Looking at the men who were frightened by the sudden bloodthirsty vines, this old knight who was nearly fifty years old, his will did not waver in the slightest.

Looking at the city in the distance again, he pinned all his hopes on the knightly army led by the Grand Duke. He was old and strong, and he rushed to the thorn forest with his weapons in both hands, and cut off a bunch of vines that tried to wrap around him with a sword: "Steady, steady for me!"

Before he could finish speaking, a magic arrow that flashed white light struck him in the head with precision.

Burst!

The old knight's hands were still holding his weapon aloft, but his shoulders were empty.

A swordsman behind him was stunned by the splash of red and white. It wasn't until Mackentoe's headless body fell to the ground that he came back to his senses.

"Ahh

The swordsman let out a desperate roar and fell to the ground with his ass. A puddle of pale yellow urine flowed out of his trousers with his trembling body.

In the pupils of dazed fear, a trace of a long sword suddenly appeared. The swordsman held his hands on the ground and subconsciously moved a few steps, but to no avail.

Burst!

Half of his shoulder was slashed out of his chest by Ronald's sword at a gallop, and blood arrows shot out with it.

Bite!

Ronald turned abruptly, his sword precise and fierce, stabbing a swordsman to death who tried to sneak attack. Coldly drawing the bloodied weapon, Ronald grabbed the horse's belly and continued to rush forward.

Looking around the battlefield, Blair held his longsword high and slashed down quickly and powerfully: "Use the blood of the enemy to glorify our sword!"

Woooooooo

The knights behind let out thunderous shouts.

Accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, the clanging of weapons filled the fierce battlefield.

"Kill me!"

A sword stabbed a militiaman next to him, and Lieutenant Neon cheered his men at the top of his voice.

Together with the knights, the spearmen led by the mages began to charge the enemy troops that had been scattered by the cavalry.

Under the ruthless and precise blades of the harshly trained and well-armed soldiers, these militias had little room to fight back and were left to the slaughter.

The spilled blood soon stained the soil under his feet, and the broken flesh foam splashed everywhere, and this meadow was like a Shura field in the world at this moment. In just half an hour, the combined forces of the three lords were killed and abandoned their armor, and the sound of wailing was endless.

Under the charge of two hundred heavily armed knights, the troops of more than six hundred people were completely powerless to resist. No matter how much the lords restrained, the morale of the soldiers had already begun to crumble, and they turned around and ran desperately towards the woods behind them.

Boom!

Another clump of blood-colored thorns, intercepting a small group of routed spearmen. As soon as the spearmen were about to change their course, they were slaughtered by the knightly troops in hot pursuit, and the chaos was scattered. Before the loose sand could be gathered, the spearmen led by Lieutenant Nunn and the mage rushed forward and stabbed to death the fish that had escaped the net one by one.

Looking at the already crumbling troops, Baron Nottingham of Yorktown knew that he could not escape death.

Warriors deserve to die on the battlefield!

He had no regrets about sending troops to help Lord Harrington.

It's just that......

Baron Nottingham stared at the black-haired knight in the distance.

It's finally here, I'm going to avenge old Mackentoe!

With all his strength, he threw the one-handed axe in his hand at Ronald, who was still killing wantonly. The smooth blade, with the chill of death, whistled and swirled, flying in the direction he was pointing.

Hearing the wind from afar, Ronald unhurriedly condensed the magic of ice and raised his hand to the left. In the direction his hand was pointed, a crystal ice mirror immediately appeared, accurately intercepting the path of the axe's spinning and whistling.

Bite!

The ice mirror that appeared out of thin air firmly withstood the momentum of the spiral axe and blocked it to the ground.

Law!

With a cold murderous intent in his deep aqua blue eyes, Ronald tugged at the reins and turned the horse's head. Under his control, the horse sped up and galloped toward the resentful enemy.

Gotta gotcha gotcha gotta got!

The soldiers along the way were slaughtered all the way by him with the momentum of his war horse.

Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, Baron Nottingham's throat couldn't help but grunt.

"Give me death!"

The Baron of Nottingham was hoarse, turning that fear into murderous intent, and he gripped the handle of his one-handed axe with both hands, ready to die with the knight.

Gotta get it!

The sound of horses' hooves stirred up a cloud of flying mud!

Seeing the decisive gaze in the eyes of the enemy, Ronald suddenly pressed his body against the back of the war horse, and swept his sword upwards without hesitation while approaching the enemy, satisfying the enemy's wish. The azure blade was wrapped in the breath of death, and when it fell, it brought out a bright red.

Whew!

There was a piercing sound of armor breaking, and Baron Nottingham's chain mail was torn apart, and his left wrist fell to the ground lightly with an axe.

Under Ronald's attack, Baron Nottingham only raised half of his hand and immediately hung down. With that, his body collapsed limply to the ground. A deep wound from the bottom up, so hideous that the flesh turned out.

Knock knock, knock knock.

In the chest cavity where the flesh is turned out, the heart is still beating tenaciously, but the owner's eyes have begun to turn black, and his face is cold and pale.

Lord Duke, you must ......

Baron Nottingham's mind only had time to think of this last thought, and he immediately died.

Looking at the unwilling face of his master before he died, the flag bearer next to him clutched the gun flag like crazy and stabbed at the culprit who killed his master.

With an outstretched left hand, Ronald held the barrel of the gun firmly, and no matter how hard the flag bearer tried, he could not pull it back. With a cold killing intent, Ronald pulled his left hand and stabbed his right hand.

Burst!

The spear flag was taken down, and the front chest of the flag bearer was gushing with blood.

"Baron Nottingham is dead!

Ronald held aloft the long banner representing Baron Nottingham's status and shouted loudly, boosting the morale of his troops. This timely shout made the morale of the soldiers, who were already boiling with murderous intent, even more morale.

"Kill!"

They shouted feverishly and rushed towards the enemy army, which had been scattered and routed in all directions. The shouts of the tide were incessant, making the atmosphere on the battlefield even hotter.

After the tide swept away, no one of the enemy survived.

Seeing the death of the leader, the remaining enemy soldiers became even more panicked, and the legs of many of the militia members who were new to battle began to tremble. Some of the soldiers even collapsed to the ground trembling, their eyes dazed and their mouths muttering. The more timid ones simply flowed out of the urine yellow, accompanied by bursts of foul smell, polluting the battlefield that was already full of bloody and bloody stench.

These poor weaklings had no room to fight back, but to twist their frightened faces and face the stabbing blades, like cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

The strong desire for life in his eyes can't stop death at all!

The battlefield is brutal!

The weak on the battlefield will die without a place to bury!

"Run, run!"

"Don't!"

Finally some of the soldiers could not be suppressed, and they let out a howl of fear and began to flee wildly, but the terrible screams only accelerated their dispersion.

Ronald saw that they were confused and began to hide in all directions, but in the end, they could not escape the fate of being consumed by death. Eventually, the war turned into a one-sided massacre.

Looking at a soldier fleeing into the woods, Ronald grabbed the reins.

"It's over......"

He muttered softly and shook the gun flag in his hand casually.

Step, click.

After the chaotic footsteps, the battle flag on the ground turned into a dirty rag because of the blood and dirt on the footprints, and it was deeply trampled in the black mud.

Seeing that the remaining remnants of the army were all rushing towards the grove, Blair immediately raised his sword and shouted loudly, "Stop the pursuit!"

Sudden Rhythm!

The neighing sound of the horses' hoofs sounded, and the well-trained knights immediately grabbed the reins and quietly waited for the next order. The infantry led by the mage also withdrew from the edge of the woods at the order of the captain.

Ronald lowered his head and looked around.

The stumps and scattered weapons on the ground were scattered on the mud and grass, mixed with blood and water, staining the grass with black, red, and green cobwebs. The fishy smell persisted, and the dead rolled up their eyes to reveal the hollow whites of their eyes--- and the will of life followed their pupils to dive into the bottomless dark abyss.

"Lil. ”

Blair's voice came: "The cavalry will withdraw to the main camp to rest, leaving a small number of soldiers to clean up the battlefield!" After the order, he turned his head to Ronald, his face was very serious: "Don't be stunned, this is the battlefield, go back quickly!"

Ronald hurriedly answered, followed behind Blair, and drove with many knights to the main formation on the small dirt slope. Seeing that the cavalry troops had begun to withdraw, Newn discussed with the mage and volunteered to stay and clean up the battlefield.

Riding his horse to Blair's side, Ronald pulled up his mask with a puzzled face: "Lord Blair, why haven't you seen their cavalry troops in Highington all the time?"

Blair also pulled up his mask and nodded in the direction of Fort Orleans: "Maybe at this moment, they are fighting with the garrison in the city." ”

Hearing Blair's analysis, Ronald couldn't help but be a little worried, and he also turned around and looked away from the city gate. But as far as the eye can see, there is calm, and there is not a trace of chaos.

"Alright, don't think about it. Blair turned his horse around: "Just wait for the battle report statistics." ”

"Aren't we going back?"

Blair shook his head: "There is no signal from the main door that we need rescue, so we don't need to rush." He raised his hand and pointed to the grove in the distance: "After all, there may be an ambush there." If we retreat now, if there is an enemy ambush, the soldiers who stay behind to clean up the battlefield will be in trouble. Seeing the nervousness in Ronald's eyes, Blair couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous, young man!" He pointed to the corpses on the battlefield: "In this battle, we have annihilated at least five hundred people!"

Then he turned his head, looked at Ronald seriously, and instilled in him the most basic military common sense: "Do you think that when the death rate of our own side is close to two-thirds, and our casualties are very small, those soldiers who broke up just now still have enough courage to organize a counterattack again?"

After thinking about it, Ronald rubbed the small scar on his sideburns and laughed embarrassedly.

"Haha!" Blair also burst out laughing: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you're still young." He smiled and nodded his head: "There are many things that can only be experienced slowly with age and experience." ”

"I'll try, Lord Blair. Hearing the kindness in his words, Ronald nodded firmly, expressing his gratitude.