Baudreau, a wide seaside plain. To the west of it is the vast sea, which is like a horizon hanging over the horizon, outlining the boundary between heaven and earth in a completely different hue from the sky.

Looking from west to east, there is a large green plain as far as the eye can see. It is like a pure canvas on which the existence of civilization is allowed to paint.

A few small peaks that are not particularly tall rise over the plain, and these small mountains, which are less than 100 meters high, look like an isolated island in the middle of a vast ocean.

It is so small that it sets off the vastness and vastness of this land.

If you look down at it at this moment, you will find that all the beauty has been destroyed by two armies that are fighting to the death.

All the shouts were cut off from the clouds, and the moment Martin's Vimona descended from the sky, the earth-shattering sound rose into the sky like a fountain, washing over the eardrums of everyone on Vimona.

Waves of green swept across half of the plains, not plants or turf, but an endless array of Chaos warriors—orcs, orcs, minotaurs, goblins, and even giant classes of spider-kings, trolls, and giants that seemed to have emerged from legend.

Even if you know that the total number of them will not exceed 300,000, and at least half of them are goblins with weak physiques, the sense of shock still gives people a feeling of endlessness.

In such a vast land, the orc army actually extended from Martin's left vision to the right in order to attack on the same front.

That's 3,000 meters in the air!

The slightly chaotic Chaos warriors crowded together with each other, and even the strong orcs and Chaos warriors trampled on the hapless goblins with impunity, and the goblins in many places were even layered, as if the army of red fire ants was wreaking havoc on the jungle, engulfing everything in all paths.

their enemies.

The banners of the Knights of the Kingdom and the private soldiers of the nobility, Martin did not recognize them all.

Sylvie next to her squinted her eyes and tried to distinguish the messy banner, but Martin's face quickly changed.

On one flag, there is a pure golden war horse with its front hooves raised high, and this flag Martin is no stranger.

Knights of the Golden Horse!

One of the five direct knights of the Kingdom of Bakaria.

Its history dates back to the Millennium War and it has participated in hundreds of fierce battles, large and small.

Even if Martin is a little unhappy with the current leader of the regiment, Fargodi, he still can't erase the merits of this knight order. It accompanied the kingdom's successive kings to fight in the south and north, and if it weren't for the heroic performance of these royal knights, according to the urine nature of the Rick Empire, they might not necessarily admit that there was such a small kingdom around them.

The legion is now nearly completely wiped out.

A few remnants of the Golden Horse flag struggled to support in the green wave.

Many of the valiant knights launched a counter-charge in front of the furious orcs, but the timing was too bad, they had already lost their cavalry guns, and their long swords alone could not hook the line of the orcs, and they were killed by the longer rough battle axes and sledgehammers, along with men and horses.

The consequences of Bakaria's lack of attention to infantry are also manifested at this moment.

Poor equipment, mixed with poor morale of peasant soldiers, made the battle line, which seemed to be neat one moment before, suddenly scattered the next moment, and was completely submerged in the blink of an eye.

Anyone who knows a little about the military establishment of Bakaria will understand when they see this scene that the Golden Horse Knights are finished.

The legion that was completely defeated by the orcs and did not even bring back the banner is not eligible to survive any longer.

The Golden Horse Knights are gone, and its prestige, and all memories of its past, are completely lost to the land.

If Bakaria survives the chaos tide this time, perhaps the name of the Golden Horse Knights will still be mentioned in the history books.

Martin preserved the memories of the dead ghost Martin as a noble child, and recognized at a glance: the knights and infantry regiments of the kingdom's name were lined up in a circle, surrounding the hill no more than 100 meters above sea level.

As far as I counted, there were more than 20 of them.

In times of peace, any of them is invested in the province, which is enough to deter one side.

Unfortunately, none of them look good.

A standard Kingdom Knights had 2,000 men, and an infantry regiment had 4,000 men, and now a casual glance shows that no regiment has more than 70% strength.

Obviously, they were all reorganized again after being defeated, and they were barely pulled to the front line.

They have struggled to resist the onslaught of the Chaos Army, and they have been able to maintain until now, because many of them are armed with Golden Flame weapons, and the Holy Grail Knights are the core.

Halfway up the mountainside, there were more messy flags mixed together. It was supposed to be a truly routed army, gathered in a haphazard manner, waiting for the final judgment to come.

Martin could see at a glance that the Baccaria Army had no problem with the other Chaos Warriors. The biggest key is that Bakaria did not cope with the force of the giants.

The Red Knight sent a number of oracles, and promoted many Holy Grail Knights on the spot.

On the opposite side, there were also powerful orc warriors with scarlet blood light lingering all over their bodies, which formed a counteract.

The Knights of the Holy Grail simply don't have the strength to attack the massive trolls and giants. It is precisely these two monsters that are the most powerful in destroying the battle line. Once the battle line collapses, the following black orcs and orc soldiers will rush up, forming a melee.

Humans compete with orcs with round waists and strong arms, and they are completely at a disadvantage, and the melee is basically over.

Karna sighed, "If Bakaria still had the legendary Pegasus Knight, he wouldn't be so passive. They are the strongest class to restrain the giants. ”

At this time, Sylvie suddenly pointed a finger, and there was already a cry in her voice: "Look!"

Following his fingers, Martin noticed that on the top of the hill, Bakaria's royal flag was still there, but it was down at half-mast.

There is only one case where King Keane Kurt is dead, or dying.

Martin instantly understood why the soldiers directly under the kingdom below still fought endlessly until the warriors, even if the battle line was so broken.

Because...... This is a mourner!

Without any further hesitation, Martin slapped the armrest of the throne, and Vimona descended sharply.

The sun's brilliance bloomed from the golden hull of the Ship of Radiance, and a pair of wings made of emerald gemstones and other precious stones turned into two brilliant flags.

【King's Treasure】Unleashed!

The warriors below saw only bundles of golden lightsabers descend from the clouds, plunging straight into the ground.

With the golden rain, the ark walked with the golden light, and it descended like a god descending from the earth.

An axe spear pointed directly at those tall and destructive figures, and the weapons swept through the air at high speed, refracting burning gold threads in the sunlight.

In the next moment, the situation suddenly reversed!