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"For the Light!"

A fierce roar came from behind him, and then the dazzling holy light lit up behind him, accompanied by a desperate roar, turning into a scorching wave of qi that rolled over the sky.

The horse neighed, and the wave of air suffocated it, and the beast's instincts told them that the danger was approaching behind them, and if they didn't flee, the eyes of death would fall on it, and the ground beneath their feet would obviously not mind an extra horse bone.

"Hiss~"

The war horse raised its hooves, and its huge body jerked up, revealing the strong muscles of its abdomen.

"Steady!"

The old paladins roared, after ten more years of training, they were one by one under such a scene, and the entire restless battlefield was really pressed down, the young knights blushed, and their legs clamped the belly of the war horse, trying their best to quiet the war horse that wanted to flee in fear.

However, it is so thin to do so.

Even if you don't turn your head, you can imagine how tragic the war was, the roar of the orcs, the roar of the paladin, the waves of blood turned into blood slapping the earth, the scorching breath of the holy light tumbling all the time, the loud roar, the earth trembled, and the light of the entire sky was torn to shreds, turning into nothingness in a roar from the soul.

"For the Light!"

"Die to you, cowardly worm!"

............

Roars were intertwined, surging blood and scorching holy light fused together, and they had long been unable to distinguish each other.

A loud voice representing a life sounded from time to time, and a roar of despair sounded in the ears of every knight, composing a prelude to life.

"They need support!"

The young paladins were shocked, the ignition of blood and fire ignited infinite fighting spirit in their hearts, and the hands that held the long sword tightly trembled involuntarily, waiting for the command of the regimental commander, and then turned around and slashed the long sword in his hand on the ugly face mercilessly.

"No way!"

The words of the commander of the Roman Slow regiment were so cold, indifferent like snowflakes falling on pure white armor, without any temperature, as a knight of mercy, the purpose of accepting this task was to sacrifice himself, and his blood was to sprinkle his blood on the snow.

As for the people behind him, the head of Roma Slow had already understood their fate from the very beginning - the bait, for the news of Archbishop Misser, this million people who had been on the road for a long time were destined to be abandoned, and in this snowy field, abandonment represented death.

Not now, of course.

The eagle-like eyes of Rome stared at the horizon in front of them, and the quiet white was like a rope around the neck of a hangman, binding all the exhaust fumes in his chest, making people feel suffocating pain.

"No one?"

He didn't believe it, the intuition that the war had given him told him that there was an abyss of terror in front of him, and even if the world in front of him was empty, he believed that it was just not discovered.

"You guys, go and explore!"

Rome Slow pointed to the snow white in front of him, and pointed to the hundreds of paladins beside him.

Hundreds of paladins galloped on their horses, and the holy light all over their bodies bloomed, blending into the four hooves of the war horse, the war horse neighed, and the brown hooves of the horse were wrapped in dots of holy light, stepping on the ground, and a huge force poured into the earth.

"Boom~" "Boom~" "Boom~"......

The earth roared, the snow fell, and the bare frozen soil cracked black cracks, looking down from the sky, it was like a terrible wound on a beautiful face.

The paladins couldn't stop the galloping horses under the crotch at all, although the paladins were all powerful knights, but the war horses under the crotch were not "brothers" who got along day and night after all, coupled with the surging of holy light and blood behind him, the fragile war horse's nerves fell into fear, and they ran towards the distant horizon regardless of together.

"Nope!"

The paladin shouted loudly as he struggled to maintain his balance on his horse, and the cold wind swept through the snow, pouring the paladin with a mouthful of it, and completely pressing the two words back to his throat.

Roman Slo's eyes sank, and the unknown fear was like a knife hanging above his head, and the snow-white world in front of him turned into a terrifying white demonic beast in his eyes, revealing a huge mouth like a black crack, swallowing his entire consciousness in one gulp.

He urged the war horse to wander with a little impatience, his face showing a rare intersecting color, and every gaze that fell on the front was filled with heavy anxiety.

It's not that he is unfounded, but the tragic war behind him and the blood and flesh that sometimes splatters like a knife to his throat, strangulating his chaotic thoughts to pieces.

He still remembered what his teacher, the paladin Sax, had warned him about: If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

So since the battlefield behind him is so tragic, is the world in front of him too peaceful?

"Commander, you can't wait any longer, the brothers are about to lose their support!"

The roar of the young knight behind him sounded in his ears, and without looking back, Romaslo could feel the paladins who were close to exploding behind him, and even, vaguely, he felt the gaze of the old paladins who were preparing to sacrifice with him.

So be it!

Rome Slow thought so in his heart, and he turned around, and his eagle-like gaze swept over the earnest faces, over the millions of people praying sincerely, and landed on the blood-covered meat grinder.

Ignoring the blood mist that blinded the corners of his eyes, the paladin slashed out the long sword in his hand in the darkness, and the blood in his hand splattered, attaching to the pure white holy light with an evil temptation.

The orc thumped his chest, the two bright stars between his eyebrows shattered, and his entire huge body swelled again, the green tendons on his thick arms were exposed, and the red muscles broke through the epidermis, ticking red blood.

"Roar~" "Kill!" "Three thousand left wings!" "Resist!"......

The tragic shouts are intertwined like songs, like a tragic epic in the annual ring of history, with the call of time and space, setting off a splash in the long river of history.

The badly wounded paladin lay on his back in the bloodstain, red blood mixed with the dirt of snow, soaked in pure white armor, outlining the fine veins. Immediately after, a sharp gasp sounded from the paladin's chest like a snor, and violent retching erupted from the paladin's stomach pouch, and a series of brown bile poured out of his mouth, covering his face.

"No!" the paladin roared unwillingly, jumped up, and fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the pain of suffocation made his body twist into a prawn, one hand was raised in despair, and he scratched helplessly towards the sky.

"Roar~"

The orc rushed over, and the heavy hooves of the beast stomped on the paladin's body fiercely, and the paladin didn't even make a muffled snort, one hand softened and fell.

............

Such paladins are not uncommon, almost every paladin in his hand is struggling to get up, roaring and rushing towards the enemy in front of him, but the difference is that he succeeds or fails?

Roman Slow closed his eyes almost sadly, the unwillingness and tragedy of the battlefield to tear people's hearts knocked on his heart, and the disappearance of those familiar faces made him feel unreal.

More than a third of the 80,000 paladins have been damaged, which means that at least 20,000 paladins roared and turned into holy light, completely turning their bodies into a white layer of snow that stained the earth, turning the entire battlefield into a field of flesh and blood.

Incredible, really incredible!

Roman Slow roared in his heart, he had pitied the paladin how much praise and glory he had experienced, he was used to seeing sacrifice when he came to the battlefield with sacrifice, but he had never seen the sacrifice of his own people.

Paladins are invincible! Paladins are invincible! Paladins are inviolable!

However, the pile of dirt-soaked flesh was so dazzling, the sweet smell of the tip of his nose made him tremble uncontrollably, and the roar and tragedy resounded in his ears made him almost want to close his senses.

"It can't be!"

Roman Slow trembled imperceptibly, and then took a big breath, the cold breath crossed his throat and poured into his lungs, and the pain like a knife cut made him compose, and a pair of eagle eyes swept across the tragedy in front of him, and fell on the majestic body with minced flesh.

Orcs, enemies who have fought for ten years, avengers who have come out of the wilderness, hold the banner of war and death, and ask innocent humans for the blood to wash away their shame.

On the other side, the entire 50,000 orcs who groped out of the darkness to launch an attack were also left with 38,900 left, and a little more than 10,000 orcs closed their eyes forever in the madness of the paladin, and exchanged the surging blood on their bodies like a dragon to this land, believing that as long as it is no longer cold, after 10,000 years, this land will be fertile, even if a dead grass is inserted, it can thrive.

"Die, die, let's die together!"

Roman Slow gritted his teeth and cursed viciously, as a paladin who sacrificed his son on the battlefield, the orcs in front of him were undoubtedly the object of his hatred.

"Keep on guard!"

He jerked around, refuting the desires of almost all paladins.

"Captain!"

The young paladins were furious, the blood that had just been ignited in his heart burned with his anger, and the actions of Romaslo were naked cowards in his eyes, and cowards, in their eyes, were unforgivable!

"Roman Slo, you don't deserve to be the head of the regiment. ”

The roar of the green paladin stirred the nerves of Roman Slo, and the eagle-like gaze fell on the face of the young paladin, and the ferocity practiced in the killing made the knight's war horses retreat in shock.

"You ......"

The young paladin's expression was stunned, how could he be the opponent of Roman Slo, not to mention the ferocity of the ten years of fighting, just the strength of two people. A nine-day paladin, while the other ......

"Hey~"

The old paladin, who was also a paladin, sighed, stretched out his hand and pulled the frozen young paladin behind him, and met the gaze of Roman Slow, without falling behind at all.

"Black Saka, watch out for that little chick!"

Rome Slow did not pity his own taunt, and looked at the young paladin with a deep disdain.

The old paladin, who was called Black Sarka, snorted coldly, controlled the war horse and took two steps back, silent, but the movements of his hands rigidly controlled the young paladin who was controlled by the ridiculous dignity of the young man.

"Humph!"

Roman Slow withdrew his gaze and fell to the white horizon trampled by hundreds of horses in the distance, deep doubts precipitating in his mind.

"Impossible, there must be something I didn't find, there must be, the silence in front of me must be strange!"

The trampling of hundreds of horses completely destroyed the white horizon, and the snow in the sky still fell like goose feathers, but it still couldn't make up for the colorful black gaps.

"Da Da Da ......"

The 120,000 paladins were in full array, and their sharp eyes swept across the ground in front of them like a sieve as they moved with the movement of the war horse, melting every snowflake in their eyes.

The war behind it continued, and it did not stagnate for a moment because of the decrease in numbers, but intensified, and the roars were like thunder......

"For the Light......

"O Holy Light, give me the strength to destroy the evil in front of me!"

"Roar, worm, I'll take your life!"

"Resist, your blood will be more delicious......"

......

Finally, the suppressed emotions were completely released.

The young paladin opened the barrier of the old paladin beside him, pulled the reins suddenly, the war horse neighed, turned the horse's head directly in mid-air, jumped violently, crossed the heavy crowd, flew over the obstacle in front of him, waved the long sword in his hand in mid-air, and slashed down at a hideous orc.

The holy light burst, and the scorching light was released in an instant, and the roar was accompanied by a stream of blood that poured the green paladin's face.

"Kill!"

The young paladin roared, his heart was filled with pride, and in an instant he rose to the sky, laughing, and the long sword in his hand fell again, sending out an attack horn towards the orc in front of him.

Roman Sloh was shocked, the secret path was not good, and the eagle-like eyes instantly locked on the paladin who was fighting bloodily, and he decided that if he could survive this time, the life of this paladin was predetermined.

"Hahaha...... Are you still listening to this cowardly leader?"

The voice of the young paladin came from afar, with an indescribable pleasure.

The other paladins glanced at each other, and before Roshanslor could give the order, about half of the paladins turned their horses' heads in unison, and after a long neigh, the holy light burst out, turning into a curtain of light that enveloped the battlefield in front of them.

"Kill!" ......

Under the light curtain, tens of thousands of roars sounded at the same time, and waves of blood sprayed on the light curtain, turning the pure white light curtain into a blood-colored canopy.

"Ah~"

At this moment, hundreds of screams rang out at the same time, and Roshanslow hurriedly turned his gaze back...... (To be continued.) )