As early as the Mudran Dynasty, the cavalry of the Central Plains had developed a complete set of tactics, and with the improvement of generations over the centuries, by the time of the founding of Erathia, they already had an iron army that could gallop across the continent.

Whether it was a roundabout way or tearing through the enemy formation, or taking the head of the enemy general from the army, it was not difficult for this group of paladins who had entered the reserve of the Holy Knights since childhood and promoted on the basis of merit, and the only thing that made Morris not immediately give the order to start charging was none other than the hundreds of giant bed crossbows located in the rear of the barbarian army.

King Ryan gave her orders to time her charge, so when she saw that the werewolf legions on the right flank of the barbarians began to show a tendency to retreat under the suppression of the Crusaders and the Priesthood, she realized that the opportunity she had been waiting for had come.

However, what surprised her at the same time was that although the werewolf infantry had suffered huge losses and was gradually retreating, it was still fighting bravely and showing no signs of rout, which was very different from the weak image of the swamp people that had remained in her mind before.

You must know that in the past, these werewolves couldn't even afford to be an impact of the halberd infantry formation, let alone the crusade formed by elite swordsmen, everyone in them had mastered the existence of sword qi.

And the root of it all lies in the barbarian at the front of the werewolf formation, even if the sharp barbarian battle axe has been rolled up, the knotted muscles in his body and the furious blood contained in it seem to be felt even by Morris from afar, let alone the crusaders who face him.

He alone was able to withstand the onslaught of dozens of crusaders at the forefront, and he managed to maintain an orderly retreat without collapsing with his high force, and without his presence, the battle would undoubtedly turn into a one-sided slaughter.

What is even more interesting is that the battle on the right flank is so fierce that although the big-eared monsters on their left are still strong and even the wolf knights behind them are not engaged in the battle at all, there is no barbarian army to support them, as if they are going to watch this army being eaten.

"Interesting!"

Maurice snorted and flipped onto his horse, the cold visor blocking her stunning face with her lowered right hand.

She had already decided to use the werewolf infantry formation on the right flank of the enemy army as a breakthrough to tear apart the barbarian formation, and then crush the wolf cavalry army in the rear, and even smash the Yellow Dragon and capture the barbarian commander under the iron hooves, but she just thought about it.

Ten thousand troops take the head of the general from it, but it is only a sentence to say, and it is more than a thousand mountains and dangers to do.

Haag had just split the crusader in half with an axe, then snatched the steel shield that had smashed at his neck on the left side, and slammed it into the other's arms with a back, and with the sound of crackling and cracking bones, the swordsman flew upside down with blood spurting from his mouth.

This is already how many enemies he has killed, and so far he has single-handedly led the group of werewolves behind him to block the enemy's attack.

When the herald told him that the werewolf unit he led would become the first echelon to go to the battlefield, he knew that the final battle was coming, and there was no need to think about rescue or anything, even before stepping out of the camp gate, he told his werewolves that if they wanted to survive, then the only way to do this was to hold the hammer in their hands, and the more enemies they killed, the greater the chance of survival.

He did not and will not make any promises to the werewolf, in the words of that man, the person who lives on the handouts of others is the most hopeless fool in the world, and a true warrior will take his destiny into his own hands at all times.

In fact, they did, withstanding the attack of 5,000 Crusaders and priests for an hour with 5,000 weak men, and even though the ogre infantry on the left was on the verge of collapse under the fierce attack of the enemy.

It's just that the ogres have the support of the big-eared monsters and wolf cavalry and even the orc legions behind them, but there is nothing behind them.

Seeing that the crusaders who had been defeated shouted again, they pounced again, and Hag spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and it was impossible to say that he was unscathed in the fierce battle, and the blood that stained his whole body to a dark red was his and his enemy's, and even several wounds had scabbed over and burst back open, revealing the strong and throbbing muscles inside.

Hag picked up a long sword from the weapons scattered on the ground at random, his battle axe had completely collapsed due to the overuse of the blade, if it weren't for the too many enemies that pounced on him, he even felt that it would be smoother with his bare hands, but he had just stepped over the corpse in front of him and wanted to meet the crusaders who were wrapped in iron armor, but a violent vibration reached the soles of his feet from the ground in the distance.

Paladins!Hag looked at the dusty dragon that was rushing towards him not far away.

A distance of several hundred meters was only a few breaths under the crotch of the majestic war horse from the Central Plains, and when Hag had just swept away the crusaders besieging him with a single sword, the female knight led by him who was dressed in extremely sexy clothes with extremely murderous intent had already slashed at his neck with a sword.

"It's good to come!"

Hag let out a loud shout, but his body quickly retreated with the sword blade that was close to his throat, although he was a barbarian, yes, but it didn't mean that he was stupid, the strength of the heavily armored war horse after completing the charge, and the strength of the female knight herself was enough to break the not very easy long sword in his hand in two.

And once he loses his weapon, the chances of surviving the torrent of steel that follows are almost nil.

Of course, retreating was not the best way, but it was the most correct choice Hag could make at this time, and he did not think that he could dodge this fatal sword by simply retreating.

And behind him are ordinary werewolf warriors, and he may be able to resist the crusaders, but it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to resist this kind of paladin order with a general.

A dozen steps back, when the golden fighting qi on the cold sword blade had already cut an inch of blood on his neck, the female knight's wrist that had been advancing suddenly paused, her sword momentum was exhausted, and until the momentum of the war horse was reached, a short gap appeared between the combination of the two forces.

And this is the opportunity that Haag has been waiting for!

He threw away the long sword in his hand with a loud shout, and then a circle of red light suddenly erupted around his body, and the bloodthirsty thaumaturgy wrapped in a little golden fighting qi in the white instantly filled his palms the size of a fan.

Just as the female knight's shoulders moved slightly, and the sword that had gradually disappeared was about to skyrocket again, Haag's palm slammed on the broad sword surfaces on both sides, and then clamped the long sword like an iron hoop.

"Get me down!"

Hag roared violently, the green tendons and muscles of his arms instantly swelled to a state of almost explosion, and then twisted down with the long sword, and then an irresistible force rushed down the sword gauntlet and rushed into the arms of the female knight, if she didn't want her entire right arm to be unscrewed alive, there were only two options.

Abandon the sword or abandon the horse.

It is the greatest shame in life for a swordsman to be snatched from his sword, and it is the same for a knight to be taken off his horse, so Morris did not choose either.

At the last moment, she grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, then lifted her legs up with her hips, and her whole body left the saddle slightly, and then two rapid spins in the air completely exhausted Haag's torque, and her body fell back steadily.

The whole movement was done in one go without the slightest stagnation, showing her excellent martial arts and thaumaturgy to the fullest, and during the whole process, her crotch and horse kept charging at a high speed, so when she fell back into the saddle, the long sword in her hand immediately turned into a horizontal slash, and the golden fighting spirit slammed into Haag's chest like a poisonous snake out of the hole.

"Hahaha! Good chick! I'll give it to you if you want!"

Haag didn't forget to provoke Morris at the moment of survival, perfectly carrying out the style that Lear had learned, and in fact he couldn't hold on to that sword at the moment, unless he didn't want his own hands.

When he saw the war horse passing by, he suddenly let go of his hands, and then stretched out his big fan-like hand and slapped it heavily on the heavy armor of the war horse's hips.

"Dengzi!"

Although the blow was protected by heavy armor and did not hurt the warhorse, Morris looked back as if the slap had been slapped on his ass, and looked at Haag through the two holes in the visor.

She really didn't expect that this barbarian would be able to make such a frivolous move when the two armies were facing each other for life and death, and the whole person was as uncomfortable as eating a fly when she was caught off guard, but Haq laughed twice regardless of it, turned around and knocked down the paladin who passed him by with a top shoulder, and then swung the heavy cavalry spear that grabbed the opponent and swung it violently towards the rear.

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