The desolate horn sound came and went, and Zhou Zhongmou listened to these low and long horn sounds and discovered the pattern. "They're answering in formation! The sound of the horn spread, and finally there was a very resonant and depressing horn sound. With the sound of this trumpet, all the trumpets stopped. The air was very cold and foggy in the early morning, and as soon as the sound of the horn stopped, the sound of the hooves of the Black Knight Duke and his elite men became very loud. This guy who didn't even bother to remember the name of Zhou Zhongmou raised the big sword in his hand, and the raging black qi wrapped around the golden light qi shrouded the whole person in it. And His Excellency the Duke himself also had a golden aura rising from his body, and even if he himself did not have a holy weapon, he was a real gold-level knight.

Then he rushed into the mist with a golden light, and in the direction of his impact was the centaur camp and the place where the horn answered. Zhou Zhongmou looked at the golden light faintly visible in the mist, which was a little blurry from his height and distance - the fog in the early hours of October was really big, and the fog full of chaotic magic had no magic to dispel them at all. The centaur's horn sounded again, this time as if it were getting farther and farther away. "The centaurs are retreating? Why do you have to retreat again?" Zhou Zhongmou held the binoculars in his hand and muttered, of course, Misha also asked him what he meant by this, of course, Zhou Zhongmou explained his thoughts in detail: "I think this is the tactic of the centaur cavalry of the Ballan Kingdom, they will retreat first, and use the retreat to open the front line of the army led by the black knight." Then they surrounded it from all sides. Then it's the usual archery and then assault trick - anyway, I'm not optimistic about the battle of the Duke of the Black Knight. Times have changed," Misha still couldn't quite understand what Zhou Zhongmou meant when he said that the times had changed. She was thinking about it in a cute-looking way now. She didn't lean into the binoculars she had set up to look at it - it was so foggy that it was difficult for her to see the exact situation.

The sound of horses' hooves was far away, and the camp of the Southern Yuktopania Kingdom was in chaos, and the group of nobles were desperately pulling up the centaurs and preparing to run away - there was no future at all here, the back road had been cut off, and it was not known how many centaurs were trying to outflank them - Zhou Zhongmou could already think that the current army of the Southern Yuktopbanian Kingdom was definitely a world of rumors, maybe the rumors that the Balan Kingdom had dispatched 100,000 centaurs would also quickly arise, as for the other rumors, it would be as many as there were. This would certainly cause chaos in the entire army, and eventually a complete collapse of morale and organization - Zhou Zhongmou did not think that these noble commanders were capable enough to control the troops in such a situation, but he believed that the Earl of Tyre might still be able to control his men.

Once there was chaos, the speed of the retreat would become extremely slow, and the Black Knight had been chasing the centaurs with hundreds of his men for more than an hour, but the chaotic camp had still not completed the assembly and organization of the troops, and the only thing that happened was that someone had opened all the camp gates and ran desperately out of it - this was about ten minutes ago. And with the flight of the first group, the collapse of the entire army has become inevitable, and the blood nobles have lost the will to fight and cannot control their army at all. Instead, they were the ones who took the lead in escaping.

However, the centaurs helped them unite - right at the front of Zhou Zhongmou, from the rear of the camp of the Southern Yuktobanian Kingdom army. Centaur strikers have appeared across the river. These guys running around still have more or less brains, and they haven't completely lost their reason and courage - no matter what, they at least have a numerical advantage, and in Zhou Zhongmou's opinion, these guys still have at least more than 40,000 troops, "Maybe more than 50,000." Zhou Zhongmou muttered, and Misha was speechless by the shock of this large-scale war in front of him.

But the situation is still very bad, the blood nobles and the royal knights and the knights of the guards can still be organized, and in any case they have not lost their formation - although they are also fleeing, compared to the others they can still be said to be retreating rather than routing. Of course, the Earl of Tyre's Legion of the Winds was also one of them, they maintained the organizational order, and the speed of action was not fast, and now they quickly united with the Royal Knights and the Knights of the Guards to form a formation and slowly retreated to the camp. "Now they have only one way to go. Zhou Zhongmou looked at this situation and said. Some of the nobles who ran around had some ability to pull a group of troops and retreat into the camp they had just run out of with the royal knights, while the others were miserable - they crashed into the approaching centaur forward formation, although the fog made it impossible to see the exact situation, but the fog dyed pink was enough for Zhou Zhongmou to know what a miserable killing had taken place in it. "Fortunately," he glanced at Misha, who was intently looking at the battlefield through his binoculars, and was glad that they were far enough away that Misha could not hear the screams and could not see the exact situation of the battle.

The temperature suddenly dropped, and the magic of chaos seemed to play a role, and the fog quickly dissipated beneath the cold air - they condensed into frost on the ground. But it also made the battlefield clear for a while. Zhou Zhongmou saw corpses all over the ground, which were the fleeing soldiers of the panicked Southern Yuktopania Kingdom Army who had been killed by centaurs in the marching procession, as for how many nobles and even blood-weapon nobles would be among them, it was impossible for Zhou Zhongmou on the cliff to tell at all. But all he could see now were columns of centaurs, the mist that had risen from their hot bodies after a long run in the cold air had almost formed a new thick fog.

The number of centaurs is quite large, Zhou Zhongmou estimated that it is about five thousand, plus about two thousand centaurs on the other side, and the entire army of the invading Balan Kingdom is here. At this time, the sound of horses' hooves was heard again in the distance, and the centaur heavy cavalry quickly returned, led by the tall centaur in a luxurious feather cloak with a head hanging from his waist, and he was carrying the trophy in his hand, the magic sword Misterdin, "How fast did you die? And I don't think I could cause many casualties among the centaurs? What a useless waste!" Zhou Zhongmou looked at this qiē in the telescope, and he was unconsciously surprised. The gold-level holy warrior with a holy weapon actually died worthless, and he was still the wielder of the magic sword known as the Duke of the Black Lion.

The tall centaur laughed wildly and motioned to his subordinates to shout in a grand voice, Zhou Zhongmou on the cliff couldn't hear it, he could only rely on the movements in the telescope to tell that the centaur was roaring, and then saw the centaur in the feather cloak throw the head hanging from his waist into the camp of the kingdom army, and then raised the black magic sword in his hand high. (To be continued......)