"There is only a brothel where the people rejoice. “

- David XI

Looking at the neat shield wall and the soldiers armed with spears and spears, Grave didn't have to think about what was going on, and just rushed into the camp and shouted, "Retreat!"

It is absolutely inappropriate to charge now, the Kakamans are obviously prepared, otherwise with the quality of the Kakaman soldiers, how could they form a shield wall in such a short time, but just now he saw Sodar being killed by a strong figure from a distance, and Grebe blamed himself deeply for not being able to recover Sodar's body.

However, when the battlefield was not the time to take care of this, Grave ordered the entire army to be in disarray, and the knights in front shouted and cursed to convey the news of retreat to the rear, and the horns of retreat were also blown.

The mysterious man standing behind the shield wall looked at Grebe under the campfire and the wolf head ornament on his chest, and while he was surprised by Gregor's adaptability, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked Morath beside him, "Who is he?"

"Grave Amber, my king. The frightened Moraes replied respectfully, "The younger brother of Alan Amber, King of the Northridge." ”

The mysterious man nodded, looking at the Northridge people who were turning their heads and retreating. Stretching out his hand, he said in his powerful, magnetic voice, "Bow." ”

Immediately, a soldier offered him in both hands a huge bow worthy of his size, large enough to hunt bears, and a thick arrow that he feared could only shoot with this bow.

Watching the man play with the same arrow, pulling away the giant bow that the four of them could pull out of the crane together, Moras felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, the shield wall didn't need to be out of the way at all, and the man's tall figure standing behind the shield wall didn't affect his archery at all.

Huge arrows shot out with the sound of breaking wind, passing through the chaotic crowd of retreating Northridge cavalry, and an arrow passed through Grevor's shoulder, and a delicate flower splattered with blood exploded on Grevor's shoulder.

Grevor, who was anxiously retreating speed, never imagined that there would be such a sharp arrow coming straight towards him, and when the huge force bombarded his shoulder from behind, Grevor, who was caught off guard, was directly carried out by this force, and planted the war horse heavily.

"Your Excellency!" the knights beside Greor hurriedly dismounted to help Grevor, Gregor frowned and bared his teeth, looked at his bloody shoulders and the huge arrow nailed to the ground not far away, glanced back at the Kakaman formation, and stood up with the support of the knight.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Greif ordered as he mounted his horse under the cover of the knight with the fan shield, his weak right hand making it difficult for him to move.

"Bang!" the sound of the wooden cavalry's fanned shield shattering, which Greif knew as soon as he heard it, turned his head to look at the knight whose shield had been shattered, and the huge arrow passed through his shield-holding arm and nailed it to his chest, which was nearly broken by the arrow.

Grevor, who looked dazed, was pushed onto his horse by the knight, and more knights rushed behind Grever on horseback, using their bodies to protect their own adults. Grebe felt that the cacophony of voices around him had fallen silent, and the tall figure that had slain Sodar with a sword appeared in his mind as he watched the incomprehensible arrow.

"Your Excellency, Your Majesty!" the subordinate shook Grevor's arm to wake him up from his daze, and the knight anxiously said to Grevor, who had come back to his senses, "There are large enemy forces on both flanks, and they want to surround us!"

"The front army has changed to the rear army, the cone formation, and the breakthrough is made with all your might!" Grave immediately ordered. The sound of battle trumpets sounded in the night sky, and the Northridge Knights knew that the situation was not in their favor when they looked at the torches lit on either side of them, and they were well-trained to form a quick formation and quickly react from the chaos.

"The whole army is attacking. The mysterious man handed the bow to the warrior beside him and ordered, and the earth-shattering trumpets and shouts came from the Kakaman camp, even drowning out the hooves of the Northridge cavalry. Grevor's heart sank slightly, and he only felt that his morale had dropped a little.

As soon as the tip of the cone-shaped formation of the Northridge cavalry came out of the encirclement, the Kakaman cavalry outflanked them, and the two small groups of cavalry were like two ropes in their pockets, as if they wanted to tie this pocket tightly and trap the Northridge cavalry inside.

"Throw spears!" the commander at the front of the North Ridge Army ordered after discovering that the enemy was approaching, and the sound of "swishing" breaking wind sounded in the cold night, but the poor vision made these throwing spears not lethal at all. The infantry with torches was still far away, and the two groups of cavalry were about to collide in the night.

"Let the Kakamans see the power of the Northridge cavalry!" a roar erupted from the front army, and the cold blades in the hands of the menacing Northridge cavalry shone in the moonlight.

"Bang bang bang!" The violent collision sound and the sound of iron strikes sounded on both sides of the cone formation, and the cavalry on both sides slapped out of the cover to cover the retreat of their companions in the middle, only to see that from both sides of the cone formation, the entire cone formation was divided into three streams of people, one of which ran out along the tip of the cone that had broken through, and the knights on both wings followed their comrades to rush on both sides, in order to keep this escape route that had been broken.

It was very difficult for Griver to ride a horse with one hand, and he had to cling to the saddle tightly on the horse's back, and clamp the horse between his legs to prevent himself from falling off the horse. Grevor's team was also the most numerous at the end of the formation, and at this time they were almost close to the periphery of the encirclement, and the Kakaman cavalry did not play a role.

Because the Demon Mountain Range area is too cold and so on, the Kakamans don't have many war horses, and the cavalry combat effectiveness is really not very good, and they are almost vulnerable to the oncoming Northridge elites, but these Kakamans seem to be not afraid of life and death to fill this pocket, which makes the people of Northridge also very surprised, and they feel very difficult for a while.

The sound of "whoosh" sounded in his ears, and Grebe heard the wails of the cavalry around him, the landing, and the sound of bows and arrows being fired at iron helmets. The Kakaman archers were already within range of them.

"Raise your shield!! Protect the Lord" A commander beside Greever hurriedly shouted and rushed towards Grewith with his shield, and several knights nearby followed suit, raising their shields high in the hope of protecting Grevor. Greif could feel the lives of the warriors around him ticking, the sound of knights falling from their horses and the howls of their striking horses.

Unlike the previous raids on Sodar, the Northridge forces were so large that the Kakaman archers only had to keep throwing at the black crowd, flanked by enemies, making it difficult to defend the small cavalry fan shields.

The mysterious man and the Kakaman army continued to press on from three directions, but by the time they finally converged, the Northridge knights were gone, leaving only the corpses of the Northridge warriors and the two thousand Kakaman cavalry that had fallen in battle.