Angering burned in Berto's eyes, the elven horses galloped, and the knights swung their swords to kill the enemy.

Under the golden sunset, Berto rode alone and rushed forward. He almost blends into no man's land. No beastman could stop his charge. The knife fell, and the beastmen were cut to pieces.

With years of experience in combat, Berto led his troops into the crowd of beastmen alone without the blessing of any gods. With a sword in one hand and a reins in the other, he drove his horse to continue the charge. Fight your way through the crowd.

The elven warhorse slammed into an orc-man warrior who was in the way, and the horse's hooves stepped directly over it, and blood poured out of the beast's mouth. Berto, on horseback, slashed at the other beastman in front of him, holding his sword in one hand. It was a badhorned beast, its misshapen head flying into the air, spilling scarlet blood onto the riverside meadows.

The king's banner fluttered in the wind under the flames of war, gradually drowning in layers of smoke. Berto gritted his teeth, he could, he could, save the king! Charles was a righteous king, and although he failed to revive Bretonnia to its glory days, he was at least a wise king. Berto shouted, roared, and continued to kill. At this moment, his light was unmatched even by the Knight of the Holy Grail.

A burly minotaur warrior stood in his way, but Bertor continued to charge his horse.

"Good fellow, rush again, I'm sure you can. ”

Faced with the mighty Minotaur, Bertor leaned down to soothe his elven warhorse. The horse seemed to possess spirituality, and she responded to Berto's call and began to sprint. At this distance, although the war horse is not enough to accelerate to the fastest, the impact is still enough.

Bertor sheathed his sword and fixed his eyes on the spear that had fallen to the ground in his path. It was a weapon left behind when one of the Conservation Guards died.

The horses charged at an accelerated pace, and the wild roars of the beastmen and the strikings of weapons were all in their ears. Dust and blood mist rushed in.

The horse's hooves trampled on the blood-stained earth, and in the high-speed charge, Berto held the elven spear in one hand, and at the moment before the war horse was about to charge towards the minotaur, he clenched the spear and stabbed it into the chest of the minotaur warrior in the standard posture of a knight's charge.

The tip of the spear pierced through the rough flesh of the minotaur, and half of the spear remained in the minotaur's body. However, the irascible minotaur warrior did not fall from this, it roared and grabbed the spear and threw it so hard that Berto had no time to remove the spear from his armpit, and the whole man was thrown out of his horse, and with an iron armor, he was thrown to the ground.

The Minotaur's axe then slashed down, nearly slashing the knight's shoulder, and Berto rolled sideways, dodging the blow, and drew his sword as he struck, leaving a long wound in the minotaur's waist. Thick blood poured out from the cut wound.

The minotaur warrior turned and slashed, Bertor dodged sideways again, seized the gap between the opponent's attacks, and struck with a sword in both hands, the knight's sword pierced through the minotaur's jaw, like slaughtering a beast, and the warm blood surged wildly. Berto grabbed the hilt of his sword and stabbed it hard, the tip of the red-stained sword piercing through the back of the Minotaur warrior's neck, covered with star-black blood clots.

Kicking the big man in front of him hard, Bertor stepped on the corpse and pulled out his long sword, and the inferior horned beast that rushed to the side was just cut off by the sword. With another sword, Berto's greatsword pierced the Badhorn's twisted face. When I pulled it out again, it was already stained with a little bit of the beastman's brains. There are no flashy combat tricks, no cool skill shows, everything, just bloody fights. Enduring the sharp pain in his chest, Berto dragged his sword to kill the enemy, and kept approaching the location of King Charles. There, hordes of beastmen were besieging the King's Guard in Bretonnia.

"Good girl, come to me!"

On the bloody battlefield, Berto shouted. The elven warhorse endured the pain of the wound and galloped again. They are not only the relationship between horses and knights, but also comrades-in-arms and closest companions. Berto never used his horse as a pack horse. Even when she was the most sleepy and tired, she was not allowed to carry the burden. Because, the noble elven war horse can only be used for battlefield killing. They understand the knight's call, and they know their mission.

As the horse galloped forward, Berto grabbed the reins again and flew onto his horse. The knight's sword reflected poignant light in the sunlight. Reed bamboo forest

Through the dense crowd of human heads, Tallinnham saw on the periphery that the two-horse banner was approaching the king's position. Soon, the Grand Duke's side also gave the order to charge again.

Five hundred knights of the kingdom of the Bastogne family formed a wedge formation and launched another charge against the army of beastmen from the periphery. It was a silver spear, the spearhead was Birchmond and the knight guards beside him, the horse took a step, and the knight's iron armor trembled and made a clanging sound.

"Save the King!"

Duke Berhemond shouted.

Bloodied knights of the kingdom charge valiantly. This time, Tallinnam rushed to the front. In front of him, there were hordes of beastmen, barely as far as the eye could see. However, in the dark, a powerful force enveloped him. It filled him with strength again and gave him the determination to overcome his fears.

Iron Hoof kicked up the dust, and once again, the Bretonnian knights plunged headlong into the beastmen's army. Tallinnam clenched the reins of his own and his horses between his legs, and before him, the tall beastmen fell like autumn wheat. No Beastmen could stop the collective charge of the Bretonnian Knights.

Iron armor, knights, will always be the spirit of this country. Along the way, countless beastmen were knocked down by their horses. Tallinnam only knew that he was one step closer to the king and to Berto.

Bastogne's fire dragon emblem shone brightly in the blood-colored sun, and finally, the knights saw the knightly guards beside King Charles. They had been fighting for half an hour surrounded by the beastmen, covered in blood and badly damaged in their armor.

Tallinnham saw Berto standing in the crowd, standing with the King's Guard, Tallinnham only felt that he had never been so tall, and at this moment, Berto was a real god of war and a real knight in his eyes.

"Protect the King!"

Berhemond shouted. Soon, a larger cavalry regiment gathered on the periphery. It was the army of knights that had regrouped after the first charge before. Led by Duke Adhehard, under the banner of the lion, the knights of the three thousand kingdoms collectively took steps, the war horses neighed, and the dust rolled up in the sky.

It's like a storm, no!~~ It's a storm. Sprinkled with enthusiasm, the collective charge of the cavalry was like a silver tide, hitting the Beastmen from the side.

This time, the beastmen who crossed the river could no longer withstand the two-sided attack, and many of the low-level beastmen began to flee towards the riverbank, trying to return to the other side of the river through the corpse bridge.

But where will the Bretonnian knights, who have already rushed up, give them such an opportunity. In the neighing of the horses, patches of beastmen were knocked down and knocked into the air, even the tall giants could not withstand such a charge, and the knight's spear ruthlessly pierced into the Chaos Giant's body, through its body, through its thighs, and when the huge giant collapsed, the morale of the Beastmen collapsed.

What followed was a one-sided slaughter.

Surrounded on three sides, the Wood Elf Sword Dancer, the Conservation Guard, the Forest Ranger, and the Bretonnian Knights, the Beastmen Legion retreated, and a large number of Inferior Horned Beasts and Razor Beasts retreated to the banks of the river. However, on the way to the river bank, it is the human knights who are on a rampage.

It was not until the night that this "decisive battle" was over. Dense corpses of beastmen were scattered on both sides of the Blackwater River, thousands of corpses piled up in layers, like small hills rising up in the night, stretching and undulating. It was the most terrifying battle Tallinnham had ever seen. The battle was full of twists and turns, and even King Charles himself almost died on the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of beastmen alone died under the iron hooves of the Bretonnian knights.