Outside the tents, those who had snuck close to listen whispered excitedly, and from there spread throughout the camp. Androx didn't know they were there, but now that he did, it seemed obvious. What else can they do?

The elder looked relieved. His body leaned forward a little more, exhaling the breath he must have been holding all along, loosening the old skin on his chest. "A friend," he said with a wistful smile. He added, almost mutterably, "How long has it been since I've eaten anything like this?"

Things quickly got a bit noisy, and it sounded like there were 20 people trying to explain what had just happened to another 40 people. The smartest of them started shooting at the others so that they could continue listening, and it took them a while.

The elder laughed more humorously and said, "I don't know if I should have spoken louder. But it doesn't matter. Andloclus, son of Palamonos, I am Natuk, the eldest of my people. I have a lot to say to you, but I think I'll save it for a day of rest and tranquility far from today. On that day, I will tell you about the long history of my people, what we used to be like, our land, our gods and powerful people. When that day comes, I will also hear stories of your ancestors, your land, your people, and your gods, and we will drink, and we will listen to music, and our heartache for what time has lost will become sweet rather than painful. ”

Andrew nodded respectfully. The man, Natuk, was certainly very good at talking. It doesn't sound like he's rehearsed beforehand, just in case.

A man shouted, "Let me pass!" Judging by the sound, the crowd outside was crowded, and he wanted to get in, causing a commotion.

The atmosphere in the tent also changed, as everyone knew what it meant. Or suspect that they did. The children's eyes looked away, and Agn frowned in disappointment. The demons in the room tried their best to hide their emotions.

Andex muttered, "Already?"

After a while, the man rushed in through the crack in the door, and nearly knocked the old witch down. She grabbed him and stopped him from moving forward, lest he fall into the brazier.

"Elder! He said breathlessly. "They are heading towards the canyon, with the king and his berserkers ahead!" Army! Those who can't get into the pass walk back and forth on the mountainside. They cover their entire faces like swarms of ants!"

Andex tried to estimate how quickly they could arrive, and how many there were; It depended on the ground, because there were so many horses on the ground, but he thought, since they were doing it, it meant they could. It would be an incredible feat to keep the Corps united and organized, especially when they go into the forest and lose visibility, but with so many people, it hardly matters. The real question is whether the king sends a few people at a time, or all at once. Either way, there's time to plan. An hour, two hours, maybe more.

The courier gripped his horns, a gesture that made him look distraught. "We have to go, Elder!" He was a little older than Anders, for he looked at him closely, and his short beard and hair were gray. Although very skinny, like everyone else. Haggard. He stared at Andrews with confusion and contempt, not knowing what he was doing here.

He urged, "Elder, we have to go. Get up! Get up and run away!"

Anders frowned and said, "Natak, do your people often break in and give you orders?" Or is this a new behavior?"

"How dare you?" Who are you? Why is there a leather face here? The messenger said angrily.

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Okles, we all have a pressing problem. Maybe we should address this issue first and then discuss other issues later. How are we to deal with the king?"

"I have some ideas. But first I want to ask how do you fight against the evil demons? Those nasty? You know who I'm referring to. "Andlox needed to find some new vocabulary for all of these groups because he was now a friend of one of them.

The elder nodded thoughtfully and said, "I take care of them myself. This is not an easy task. I can explain it simply, but it won't help you much. Their strength comes from mental trauma and mental trauma. It is the power of the subtle things in the world, the power of the spirit, the energy of the soul that is infused into the body. Deanna would have known more or less. If you can deny this power, they are only one person's power. ”

The old man glanced at the empty flask and wanted to have another drink, which was what he and the guests had in common. He continued, "I let my soul rest in peace and let my body do its job. That's why I always find the kitten when he's hiding. ”

"Really? Is it every time? Pepper interrupted, but no one paid any attention to him.

"You mean you're dead?" Anchors said that the more the old man spoke, the more he could not understand.

"No, I'm not going to die. This is the business of our people. We are the children of the night sky. The elder said calmly, even though his eyes looked dark. All the people I had time to teach are gone. ”

"Well, you're right, that won't do me much. I hope you have a sacred herb that you can burn or something. Androx said. He let out a cry of pain and barely stood up, still hiding under the low ceiling. The demons are short, and the horns haven't shaved to the top of their heads, but here he is. "My friend, you don't mind if I lead your people for the time being, do you? I know a thing or two about the military. ”

"I've come to hand them over to the care of Priestess Aguna. Your God has claimed us. Natuk said.

"Argon, can I borrow your God's new toy?" He asked.

"Say it, ogre. Just don't break them; You know how he handles his own affairs," she replied.

"Then, you all go out with me. Get up. Andrix said. Wolf sca

You don't have to be silent anymore. You can take your hand out of your mouth. ”

Outside the tent, it seemed like every demon in the tribe was huddled together as much as possible to listen. All Andlocks saw was a patch of hazy skin and pointed horns. He waved them back with a hand, and somehow, they found room to make way.

They are so few. So few people, against a powerful army. His anger makes him a warrior alone, but he can still be killed, and there is only so much he can do. Andlocks pushed the fear away, but it refused to leave completely, hovering on the edge of his thoughts. How stupid! But there's no way around it. It's best to see what can be done to form a strategy.

One advantage of being taller than others is that he doesn't need to stand on anything to speak. He raised his voice and shouted, "Anyone who knows how to use a lasso, please raise your hand!"

It wasn't what they expected, and it took a while for them to understand that he was serious. About one in five raised their hands. He thought for a moment and said, "How many of them have ropes?" About 20 years old.

"Good. All of you go and get it, go over there," he said, pointing to a clean place in the back. "All those who bear the bow, please raise your hand."

He was pleased to see that demons did use bows, and that a few had them. "Go over there, all of you. It's not you, you're a woman. All the women, and I mean all the women, move over there!"

Women are not happy about this, especially young women. Countless people brandished spears or knives and shouted at him. He raised his hand and frowned until they were quiet. "I don't care if you're stronger than other women. As far as I know, your tribe lags behind your women stronger than men. I don't care. You take the children and follow Aguna. You can't see her because she's short, but she's there. This is Flower. Androx said. He lifted the boy above his head so that everyone could see him, trying not to be scared by his ribs. He needs to look capable, not dying.

"He's easy to recognize because he's white, even though he's dirty. He was a sorcerer who killed Prince Arsar with his own hands. He is your best chance of survival. You'll have to follow him and Agunn back to the mountain, and you'll have to find the biggest clearing you can find. You have two jobs there: making lots and lots of earplugs, and then listening to Agn. Before I finish speaking, you can prepare food and other things you want to bring with you because you shouldn't expect to come here later. Take action! No, wait, I almost forgot. ”

Anchors leaned down and held out his hand to the wolf sca

, he from Ga

Bi climbed out of his shirt and sat on it. He lifted the little fairy up so that everyone could see him, or at least know what he meant. He wasn't big enough to be seen from a distance. "I'm the wolf sca

。 If he tells you to do anything, or go anywhere, or whatever, you have to do it right away. Whatever it is. This applies to everyone, man, woman or child. Act now. I don't have anything else to say. ”

Wolf sca

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Okles' hand looked into his eyes. He said, "Is everybody doing what I say?" What shall I say to them?"

"You will be our general. You fly around, tracking everyone's location to see if the enemy is doing something sneaky. Then you warn people and tell them where to go to get ready. Can you do it?"

"If necessary. I can do more than just fly around and see things," the little fairy said, pouting. "I can also pierce people's eyes."

"I know. I will never forget that you have always been my sincerest and most loyal friend. You are the person I rely on the most. When we get to Dikaya, how about I ask Skywalker to make you a set of golden armor?"

Wolf sca

I thought about it for a while. Behind him, the women began to move around, looking for children or getting a bundle of jerky or something else they thought they needed. Wolf sca

He smiled a little more mature than usual and said, "You really can't do anything without me, can you?" I'm too important. ”

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Okles smirked and kissed the fairy above his head, then threw him into the air to scout around. Wolf sca

Disappear into the pine forest.

"Now, for all of you. If you can't fight because you're old or injured, go with a woman. When I say fighting, you have to do a lot of running things. You will not stand here exchanging spears. Now pay attention, because if you misunderstand something, you will die. I only worry about two things. Those demons, those hateful demons, and those soldiers who were protected by decapitated heads. Anyone who comes near me will die. This includes all of you. When you see it, you know why. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an axe stuck in a piece of wood, and next to it was a small pile of half-burned firewood. He walked over, pulled it out, and handed it to Pepper. "The devil's horn makes the throat. An axe to chop off a horse's ankle. Go with those women and protect Flower. Say 'yes, Daddy. ’”

"Yes, Dad." Pepper said, with an axe in both hands.

Androcleus turned to the crowd and said, "Archers, slingers, and javelins, your main target is demons. I mean those nasty guys. Rope people, your main target is the knight who has been protected by the severed head. Pull them off their horses, or cut them off tied to them. They protect the riders, but it's useless if they're separated. So separate them and either kill the rider quickly or leave and let me do it.

"Now, for the rest of you. The king knew that it was impossible for his regular army to kill me, and he also knew that without his demons and wizards, his army could not fight me. His army would try to drive us back into the mountains or try to separate us from behind. Probably both. It's your job to fight and slowly retreat. Make them feel like they've won without any real pressure. You want them to fight slowly, safely, and confidently, not scared and wild, or they will overwhelm you in an instant. Work hard, but give up little by little. Let them push you back to the woman, just take a while. I need time to get rid of the king and his demons, but as soon as he falls, their army will disperse. You just have to live to that day. If they weren't stressed, they would slow down, be more careful, and you'd live longer. Do you all understand?"

Not many people nodded, but they didn't look confused. That's all there is to it. He held back another wave of fear.

He continued, "Like I said, the only way we can survive is to kill the king, all his demons, and any wizards or officials who try to take his place. If they're dead and I'm alive, we'll be alive. If they kill me, everyone will die. Now, does everyone know what to do?"

He looked at the crowd and realized the gravity of the moment. He knows the expression well — he's been observing the expressions of the men around him for 25 years. But there was another factor that he was not very familiar with, and that was skepticism. With their heads hanging and their shoulders hunched, men and women hugged each other tightly as if for the last time.

It's not hard to encourage an old non-believer. Just remind him of honor and duty, and the price of cowardice. Dropping a shield can end a family faster than dying outright. But would the devil care about that? He didn't have time to lecture them, and he doubted that they would want to listen.

In any case, this is not a battle to be won by courage. It's a crazy gamble at best. Off one's head. They're smart and know that. He can unleash some of his murderous intent to show his power, but this may have the opposite effect he wants. Let them say goodbye as they wish.

The women eventually parted as instructed and took all their children with them. They were thin and shabby, and it was hard for him to distinguish them from men. They don't have the fullness of flesh that a woman should have, even those suckling babies. Most of them also carry weapons. Short spears and short knives.

Those who stayed behind began to look thin. Their numbers are pitifully small. A few hundred pieces. Maybe it is enough to form a single line on the front line of a regular army? It's not that they have enough shields. The main thing is the spear, because the sword is difficult to maintain and cannot be repaired without a blacksmith. However, several of them were armed with the kind of long iron swords used by the Alien Trojans, and Androcles could guess exactly where they had gotten them.

To their credit, they look like warriors. All too thin, but strong, like hard labor. I can't eat enough, and I'm as thin as tinsel. They stood there, without any military discipline, without any line or position, but there was an attitude of readiness in their demeanor that told him that they were no strangers to the role of death. Tough people.

Deanna approached him from behind and asked, "Mr. Andlox, where do you want me to go?"

He turned around and thought for a moment. She can fight – and she's proven it, though it's strange for a woman, especially one so close to girlhood. But she fought off the demons, which Agunn confirmed. When they first met, she was also punched by him and didn't move. Still, he wasn't sure if he was willing to entrust important matters to her.

"Why are you fighting?" He asked.

Deanna seemed confused by the question at first, and it seemed that the answer was obvious. But the question was getting harder and harder, and he could tell she was struggling to find an answer. Fear in her eyes? Was she afraid that she would answer incorrectly?

"Speak up, woman. Sev already has a family, and it's not you. Why stay? Why don't you just leave?"

"She and ...... Your family," she said meekly. "Everyone else I know is dead. I don't know what else to do. I have nowhere to go. ”

"The world is full of people. I'm sure you'll find a place to take you in. Grow your hair longer and wear more clothes. ”

Dya

A frowned. "My father kept shaving my hair so that no one would grab my hair during a fight. I've been learning the old ways since I wasn't able to walk, but that's all I know. Nothing but fighting. Well, I can make rope, I can disembowel, and I also know some of the art of herbs and spirits because of my former tribe. I just don't know how to be a woman. ”

She paused, looked away, and added embarrassedly, "I hope Gabi and Agunn can teach me." How can I find my husband? I look like ...... I do not know. ”

He sighed to himself. Will you dwell among the old Philistines?

"No, I want to be with Agapatiazong," she said. She lifted her head and straightened her back. Her gaze met him for a moment, and he saw no anger or contempt in his gaze. Just be honest. However, she couldn't resist his gaze and lowered her head again. It's strange that she's so shy.

She said, "I know I made a mistake with you, Master Androx, and I don't expect you to adopt me either. But I hope that if I help, you may be able to take in one more orphan. ”

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Okles sighed, then looked up and asked Cloud, "Oh, Patos, how many are there?"

There were more sounds, a whisper, but a gust of wind, barely audible, probably imagining it.

Deanna already knew what his answer was. She bit her lip and didn't smile, but a smile appeared in her eyes and the corners of her mouth.

"Good. You will be the free woman of our family and be the handmaiden of Aguna. You can live with us, live in our house, and receive pay until you decide otherwise. We'll figure out your dowry later, but you'll have it. Go and fight where you think it's most advantageous. ”

He turned to look at Agn, to see if she heard and agreed, but she had already taken Flower's hand and walked towards the other women. Pepper is gone, but hopefully he's in the right place and just hiding himself again. Gabby followed closely behind, riding her stupid deer. At least it makes it easier for me to keep an eye on her. If she had to run, she would run fast. He believes that this is one, and there is only one advantage.

With a flash of inspiration, he turned to face Deanna. "No, I know where I want you to go. I want you to steal their heads everywhere in the alien army. Didn't you say their swords couldn't hurt you?"

She wiped tears from her cheeks as she kept her head straight and prepared. "Yes, Master Androx. Unless they have the skills I suspect they have, they're going to bounce back pretty quickly. But the berserkers who fight me may cut me. ”

"That's good. I don't want you to fight demons anyway. You will be eaten in droves. Your mission is to find the soldiers with their heads on their saddles and steal them. Some are tied, so steal the knife first. Unless you have nothing to do, don't waste time fighting them, and don't fight the king or his demons. Got it?"

She nodded, clenching her fists. It might be fun to be a different woman, but Deanna might be the only one who can punch a man without hurting herself. Or Aguna, now he remembers. O gods, how could he let the two of them live together? For Gabby, who can hurt him just by sweetly waving his eyelashes?

He refocused his attention on the matter at hand. In the name of the Godfather, this plan is crazy. Well, the plan couldn't be better; It's the kind of attempt that is crazy. He cursed his honor because he had always put himself in such a situation. How lucky a man is to have nothing.

Anchors watched as the demons were more clearly divided into his assigned group. The rope workers are tying loops of rope to their belts with fine hemp rope, and the knots can be quickly untied to loosen the rope. Everyone looked like they had brought at least three with them, and Anchors was curious to see how many tents would be blown away by the wind right now.

The archers seem to divide all the arrows evenly in groups of three. It's a good idea. They can't just be as indiscriminate as ordinary archers. Hopefully they'll be smart enough to find their target, three people to deal with a crazy demon, and have enough skills to fight them.

The rest of the warriors sharpened their knives or did other similar chores. Some people steal the chain mail of the aliens from the corpses and put them on, but it doesn't seem that many of them have thought of putting on the thick clothes inside. This may not matter though – it may be harder to pierce if it hangs loosely. Only about one in five had a shield, and none of them were big enough to fight properly. Shield-armed soldiers use shorter, one-handed swords or axes, which are common among barbarian armies. However, no one from the Glorious Legion would be happy to hide behind such a small shield.

If these people were old Phiria, especially experienced Dikayas, perhaps he could command the infantry himself, give orders loudly, relying on their discipline to react immediately. He has no such illusions here, though. Even if they had the discipline of immediate obedience, he had no reason to think that they did, and they would not have known the order. And all the maneuvers could not be carried out without proper shields. No, all he can do is point them in the right direction, give them clear instructions, and pray for the best. It's a shame, though. If he could have tried other methods, such as taking a few hundred hoplites to block the pass, giving the king an impregnable wall of bronze and muscle, and crushing his army, the battle would have been much cleaner.

The only hope that gave him was that these demons could spend their entire lives fighting, attacking and repelling attacks, stealing and reclaiming slaves. No one seems unsure about their weapons or missions. They don't die easily.

Not long after the last woman disappeared into the woods to the north, the wolf sca

And came back. He circled for a moment, a fingertip in his mouth, and watched the men prepare. When he figured out their intentions and was satisfied, he floated over to Anchors and sat down on his shoulder with a thud.

"Hi, Dad." Wolf sca

Say. "Most of the army is here now, in the forest. They form a shape around us, like a cup. ”

"Have they all passed the gate?" It was faster than he expected. He's been looking at the preparation for an hour, right? Hopefully, a group of them tripped over the horses while trying to climb the unstable mountainside.

"No, I didn't say it all. I'm talking about most of it. "Wolf sca

Say, sounds a little annoying. "The king is in the middle, and he has a bunch of terrible guys around him. He has to constantly say something to them because they always want to do something else. ”

"Terrible demons?"

"Yes. There are other things. More came up in the mountains, and some in the forest. But they don't like these men, so they don't want to get close. But some people do it anyway. ”

"What else?" Something like an ogre? Something like that?"

"No, there are no ogres. I forgot what ogres were for. I'll have to ask one. You can't see them anyway. ”

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Okles had an urge to massage his temples. "Well, so you say something else, by something we shouldn't see, but the king made them serve him?" So we can see them. I've been fighting them for days. Remember?"

"Oh. Yes. Etcetera. Not a word. ”

"Spirit? Fairy?"

"Nope. Genies are different, and Genies are just one of a kind. It's hard to explain it now. Instead, I want to tell you something. What I want to say is that Gabi, Agun, Flower, Pepper, and all the women and children hurried up the hill as you said. Some of them have already run there, they have all their weapons, like this. ”A

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Okles couldn't see the fairy sitting on his shoulder, but he could imagine.

"Good. Go and tell them to be ready for "something else." The king would send an army to attack the men first, not the women. ”

"Okay. By the way, the bad guys are coming now. "They're starting to get closer." As he spoke, he patted A

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Okles' cheeks flew to the treetops.

How much arc can a king draw with 50,000 men? Or even twenty thousand? There are too many factors. How close they ride, how deep their ranks are, and so on. But if Androcles was in charge, he would only strengthen the reinforcements on both sides so that they were surrounded, not enough to launch an attack. He puts most of the men at the top of the arc and then presses it down towards his enemies, increasing their ranks as the arc advances, rather than trying to tighten it up from all directions at the same time. This is very difficult to do without being able to see the entire battlefield.

God's will, so did the king. What a mess. It was too late to strategize further.

The sun seems to be getting a little darker, and the shadows are getting deeper. A sick feeling crept into his heart, and once he realized it was there, he knew exactly what it was – the king's demon had appeared. Well, that's it. It's time.

"Remember," he shouted, "don't get too close to me!" Take twenty steps back, and if you can still hit the target, you can take a few more steps back. ”

He paused, looking around. They're ready. The expression is serious, the spirit is concentrated, and he doesn't say a word. All the doubts he had seen before were replaced by discipline. Good. He raised his spear and shouted, "The king is here." Go to war, guys! War!"

They also responded to his battle cry with a sudden and violent roar. It flew past him like a wall. Then came the second, the third, longer, louder, the sound of the weapon raised.

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Okles didn't wait for them to finish. He stepped forward and quickly made his way through the crowd, spear on his shoulder and his back straight. He walked out of the rest of the camp, which was worse off than when he first arrived, and he walked into the woods to the south towards the raging demons, the evil of whom he felt more and more intensely.

The archers and the lanyard men followed, their expressions serious and focused. Their relationship was a little closer than he had hoped, but they would sort it out on their own. He had to be gentle at first so they had time to back off.

Fifty paces out of the camp, the first attack came. A raging demon rushed at him like lightning. He ran almost like an animal, horns forward, claws tearing at the ground to propel him forward. He must have broken free from the king's shackles and rushed forward alone. Unwise.

An arrow whizzed by, and the demon turned slightly sideways, dodging it effortlessly.

Androcles judged the distance, judged the time, raised the spear above his head, and raised the hilt close to the tip of the spear. Three, two,

He stepped forward and swung the blunt end of his spear like a hammer. The demon chased it away, but Androx was ready, and he reached out with his free hand to grab the demon's horn. He pushed the furious beast to the ground, still walking forward, and then rolled over and hugged it there.

It was only then that Andax unleashed his wrath. Before the unusually strong, wriggling thing beneath him could reach anywhere before the fury scorched the air. Androx mentally focused it downward, and a moment later, the demon screamed and whipped it. The thing's eyes were blown open by the heat, and the fire began to roast him from the inside out.

Androcles rolled up and caught the demon with his spear before he could stand up. He unleashed more rage, staring at his spear with hatred. A moment later, the berserker erupted in dazzling white flames. His screams stopped, replaced by crackling and sizzling sounds. As usual, the intense flames that licked Anchors' ankles didn't touch him.

He turned around and saw Natuk's men and was pleased to find that most of them had stayed long enough to retreat to a safe distance. They even wisely dragged one or two people who fell. They stared at him, their mouths open, their eyes wide open. He did not immediately reduce his murderous intent. Instead, he let it boil and burn, creating a heat wave in the air around him. The ground was dry and cracked, and the nearest pine trees were beginning to crack and smoke.

"Rejoice, I'm fighting for you today, not against you! Come on, let's go kill a king!"

He didn't have to go far. Less than fifty paces away, dozens of figures appeared in the dappled afternoon sun under the pine trees. A

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Okles' instincts told him that there were many more monsters behind him that he couldn't see, and there were impossibly many of them.

The king came and led his army to drive away the remaining demons. They hissed and roared, clearly annoyed by being dragged behind. He could sense their morbidity and malice from here, and from the way they paced from side to side, they were eager to move, but could not or were unwilling to rush forward like the first man. They moved so irregularly that he couldn't get the exact number, but it was certainly more than 20. Most likely all the remainders. Maybe one or two people were sent around to cause trouble, but it was too late for him to find out.

The king was clearly one of his people, but he stood out like a polished stone on the road. He rode calmly and gracefully on a black horse with a golden halter. He wore a delicately silver iron helmet on his head, flanked by a pair of white wings. He had a chain shirt and a necklace encrusted with gold and precious stones hanging from his chest. His bulky two-handed sword slung over one shoulder. He stared intently ahead, ready to attack his prey. Every inch of land is a king, noble and perfect.

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Okles suppressed most of his killing intent and calmed his mind. The demons will gather together to form an unstoppable force that will end the battle early. Maybe they will come even sooner than any other power. His best chance is to grab as many of them as he can at a time. Let them come. Let them think that he is soft and mature. Andlox's face crumpled, unable to contain his hatred.

The king's gaze met him, and then it was time to begin the death work.

As the king raised his great sword and pointed forward, Androcles strode forward. It is not the devil who walks ahead; Instead, a thousand cavalrymen rushed from all sides, with javelins, spears and swords in their hands.

Their cries were deafening and familiar. He had heard this sentence hundreds of times, and he had felt hundreds of times when the enemy's collective killing intent was approaching him. He let the sound ring in his ears and shook his muscles. The songs it plays energize him. Let them come. He's going to kill them all.

Andrew stepped forward to meet them. The first knight approached, and Andelos saw that his eyes were blue, and then an arrow shot him in the mouth, piercing him in the brain. Another 20 arrows were fired, each of which found its target, but most of them did not do much damage. Chain shirts don't make it that far.

Androcles swung a javelin with his spear, then a sword, and then the swooping horse was immobile. He glanced at the king's demons again, all of them watching intently, baring their teeth and preparing their claws, but still waiting.

This is the end of the plan. He'd have to kill the Alienians first, he's running out of time. He gathered his killing intent and drove it out, letting it burst out of him with a thunderous thunder that stung the sleeping trees.

A hundred lives were strangled at the same time. The men and horses within twenty or so steps were dead, most on the spot, some shortly after. Farther away, more people were knocked to the ground or turned and fled in blind fear. Andlox's wrath even affected the Riders, who stopped their endless salivation and ranting and treated him with renewed vigilance.

Only the king stood still, like a rock in a sea of flesh and blood. He stared down from his horse, his mind and gaze focused. He sent another signal.

A hundred javelins flew into the air from behind the fallen cavalry and horses. There was no way he could dodge, and Anchors only had a few seconds to react. He hid in the lap of a dead horse and pulled a dead man on his body.

He listened to the javelin rumble into the dirt and flesh around him, and as soon as the gunfire stopped, he tossed the body aside and jumped.

A winged cavalry galloped on horses, severed heads bouncing on their legs and saddles. This time it's witchcraft. Hard kills.

Androcles resisted the thought of killing and looked back. The good demon was still quite far away, fifty paces or more, but the rope man saw the severed head and ran over.

Deanna walked ahead of them, her muscular legs covering the distance in four incredibly long steps. With a thud, she stopped beside him, and somehow she found herself standing on a piece of dirt instead of a corpse.

"Help those who pull the rope," he said. Don't be cornered. Let's go. ”

She nodded, jumped forward, and took the steps of two giants, and she came to the feet of a horse, which stood upright so as not to run into her. She jumped high and punched the rider in the face, but it slipped away without hurting the rider. His severed head protected him.

Deanna's surprise did not break her self-discipline. Maybe she even expected this. She recovered immediately, slapped his sword away with the palm of her hand, and grabbed the severed head hanging from the rope tied to the corner of the saddle. She jerked, but they didn't come out free.

The knight swung his sword at her face, but Deanna raised her forearm to block it. The blow bounced off her and didn't hurt, but the scene still made Androx's sick.

Before Androx could call out a warning, the other rider swung a two-handed sword at the back of her neck, but somehow she saw it, quickly crouched down and tightened her headband. The tip of the sword hooked the thin rope, made a cut, and with a sharp pull, the rope broke.

She threw her head behind her, caught the second swing of her two-handed sword in mid-air, and drew the sword out as well, leaving only the bare skin on her fingers. The man did not want to be pulled off the horse, so she let go, and threw the horse into the oncoming herd.

Andlos was right behind her. He blocked a sword with a spear and grabbed a group of heads with his other hand. He pulled, but they were tied together like everyone else. So he literally ripped the whole saddle off, even the rider. The knight struggled to break free of his legs and fled in a hurry, and Anchors threw the saddle over his head like a sling and let it fly.

It only takes a brief kill to knock them unconscious, then a quick spear to the throat that ends the lives of both of them. The horses fled into the oncoming cavalry wing, breaking several horses and slowing them down.

The good demon came to him and prepared the lasso. They act separately to make room for themselves. No more killing intent. Well, that's it. They have gone into the depths of the battle.

Androcles picked up his spear in both hands, ready to meet the charge of the next rider. He aimed the gun at the man's chest, and the fool ran straight to the tip of the spear, an invulnerable smile on his greasy face. Of course, it didn't go through, and if it didn't have magic, it probably wouldn't have been able to wear chain mail either.

But that's not the crux of the matter, and Anchors cheered up and knocked the poor idiot out of the saddle. The horse kept moving, but Androcles spun his spear and gave it an encouraging slap in the face, and it jumped forward and fled, his severed head still tied to the saddle.

The soldier bravely struggled to stand up and was almost trampled to death. Androcles stepped forward with a spear and was stabbed with a javelin, then again. He stabbed him, but the man caught the dagger thrown at him and dodged it just in time. Three men on horseback and one on foot raised their weapons and prepared to attack at the same time.

But the servant did not see Deanna running from behind, and kicked Deanna in the back of the neck, knocking him down. A

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The person pulling the rope has appeared. To Andlox's surprise, they put the lasso on the horse's leg instead of the rider.

Almost simultaneously, at least ten horses fell to the ground with their front or hind legs lassoed. Even just grabbing one hoof was enough to make the beast trip and slow down its movements, which created an opportunity for one or two of the three men to steal the head from the saddle, or press the rider to the ground, or otherwise intervene.

Not far away, a group of Darkmen were almost knocked down by two elites who came to the rescue. One of the demons of Natak folded the rope twice and used it to block the slashing of a sword, but another knight lifted his horse's back and slammed at them with his front legs.

The demon who had lassoed the first horse was just a few inches away from rolling away. He stood up, faster than an acrobat, and his brother grabbed his hands and let him stand on his feet. He jumped up, hugged the rider tightly, and drove him off the saddle. The third demon jumped on the horse and wrapped one end of the rope around a saddle horn. He kicked his horse and dragged a hapless alien by the neck. A

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Okles didn't see them put the noose on.

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Okles looked back at the king, who was only sixty or seventy paces away. The great alien looked back at him, his face solemn and expressionless at such a distance. The demon chariot crouched on the ground in front of him, clawing at the dirt and sucking blood, baring its shark-like teeth.

The king raised his sword again and waved it, but Anchors did not recognize his gesture. All the elites, with only a slight reduction in number, turned their horses' heads and galloped towards the king. At the same time, hundreds of regular cavalrymen let out a bloodthirsty cry and kicked their horses.

Andex turned and shouted, "Stand back!" Be right back! And waved his hand to signal the person pulling the rope to retreat. Once again, they showed surprising discipline, spun quickly and ran back, only the sharp claws kept them from falling into the mud.

Deanna had already rushed forward to meet the charge. Four glittering swords bounced off her bare skin as if they had been slammed into stone. She threw another punch and jumped up, one punch that broke the man's jaw and the bones behind it. He fell backwards and fell to the ground like a sack of broken grain.

Andex shouted, "Deanna, go away!" With a spear in both hands, he stabbed forward and shot one of the riders in the armpit. He walked in, turned and dragged the man off his horse, and threw him in the face of a visitor.

"I'm fine! Go for it!" Deanna shouted.

Very good. He unleashed his killing intent, which was a little stronger than he wanted due to his heartbeat and the urgency of the fight. His fury burned forward, shattering the charge and throwing it back as he went, killing more people than he could count. Under the pressure of his anger, their lives were extinguished like many lonely candles.

Deanna's soul stood on the battlefield of his wrath, like an iron pillar cutting through the waves. He could only feel the slightest bend in it, but he didn't have time to ponder. He felt it before he saw the javelin.

Dozens, maybe hundreds, flew from the fallen ones, but most were thrown too far, too far away, except for those who were close to Deanna. She walked among them, as she walked through two frail old men in the market.

Androcles knocked the javelin away with his spear and stepped forward. Another group rushed in, sword raised, trying to get close to him before they fell. Some of them have a brighter light of life than others and go further before being overcome.

No one even approached. Those who were too far away to die fell from their horses, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, and many who were further away panicked and disturbed those behind.

20 elites rode out of the failed charge and closed ranks and rode closer to prevent him from catching one at a time. He rushed behind the tree to break them up. But when they came closer, they spread out again, forming him in a perfect circle.

Twenty or so wizards worked together and dismounted, weapons in hand, trusting that the horses would be close enough to them to let their heads protect them. Androcles quickly rushed into a car and broke out of the trap, but the nearest soldier came to his aid, and Androcles was blocked by the muzzles of four javelins.

He swung his spear to repel enemy attacks, and then swung his spear to scare them back, once, twice. The man on the left blocked him with his round shield, sending Angelus' third attack above their heads.

Time slowed down, and Andlos' attention was sharper than a razor. He had no superfluous thoughts, no superfluous movements, no superfluous breaths to fend off their attacks. He flicked the tip of his spear a few inches in one direction, punched a man in the wrist, then flicked a few inches in the other direction and aimed the javelin at the ground. He turned his heels and shoulders as he dodged both swords at the same time, getting so close that he nearly shaved off his nipples.

He tapped the handle of the javelin with the knuckles of one hand, and the tip of the gun grazed his shoulder without piercing his arm. With his other hand, he grabbed a slashed sword from the hilt of the spear.

Time and time again, Andlox got away with it, trained reflexes and decades of war - the only thing he survived. He walked faster than he thought, and his hands and feet seemed to dance spontaneously.

Then, for a split second, he went too far when he tried to grab a man's hand and pull him into a knife. A

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Okles' broken ribs spasmed, making him cringe, and that was the whole thing that prevented him from leaving in time. A javelin pierced his left calf, stabbing in and out before he could feel it. He stepped to dodge the next one, but his legs didn't move as fast as he needed to.

Before Andlos could see clearly, he could already sense the attack piercing his killing intent. They came from several directions at once - the aliens found their opportunity. He doubled down on his killing intent and burned like a flame in a final effort, knocking back five swords.

But it didn't work out. He had two severe wounds on his right forearm, one on his shoulder and one near his knee, and the other stabbed to the back of his thigh, a palm's distance below his hip. The attack came too quickly and too hastily to end the fight, but these wounds would slow him down even further.

In retaliation, he slammed his spear forward, stabbing a man in the throat as he raised his sword to slash again. The tip of the spear was supposed to pierce his spine directly, but it just knocked him backwards.

However, a red streak appeared on the man's throat. He wanted to shout loudly, but it came out of a screeching sound. Reaching for his throat, his fingers turned red. His face was pale, and he turned to see that his horse was still there, only three or four paces away from him.

The others slowed down, stopped, their faith shaken.

Spear. In the king's hall, when they were dueling, the spear also barely cut the king. Maybe there's hope.

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Okles roared, stabbing after stab, each time only the length of a fingertip. His murderous intent caused the air to burst and the ground cracked. The air hissed under pressure, and the nearest tree burst, leaving debris everywhere.

Deanna walked from behind. He didn't even look back - he could feel her presence. She patted the horse's buttocks, then patted again, and then patted again. The beasts jumped forward a few steps and left the riders.

But that's enough. The severed heads of those men were now too far away from them to protect them, and they were burned to ashes like papyrus.

Androx's ecstasy manifested itself in more intense anger. Blood droplets turned into puffs of smoke in midair. He stabbed again, and this time, he could feel his power flow from his hand into his spear, moving naturally as if it were part of his body.

He stabbed the man again, stabbed the tree, pierced his shirt and his flesh.

The place where the tree had cracked before was ignited, and soon the whole tree was burning, bright and hot, and the flames reached into the sky. A

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Okles drew his spear just in time, causing the remaining horses to panic and flee in front of the flames. The elites tried to catch up with them, but they were too slow and died after only a few steps.

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Okles turned to face the king and his demons. The man's demeanor seemed less certain now, perhaps out of anger, perhaps hesitation. I can't see it from here. But behind him, dozens of horsemen clung to the reins and retreated. The two men looked at each other for a moment, his killing intent scorching the ground, and the flames behind him grew louder.

The king is reconsidering his choice, Androxes guessed. Maybe wondering if it was time to risk his precious berserker, or if there was something cheaper to try first.

Androcles considered rushing forward and decided on his next move, but he didn't dare to act hastily. Natuk's demons will follow him, and a flank action may wipe them out.

At the edge of his consciousness, something was tickling. Something moved back and forth overhead, right at the feather-thin end of his killing intent.

That's the wolf sca

, is hovering rapidly, as if there is some urgent news.