A strong soldier grabbed the craftsman by the collar, and impatiently pulled him in front of his eyes and asked, "My eldest brother is still waiting outside to return to the camp, and you are now telling us that it will take half a day to open the gate, how did you build the gate before?" Hurry up and open the door for me!"

The craftsman's face was flushed by the soldiers, and he shouted injusticely: "Warrior, it's not our fault, how could we have thought that there would be a situation where a giant beast would come and hit the door! Besides, this gate has indeed successfully guarded the camp!"

Seeing that the craftsman still dared to defend himself, the soldier raised his strong fist in anger, and just as he wanted to teach the craftsman a hard lesson, a serious reprimand came from behind: "Stop me!"

The soldier turned away angrily, horrified to find Her Majesty standing behind him glaring at him. He hurriedly let go of his grip on the craftsman's collar and stood respectfully to the side.

Gladys ignored the abusive soldier and eagerly climbed onto the lookout.

She saw Count Pike, who was stopped at the door and could not be returned, and said loudly, "Count Pike, the gate of the camp is damaged, I'm afraid you can't withdraw now." We can't send infantry to support you, so I now order you to retreat south and don't stay here!"

Earl Pike heard a familiar voice and looked up to see that it was Her Majesty.

He replied in the same loud voice: "Your Majesty, your good intentions have been understood, but the enemy's army is already close at hand, and our horses are so tired that they cannot escape far." ”

He turned his head again to observe the enemy's position, and then said: "Your Majesty, the Imperial cavalry will not retreat as the spear of the Empire, since we have no way to retreat, then let us show the last attack for the Empire!"

Seeing this, Gladys anxiously shouted: "I ordered you to evacuate here, and you dare to disobey!"

But Count Pike ignored the Empress's call and rode to the front of the procession.

He looked at these cavalrymen who had been following him for a long time and smiled, looked at the approaching enemy in the distance and shouted loudly: "Soldiers of the Empire, we are the vanguard of the Empire, and we are responsible for charging for Her Majesty the Empress, and now Her Majesty the Empress is behind us, we will not retreat in the face of the fierce enemy, and attack is the creed of the cavalry!"

The surviving cavalrymen tried their best to control the tired and restless horses under their seats, and listened solemnly to the count's pre-battle speech.

At this moment, the enemy's banner cavalry could see clearly, but their eyes were still determined.

Count Pike raised his saber in his hand and shouted without looking back, "Brothers, let these barbarians see how powerful we are!

"Fight, fight, fight!" the cavalrymen responded to the count's call.

At the sound of the order, thousands of cavalry rushed out of the camp gates, and they charged forward with an indomitable will and a sense of no return.

Their horses were no longer as fast as they had been, and their weapons were only spears, but they were still as fearless as ever, even if they would never return.

The retreating Abyss Army had successfully converged with the Horde reinforcements led by Gael, and the fireball that had just flown in was the fireball spell performed by the Abyss Priests. This was also one of Toruń's hidden backhands until today, when the priests finally showed the power of magic, dealing a heavy blow to the Imperial Legions, who knew nothing about magic.

Toruń's eyes widened as he looked at the cavalry rushing in the distance, a look of disgust appeared on his face, it was these cunning humans who sneaked up on the rear of the Abyss army, causing him to lose so many important people, and now that the situation on the battlefield has been reversed, let these weak humans taste their own anger!

He looked at the dozens of priests behind him and asked, "Is your magic enough for you to perform a fireball spell?"

The priest at the head replied respectfully, "Yes, my lord!"

Toren pointed at the cavalry in front of him and shouted, "You aim at those humans and unleash fireballs at them!"

The priests followed Toruń's orders, silently reciting the incantation, using the last shred of magic in their bodies to release dozens of balls of fire.

Balls of flame shot out of the priests' staffs and slashed across the trees and grass on the ground, and the poor grass and trees were burned into ashes and scattered to the heavens and the earth without even a trace of flame. The ball of flame crashed into the galloping cavalry.

There was no suspense, as long as the cavalry touched the flame ball did not survive, they relied on their bodies to consume magical energy, hoping to reduce the flight distance of the flame ball, and create an opportunity for their comrades behind them to reach the enemy's front.

When the priests' magical attacks were completely gone, the cavalry was reduced to less than two thousand men.

The enemy's attack was not only magical, but they also rained arrows in the direction of the cavalry, continuing to harvest the lives of the Imperial cavalry.

After the rain of arrows fell, the cavalry in the battlefield was still galloping, and after sacrificing so many soldiers, they finally arrived in front of the enemy's formation, and the cavalry stared at the enemy with their rifles in their hands, this was their last charge!