Under the terrifying visual impact, no matter how hard Acrylic tried to appease him, the soldiers inevitably became confused.

"Ahh

"No! what kind of monsters are these!"

The slightly more timid ones were so frightened that they fell to the ground. They were pale, with their hands on the ground, babbling gibberish like idiots. I obviously wanted to run, but I just subconsciously kept kicking my feet back, trying to stay away from those disgusting and terrifying killer zombies.

Looking at the helpless soldiers on the battlefield, Ronald took a deep breath, and his eyes changed from unbearable to calm. Glancing at the mage who was moving away from the battlefield, he gently drew his weapon: "Let's go." ”

The blonde nodded, drew his knife and followed Ronald as he sped away from the chaos of the battlefield.

A blurred shadow darted down from behind the rocks, and Ronald ran to the zombies with his sword, heading straight for the already chaotic crowd.

Ronald, who rushed down, sent his hands away, and fought hard to pierce the heart of the pikeman. The ruptured heart was immediately frozen by the cold air emitted by the magic swordsman, and fell into hellish cold, causing the poor pikeman's eyes to gradually roll away.

"Ahh

A mercenary squad leader yelled, "Up, on!"

Ronald lunged up to the man and slashed down with his hands raised.

The team leader, who was shouting there, felt a chill on his body. He wiped his face, a piercing chill in his hands, and then the warm blood began to seep out. Suddenly, a blood-colored arrow shot out, and he looked at the black-haired young man with disbelief in his eyes, and his body slowly fell.

The azure sword whined in Ronald's hand, and seemed to tremble with excitement from the delicacy of the soul.

"Seventh ......," he counted in an inaudible voice, his aqua blue pupils with a cold killing intent.

Indifferently glancing at the still twitching enemy, Ronald rushed left and right in the middle of the group with his sword. Under his swift attack, soon, there was another batch of resentful spirits under the long sword.

The soldiers were helpless, but watched the long sword that glittered with cold light attack their bodies, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and let out unwilling cries before death.

Adjutant Claire roared loudly, "Hurry, stop him!

But few of the soldiers who were frightened by those zombies dared to rush forward. The distorted and painful expressions of the zombies added a bit of horror to the eyes of the living. The soldiers shouted incoherently, desperately suppressing their fears, waving their trembling weapons at the black-haired youth mingling with the zombies.

Bruno, on the other hand, hid behind a tree, kept throwing knives, and cooperated with Ronald to frantically harvest the lives of the soldiers.

Although they knew the source of the throwing knives, they were stopped by Ronald and the zombies. The soldiers pushed and shoved each other, just stabbing their weapons forward indiscriminately, not caring if they were on the right head or not.

"Kill!"

Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, Acrylic roared and hurriedly led the knights to charge forward. He drew his short rifle from his horse and charged at the enemy who was on a killing spree. The scarlet cloak, stirring in the wind, dragged a thick stream of fire behind the acrylic.

Gotta get it!

Hearing the short sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground, Ronald quickly retracted his sword and ran towards the dense trees.

Bite!

Bruno stands in the distance, shooting a throwing knife at Acrylic, who is chasing Ronald.

Acrylic hurriedly leaned over, narrowly dodging Bruno's sneak attack. Seeing that the black-haired youth had run away, he carefully instigated his horse and rushed straight into the zombie pile, struggling to pick it up.

The slow-moving zombie was pierced through a bloody hole under the acrylic sprint.

The momentum of the war horse brought the zombie on the spear off the ground and swayed like a rag.

Click.

As the wooden handle of the gun broke, along with the riding gun, the rag was thrown aside by the acrylic.

"See, it's just a disgusting corpse!" Immediately, the thick-eyed knight drew his long sword and loudly encouraged his subordinates: "These tricks are just the enemy's helplessness!"

Burst!

With a slash of acrylic, a slow-moving zombie was cut out with a deep bloodstain visible to the bone.

Puff puff.

The ribcage was cut, and the internal organs gushed out. With the peculiar smell of fish, the zombie fell to the ground, blood pouring out of its abdomen, drenching the ground red.

"Kill!"

Under his leadership, the morale of the soldiers gradually recovered. The subsequent charge of the knights boosted their morale.

Poof, pop!

The short lances in the hands of the knights stabbed all those zombies into bloody holes.

Led by the main knights, the soldiers mustered up courage and began to charge towards the mountainside.

Suddenly, a figure came out from behind the tree.

Ronald bypassed the cavalry and simply charged at the infantry.

Without the interference of those terrifying zombies, the soldiers began to move forward bravely, and they tried to redeem the gaffe with murderous intent. They rushed at the arrogant boy and tried to stab him into a honeycomb.

However, Ronald's attack was even more swift.

He deliberately let those soldiers surround him, and before they could attack, Ronald instantly unleashed a circle of ice flying blades. These sharp ice blades danced wildly in the crowd of enemies for a while, and then scattered in all directions.

Puff puff!

The soldiers, who only had simple protection, were stabbed by those ice blades and cried for their fathers and mothers.

And Ronald didn't give those people a chance to relax. Taking advantage of the brief panic, he struck with agility like an agile spotted leopard surrounded by the enemy, killing the injured prey one by one.

In just a short moment, Ronald's ice blade technique wiped out more than a dozen soldiers.

And these soldiers, under the leadership of their respective captains, finally began to fight back. But they were saddened to find that the strength of this enemy was much higher than their own......

A fine stream of sweat oozed from Ronald's forehead, sticking the bangs in front of his forehead into lumps. He didn't realize it, he just pursed his lips, wanting to kill more soldiers before the cavalry arrived.

A stab stabbed the enemy in the heart, and the galloping foot slammed into the hapless ghost, and the huge habitual name rushed through the crowd of enemies.

A mercenary who looked like a captain rushed forward with an axe, but unfortunately, the blue sword pierced through his skull in an instant, and the blood splattered out was like paint, staining the blue sky red.

Ronald didn't care about the blood droplets that were spilling, and with a cold killing intent in his water-blue eyes, he continued to search for the next target with his sword. On the mirror-like blade of the sword, the aura of ice lingered on it, and a biting chill was flowing everywhere.

A soldier at the front suddenly felt a violent shock in his body. He hurriedly looked down and saw that the bones on his chest were broken inch by piece, and a narrow sword mark came down from his neck.

Click, click, click.

The speed of freezing was far less than the speed of the blood rushing, and a large amount of blood rushed out of the cracked chest. The soldier puffed out his eyes and stretched out his hand unwillingly, but only halfway through it, he fell heavily on his back to the ground.

And the commander Acrylic finally saw the face of the raider clearly.

"It's you!"

He roared in surprise and turned his horse and rushed in, trying to cut the arrogant brunette in two.

Hearing the commander's roar, Ronald glanced out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't remember anything in his mind, he didn't know why the knight was so angry. Seeing him with his knight riding his horse, Ronald did not dare to take his edge, and hurriedly repeated his old tricks and strode into the woods.

Bruno's throwing knife stopped the knights from pursuing at the right time.

Ding!

A few metallic clangs rang out, and the acrylic they were forced to hold on to the reins.

Just a mage, plus two warriors, killed seventy or eighty of his own subordinates, which annoyed Acrylic very much. What's even more annoying is that the young man is the one who rejected his teacher in the first place!

This makes him, who has always respected Deputy Head Lardo, how can he endure it!

His teeth chattered, but he couldn't do anything about Ronald, who had taken refuge in the woods.

Adjutant Claire suddenly pointed not far away: "Acrylic, look!"

Acrylic quickly glanced at it, and a gray-robed mage, supported by a female surname dressed as a thief, walked briskly towards the camp on the mountainside. And that piece of terrain is also relatively flat, suitable for launching a charge formation.

"Damn! Knights, charge me!"

The anger finally found an outlet for catharsis, and in anger, Acrylic quickly turned the horse's body and slammed his legs into the horse's belly.

Law!

The war horse neighed and raised its hooves at the mage not far away. Losing his mind, he took the lead and galloped towards the mage.

The cloak was like a flowing fire, and it was particularly bright red in the hot sun.

Under the leadership of Commander Acrylic, many knights also urged the war horses under their crotches and raised their long swords to charge the mountainside.

Gotta get it!

The sound of horses' hooves was fierce, splashing large patches of gravel and yellow sand on the mountain paths.

Hearing the sound of hurried horses' hooves, Annina, who was supporting her father, was a little worried: "Father, will it be fine?"

The mage's face was still a little pale. But hearing his daughter's concerned tone, he smiled with satisfaction: "Don't be afraid, our knight should be ready." He glanced back slightly, "You see, we managed to lure those guys over." ”

He glanced in the direction where Blair was hiding: "How can the fish be willing to take the bait without some bait?"

As he spoke, the sound of horses' hooves behind him became more and more intense.

Looking at the mage who was walking in a hurry, Acrylic understood that the guy must have just run out of mana.

That kid will be solved in the future, and it is imperative to kill the mage first!

He raised his sword aloft and slammed the horse's belly again.

Under the spur's stabbing blow, the war horse lowered its head and continued to exert its strength, and the speed of the charge was a few points faster.

Gotta gotcha, gotta gotcha.

The figure of the mage was getting closer and closer in Acrylic's eyes, and he even saw the frightened look that kept looking back.

He yelled, "Die!"

But.

There was a hurried sound of horses' hooves, which suppressed the roar of acrylic at this moment.

He was surprised to find a group of heavily armored knights suddenly appearing on the mountainside. The princess wearing the pure gold demon pattern armor, and Blair, who is known as the fire wolf, are among them. The chest armor of the heavily armored knights was engraved with a sword and shield emblem symbolizing royal power, and the conical iron-clad tip of the spear was shining in the hot sun.

I was too careless!

Only then did he realize that the mage had deliberately revealed his body to lure him into being fooled. But it has come to this, and he can't undo it.

With the determination to die, Acrylic roared: "Charge, my comrades, with their blood, to glorify our sword!"

The knights galloping up behind him just clenched their weapons with solemn expressions.