The situation of Essevilran and others is indeed at its most difficult time, as Eshkant said. Thomas, who was completely incapacitated, was supported by Old Sean and retreated back little by little, and Old Sean's power of order had been completely exhausted, and even his physical strength was on the verge of collapse, and his face showed unsustainable fatigue. Kull, who was guarding him, was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell that the plasma belonged to the other party and that it was from the wound on his own body.

Kereni's armor was tattered, and his entire right leg, which had been stabbed by a spear, had been stained red with blood. All three of his guards died here, and these loyal guards have followed him for more than ten years, and in the end, they even gave their precious lives.

Sovereign and Paislin, at the far right of the line, were equally unable to hold on, and their aching arms produced a sharp pain that tore through the muscles with each mechanical repetitive swing, as if the arm was no longer their own. Their breathing became heavier and heavier, the spicy air tore at the lobes of their lungs, and their undulating chests seemed to explode in the next moment.

Sovereign glanced at the battlefield around him, and he saw the faces of the people who were struggling to support them, the blood soaked in the earth, the countless corpses, and the enemies who held their weapons aloof, as if they could not kill them at all. There was a trace of painful despair in his eyes, not because his life would come to an end, but because he didn't want his friends, brothers, relatives, and teachers to be buried with him like this.

But the cold fate cruelly blocked all hope of life, and even in an instant, Sauvera saw the tragic image of everyone lying in a pool of blood. "I'm the one who hurt everyone......" he thought silently to himself, his mouth overflowing with a thick bitterness.

At this moment, deep in the dense forest on the left side of the front, the sudden sound of horses' hooves pulled Essauvilland back from his momentary distraction, and not only him, but everyone in the battlefield was attracted by this unfamiliar sound. In the distance, dozens of cavalry rushed out of the mist in the evening forest, their speed was very fast, and their skillful skills allowed them to calmly avoid the trees in front of them in their high-speed movements.

At the front of the group, a rider in bright silver armor had drawn his sword at his waist, a lifelike eagle's head carved into his high shoulder armor, a beautiful face beneath the long flowing black hair, and an impressive pair of eyes that sparkled with a compelling brilliance.

It was a figure that would make a man ashamed, a cloak of gold trimmed flying against the wind behind her, raised to the air under the long sword, with the undulating figure of the warhorse, haughty and graceful, heroic, as if a dancing elf, leaping out of the mist, lighting up all the darkness in the forest.

"Sister!" Sovereign suddenly shouted excitedly, recognizing the other man's identity as his cousin, Teresa Swinston, the only daughter of Duke Eudora of the West.

Teresa followed Sauvera's voice, and her face softened as she looked at her brother, who had worried her, but soon, a colder voice sounded from her slightly open red lips. "Kill all these bastards who dare to assassinate the crown prince!" he said, crashing directly into a black-clad samurai who was in the way.

The muffled sound of crashing bones mixed with the sound of bones shattering seemed to vent Teresa's anger, and the samurai's body was knocked out like a piece of collapsed log. In the next moment, the long sword in her hand had already sliced through the neck of another enemy, and the blood that rushed into the sky added a touch of coldness to this beautiful woman.

"Yes!" replied the cavalry behind Teresa, who swung their weapons and began to reap the lives that stood in front of the saddle.

The addition of reinforcements reversed the situation on the battlefield in an instant, and the cavalry led by Teresa was like a brilliant scimitar, smashing along the battle line of the black-clothed warriors, and the entire team was rushed to pieces, and countless blood, stumps, and even dying wails were swept into the roaring iron hooves and completely crushed.

"Disperse, kill me!" Teresa's voice sounded again, and after a charge, the entire cavalry team instantly broke up into several scattered squads, like sharks swimming one after another, shuttling through each other, weaving a large net that strangles everything.

Shaun Sr. smiled, and he patted Thomas the shoulder. "Praise the Lord God, it seems that my old bones can live for a few more years!"

Although Kereni and Kuhl were still wielding their long swords, at this moment, there was no pressure in front of them, and most of the remaining black-clothed warriors were staring at the passing cavalry in a panic, for fear that their throats would be cut if they were not careful. Kereni even had a hint of luck in escaping death, to be honest, he looked at the figure on horseback, and never felt that his fiancée was so cute.

Sovereign and Paislin were slashing and slashing the few enemies in front of them, and Sovereign knew very well that when the Western Cavalry led by Teresa appeared on the battlefield, there would be no suspense about the outcome of this battle. Because of the cavalry combat power of complex terrain, the western province considers itself second, so no one in the kingdom dares to call it first. Thanks to the changeable topography of the entire province, the cavalry of the western province forgot what comfort was from the moment they climbed into the saddle, and woodland warfare was really not a big deal for them.

Some people are happy, and naturally some people are sad, and when Eshkant saw the identity of the other party, his face turned gray, and he knew that this ambush had failed, and it was very completely defeated. "Just a little longer...... As long as they come a little later...... "Frustration filled his heart, but the development of events was never assumed.

"My lord, let's go!" came Ozul's anxious and unusual voice next to him, he had already given up the strategy of wandering and sneaking attack, and directly pounced on Tandra with a few black-clothed warriors, "Hurry up! I'll pester him!"

"Damn!" Eshkant scolded.

"Can you hold me?!" Tandra shouted angrily, and suddenly picked up the greatsword and slammed away the weapon that was attacking him, and before Ozul could react, the greatsword that seemed to have no weight in Tandra's hand rolled up from the side again. "Die!" With a roar of rage, Ozul's shocked expression froze on his face, and the sudden sharp pain accompanied by the illusion of a lightness all over his body made him lose his mind for a moment. The next moment, the uncontrollable body fell to the ground, and the eyes were plunged into darkness.

As the greatsword slammed into the air, Crimson froze Eshkant. "Ozul!" he roared, raising his sword and charging at Tandra. In just an instant, the adjutant, who had been following him left and right, was torn in two by a sword in front of his eyes.

Tandra used his greatsword to hold several weapons that fell from his head, and pushed the remaining black-clad warriors out with force, he had already heard Eshkant's roar, and before he could turn around, three feathered arrows flew past his shoulders.

The sudden leap of feathered arrows slowed Eskant's movements, and he raised his sword and knocked one of them away, and the other two, a little slower, stabbed him in the chest in succession. "Bang bang ......" The low sound of piercing armor sounded a little inexplicably harsh, and the force on the arrow made his body pause twice, and his feet unconsciously took two steps back.

Tandra slashed down the last black-clothed warrior beside him with a sword, and when he looked up, it turned out to be Peslin, who had rushed out of the line, took off his longbow from his back and fired three arrows in a row, blocking Eshkant's attack. Nodding slightly, Tandra turned around, finally having time to deal with the commander of the ambush.

"It's time for me to ask, isn't it?" Tandra's greatsword condensed all the power of order, and his thick arms were covered with knotted veins, "Do you want to go?!Unfortunately, you can't go!" As he spoke, he rushed forward quickly, dragging the greatsword behind him, and rolled up a dazzling golden arc of light, striking at Eshkant not far away.

"You ......" Eshkant subconsciously raised his sword to block, but the saber in his hand was shattered in an instant, and the violent force swept him into the air, a hideous wound spread from his left chest all the way up to his shoulder, and then spewed out a beam of intense blood arrows. The weak body tossed in the air a few times, fell heavily to the ground, rolled and picked up large pieces of fallen leaves, and finally stopped at all.

Tandra gasped for breath and stared at the black figure in the pile of fallen leaves for a long time. The danger of this battle is only seen in a lifetime, if Teresa's reinforcements come a little later, if Essaovilland and Old Sean and the others can't hold out and are killed early, or even if the enemy has a little more people......

Tandra was sent chills down the sleeve by a number of unthinkable assumptions, and no one could pin their fate on an illusory miracle to survive this battle to the death, only good fortune was on their side. But what about the fallen opponent? His force was not really strong, and Tandra was even confident that in a one-on-one situation, the opponent had no chance of winning.

But this man with a pair of strange eyes completed the most perfect ambush at the best time and in the best place, and he was only one step away from success. Such an adversary is far more terrifying and deeper than the force of force, how does he know the course of his own advance, and what kind of great power does he have?

Tandra took a deep breath, and there was no trace of the joy of a victor in his heart, a fierce battle, and more than a dozen wounds on his body, large and small, had already tormented him to exhaustion. One last glance at the fallen figure, Tandra took the greatsword and re-threw himself into the endgame behind.

Yes, the fighting continues, but the current scene can no longer be considered a "battle", but rather a unilateral liquidation and massacre. Kull had helped Thomas to the ground, Kereni leaned against a large tree, carefully examining the wound on his leg, and Shaun Sr. and Peslin joined together to kill several of the remaining stubborn enemies.

Teresa controlled her horse and swirled around in the middle of the battlefield, directing her subordinates to leave behind the fleeing enemy. The battle was basically over, and the remaining black-clad warriors were just a spark or two struggling, and they were really insignificant in the face of the rushing iron hooves.

But Sovereign's expression did not relax in the slightest, as if he was looking for something, constantly looking at the battlefield, and the depths of the dense forest, which were getting darker and darker. He met Tandra, who was walking towards him, and whispered a little, and the latter's face immediately became solemn. Sovereign was still looking for someone, a sinner who had to die by his own sword.