After the reappearance of the Death Hurricane Knights under the leadership of the Centaur King Mohandesen.

The whole wilderness plain came alive.

Centaur tribes of all sizes, elite warriors responded to the king's call, bringing weapons, food and dry food, or going out alone or in groups, but the purpose of all centaur warriors was to follow the king.

Among them, the older centaur warriors looked determined and fanatical, and the hoof prints of their hoofs that had been buried in their memories made their hooves become hotter and hotter, as if they were on fire all over, even if the final destination of this battle was death, and there was no hesitation.

And the young, the new generation of centaur warriors, who have listened to the glorious deeds of the great leader of the Murhandesen in the mouths of their fathers, and are full of admiration for the power and pride of this king, these young men are not as fanatically loyal as the old ones, but the young hearts are as fearless as the blood.

In just three days, there were more than 800 followers behind him, and the profession practiced by these centaur warriors was the Hurricane Rider, a class that had been passed down from generation to generation and belonged to the centaur group.

Every hurricane rider has the strength of an intermediate professional at the very least, and his arms can easily tear apart tigers, leopards, beasts, and more than ten tons of hard rock will be smashed alive without being hurt, and the power of the hurricane makes them even faster than a phantom, coming and going like the wind!

More than forty years ago, these hurricane centaur warriors were the existence that terrified all monsters and monsters in this wasteland, even if it was a human army, they had to be honest here.

However, this time is different from the past, the originally decaying kingdom of Albit has been revitalized, and the national strength of the originally weak Principality of Cass is also thriving, while the centaurs are limited by geographical location and race, and almost all aspects of commerce, professional knowledge, weapon forging, cultivation potions, etc., rely on humans, and can only be endlessly sucked by the human side. Over the decades, the number of centaurs has doubled, and the rest of the population is almost the same as before.

If you fall behind, you will naturally be beaten.

.....

"Crush! Crush! Crush! ”

A tsunami-like roar of mountains rang out on the battlefield, and a centaur warrior in leather armor and armed with a rugged greatsword charged like a hurricane.

Opposite them, a thousand-strong order of human knights roared and charged fearlessly.

"May the redbuds bloom forever!"

This is the strongest knight order formed by the Duchy of Cass - the Knights of Bauhinia, they are wearing a full set of gray enchanted armor, the left arm of the armor is tattooed with a blooming Bauhinia flower, and their eyes are cold and ruthless, like steel machines. The mount underneath him is a kind of six-legged giant horse with a gray body, and these six-legged giant horses, which are much stronger than ordinary horses, are also wearing a full set of enchanted armor, and they look majestic and imposing.

In comparison, the Centaur warriors of the Hurricane Knights are as embarrassed as the turtles in the countryside.

However, the external embarrassment cannot hide the fiery heart under the tough body intertwined with blood and bones.

In the stirring slogans of the knights, in the trembling and wailing of the earthquake, the two knights collided together, and the symphony of blood and bones played at this moment!

Behind the two knights, the king of centaurs, Mohamdersen, and the leader of the Bauhinia Knights, Marley, who has the title of 'Knight of Silence', looked at each other several kilometers apart. The former's blue pupils are full of tyranny, while the latter's gray pupils are only indifferent and dead.

The two sides looked at each other, tacitly bypassed the battle range between the knights, and then advanced, ran, and sprinted towards each other!

The dark cyan tornado's fighting energy surged out from the body of the Centaur King Mohamdersen, and the distance of several kilometers approached in the blink of an eye, and the speed was terrifying!

'Lonely Knight' Ma Lei, his body and mount burst out at the same time gray, full of dead silence of the strong fighting spirit, rushing all the way through the grass and the earth withered and withered, and the life was extinct.

Boom~Woo~!

The collision of guns and swords, so loud that it almost lost its voice, spread through the four fields.

With the two of them as the center, the land within a radius of 100 meters rolled like an earth dragon, and countless cracks spread. Under the confrontation of the two violent fighting spirits, a huge circular pit appeared under the body where their mounts stood.

Rumble!

Qiang~!

The two sides fought fiercely in close quarters for more than ten seconds, engaging more than a thousand times, and then each of them retreated violently.

The king of centaurs, Mohamdesen, stood on top of a boulder that rolled out of the ground, looking at Ma Lei, who was panting for breath hundreds of meters away, and his muscles trembled slightly, and exclaimed,

"You are worthy of being a human who can play the title of knight of solitude, and I, Mohandesen, approve of you!" As he spoke, Murhandsen's tone suddenly changed, and he said coldly,

"But you're going to have to die here today."

Qingmengmeng's fighting spirit escaped from Mo Handesen's body, and he raised the wide giant sword more than two meters long in his hand, and the terrifying condensed hurricane fighting spirit shrouded the giant sword, and with a buzz, the piercing green light burst out.

On another look, Mohandsen had disappeared in place.

Ma Lei noticed this scene in advance, and his dead eyes showed sincere admiration.

"Such a terrible hurricane fighting spirit, it is estimated that it is not far from the legend.... I'm not as good as you.... Pity. ”

With a hint of regret in his eyes, the gray black light in Mare flashed in his arms, and a small gray light shot at the rushing Mohamdersen at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch.

Faced with this unremarkable gray light, Murhandesen only felt creepy all over, and a mortal intuition hung over him.

"Can't hide." After realizing this, Mohamdsen's mood calmed down at the moment. Time seemed to slow down several times in his eyes.

Mohandessen, who has been stuck in the threshold of the legend for 20 years and has been looking for a way forward, suddenly realized a trace of the true meaning of the legend at this moment.

'Slow'.

"That's what it looks like." Murhandsen suddenly realized that the so-called true meaning of legend, what each legendary powerhouse has comprehended is different, and they are all unique and unique. For example, the legendary powerhouses who cultivate the fire system may comprehend 'bursting', 'burning', and 'high temperature', which are the root characteristics of fire, but the root characteristics of each fire make the legendary powerhouses of the fire system comprehend some subtle differences.

What Mohamdersen realized at this moment was the 'slowness' of the wind.

When the wind calms down, the world seems to slow down.

When Murhandsen looked at the small gray line that was difficult to catch again, he found that he could clearly perceive its movement at this moment, and even the aura of silence it emitted was clearly visible.