Count Greek of Blackwind Castle had a blue face, he had never seen such a tragic scene. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The knights of his realm raised their swords and pointed at Viscount Cato's troops who had lost his command, forcing them to charge forward.

Ahead was a sea of flames, the smell of blood and grease mixed with the blasting mud, and out of the net of fire were endless dark silver monsters, their bodies reflecting the color of fire, their faceless faces like blood, flowing scarlet, with open mouths full of glowing sharp teeth.

The Imperial cavalry was forced forward by their commanders, they were either facing monsters or swords, and fear left them with no choice and no choice but to be at a loss.

The crying of babies was mixed with the shouts of the people: "Help us, help us!"

They could neither dismount nor retreat, but could only pant and tremble as they pushed forward. Tears soaked the cloth under their breastplates, the honor of the Imperial knights was thrown out of their minds, and all they could see was death.

A group of silver monsters had already run to the front, their steel teeth snapping their legs and their bones shattering with a crisp sound, and they excitedly dragged the well-armed knights off their horses, holding down their heads, hands, and feet, tearing their limbs to shreds and sending them into their mouths.

The knights watched as their compatriots were eaten by monsters, and there were no fragments left, and the road paved with blood on the ground grew longer and longer, and there were charred blood clots in almost every inch of land in front of them. However, they could do nothing but wield their swords weakly and tighten their reins.

They frantically rushed into the mouths of these silver monsters, hoping that they would really do as the Prime Minister had ordered—that if they were fast enough, the monsters would not be able to catch up with the horses.

However, this is useless, there is fire everywhere, there are silver time demons everywhere, these little monsters are not afraid of fire, they are not afraid of scattered elemental light patterns, they are not afraid of sharp swords, they stand in front of the horse's legs, and bite when they open their mouths at the rushing creatures!

"God forbid! We're killing!" Grim felt as if a butcher's knife was sawing back and forth in his mind as he watched the army disappear in pieces like weeds blown by the wind, and heard the desperate cries for help from a monster.

He turned back to the herald and shouted, "No, we can't rush through!

But the herald ran out, and after a while, he squeezed into the line again, his face cold, looking like another Elio, and he conveyed a very merciless command: "Charge, or be punished for treason!"

At this time, Glick really wanted to be like those two mercenary teams, with his own territorial knights, in this crazy Imperial legion, to fight their way out of the bloody road and escape into the jungle.

However, his father, his relatives, and his family domain were close to the Silver Eagle, and if he did not carry out his orders, the flames of war would burn their land to the ground.

Grek could only stare at the raging silver sea, watching the steel monsters devour men and horses all, and the advancing ranks turned into a dent—the center was crowded with dwarf monsters, and all around were weeping cavalry.

"Charge, charge, charge!" Grek could only order, and all he could do was feel his liver and guts tremble, and his body turned into pieces of minced flesh, wriggling in the cold stomach of the monster, swirling in his mind.

The cavalrymen on the flanks left their companions behind, and they rushed forward without a beating, and the slightest backwardness was dragged into the bloody dirt and bitten to pieces, and the people huddled inside finally slowed down the pace of the silver demons, crouching in the flames, excitedly biting at their food, throwing broken armor everywhere, and the lucky ones broke through the monsters while they were eating.

Soon the silver wave swept the cavalry on the right flank through a huge gap, and Grek led dozens of territorial knights through the bloody water and rushed forward quickly. Ahead of him was a scorched earth, scattered with flames, and in the firelight he faintly saw a closed bronze gate and a mottled stone wall.

He didn't dare to look behind him, because there was no one behind him, except for dwarf monsters that made baby cries, feasting on their food and immediately hunting down new prey as soon as they stopped their mouths.

The horses neighed, the horses weakened by extreme sports, and they were forced to leap over the flames and gallop lifelessly towards a scorched earth.

A horse was exhausted and fell to the ground during the run, and the heavily armored territorial knight rolled into the flames, he kept screaming in great despair, and a mushy smell slowly came, but he did not die, and rolled in the tongue of fire, and soon several silver monsters surrounded him, and in a moment they ate him completely.

For the first time, Glick felt hopeless, and he could only shout, "Rush over, rush over!"

However, the second and third horses were burned by the falling fireballs, and they fell to their knees, and the knights drew their swords in despair to force their horses to their feet, but to no avail—the silver monster leaped out from behind, biting through their breastplates and piercing their marrow and heart with sharp teeth, and the knight's shouts ceased.

Grek felt only a buzzing in his head, and in order to lighten the load on his horses, he removed his cuirass, threw away his boots, helmet, and iron gloves, and held his sword in one hand, and shouted in his throat: "Look ahead, brothers, look ahead!

A ball of fire exploded around him, tongues of fire sprang up from under the horse's hooves, without the protection of the armor, Glick's cloth was burned, and his calf was instantly burned with a blood blister, but he didn't feel the pain, subconsciously clamped the horse's belly, pinched the reins in his hand, and rushed towards the yellow-white wall.

He no longer knew if there were any humans around him, he couldn't hear the screams behind him, and all he could see was the high wall.

It's close, it's close, the monster didn't catch up, as long as it rushed to the city gate and shouted surrender, it would be able to pick up a life.

Out of the corner of his eye, Grek saw that the last knight of the realm had also been dragged down, but he didn't seem to hear the screams, nor could he see the tongues of fire spreading around him, only the final destination.

Suddenly, the destination was replaced by a mass of silver-gray, and his vision was obscured by a round, faceless head—a steel timedemon leaped onto the horse's back from the front, the blade of his sword piercing his breastplate, and his sharp teeth slicing his throat.

He could only hear the last whine in his throat, a stream of red and a deep iron like a catalpa, and felt the pain as if his bones had been pierced, smashed and crushed, and he lost consciousness permanently.

None of the knights of the Black Wind Castle could reach the city gates, thousands of soldiers and the yellow-and-white mottled walls were separated by a group of silver monsters, and a burning wall of fire, and there was nothing but scorched earth under the walls. (To be continued.) )