Count Tyre looked at the weapon in the hand of the strong man in front of him, and his words made Zhou Zhongmou feel that there were still many little secrets: "It's interesting to know that this is the Wild Tai Knife, if you have the chance, I really want to talk about it." Zhou Zhongmou put on a posture. With his right hand in front of him, he is holding the handle of the Notai sword, while with his left hand behind him, he is holding the lower half of the handle of the knife with his arms hanging down naturally, and the arms are crossed around his waist in such a way that he holds the knife. The blade drooped down slightly, but the whole knife was roughly parallel to the ground, "Actually, this posture is suitable for duels and small-scale battles, and if you use it in large-scale battles, you will die." Zhou Zhongmou muttered his opinion on the Japanese sword stance, but his height and arm length, as well as the strength that came with it, made up for this deficiency, and the one-meter-and-five-meter-long blade of the Notai knife was enough to control a circular space with a radius of more than three meters.

"Stepping into this space is a senseless sacrifice!" this was the opinion of Count Tyre, who motioned to his subordinates not to come up, but the magicians accompanying the army did not have this scruples, "Be careful, this enemy does not eat psychic spells and illusions, and uses elemental spells to greet him!" This is the command of the Golden Mage of the Wind Legion. Then a series of fireballs and ice arrows flew towards Zhou Zhongmou, Zhou Zhongmou exhaled, his hands were flirted, and an arc-shaped knife light lit up, shattering all the magic flying in front of him. But just as he had finished his trick, Count Tyr moved, approached as swiftly as a phantom, and stabbed a sword with a wave of his hand.

"I can't relax for a moment. Zhou Zhongmou blocked this stab with the hilt of his sword, of course, the price he paid was that even if he had a fighting spirit attached to protect him, the hilt of the sword that was stabbed was still shattered. If it weren't for Zhou Zhongmou's strength, it would be extraordinary. Maybe it's just to stab the hilt first. Then a sword pierced Zhou Zhongmou's body and hung him up. The next second, Tyre jumped back suddenly. Where he had been staying, a white arc of light lingered for a few seconds with a retinal-piercing brightness. "The space seems to have been shattered, and your sword skills are really good. Tyr said in a strange tone, and then he touched his chest, where a thin cut appeared in his clothes.

Zhou Zhongmou, who was holding the Ye Tai Sword, was as powerful as a rainbow, and his vertical and horizontal slashes were incomparable, and within his attack range, even the golden warrior Count Tyre, a genius in swordsmanship, did not dare to invade lightly. But the amount of magic made Zhou Zhongmou quickly fall behind, and the guys found that the spells that attacked Zhou Zhongmou directly did not work well - first, it was difficult for them to penetrate Zhou Zhongmou's sword attack range, and secondly, unless it was a fireball technique. Otherwise, it would be useless to hit Zhou Zhongmou, and the fireball technique could also make the man lose his balance or suffer a certain amount of damage with the impact of the explosion and the high temperature, the problem was that the fireball technique was too slow. Then they changed their minds, and used a wide range of terrain-changing spells to attack Zhou Zhongmou's range of motion, the large amount of rough terrain and greasy ground made it difficult to control the balance in battle, although this was also an obstacle for Tyr - but they had a numerical advantage, and as time went on, those silver-level captains would always find an opportunity to help their commander.

"It seems that this time there is no drama again!" Zhou Zhongmou used a powerful slash of three hundred and sixty degrees to force back the approaching enemy, and then the next moment, a huge black beast appeared in the center. Some of the unlucky ones who didn't have time to jump away were immediately grabbed and torn apart by the fierce beast Zhou Zhongmou, but the others sent out sword qi or threw spears one after another—among them, Count Tyre's attack didn't want to be hard connected even if Zhou Zhongmou, whose strength, defense, speed, and recovery ability had reached a terrifying point after transformation. He swung the knife that he hadn't thrown away, and took advantage of the cushion from the broken knife to take the blow with his arm. Then it directly shook the earth, causing countless thunderbolts to fall. Then he took advantage of this opportunity to spread his wings and run away.

The Count of Tyre had once again won a brilliant victory, although this time there were more casualties, and Zhou Zhongmou had caused at least more than a hundred casualties to his army, but he had completely defeated the coalition forces in this direction, and the road in front of him was unimpeded. Zhou Zhongmou, who returned to the cabin, came out and saw Misha after putting on spare clothes, he shook his head slightly, "I'm really sorry, I failed again." But I think I'm going to win the battle after all, as long as he's going to go head-to-head with me. However, Misha didn't say anything, but looked Zhou Zhongmou's naked body up and down, and was relieved only after finding that there were no wounds on his body. "It's all right, I'm all right," the little widow said softly.

Count Tyre's actions did not cause a huge ripple effect - his army was still not enough to capture the Black Knight's Castle, the most important forward stronghold of the Northern Alliance. And he can't cut off the Black Knight's castle from the front line. Most of the logistics had already been delivered to the coalition barracks, and the Earl of Tyre carried limited supplies, and if he was to consume supplies, he really couldn't outmaneuver the northern coalition forces. If it is to strike at the far-reaching point - the Earl of Tyre has given up on the idea after careful consideration. Then all that's left is to spin the flank strikes - the Northern Coalition has also made changes, with the Black Knight sitting in the castle with the magic sword, and the Northern Noble Coalition making some shrinks.

On the frontal battlefield, the southern army could not make a breakthrough, first of all, the high-end combat strength of the two sides was almost the same, and secondly, the other side had the men and horses of the Ballan Kingdom in the opposing camp, although the other party was only in the rear of the northern noble army, but the southern noble army, especially the princess and her ministers, did not dare to judge that the centaurs would definitely not intervene in the civil war in southern Yuktobania. "The kingdom of Balan is a little more special, and it's hard for you to judge their actions from the stakes," this is the statement of His Excellency the Old Count Vlasov, the head of the original royal magician group in the princess's camp.

The centaur cavalry were not subject to the control of the northern aristocracy, and they usually acted on their own - of course, looting local food and money was also part of their free activities, and intercepting supplies that would otherwise be sent to others was their daily routine. But they weren't the big cancer in the Northern Army - at least they had moved their camp in this direction just in time after Count Tyre had made a flank breakout, and Count Tyre had to consider whether the centaurs would intervene if he had launched a flank strike.

After a week's delay, both sides are now showing signs of slackness, and many small and medium-sized nobles have secretly withdrawn their troops from their territories - fighting a war is too expensive, even with the subsidies of the royal family, not to mention the fact that the subsidies of the royal family are still intermittent now. "Danger, don't you see that the other side is doing the same thing?"

Indeed, the small and medium-sized nobles on both sides were doing this, and the big nobles also withdrew their main forces, leaving only a part of the alert troops to maintain the battle line, and the two sides fell into a stalemate. As for the originally neutral nobles in Sarajevo, they moved between the two sides, acting as messengers to carry out all kinds of transactions. This terrifying calm seems to be able to be maintained forever? Then they are wrong. If the Transylvanian Empire wants to pick peaches, then they will have some moves. (To be continued......)