the coalition army's assembly, and these lords who go north are mixed, and there are everyone. Some landless lords with twenty or thirty peasants with simple wooden spears and tattered clothes also dared to come to gather, I really don't know if they are here to resist the demons, or to send them to death, or simply to fight the autumn wind along the way without food.

At least until the coalition forces were officially assembled, these people had nothing to do with them, and the caravan was the artery of the province of Valen. Whether it is food, medicine, magic crystals, weapons and other materials, they are all closely related to their survival.

In the evening, the caravan stopped in a small town called Thorntown. As usual, Roy silently entered the world of judgment and began his day's cultivation.

In the realm of the spear spirit, the battlefield is vast. Looking down from a high place, on one side of the battlefield are demon cavalry from different races, large and small cavalry formations are like black clouds, spread out far away, and there is no end in sight. On the other side, there is a lone spear spirit, and Roy riding a living treasure behind him.

Since the last time he was besieged by the four of them and completed the special training assessment, Roy's strength has stabilized at the Great Light Samsung. And in terms of combat effectiveness, relying on the domain and clone, it is already enough to compete with ordinary Sanctuary powerhouses.

Therefore, the training of following the spear spirit is also on the agenda.

Training begins when I leave the city of Munny. During the day, Roy would follow the Knights of the Southern Cross to learn horseback riding and meticulously practice knightly tactics, and at night, he would pass through the Judgment Passage and return to Austin to practice in the Judgment Circle established by the power of the final battlefield in front of his Castle of the Dead.

Five days in the circle are equivalent to one day in the outside world.

This is the power that the Judgment Circle has transformed from the final battlefield that has been sealed for three hundred years and time has completely stopped passing, and it is also Roy's most valuable resource at present.

In the face of the demon invasion, time is too precious for Roy.

If it weren't for borrowing the time of the final battlefield seal, even if he cultivated day and night without doing anything, he would not be able to complete the evolution of the ruling and solve the mystery of the final battlefield before the demons swept across the continent.

And these days, with the devouring of the abundant spiritual power accumulated in the final battlefield for three hundred years, the main spirit of judgment has become more and more powerful. Its giant sculpture standing in the center of the world of adjudication is becoming more and more clear.

Roy could clearly feel that when he woke up the Gun Spirit, the Judgment would begin its evolution again.

This filled Roy with anticipation. At that time, not only the spatial passage of the judgment will have one more exit. Moreover, it is getting closer and closer to revealing the secret of the final battle.

Spear Spirit, Knife Spirit, Staff Spirit!

At this moment when humanity has been driven to the edge of the precipice, they should all wake up.

However, the previous cultivation of following the spear spirit was not smooth.

Although Roy had watched the battle of the Spear Spirit countless times before the formal training, when he actually followed behind the Spear Spirit and entered the demon lineup like a tide, he realized how big the gap between himself and the Spear Spirit was.

In the midst of the swarming crowd of enemies, the spear spirit was like a giant ship of steel, splitting the waves. And Roy, who was following behind, felt like a small sampan in a storm, sinking after a wave hit.

The speed can't keep up, the footwork action can't keep up, and the marksmanship can't keep up.

He could only be in a hurry again and again, caught in a heavy siege, and watched the majestic back of the spear spirit like a gust of wind, blowing the surrounding enemies to the ground and disappearing.

Later, it was on the way from Muni City to Twilight Sand, after following Leng Jin and other veteran Farrington knights who had experienced a lot of battles to learn some knightly horse combat skills, Roy gradually understood.

As a knight, only when he becomes one with the war horse is a knight in his full form.

However, in this form, the fighting style is very different from the usual. Especially when the war horse charges, there is no retreat, no flashing and moving of light body exercises, and no kicking, kicking, sweeping, spinning, short body, knee collision and other actions under the feet during the fight. Some were just charging forward at high speed and a mounted gun in their hands.

A man has two legs, while a horse has four legs. The gait of the two is very different.

Therefore, a knight on a war horse must first adapt to the movements of his mount, so as to develop his own horse fighting habits. Know what you can do and what you can't.

And different knights have different requirements for this aspect when fighting.

For example, the terrain dragon is two anti-joint hind limbs, with a larger step and a stronger impact, but slightly less flexibility. For example, the sand wolf, although it is also on all fours, has a stronger jumping ability, and can pounce and bite, which is a completely different gait from a war horse.

And after getting used to the movements of the horse, and achieving the unity of man and horse, and what you can do when you sit on the war horse, it is the real beginning of the knight's battle array charge training.

Roy summed up this time, and there are two important points.

First, knights charge and fight, relying on speed and impact, which is fundamental. Therefore, some ordinary moves, no matter how reluctant they are, must be abandoned.

Concise and direct, focusing on speed and impact, is the point of the knight's charge.

And the second, the same charge, but it does not mean that you can only go straight recklessly.

Although it seems that the gait of the war horse cannot make the usual foot combat flashing and moving, vertical and horizontal, but in fact, as long as you master the skills that belong to the knight, its flexibility is not even worse than ordinary foot combat!

And the key lies in the riding gun in your hand!

Take the spear spirit as an example, when he entered the enemy formation alone and one horse, on the surface, the front was densely packed with interceptions, row by row, layer by layer, endlessly. Many demon knights are even blocking him with their lives, trying to slow him down, block his way, let him get entangled, and slow him down!

But the spear never stops, and not even a trace of speed is lost.

His riding spear turned into arc-shaped trajectories in the high-speed sprint, making his whole person like a meteor wrapped in a round gun.

Stabbing, sweeping, picking, shaking, shaking......

If you don't let me pass, then I'll use the riding gun in my hand to break a road. If you want to squeeze my space, then I will pick you away, assassinate you, knock you away, and trample you under your feet.

So, on closer inspection, Roy found that at all times, the Spearling's side was empty.

The tide of enemies was kept out of the radius of his spear. The top of the arc crossed by the spear was the burst point of his power, and any opponent who was swept by this point would be shattered.

This is the secret of the spearman's marksmanship!

In the distance, there was the sound of the horn of the demon cavalry charging in a group.

The earth shook, and the fierce demons began to gallop like an avalanche. Smoke and dust rose into the sky, like black mountains rising from the ground, and the wind howled in front of you, suffocating.

As usual, the spear spirit also moved.

He urged the war horse to start trotting, his face was indifferent, and his burly body rose and fell with the war horse. The sound of lonely horses' hooves clattered like the careless beat of a drum in the silence of the night.

Although there was no horn, there was no hustle and bustle, but following behind him, looking at the back like a majestic mountain, Roy only felt his blood surge.

He rode his horse to follow!

Two people, two horses, and two guns, in this empty wasteland, are marching towards the tide of the demons!

War horses change from small strides to big strides, and from big strides to gallops. The horse's hooves rolled, the sound of hooves became more and more urgent, and the enemy in front of him also changed from a black line on the horizon to a tide close at hand!

The wind whistled in my ears.

Although there were only two of them, and despite knowing that the spear spirit had not yet awakened, at this moment, Roy had already followed the tradition of knights.

In the gallop, the distance of the last two hundred meters was instantly smoothed, and he shouted loudly!

"Flat robbery!"

"Kill!"

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