Nearly a thousand troops burst out from the flank forest, some of them were the cold lizard knights who had been ambushed by Neros, and more were a large number of desolate swordsmen and dreadspearmen who had poured out from within the city of Hiradro-Thar.

From the very beginning, Neros did not intend to fight a defensive battle with Moras, who had superior forces, but a wave of studs.

With their spears piercing through hard armor and extremely good at fighting large foes, the seated Chill Lizards are as fast as shock cavalry, and with the right timing, these knights' furious charges can wreak havoc on their enemies!

Nearly a hundred cold lizard knights, led by their Dreadlord Mattigos, rushed towards the rear of Hemer like a rolling black torrent.

Aunt Mo already controlled the overwhelming power, and in her opinion, all tactics were not as good as flat pushing, so the Gloomy Swordsmen and Fear Spearmen of the Resistance Line were placed on the front line.

On the flanks, she deployed several legions of witches.

The Witch is a light infantry member of the Dark Elves, composed of dual-wielding dagger females who are faster than normal classes, but are also more fragile and unsuitable for resistance. Aunt Mo originally planned to let these witch spirits flank Neros's troops, but instead they were exposed to the cold lizard knights.

The cruel and bloodthirsty cold lizard knight will not show mercy to his fellow people, let alone pity the jade, and the first wave of charges will knock out half of the morale of the witch spirit.

Mattigos was an experienced Dreadlord, and after completing the charge, he did not let the knights fight the remnants of the witch spirits, but turned around and retreated, allowing the following infantry regiments to take over the battle line, while he organized a second charge in full swing.

Because the enemy was too close, Hemmer's Black Sharp Repeater crossbowman unit could not effectively shoot at the opponent's Gloomy Swordsman, and directly fell silent.

"What is Aunt Mo doing, the side line has been stolen!" Hemmer is more anxious than Morath now.

You must know that the dark elves have a tradition of catching slaves, and the lower classes of society are made up of slaves, and they make up a large proportion of the dark elf society. They provided labor, sacrifices, and served as cannon fodder in war.

Being a slave of the Dark Elves is worse than death.

Hemmer didn't want to be dragged into some dark mine to work until he died of old age, or to be pulled onto the altar as an unfortunate blood sacrifice.

"Steady!!" The slave owner tightened the reins of the cold lizard and made a move with his long sword, but he didn't want him to be particularly conspicuous at the moment.

Mattigos, who commanded the battlefield in the rear, took a fancy to the slave master and recruited the commander of his own black sharp crossbowmen.

Mattigos pointed with his hand, "Aim at that idiot for me, shoot him first." ”

"Yes, sir."

Hundreds of repeaters aimed at the slave masters on the hillside and fired volleys one after another, and arrows rained down from the sky.

The sharp-eyed Hemmer immediately turned the shield, and the whole person shrank into the shadow of the shield wall.

Although the shape is very aggrieved, it is effective.

Two volleys fell, and most of his troops were reduced by half, and he relied on this one to be unscathed.

The slave owner, who was still extremely imposing before, and his cold lizard had long been shot into stoppers, and the dead could no longer die.

As soon as the commander died, morale fell. Moras's flank troops flashed white one after another, and the chain reaction of the riots even affected the front line.

"Shame! Your soldiers are on the run! ”

While still reloading his crossbows, Hemmer suddenly heard the voice of the advisor, and the few survivors scattered around him.

"We've failed, get out of here!!"

I'll go. The army is scattered!

The witch spirit on the side of the arch guard was torn open by the gloomy swordsmen of the Neros side who pounced on him, directly threatening the crossbow camp where Hemmer was.

"Kill them all, and leave no one alive! For Kane's pleasure! ”

Mattigos's cold lizard knight troops rushed up again, slaughtering into the Black Sharp crossbow camp like a wolf into a flock of sheep.

The outermost crossbowmen were directly hit into the sky by the cold lizard, and blood gushed like a spring.

These ferocious, cold-blooded creatures have their own insane attributes, and they are so murderous that even their own masters cannot control their actions.

Seeing that his comrades were about to run away, Hemer, whose face was pale, realized that he was alone.

Being alone on the battlefield is an extremely dangerous situation.

"Grass!" With a curse, Hemmer put away his repeater and hurriedly put the big shield on his back and ran towards the front line.

Why didn't he run to the rear, but to the front?

It's a matter of common sense.

If Hemmer runs behind, even if he can run for a while, he will be caught up by the Lizard Knight as prey.

But if you run in the direction where Morath is, at least in your own phalanx, you won't be surrounded.

Running for your life is also a technical job.

The end of the panic is to be torn apart by the mad cold lizard like the crossbowmen to whom Hemmer belongs.

"What's going on next? Sabios?" On the hydra, Morath sensed the commotion behind her, shook her staff hard, and asked loudly.

A masked Kane Assassin emerged from the shadows, fell on one knee in front of Moras, and respectfully reported: "My master, the cavalry units of Neros have raided the flank and rear of our army, and the Legion of the Witch Spirits and the Black-Sharp Crossbowmen have been scattered and fled the battlefield. ”

"Useless waste!" Aunt Mo's voice was cold, "Only the weak would use such disdainful means." ”

"Do we need to organize a counterattack?" Sabios asked.

"Don't worry. It's good for us to advance from the front. The weak Duruszy can only ascend to the throne if he dies. ”

"Warriors of Kane, sacrifice endless blood for the god of the Bloody Hand!" Ignoring the commotion in the rear, Moras commanded the massive hydra to lead the red-eyed legion to Neros' base camp.

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the shouts of killing were endless.

The hydra raised its head and let out a deafening roar, spitting out five fiery dragon breaths like a torrent from the sky that poured down on Neros's army.

Finally rushed into his own camp, Hemer put his hands between his knees, gasping for breath, and before he could relax for a moment, the surrounding army of dreaded spearmen actually screamed and charged!

Helmer: ???

Looking at the cold lizard knight behind him who was slaughtering more and more, he let out a wail and continued to run with the large army.

The more equipped he is, the more secure he is, Hemmer simply took out the dark elf giant shield behind him, picked up a spear from the pile of dead and copied it in his hand, and mixed it into a group of dreaded spearmen.

"Aunt Mo is simply not a person, why don't you care about the rebels behind her, woo woo." Hemmer ran against the cold wind, wanting to cry without tears.

Suddenly, there was a wail around him, and Hope even saw several of his Darkspirit brothers flying high into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

It turned out to be the Dread Lord Mattigos from the Neros side, and the cold lizard that the buddy was sitting on suddenly went berserk and rushed all the way into the Dread Spearmen group where Hemer was.

"Damn, it's in!!"

It's really haunting.

In the world of the High Demon of Warhammer, a lord slaughtered into the ordinary army, it was simply a god descending to earth, and although the cold lizard of Maticos was a little delirious, he slashed like a hanger.

He cut off his beautiful heads and helmets, and blood splattered like rain.

"Hahahaha, die, die! Die!! ”

With a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, Maticos slashed at the dreadspearmen around him, turning his armor red.

Only this time, Hemmer's group of dreadspearmen did not rout as quickly as the previous group of Black Sharp Crossbowmen, but directly surrounded Mattigos who rushed in, and then surged up without fear of death, stabbing Mattigos and his cold lizard with the spears in their hands.

Of course, Hemer, whose heart was beating non-stop, did not dare to be so desperate, he stood in the crowd to reduce his sense of existence, tried to calm his emotions, and then took off the crossbow straddling his waist, and quickly took the arrow, aiming at the unequaled Mattigos who was driving in the encirclement.

The first time he released the dark arrow, Hemer's hand holding the crossbow was trembling, and the sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping onto the crossbow.

"Calm your mind and scream~"

Hemmer's weapon power is now 400, and if Mattigos is unprepared, he can definitely inflict heavy damage on the opponent.

Shout!

Finally he pulled the trigger, and a sharp crossbow bolt cut through the crowd, but instead of hitting Maticos, it was nailed to the shield of a brother opposite.

"Damn, I missed!" Hemmer's hand trembled at the critical moment, and unsurprisingly missed.

"What are you doing?!" The fearful spearman roared subconsciously.

For a moment, Hemmer sensed the bloodthirsty gaze of Maticos, and he drew his sword from the chest of one of the spearmen, then looked at Hemmer playfully at the thief.

"Face me, cowardly bastard, you don't even deserve to be a sacrifice to Kane, haha!"

Mattigos grabbed the cold lizard's belly and rushed towards Hemer.

"Oops, get out of the way!!" Want him to deal with a Dread Lord? Are you kidding! Hemmer put away his crossbow bolts and was about to retreat tactically towards the back of the group.

Suddenly, without noticing, a spearman in the crowd stabbed his cold lizard.

After a battle, the cold lizard was already scarred and flesh blurred, and this shot was the last straw that overwhelmed it.

With a pop, the cold lizard's front hooves fell to his knees out of control.

"Not good!" Mattigos watched his mount topple, but his momentum was so strong that he had no room to react, and flew directly off the cold lizard, kicking up a cloud of dust and sliding a few meters closer to Hemer.

Looking at the Dreadlord who was lying on the ground struggling to get up, Hemmer simply gritted his teeth and picked up the repeater again.

He aimed at Mattigos's head and pulled the trigger in succession, as the unfinished bolt from the spring whizzed out.

Even the heavy Dreadlord helmet couldn't withstand a few hits from an armor-piercing bolt at such a close distance.

Mattigos was pierced through the brain with a crossbow bolt, and he screamed, sending red and white objects flying everywhere.

But even though he was mortally wounded, Mattigos staggered to his feet, his sword that had been cut off, and staggered towards Hemer, whose ghostly appearance suppressed the fearful spearmen around him, and did not dare to step forward to mend the sword.

"Despicable thief, how dare you hurt me! I'll pull your skin off and throw it into the cauldron of blood!! Mattigos smiled maniacally.

At this time, the killing bar in Hemmer's panel reached its full value, and the army on Morath's side was greatly enhanced with Kane's purple whirlwind all over its body.

Hemmer was also affected, and the bloodthirsty genes of Duruszi in his body skyrocketed, and he was originally afraid of Mattigos, but at this moment, he also let go, grabbed a dark elf spear and roared, and rushed towards Mattigos.

Mattigos grinned and lifted his sword and slashed down.

Poof!

All they saw was Hemmer shooting Mattigos through and pushing him forward, and the crowd moved out of the way in horror.

After rushing for more than ten meters with his eyes closed, Hemmer dared to open his eyes slowly, and at this moment, Mattigos on the opposite side had been dead for a long time.

Originally, he was hit by an arrow in the brain, which was the end of the crossbow, and he suffered a loss in the length of the weapon, so he died in the hands of Hemmer without even the power of the backhand.

The terrified spearmen around them were stunned, and their eyes widened in disbelief as they looked at the black-sharp crossbowman.

"You killed him?! Oh my God, Kane is above, and you will be blessed by him! ”

"Victory is ours, long live Moras, long live the Witch King!!"

Seeing the fierce Mattigos die in front of him, Hemmer froze in place, breathing rapidly, not even letting go of the hand holding the spear.

Did he kill someone?

Or a Dread Lord?

Suddenly, Hemmer couldn't react to the shock, but the joy of several fear-spearmen woke him up.

With the landlord dead and demoralized, Moras's rear forces were able to regroup and fight back, bloodied the raiding forces that were far outnumbered by them in an extreme amount of time.

The wave of cheers came one after another, even reaching the front.

By this time, Moras's vanguard forces had routed Neros's central army, and her hostile Dreadlord Neros had also died in the chaos, and Moras was about to return to the rear with his army when she heard enthusiastic cheers.

"What happened to those bastards?"

The Kane Assassin, Sabios, appeared in time to proclaim to the High Mage, "My master, the regrouped forces in the rear have routed the rebels by surprise, and we have won. ”

"Oh?" Morath leapt from the hydra, staring with interest at the cheering army in the distance. "They're still useful, tell me what's going on."

"It was a Black Sharp crossbowman who killed the other side's Dread Lord and stopped the offensive of the Neros side." Sabios was concise and to the point.

"You mean a civilian killed the Dreadlord? Oh, interesting. Moras's bright red lips curled in a subtle arc, and she walked slowly towards the distant city of Hiradro Tar, where the door was wide open, and ushered in her victory.

Suddenly, Morath paused and turned back to Sabios and said, "Bring that commoner here, and I will reward him well." ”