The tide lurking in the shadows of the wasteland finally breaks out, and war engulfs the wasteland. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Outside the city of Albasan, in the south of Sauron's territory, the grass is overgrown and the stones are densely covered, and the two knights with different scales are not much apart, but the knights with distinct banners are far apart, with a distance of about 300 meters in between, ready to attack at any time, and will charge violently at any time to completely strangle together, while under the banner of the roaring lion near the east, Viscount Tolst, who never lets his helmet affect his vision, let out a heavy breath on the battlefield, restraining the restless war horse under his crotch, he squinted his eyes and looked at the Knights of France, who were about 300 people on the opposite side, completely excited- Of course, he had reason to be excited, behind him, the more than 400 knights who gathered all the remnants of Sauron, themselves had an absolute advantage in numbers, and they had been avoiding Francis's knights for so long, and the spears and swords in their hands had long been hungry, and he was very willing to believe that this would be a complete victory.

The horses neighed.

Although both sides who had not yet received the order to charge were trying to restrain themselves, the area was already filled with uncontrollable restlessness, not only Viscount Torst was breathing heavily, but the knights behind him were also breathing heavily, suppressing their most primitive excitement, and it seemed that they were about to lose control of the demon in their hearts.

The cold wind whipped up dust on the ground and made it dusty.

Viscount Tolst slowly drew the big sword at his waist, and the blade of the sword rubbed against the scabbard to make a sharp sonorous sound, even in such a noisy environment, it was still clear and piercing.

He leaned over, his bright sword pointed at the opposite side, and Tolster suddenly roared: "Only blood can bury the bitter hatred and restore the glory!"

"Glory!"

With the high-pitched echo of the knights, the earth trembled violently, and the war horses roared suddenly.

At the same time, the Knights of Francis on the opposite side were also given the order to charge, and the two knights resolutely launched a final charge on this open wasteland, amid the sharp sound of spears and swords, and the same is that both knights chose the standard formation of spear knights in the front and sword knights following behind, which was also to maximize the huge impact that the horses could bring under the high-speed charge.

Stirring dust fills the battlefield.

The distance of 300 meters is a few breaths for the knights under the high-speed charge, so almost the two sides just got the order to charge, and the next moment, the two knights collided and suddenly strangled into a ball. At the forefront, the spear knights in the first column, whether they were Francis from the Knights or the Roaring Lion Knights, stabbed their spears into the hearts of the enemy, or the war horses, which immediately caused a group of people to turn over on their backs, whether it was from the impact or the degree of casualties, the pikemen were always in the forefront, and they were basically strangled head-on.

Followed by the knight of the sword, with the vacuum left behind by the charge of the spear knights on both sides, the competition of the knight of the sword is the most critical thing that really determines the direction of the battlefield, and soon, the sound of the big sword hitting the shield, the dull sound of piercing the flesh, as well as the bitter howl, the muffled hum before death, finally in the background of blood, intertwined into a cruel and desperate bloody hell - war, has always been the most hideous demon.

Stepping on the corpses of their enemies or companions, both knights want to devour each other's lives and even souls.

A war horse that was knocked down by a huge impact and lost its owner got up in a panic and didn't choose a way.

A knight who had lost his horse quickly rolled on the ground and got up, quickly found his enemy, and slashed his enemy off his horse with a swing of his sword, but at the same time, the moment he turned around, the knight who was charging at him also stabbed his spear from his vest into his heart, and at high speed, he also lifted his corpse and abandoned it.

Blood splattered everywhere, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Where there is any glory, where there is any courage, here, there are only the devils who kill in the deepest part of the human heart.

Viscount Tolst wiped the blood from his eyes indiscriminately, and the great sword in his hand stabbed into the throat of a knight who charged at him, and after he drew the great sword, he did not look at the enemy who had fallen to the ground, he looked around the battlefield.

Victory is at hand.

Almost as far as the naked eye could see, the scales of victory were slowly tilting towards the roaring lion flag.

Tolst laughed wildly, and after reaping the life of a knight again with the impact of his horse, his entire face was covered with blood, even his rough beard.

There are fewer and fewer enemies, and victory is getting closer.

Seeing that the Roaring Lion Knights were about to penetrate the Francis Knights head-on, Viscount Tolst also felt that he had touched the face of the Goddess of Victory - a sudden change came.

On both sides of the open wasteland, the originally barren weeds shook suddenly, and the gravel on the ground also seemed to be shaken and jumped slightly, and soon, Viscount Tolster on the battlefield looked up and clearly saw a straight black line appearing in his field of vision, and then the black line got closer and closer, and finally revealed the whole picture, and it was a knight in a black robe from far to near, on both sides, obviously crouching in the place where the battlefield could not be seen, waiting for this moment.

A knight order without armor, who else but Francis will have it?

Tolste was suddenly gloomy.

It's a trap, a conspiracy, a conspiracy to extinguish Sauron's last spark once and for all!

But now it's too late to wake up.

Tolst was hoarse and shouted at the knights who were also reacting, "Retreat!"

But where is there still time to retreat completely, not to mention that the two knights themselves are strangled together, let's just say that after a high-speed charge and strangulation, the Roaring Lion Knights inevitably fell into exhaustion, and the war horses under their crotch were equally overwhelmed, how could it be easy to get out of the carefully constructed tomb of Count Francis in this situation.

But no matter how easy it was, Viscount Tolst knew after all that they had to try, or else it would be all over.

The knights struggled out of the battlefield, and the knights on both sides flanked them, and the Knights of Francis, who had suffered heavy casualties but were not completely wiped out, pursued in the only direction, Viscount Tolster gasped and ran away - he didn't know what fate awaited them in this direction, but he knew that they had no choice but to look for opportunities in this direction.

Behind him, there were knights who had fallen behind and howled.

Amid the howl, the hoofs of the pursuing knights drew nearer and closer.

Without looking back, Tolst was able to conclude that the Roaring Lion Knights, which had more than 400 men when he arrived, had lost at least half of them, and that the other half, including him, was no longer far from death.

Despair enveloped them, and Sauron's last flame seemed to be about to be extinguished.

Moreover.

At the same time as Viscount Tolst bowed his head and ran wildly, facing him another knight with silver armor and a scale of at least 200 people appeared in front of them, completely cutting off the last retreat of the Roaring Lion Knights, and Viscount Tolst's face suddenly turned like ashes in an instant, and he no longer had the strength to control the reins of the war horse in his hand.

Sauron, it's completely finished.