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Count Claes was in the last row of the entire sprinting formation, and he had laid down his overhered helmet and sword aloft, ready to charge at the opposite side of the Rhodoks, who were clearly on the verge of losing their morale and morale.

Just now, he received the news of the messenger from Paraven, just half an hour ago, a mysterious heavy cavalry ambushed the Swadia palace guards who went out of the city to suppress bandits, and the preliminary judgment was that within half an hour, at least nearly four thousand palace guards were killed, and the number of the other party was unknown.

It doesn't matter if it's just a heavy ride, after all, Parabun has a high wall and a fortified city, and the heavy rider can't climb to the top of the city, as long as he can't hold out. However, the surviving palace guards said that in addition to this unknown number of heavy cavalry, there were at least 3,000 heavy infantry and crossbowmen, and there may have been other ambushes.

After reading this letter, Count Claes felt that the blood all over his body was cold! Previously, the Blood Rose Knights had been transferred out of Paravon by a team of nearly 2,000 bandits. Now, he was dragged here for nearly four hours by a Rhodok, who had only a few thousand men and a strong will to fight, but obviously had no backup! Now, the palace guards of Paravon, who were 12,000, had gone out of the city to suppress the bandits, but they were ambushed, and only a few hundred people had returned! Obviously, the opponent was definitely not something that a few thousand people could do, not to mention tens of thousands of people.

Then, the purpose of these tens of thousands of people is obvious, and you don't have to ask, you know, it's in Palaubun!

And because he was cautious about the possible ambush, he didn't use the trump card in his hand, the Swadia Royal Knight, God knows, under such a grand calculation, this group of Rhodoks is obviously used to contain his outcasts, and the commander of the other party has such a big plan, he doesn't care about the life and death of these thousands of remnants at all!

When did Rhodok come out with such a sharp and spicy commander? Was it the old boy of Rayland, or the cunning guy of Griffows who led the team himself?

Claes was so regretful that he almost vomited blood, and now he only hoped to annihilate the stubborn Rhodoks in front of him in the shortest possible time, and then quickly return to the division, and at the same time send someone to inform the Captain Tuyas of the Knights of the Blood Rose, and gather the strength of the two heavy horsemen, maybe the situation can be saved.

"It's a pity that I wasted so much time and energy to test before, those heavy riders, although not as precious as the royal knights, still have a certain use. Count Claes rode his horse in deep thought.

Suddenly, a sharp bolt grazed his cheek and nailed to the shiny plate armor on the back of the knight in front of him, breaking through the plate and shooting the knight off his horse.

Claes habitually swung his sword and shouted: "Enemy crossbowmen, spread out ......"

But he immediately reacted, no, why did this arrow come from behind?

While his mind was still spinning on this question, suddenly from behind him came a dense and overwhelming ghost howl, which was the characteristic sound of Rhodok's siege crossbow, and this sound was even several times louder than the sound of the opponent's first wave of fire when the battle began.

Before he could react, there was a sudden numbness on his back, and a sharp three-edged armor-piercing crossbow roared through his vest and poked out of his left chest, tearing his whole body off his horse with a huge impact.

The last scene in the life of Count Claes was that the royal knights, who were starting to sprint with all their might, were struck by a sudden and dense hail of arrows that fell on their heads.

The Rhodok on the other side had a madness in his eyes that he couldn't believe for the rest of his life.

The craziest of all was Allah, who was ready to be martyred, intending to dismount as many Swadia royal knights as possible before his death. Seeing that they began to charge, but there was no movement in the woods behind the royal knight, he knew that he was probably deceived by Emmons.

A team of 7,000 people was actually regarded as an outcast, Emmons, what a great courage!

He was dead.

However, as the Svadia Royal Knight galloped to a distance of nearly a hundred meters, his ears suddenly heard the familiar ghostly roar of a siege crossbow amid the deafening thunderous hooves of horses.

Then, there was an overwhelming rain of arrows that shot down like a huge magic hand, and in just one wave, it slapped the thousand royal knights who rushed towards them in all directions, and their souls were scattered!

Then, the light sound of hooves from both sides sounded like the sound of a Rhodok crossbow scout.

Then, there was the dull rumbling of footsteps, the clanging of weapons and shields.

When he opened his eyes again, there were no more Svadians with weapons in front of him, and the Swadian squire knights and dismounted heavy horsemen who had been entrenched on the high ground of the first array actually knelt down with their backs to him, their weapons held high above their heads.

They are surrendering!

What's the situation?

Allah pushed away the stunned soldiers in front of him, and rushed up to the highest height.

In front of him, there were torches denser than the stars, illuminating the battlefield with fire.

Under the torches, at least 10,000 snipers from the Rhodok fortress poured out of the woodland on the opposite side. They were holding siege crossbows in both hands, and it was clear that they had fired the rain of arrows just now.

After that, at least 30,000 Rhodok infantry, stepping on the neat drums of war, came out of the woods, and there was no end to it.

On both sides of the battlefield, there were two teams of Rhodok crossbowmen in a team of 5,000 people each, and at this time the entire battlefield had been surrounded, and no one would be able to get out.

At the forefront of the crossbow scouts, a general in bright silver armor and a cold overlay looked at him, and the eyes of the overhead showed two Hessian holes. The general, dressed in a fine velvet cloak of snow-white, was more than sixty centimeters wide and eighty centimeters long, and held a heraldic shield with the coat of arms of the Griffos family inlaid with Mithril on his left hand, and a cold armor glove in his right hand rested lightly on a delicate saber at his waist.

Seeing Ala, covered in blood, appear on the highest high ground, the general stopped his horse's hooves, raised his right hand, and gently removed the overlay helmet.

With the removal of the covered helmet, a long pale blonde hair poured out, as if on the great lake of Djerkhara, the projection of the beautiful moonlight, holy, elegant, as if in a different world.

The owner of the hair is a young girl who is so beautiful that words can't describe it, but her face is expressionless, as if she has not melted for thousands of years, and it is so cold that it is terrifying.

The girl looked at Allah from afar, her face calm.

And Allah, who was on the other side, sat down on the top of the hillside, with a wry smile on his face, and said, "Elija...... I didn't expect you to save me again......"