Palanti flashed past Mihalen, a sword stabbed into his side. But Mihalan's skin is as tough as an old cowhide, and even a foil with many enchantment effects can't leave a fatal wound on his body. The soft blade of the sword was bent into a semi-circular arc, and it was still not allowed to move an inch. Mihalen laughed wildly and slashed down with an axe, and Palanti had no choice but to retreat.

"When I catch you, I'll love you well, little girl!" Mihalen rubbed his foil in the ribs, licked his lips, and smiled wickedly at Palanti.

"Idiot. Palanti snorted coldly, and his figure flickered, appearing behind Miharun in an instant, and the sword drew an arc, raising a blood flower on his back.

"Ahh His strength increased, and his pain sensation decreased, but his sensation was greatly reduced as a result, and he couldn't keep up with the speed at which Palanti moved.

"Idiot ......" this time it was not Palanti's voice that appeared in his ears, and Miharun was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was Delare's voice.

"She can't kill you, leave her alone, go kill their ordinary soldiers......" De Laere's voice whispered in his ear. Miharun touched his head and rushed forward with a scream.

Istalen's cavalry galloped through the woods and turned back to begin a second killing. Although the soldiers of the Southern Army were courageous, their resistance was vulnerable to the cavalry charge. The short swords and shields in their hands could not damage the knights on horseback, and the poor armor on their bodies could not even resist the horse's hooves, and being knocked out would directly end up with broken bones.

If you only see the current situation in the jungle, some people may think that this is a one-sided massacre by Eastalen, but the real situation is that the Southern Army is taking the initiative on the battlefield

Although the results of the cavalry were very impressive, their numbers were a fatal problem. There were only one hundred and twenty cavalry under El's command, and the cavalry of the garrison of the valley pass was only about two hundred, while the soldiers of the Third Legion under Delare were as many as two thousand five hundred.

Isttalon's cavalry was certainly a brave and warlike elite, and even the enemy had to admit it, and that didn't mean they could ignore their weakness - they weren't good at fighting continuously. The horses under the cavalry seat are highly trained to carry heavily armed cavalry into multiple charges, but their charges require space and are not comparable to humans in terms of endurance. (For the latest chapter reading, please visit)

When Delarere used refueling tactics to continuously send small groups of troops into the jungle, the cavalry's space for movement was severely limited, and when they lost the distance to charge, they immediately suffered battle losses. Allet, an experienced officer, estimated that in the present situation, the cavalry would have to retreat only for ten minutes at most, otherwise they would be crushed by the infantry of the Southern Army.

Clearly not satisfied with this speed, Delarel opened his mouth to give Mihaalen a hint. Although he didn't want to admit the blood relationship of this cheap nephew at all, Mihalan's awakened demonic bloodline did have value of use, just like now, Miharun who was in a state of rage was the best main force to charge into battle.

Miharun gave up his entanglement with Palanti and strode forward, and when he saw an Istalen cavalry running towards him, he laughed and slammed into it with his shoulder.

The galloping cavalry was hit by Miharun's waist, and even the men and horses got up from the ground, only to hear a quack, and the spine of the war horse was broken violently, and the Istaron warriors on the horse flew far away, fell into the mud and could not get up again.

"Your opponent is me!" Palanti caught up from behind and kicked Miharun in the leg socket. Under normal circumstances, her sweep was enough to kick the rock, but once again it lost its power on Mihaalen.

"Get out of the way, I'll take care of you later!" Miharun only shook his legs, but did not fall, he did not look at the fallen cavalry and the Palanti behind him, brandished his broadbladed axe and rushed straight towards the defensive line set by El.

Miharun broke through the harassment of the cavalry with brute force and opened a gap in El's defenses, and the soldiers of the Confederate Army immediately followed him, gathered into a group, and pierced in like the fangs of a viper.

"Won't the tiger threaten me, will I be a sick cat?" Ellen snorted, pulling the dragon's tooth bow and aiming it at Miharun's eyes. He took a deep breath and suddenly pulled the bowstring, and the dark blue runes flashed away on the long arrow.

Miharun sprinted with a sudden, and the long arrow that burst through the air pierced his right eye socket and exploded in his skull. Miharun snorted, and the right half of his head exploded like a ripe watermelon.

"Damn it......" De Laer and Eyre, who had been following Mihalan's movements, cursed in their hearts at the same time. De Lael is saddened by the fact that Mihalan's usefulness has been reduced again, and El is amazed by the demon's vitality.

In the sneak attack last night, he had already deeply realized the tenacity of the demon's vitality, and it was difficult for ordinary bows and arrows to kill them even if they hit the vital point. This guy in front of him is even more so, he has obviously been cut off by Palanti and Renard, and he is alive again when he gets up the next morning.

For the sake of prudence, he infused the explosive power of the growth rune into that arrow, which directly blew off half of Miharen's head, but even this still failed to kill the monster immediately. Mihalen's body stopped and half-knelt on the ground, but the eye he had left was still staring at El, a scream of unknown meaning coming from his mouth.

El's eyesight could clearly see dozens of wriggling, fleshy tentacles poking out of the remaining half of his head, repairing his head at a speed visible to the naked eye. If nothing else, ten minutes later, this guy jumped up and was a good man again.

"How the hell is this going to be killed?" El drew his bow again, a tangled expression on his face. Miharun is not a problem, he is just a young man with an awakened demonic bloodline, and he can't reach the Silver Secret Realm with brute force alone, and El has a hundred ways to deal with him. The real problem is that the ordinary soldiers of the Southern Army, no one knows how many demons still lurk in them, which is why El has been reluctant to go to war with Delare.

There is no shortage of legends about demons in the tavern, but because there are so many of them, the protagonist's methods of defeating demons have become strange, and El is confused and doesn't know where to start.

"They're here, my lord!" shouted Allet.

When El came back to his senses, he was furious to find that the soldiers of the Confederate Army who were following Miharun had rushed up. He kicked the soldier back as he pounced. He drew his axe and shouted, "Cavalry retreat!

"But that's all...... Don't let me down too much. The smile on his face became more and more strange when he heard El's shout, he held the black energy ball in his palm, stretched out his other hand to extract a few wisps of black energy from the ball, and shot his army with his fingertips.

Black energy drifted like smoke with the wind on the front line. A soldier of the Southern Army who had been cut on the arm was hiding in the shade of a tree with his wound to rest, and he inhaled those black energy into his nose coldly, and his face suddenly twitched. He roared, his body began to swell and burn, and in the blink of an eye, a newborn horned demon emerged from the flames, and swooped down on all fours towards the defense line of Istalen's army.

"Demons! Demons are there again!" El changed his face as the Isttalon soldier's exclamation changed dramatically, and he jerked back to see six or seven huge demons that were the same as last night swooping down among the soldiers of the Southern Army. These demons are far more powerful than ordinary soldiers, and they are also tenacious, so you can imagine how much damage they will inflict on their own side.

"Delare, you bastard! If you want to play, I'll play with you!" Elle scolded, hammering his chest hard, he let out a low roar, his fists colliding with each other, and two dark blue rays of light shattered in his hands, merging into one. The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed into countless cracks, spreading out in all directions.

This is his own Silver Secret Realm - a storm raid with furious mode on!

Delare's face on the war horse suddenly changed, and the two demons that had just been summoned disappeared in an instant in his perception, and before he could think of a plan to deal with it, he saw a blue lightning rush from the battlefield, inserting it into his own array with lightning speed.

"Delare, you son of a bitch, you have the ability to fight with Lao Tzu!" El had blue flames burning in his eyes, and he rushed towards Delaire with a sharp axe. His body was like lightning, and there was almost no one to stop him in his pass, raising a bloody storm.

"I thought you'd be a little more stylish, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot who thinks with muscles. De Laere kept an elegant tone on his lips, but he cursed in his heart. I thought that this bastard's general identity was just a bluff, but I didn't expect that he was really a master who stepped into the Silver Secret Realm.

The White Lion family once gave birth to a golden powerhouse, and even almost established himself as a king, and everyone in Istalon's army would have a general position of silver rank master. In contrast, the nobles of the south were much more trembling in terms of force, and it was not surprising that the same silver-rank master had his own troops in the south.

As the eldest son of General Kemal, De Lael is in charge of an integrated army, but when it comes to real masters, there is no one around him, otherwise he would not have regarded Mihaalen's level of goods as so important.

Seeing El rushing all the way over, Delare's heart suddenly cooled in half. He lowered his face and waved his hand to signal the knight behind him to step forward to resist, and at the same time swallowed the black energy ball in his hand in one gulp, and opened two huge bat wings behind his back, flapping his wings and retreating. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)