The knight who had been ready for a long time shouted, "For the dignity of the Hurricane Knight, rush!"

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The war horse under them let out a neigh, as if feeling the strong killing intent of the master, and the back kick of the war horse angrily dug out a piece of dirt and rushed out like a hurricane.

At this moment, the Knights charged, and they rushed into the wolves like cannonballs, and in their pass, a piece of stump and a huge wolf's head flew up.

The knight's sword, which symbolized honor, glowed coldly under the swaying of the firelight, and wherever the knight's sword fell, a mist of blood splashed there.

The foul smell soon spread, and the inky demonic blood rained down, and the severed limbs and severed heads soon covered the grass.

But demons are painless, fearless, even if their companions die miserably, other demons will not be affected in the slightest, if the steppe gray wolf still knows how to advance and retreat, then after they demonize, the only remaining fear has become gone.

It was destined to be a bloody battle, and the knights were even more fearless than the demons in front of them in order to defend the dignity of the hurricane and the honor of the knights.

Rushing to the middle of the line, Rodri Kyle, who is only 17 years old, will celebrate his 18th birthday tonight, and he will be a would-be knight when the sun rises tomorrow. (Kingdom Law, 18 years old to receive the knighthood.) ）

He is the glory of the Rodri family. As the second son, he did not inherit the title of knight, but with his extraordinary perseverance and talent, he earned himself the qualification to become a great knight, and the qualification of the Hurricane Knights, the highest honor of the knights of the South.

What an honor, he thought, and the Knights of Rodri would be immensely proud and honored of him.

However, in order to become a true knight, in addition to being at least eighteen years old, you need to follow the Order on the expedition and win honors, which is why this young knight is here.

But the dim environment, the high-speed movement, the ferocity of the enemy, and the fear in his heart made him instantly chaotic, and every blow he threw out of the rules.

His attacks had deviated from the enemy's vital point several times, and if it weren't for the momentum brought by the horses under him, his attacks would not have even had the slightest damage effect, which doubled the pressure on the knights in the rear, and at the same time caused a huge burden on himself.

Even at a certain moment, he had already foreseen the scene when he was pounced on by the demon wolf, and what awaited him was a tragic death on this plain and grass.

He kept telling himself, as he usually trained, to use his eyes to catch every detail, and to send the sharp knight's sword into the enemy's vital point with unmistakable accuracy.

Finally, at a certain moment, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him became clear, a demon wolf the size of a calf pounced, he waved the sharp blade in his hand, saw the enemy's head and slashed down, the explosive power instantly concentrated on the blade, making it easy to split the head of the demon wolf.

This perfect blow made him realize that the demons in front of him were not as terrible as people said, and he could have slashed them under his sword.

At this moment, he burned a strong self-confidence in his heart!

"For the honor of the knights!" Kyle shouted, and the power that should have belonged to him returned to his body, just like the other knights, invincible.

"For the honor of the knights!"

A cry that pierced the night sky resounded through the boundless grassland, and it brought fearless courage and invincible heroic knights!

However, their strength is limited after all, in the face of dozens of times the demon wolves on their side, they can only take care of the present, and more demon wolves are rushing towards the river bank like a tide, and their target is a larger number of mercenaries.

"Let's kill them! Let them know who the real wolves are!" one of the elites shouted, throwing his hands behind his back and drawing two silver-light scimitars. He leapt to his feet and came face to face with a wolf king who lunged at him.

The next moment, the two scimitars slashed down at the same time, slashing a silver arc in the air, directly splitting the wolf king from the center of his eyebrows, and the charcoal-like fire extended from the wolf's head to the entire body, and before the corpse could land, the demon wolf turned into ashes.

And after he landed, he was followed by a perfect whirling slash, and the scimitar drew a wonderful arc, sending the surrounding demon wolves directly into hell.

Immediately afterward, thirty members of the mercenary group also launched an attack at the same time, and they were like harvesters slashing the demon wolves trying to get close to the shore, but their numbers were still too small.

"Stay in formation, attack!"

The tide of demonic wolves fanned towards them, and they clearly had the upper hand in both numbers and momentum.

But the mercenaries who participated in the escort mission this time were also experienced in a hundred battles, and they let out a cry that tore through the night at the same time, and rushed forward with weapons and shields in hand.

The moment the two sides touched, there was a huge roar, rushing to the front, and the mercenaries holding shields were knocked down on the spot, they were knocked down by the huge momentum, and some people were even directly knocked away, directly taking down several charging mercenaries.