With Kabilo's roar, the rest of the dragon lance warriors also reacted separately, looking at the oppressive scene in front of them, their pupils did not have fear, but showed strong hatred.

For the royal court, the Dragon Lance Dynasty is a feud against the homeland, but in the eyes of this group of young Dragon Lance soldiers, these Wu people are not the most hateful enemies?

The royal flag on the wooden chariot fluttered in the wind, and the royal court totem on it was clearly visible in the sunlight, it was a vast starry sky, and in the center of the starry sky was a crown.

Next to the chariot, surrounded by several Wu clan guards who were far taller than the others, led by one holding a huge frost battle axe, with a mask made of white paper attached to his face, the gaze shot from behind the two eye holes on the white paper mask was deep and cold, just like the magic battle axe in his hand.

On the chariot sat an elder dressed in a white deerskin robe, embroidered with twelve mystical symbols, forming a ring that symbolized the ancient deity of the Wu Clan--- the Wheel of Fortune.

Seeing this elder, Kabilo's heart sank, he had lived in the Western Realm for more than 20 years, and he was already familiar with the identity of the Wu clan, and he recognized it at a glance as a robe symbolizing the sacrifice of the Wu clan.

And it was no ordinary sacrifice, only the upper priests who occupied important positions in the Holy Spirit Court were qualified to select four or five of the strongest witch guards as their subordinates.

The ordinary soldier of the Wu clan, Kabilo, is not in his eyes, the experienced dragon spear warrior can pick out any one, and he can beat dozens of Wu soldiers at the same time, what he is really afraid of is the powerful and weird magic of the Wu clan sacrifices and warlocks, in addition, those few guards are not easy to deal with.

"Little ones, cheer up, we only have one chance to charge. "There is only one goal, to tear the old guy in that chariot to pieces, and to bury the brothers who died a few days ago." ”

Hearing this roar, the dragon lancers drew their long swords one after another, and the strong battle intent and sword qi converged on their blades, and the monstrous murderous aura spread like a tide, and their eyes became extremely fierce and fierce.

Feeling the murderous aura rushing ahead, the Wu soldiers who were moving forward couldn't help but stop in their tracks, not because of fear, but because the elder sitting in the carriage opened his eyes and gestured to them to stop advancing.

"Welcome, Expeditionary Knights of the Dragonlance Dynasty. ”

The Great Priest of the Wu Clan stood up and stood upright on the chariot, his height was even taller than that of ordinary dragon lance people, and the common words of the continent that came out of his mouth were correct and round, and with the help of some secret art, they were transmitted to the ears of the dragon lance soldiers.

"You will be a precious sacrifice, and the great Wheel of Fortune is waiting to feast on your body and soul. ”

Kabilo smashed a bite on the ground, and pointed forward with his sword, "Fuck your grandmother's wheel of fate, I want to see if that bullshit god of yours will bless you when my sword stabs into the head of your god." ”

"Today, it is necessary for me to let you experience the power of the Wheel of Fortune for yourself. The Wu Clan's words fell, "Guer, go and fetch my staff." ”

The witch priest from the upper echelons of the Holy Spirit Royal Court reached out and held the magic wand handed over by his subordinates, and at that moment, the red agate on the tip of the staff suddenly glowed scarlet.

With a sharp sword point, the dragon lance soldiers lined up in a tacit formation, forming a sharp arrow formation and rushing towards the wooden chariot.

The Wu soldiers raised their spears and swords to meet what they saw as feuds, stopping the charging dragon lancers.

The two sides collided together and began to fight.

There was a disgusting smell of blood in the fresh breath after the rain, and the broken limbs mixed with the rain of blood poured down on the land under his feet that had been burned by the flames of war for thousands of years.

The earth, which previously exuded a faint earthy smell, has now had dozens of more pools of blood, and the picture is extremely tragic.

Undeterred by the bloody image, both sides of the battle were indifferent, and for centuries a similar scene had been played out in the wilderness at every moment, and all the participants had become completely numb.

In the face of the Wu soldiers who were several times their own, the dragon lance knights showed unparalleled combat power and blood.

After several days of traveling, the supposed exhausted dragon lancer still easily tore through the battle formation of the Wu clan, and the sword qi was unbridled, cutting through the fragile bodies of the Wu soldiers like wheat in a rice field.

Compared with the well-trained and individually powerful dragon lance knights, the Wu soldiers are a whole far behind in terms of physical fitness and martial arts, and they are even more than a century behind in terms of equipment alone.

The standard swords and armor used by the Northern Wind Legion Expeditionary Force were all sophisticated weapons produced by the Alchemy Altar, and the wooden spears and steel swords of the Wu soldiers hit the armor, causing negligible damage.

And the leather armor of the Wu soldiers, in front of the long sword forged by the alchemy altar, is just a piece of paper that is a little harder.

This is the gap accumulated by civilization, and the two sides of the contest are completely different from the same era.

There were more and more corpses on the ground belonging to the Wu Clan, but none of the Dragonlancers fell.

Such a brilliant result did not make Cabilo happy in the slightest, on the contrary, the deeper he charged, the more intense his inner vigilance became.

At this time in the past, the Wu soldiers should have shrunk their battle lines and turned from offensive to defensive, and this is what Kabilo is most worried about, after all, the numerical advantage of the Wu Clan is too obvious, if the battle is dragged into a protracted war, over time, the last to fall must be the dragon lancers.

However, until this moment, the Wu soldiers still did not do this, even if the corpses of their companions were placed in front of them, they were still afraid of death in front of the dragon lance knight's long sword, using their flesh and blood to resist the sword qi emitted by the knights, and welcome the mortal end.

Kabilo had a faint smell of conspiracy.

The dragoknights who had risen to the occasion also felt a little abnormal, but they did not stop, still immersed in the pleasure of being invincible.

Blood spread across the land, and from time to time there was a terrible sword wind, and the clatter of the blade cutting through the flesh and slicing into the bones echoed endlessly, making people frightened and frightened.

The autumn wind is whirling, and the corpses are everywhere.

Seeing the soldiers in front of him dying one after another, the royal court priest in a high position was expressionless, his expression was indifferent, waving his magic wand and chanting obscure and lengthy incantations, as if he was preparing a powerful magic.

If one observes closely, they will find that the eyes of the priest are not fixed on the bloody battle that is going on in front of them from beginning to end, but look intently into the distance, as if waiting for something.

A hundred meters away from the goal!

Kabilo accurately estimated the distance, and then let out a loud shout, and he was furious, and a scorching red light erupted from the metal longsword, slashing at the Wiccan soldiers in front of him.

This is not the magic attached to the alchemy weapon, but the sword qi that the old knight has cultivated after fighting on the border for many years.

The pale red sword light was like a fierce beast, and it slammed into the battle array of the witch clan savagely.

The Wu soldiers were shocked to find that the weapons in their hands seemed to have fallen into boiling molten steel after touching the red sword qi, and melted in an instant.

The scorching sword continued to move forward, and a cloud of green smoke rose from the Wu soldiers who tried to stop them along the way, and then fell to the ground groaning in pain.