Under normal circumstances, cavalry with high mobility and speed advantages are not considered to be feared by mages in field combat.

However, Mr. Malas, who was anxious to make meritorious service and end the battle, patronized to relieve the siege, without considering the means of the opponent's anti-cavalry.

When more than twenty horses and more knights fell into the ravine, there was a deep sense of despair, from the commander to the cavalry.

The cult forces, who were originally besieging the demon soldiers, began to turn around and raise their spears to approach the cavalry.

The two magicians with wands in their hands were still shaking their wands in the distance, chanting spells to make the crack bigger and deeper, preventing the people inside from climbing up and preventing the cavalry behind from passing quickly.

A sparse array of arrows also began to shoot from the opposite side, landing in the chaotic crowd.

Although it did not cause any losses, it also made the cavalry in confusion even more confused.

"Retreat, retreat!" Marlas, who finally pulled up the startled horse, pulled the reins and shouted, "Don't be afraid, they won't be able to pass, retreat and reline!"

If this is a mock battle on the training ground, or a ceremonial event that fails and makes a fool of itself, the cavalry may be able to slowly return to normal.

On the battlefield where arrows and magic are flying, this group of well-off cavalry cannot be said to have been absent from the battle formation for a long time, and they have no experience in war at all.

With the exception of Malras, who had fought a few battles thirty years earlier, it was the first time that the others had encountered a real war.

If in Vincent's words, it is in the territory of the demons, this group of church guards is too well protected, and the battle is contracted by the demons.

The warriors of the gods are pampered every day, except for escorting patrols and performing horsemanship, they are not vulnerable at all.

Just as the rain of arrows on the opposite side was getting denser and denser, and someone had already fallen from the arrow, from the side of the ravine, a strange horn suddenly sounded.

Dozens of cavalrymen suddenly emerged from behind the bushes and charged towards the cult troops who were arrayed with spears.

The leader of the generals wore felt hats, dirty suede coats, no armor, strange whistling sounds from his mouth, and long knives in his hands waved wildly, and his exaggerated movements were extremely eye-catching.

The cavalry behind them, though they were also the guardians of the Church, were also courageous under the leadership of this fearless leader, and they did not follow the traditional methods of warfare at all, but roared ferociously, and with a tenacious and manic attitude like a barbarian, they frantically rushed into the enemy line.

"Is that also called an arrow?" Schiff didn't even bother to pull out the scabbard, so he knocked out an arrow, "Let you see how the arrow is fired!"

As he spoke, the Scava took off his borrowed bow and arrows, mounted three arrows, stretched out his arms, and fired his bow and arrows at the opposite side, ignoring the shots from the other side.

One quiver was quickly shot out by him, and nearly twenty men fell to the opposing team, but the Skava continued to charge at the enemy line.

Schiff cautiously kept watching the other side, sometimes with his head behind the horse's neck, sometimes dodging from the horse's side to the left and right, and with a dazzling equestrian show flying in one hand, he also allowed himself to rush in front of the enemy line unscathed.

This brave charge not only frightened the enemy, but also greatly encouraged the first cavalry, which had been preparing to retreat. ….

However, boosting morale was never Schiff's plan, and he wanted the greatest credit.

The mage's sneak attack did not hurt his troops in the slightest, and seeing the enemy close at hand increased their courage.

Schiff's fire was an eye-opener for the cavalrymen, who raised their spears and swooped down on the panicked enemy with a hundred times the courage.

Without skill, it is reckless.

The horses and spears ran into the enemy, and the men in the front row were immediately knocked away by the force of the impact, and before they could struggle a few times, they were trampled under the hooves of the horses, and many were pierced by spears, and then they were attacked head-on by swords and sabers.

The little Skava rode past the first row of enemy troops and threw his spear at the mage, leaving a bleeding hole in the beautiful mage's robes.

A bunch of spears came at Shif, from Shif, who had just been ready

With his stirrups open, his feet on the saddle, and his twin knives in his hands, he jumped out like an eagle and fell into the unprepared crowd in the back row.

In an instant, there was a scream and exclamation from the crowd.

Hundreds of enemies collapsed under the onslaught of the cavalry, and the cavalry that bypassed the ravine behind continued to rush.

The improvised array of spears was shattered for a short time, and the soldiers were harvested by the weapons of the cavalry and the hooves of their horses.

Soon, someone saw a double-wielding two sabers more than a meter long, rushing left and right in the encirclement, killing the bloodied Scavua, and still chasing another magician.

There is no one to protect the magician, and it is estimated that the enemy army has also discovered that staying by the magician's side will not only not be protected, but will become the target of pursuit, so they all disperse in a hurry, not wanting to stay and wait for death.

Especially when they saw with their own eyes that the bloodied Skava had cut off a Wind Blade unscathed, they had lost faith in the magical attack.

Schiff didn't have a horse, but his legs were not slow, and he was short in stature and had a low center of gravity, so he was very stable in battle, constantly dodging back and forth with rolling motions, and could hear the movement of various thrown weapons, and dodged in time.

The soldiers of the cult army avoided inexhaustible physical strength, strange flexibility, unwavering will to win, and strange curses like beasts in their mouths.

No one knew how to stop, so they could only watch him keep slashing the people in front of him, and gradually approaching the monsters that were surrounded inside.

In fact, the magician should have the opportunity to sneak up on Shiv with other magic, but his chanting speed is not fast enough, and Shiv is determined to capture the thief and capture the king first, so he always stares at him to attack, and constantly throws chaotic weapons to disrupt the casting.

Eventually, the magician seized the opportunity to take local materials on the battlefield and hit Schiff in the arm with an ice arrow made of human blood.

The saber was disarmed, and the enraged Skava immediately threw another weapon in desperation, hitting one of the hapless ghosts next to the magician, but missing the target.

The surrounding cultists couldn't help but surround him with curiosity when they saw that this difficult guy had finally lost his weapon, but still ran towards the magician like a fierce god possessed.

Even the magician drew his sword, and it seemed that he was very annoyed with this unrelenting fellow, and even if he wanted to escape, he was dealing with this nasty Skava first.

Just as the crowd approached Shif, the Skava stopped and suddenly smiled strangely.

"Have you ever seen this?"

With a "bang", the magician's chest seemed to be gouged hard, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.

Schiff, who was holding the strange iron pipe with his uninjured arm, smiled into an insolent laugh.

It didn't take long for a large group of cavalry to sweep in from behind and rush past Schiff's side.

A slender hand stretched out on the horse, beckoning to the victorious Skava.

To be precise, this is not a horse, but a nightmare beast that has been dizzy from the sun.

"How do you feel?" Vincent asked Schiff behind him, "You just shot and made history."

"My lord, this is amazing." As if he was still dreaming, Schiff said faintly, "As you say, times have changed......

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