On the hill three kilometers west of Bambrore, at the end of the makeshift defensive line built by the human defenders, the girl standing on the hill like a sculpture opened her eyes indifferently as the first flare was lifted into the air. She slowly drew the sword at her waist and pulled out a brilliant sword flower in the darkness, breaking the silence in the valley.

The horses spat out the cork in their mouths, neighing with excitement, the metal clash between armor and weapons as bands of heavily armed knights emerged from their hideouts in the valley and converged into a massive array beneath the hillside.

The black knights from Isttalon, the night watchmen of the brown hills, the light cavalry of the kingdom guard, the knights and knights of the nobles...... Knights from all over the world converge here to form a cavalry group of more than a thousand men, which is the last remaining hole card in El's hand, and at the same time the most powerful force.

Palanti rode forward to the front of the formation, stood in front of him with a sword in hand, and bowed his head slightly to Romus, the temporary commander of this cavalry unit. She can certainly establish her prestige with her strength and status, but in order to truly command the Kingdom Guard light cavalry, which accounts for half of this cavalry force, it is still necessary to have Romus take over.

"Frankly, Miss Paranti, I am amazed that the young general of your family has managed to hold on to the present as he says. Romus looked at the battlefield in the direction of Bambrol and whispered to Palanti.

As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and although the Kingdom Guard has suffered a defeat that even he feels extremely ashamed of, it is not easy to completely digest such a large army. El wants to use the power of this legion, and no matter what, he can't bypass Romus, the legitimate legion leader. However, at this time, the identities of Tiana and Palanti played a role in getting twice the result with half the effort.

Although there is a deep gap between the northern and southern aristocratic factions of the Oakland Kingdom, it is still a "contradiction within its own family" in terms of identity after all. The prestige of the northern aristocratic warlords is still there, and it is not unacceptable for the southern nobles to be defeated by the heirs of the timberwolves and the white lion, even if it is just a woman.

"Now that we can attack, please give the order. Palanti was in no mood to make small talk with Romus, and said straight to the point.

"I remember that the general's plan seemed to be ...... Let's wait for the second signal?" Romus said with some hesitation.

"By the time the second signal came, our troops should have arrived on the battlefield. Palanti looked at Romus with a blank face and said, "My Majesty, I hope you remember our respective missions, your mission is to lead the cavalry troops to enter at the right time and sweep the army of the undead. And my mission...... It's about making sure you're able to follow orders. ”

Feeling the chill in Palanti's eyes, Romus secretly scolded in his heart that Caesar's little lioness was also so perverted, and said with a wry smile: "Of course I understand, you don't need to worry. ”

The chill in the darkness sent a shiver down Romus's side, and he could already faintly hear the sound of water in the distance, knowing that it was time for him to make a decision.

The answer to the question seems obvious, whether he will charge the terrifying army of the undead without hesitation and die on the battlefield, or will he be afraid of the battle and be shown by the military law of the little girl who is staring at him from behind.

Romans sighed inwardly, something hot in his chest, and he suddenly had the illusion that he seemed to be ten years younger. As a nobleman, he should have thrown that kind of thing into the stinky ditch since he was sensible, but as a soldier, he still seems to have lingering remnants in his body.

That kind of thing is called hot blood

Romus drew his sword and shouted, "Knights of the kingdom of Ocrant, wherever you come from and where you are going." Now, this land, the land you once swore to defend, is being ravaged by the enemy! It is a horror and evil that we have never seen before, but it is also the reason for us to fight! Now that this war has reached a critical moment, the reason why we have hidden until now is to turn the tide of war at this moment! Knights, let us set out and trample the enemy under our feet with a torrent of iron hooves!"

The answer he received was an overwhelming cry.

The knights tapped their breastplates, converging in a neat rhythm. Whether southerners or northerners, the basic etiquette of war as a human knight will never change. The sound of a neat tapping is a signal to prepare for a charge, and when a human knight performs this ancient ritual, it is equivalent to making up his mind to fight to the death.

The momentum of thousands of people and horses moving in a horizontal row is no less than that of a raging river. In the distance, rivers of divine light could already be seen sweeping in from the east, and the cavalry changed direction in silence, outflanking the undead army.

A second flare burst into the air, and under the brilliant fireworks, Palanti put the horn of the lion's tooth to his mouth and took a deep breath and blew it.

The long sound of the horn echoed in the darkness, and a translucent milky white aura bloomed from the lion's tooth horn, instantly enveloping all the surrounding cavalry troops.

The cavalryman who heard the sound of the horn suddenly felt that an inexhaustible force began to emerge from his body, and the speed of the mount under his crotch also increased a lot.

The battle aura of the Lion's Tooth Horn brings at least 30% of the strength of your cavalry, and this 30% of the strength is enough to exert exponential combat effectiveness for a cavalry with men and horses. Romans gave the order to charge immediately, and formed a charge formation at a distance of 500 meters.

No matter how much the Cursed Sect lacked military knowledge, when the ground began to shake slightly, they finally realized the threat from behind them. On the battlefield in the conventional sense, the cavalry, as a high-level human army, is the invincible overlord, especially in the state of their charge, which can almost be said to be invincible.

On the other hand, on the side of the Cursed Sect, almost all of the unconventional combat power has been almost exhausted. As a strategic mobile class, the Graveyard Demon has become a real graveyard after soaking in holy water, and it doesn't take much time to reorganize its body. The rest of the undead army was almost destroyed, and the Lich Klein's death spell at all costs failed to salvage the situation, leaving only a remnant of the surviving army, guarding the depleted Cultists of the Damned.

Seeing the human cavalry rushing in, the lich Klein, who was holding his body, couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. It was only now that he realized that these human armies were not stubborn fools at all, that they had been prepared from the start, and that they had become prey in a trap.

"How dare you challenge the majesty of the Lord of Death!, then be prepared to bear the wrath of our Lord!" The lich's eyes were full of resentment, and he laughed wildly and tore open his chest, drawing mysterious symbols in the air with blood. His body was originally borrowed from the corpse to resurrect the soul, and he naturally did not cherish it when he used it.

By this time, Klein had already had to admit his defeat, but he was not afraid of death. Even if the whole army is wiped out in the end, as a lich, as long as the lifebox is not damaged, he can make a comeback after a period of recuperation. Although the sudden river of holy water has purified almost all of the undead troops, as long as the plague continues to spread, the Cursed Sect will never lack suitable soldiers.

The human defenses also fought back, and the warriors of the hunting regiment brandished gems and launched a counter-charge against the remnants of the undead troops. Upstream of the frozen river, a dazzling light flew at an alarming speed, almost piercing the entire dark sky, and bright sunlight continued to pour down from the sky in its pass.

El silently emerged from the gap in the space and came to the back of the lich, but this time the lich had already prepared, and a bloody light erupted from under his feet, causing El to jump away in fright.

"You can't use the same method to sneak up on a prepared mage, especially a necromancer. Klein grinned, and a ghoul-like monster leaped out of his back, baring its teeth and rushing towards El. Sturdy frost armor stood beside the lich, one of the ice walls blocking the flying bolts, reshaping them in a moment of collapse.

The lich seemed to have made up his mind to play a big game, and he simply gave up the luxury of commanding his troops, and hid in the shell of a turtle and wrote the symbols of blood as fast as he could. You don't have to guess to know that he must be preparing a very vicious spell.

Dressed in pale blue magical robes and shining with divine light, the girl floated up from mid-air, stretched out her arms to the lich's hiding place, and whispered, "God says, where the light goes, all evil will be cured."

A bright ray of sunlight tore through the darkness and fell from the sky, shining above the lich's head. The solid wall of ice melted in an instant, and the lich let out a terrible scream.

"Snake of Light! It's you stinky bitch who is doing our good thing!" Klein screamed angrily, looking at the divine power surrounding the girl's body, but he couldn't help but feel a palpitation.

Although he had long doubted the true identity of this woman, the powerful divine power revealed by the girl now was far beyond his imagination.

"No matter what your identity is, since you dare to appear, then accompany me back to my lord's arms!" Klein sneered, his hands suddenly opened, and he pressed the blood donation rune he had just drawn.

Almost at the same time, a seemingly inconspicuous feathered arrow shot through the melting ice wall and into his back. The lich, who had lost his sense of pain, shuddered and subconsciously looked at his bloodied chest.

The feathered arrow easily passed through his body and burst out of his chest, this kind of penetration was almost impossible for the current lich to cause harm, but the piercing wound withered and dried at an unbelievable speed, turning into flying ashes and dissipating with the wind.

A terrified Klein tried to power his magic, but he lost control of his body and could only watch his body disappear little by little.

He turned his head away, only to see El smile indifferently

(Jiangsu.com)