"Dare to say that you have nothing to fear. ”

"I have never met them on the battlefield. ”

"I have gone through thousands of battlefields, but I have not seen a single person who can come out of the other. ”

"I lead a million warriors, and they are all afraid to move forward when they hear their name. ”

"He was dressed in silver armor and a bright red cloak. ”

"The dragon of the far north blessed him with his wings. ”

"The sword he holds is made of keel, and it can bear thousands of catties of great strength without breaking. ”

"His sword slashes everything. ”

"Named. ”

"Kramer. ”

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Familiar snow.

Familiar cold.

Familiar movements.

Familiar enemies.

It's a long time ago, but every time I remember it, it's unforgettable as if it was only yesterday.

"Otuz!" Ornor's spells don't require a wand, and even spells are extremely short-lived. With a single lift of her hand, a huge storm would shoot out at high speed, shattering the fragile undead.

"Don't get too close to the ghouls who are too big, speed is our advantage, hurry up and join up with the friendly forces in front of us!" Minna commanded her archers in a loud voice, the longbow that had consumed many arrows in the previous battle had to be used sparingly, but fortunately most of the young men of Avenella were trained and were equally familiar with fighting with one-handed swords on horseback.

Contrary to what many people think, the sword used on horseback is not really flashy. It's more like riding a spear, just holding it flat and pointing the blade or the tip of the sword in front of you.

The kinetic energy brought by the galloping of hundreds of kilograms of war horses far exceeds the limit of human arm strength, which is also the biggest difference between cavalry and infantry. Fighting on horseback does not have as many flips as foot combat, and is more focused on maintaining the balance of the whole person during the horse's running, and making a good posture to ensure that the horse does not fall off due to the reaction force when hitting the target.

Whether or not you can maintain a good balance on horseback can determine whether you are a cavalry or an infantry who simply uses horses as a means of movement.

The difference in combat effectiveness between the two was vast, and even a light cavalry as light as Avenella's longbowman, using a one-handed sword no more than a meter long, and thrusting at the high-speed charge of a warhorse of several hundred kilograms, was still enough to pierce the ghoul's tough crust and make them wail.

They maintain an astonishing high speed, but this speed cannot be achieved without strong backup.

The snow was flying, and the thick snow on the ground was cut straight under the impact of the violent air current, so that they did not need to be hindered by the snow.

A clever elven mage, he is adept at timing his teammates to support them.

The magic "Otuz" used by Horno would mean "impact" if translated into human language. It's not a single low-level spell that attacks when the spell ends, but a high-level air-based magic. The airflow is first compressed to the extreme and only then released in one direction.

This is also the body of the whirlwind that hovers around the elves.

It is too complex for human mages to master, and even among elves there are only a handful of them that can be used with such dexterity.

The condensed compressed air currents shot out in a split second, enough to dissipate the loosely structured undead. It is also very useful when clearing snow to clear the way for cavalry, but it must be timed correctly.

Orno's magical prowess far surpassed that of humans, but he was unable to cover an entire vast battlefield. Power and coverage are one thing, but this magic has its drawbacks, it blasts the snow away, and it doesn't make them disappear out of thin air.

If the timing is not right, half a point slower, then the goal of clearing snow will not be achieved. If it is too fast, the falling snow will fall again to obscure the view of the cavalry.

The elven magician who no longer hides his strength and is in full swing, his blonde hair flies up and down like a spiritual snake's head, which makes the people around him tremble.

Despite the hatred, the Imperial knights and mercenaries who originally wanted to add swords to her began to feel chills down their spines at this moment because of this drastic difference in combat effectiveness, but fortunately they were stopped by the interference of Henry and Constantine.

The team of nearly 100 people split into two halves and marched forward in a V-shape. The handful of Imperial knights on horseback and the Avenella were on the right, led by Minna and Mikhail, with the goal of joining the Knights of Independence and the Royal Mage.

On the other side, our Sage Sage led by Mira and Constantine headed by the Knights of the Independent Order, marched towards the gap between the central battlefield and the left flank where the Knights of the Independent Order was located, intending to bypass the meat grinder in the center of the melee of thousands of people, the purpose of which was to find the command staff and control the situation.

In a battle of this magnitude, the combat effectiveness of an individual can play very little role.

Even if you're Henry.

Those who thought that they could stabilize the situation by going into battle on their own often had no idea how many people were numerous, and there were 6,000 knights, infantry, and mercenaries fighting in the central battlefield, not to mention the wounded but still alive. Just standing there is enough for these people to cover a huge area, and the number of people alone is enough to make you feel your own insignificance.

The men pressed the people, the knights' helmets were decorated with feathers, the shouts of people were screaming, the horses were screaming and neighing, and the heat emitted by the gathering was so great that even the snow melted into water, which made the horses' hooves and boots slippery, and it was even more difficult for people to stand, and many mercenaries who were not well protected even fell under such circumstances, cutting their heads and bleeding on the ground full of sharp weapons and armor.

It's a complete mess, and trying to put order back in your hands by force is like trying to pull away a pool of water with your hands – you've just put this side back in order, take a step forward, and you'll be in chaos again.

Eventually, at some point, you'll become a member of the chaos yourself, and all you can do is slash down as many enemies as you can until they become fewer and fewer until they finally end.

Caught in this kind of entanglement, the battle becomes a war of attrition through and through.

And this is precisely the most unfavorable for human beings.

For every time the human army is reduced, it means that the army of the undead has increased.

The only thing that could change all this was to quickly bring down the enemy with a well-ordered corps and a unified coordination, and put an end to the chaos without suffering heavy losses on their own side - and the commander, whom he had never met, was clearly unable to do, and Henry and Constantine were able to come to this conclusion just by the first sight of the battlefield.

Snow that could be cleared to expand the field of view and facilitate movement was left there, not to mention that the army fought hard in an unfavorable environment, and it looked more like it was fighting separately without a unified command.

If the army is unable to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy.

The number of people will become a measure of the degree of confusion.

It's a familiar battle.

Riding his horse at a gallop, Kramer's razor-sharp blade sliced through a ghoul's neck with ease, and Henry galloped away before his twisted fanged head and powerless body twitched and fell back to the ground.

It's a familiar mess.

He looked condescendingly at the chaos of screams, wails, and roars in front of him, in which occasional ghouls prostrate on the ground swooped up, dragging the knights, who were caught in the array of infantry on both sides, from their horses.

How long has passed, Henry has forgotten to count.

This snow, this smell, this sound, this enemy.

Despite the advanced armor and weapons they were equipped with, and despite the fact that many parts of the country were completely different, they still behaved so badly when they faced this unknown and ancient enemy again.

Mixed with the cold air was the smell of moist entrails and blood. The recruits, who couldn't stand it all, fell to their knees and vomited, their legs and feet were weak, and they didn't know what to do.

And those who do so will then join the miserable corpses that make him vomit, silent.

This is the battlefield.

Even more brutal than the battlefield between humans and humans, between the living and the dead.

No matter how flowery the rhetoric is, no matter how much it shouts glory, freedom, nationality and even race. No matter how high the battle rises, or even if it is called a "battle between light and darkness", it will not change the fact that the blood is drenched and the people are dying miserably.

There is no glory here.

Only a cold death.

Only familiar to Henry.

Cold death.

"Whoa!!" the two horses and the knights above were knocked to the ground, and a huge ghoul of great size rushed out of the crowd.

"Ahh

Henry sped up and ran in front of her and stretched out his hand, but before he could pull Mira onto his horse, the giant ghoul swooped down on him. "Tsk-" The sage smacked his tongue and kicked the stirrup decisively, and the moment his calf jumped down, he pulled Mira up and hugged him in his arms, and rolled in the snow several times.

The fur collar of the black warm cloak he had put on was covered with snow, and almost as soon as the two of them left, the thirty-centimeter-long claws of the giant ghoul, weighing more than a ton, stabbed directly into the spine of the slow-reacting war horse with the impact of falling from the sky.

The force of the impact fractured the poor horse's spine and limbs, but thankfully it also killed him before he could feel the pain.

Standing up, Henry held his sword in both hands and pointed it at the giant ghoul that had trampled on the horse's corpse, and Mira shook her head and quickly retrieved the sword she had dropped nearby.

"Don't use it as cover, go find the commander first!" the sage shouted to Konstantin without looking at him, and the knight chief nodded and led the rest of the group towards the huge tent that was obviously the command post.

"It's not hurt. "Henry doesn't look back, he's had dealt with opponents weighing more than a ton, and he even killed a giant dinosaur crocodile in the Ridella wetlands on the south coast.

However, despite their incredible size, reptiles such as crocodiles, which can only attack with their mouths, are actually very easy to deal with if they have the right weapons in the right way.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy. "Resilience is an inherent strength of Mira, and she never cries in the face of pain. The girl stood up with her sword in hand, knowing that she could not fight the monster head-on, so she pulled away and stood behind Henry, ready to meet the other enemies who arrived.

"Step back. The sage shook from side to side, and the ghoul's head swung with his movements. He was sure that the thing was on this side, and he made a quick and decisive decision.

It was located at the edge of the central array, and in order to get to where the command staff was as fast as possible, they chose the shortest route. So at this moment, before the other undead were attracted to it, Henry decided to distance himself.

But it wasn't just the ghouls who were attracted by the movement, as several soldiers shouted that they wanted to get out of the battlefield and run towards them when they saw that there were still living people outside.

“...... Idiot. "Fear is human, but when they rushed to the giant ghoul in blood, it tore them all apart.

"Keep distancing. Henry didn't try to save them, the girl understood that it wasn't her mentor's ruthlessness, that there was no room for hesitation or hesitation on the ever-changing battlefield, and that as a combat professional, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent was the foundation of the foundation.

The moment they rushed into the ghoul vision, they were destined to not survive, so all the two could do was to seize the opportunity that these people had sacrificed in exchange for a longer distance again.

This is a survival guide for adventurers and mercenaries, and even for any combat professional, and grief and mourning can wait until the battle is over. Even if it is a beloved companion who falls, he must gather his mind and cross over to continue the fight.

It's cruel and cold-blooded, but that's common sense in their world. If you can't do it, you may one day use up all your good fortune and become one of the dead.

"Shhh

It was a feeling that was familiar to Henry, and Mira had grown accustomed to it over the years of traveling with him.

This "creature" is very dangerous.

Far more dangerous than the much larger dinosaur crocodile.

Crocodiles are ambush predators that lurk in lakes and rivers to launch surprise attacks. Unknowingly, that bloody jaw with an astonishing bite is terrifying, but when it comes to land and loses the advantage of a surprise attack to face you, the threat is far less than that of other large predators.

The giant ghoul of a ton with fangs and claws, originally in human form, now looks like a baboon magnified many times over.

With incredible stamina, agility and sharp claws, it is not limited to biting with its mouth, but its tough keratinized skin makes it difficult for sharp objects to attack effectively.

Even for Henry, this is a difficult enemy-

That's right.

"Qiang—"

The white-haired Loan girl stood in stride, and though she always thought she was familiar with it, Henry's strength still surprised her.

The sage lowered his sword in a "tail-style" stance, luring the giant ghoul to leap from the spot and pounce on him by pretending to retreat and flee, and then instantly change his stance and shoot his calves like arrows off the string.

A flash.

Stop.

The black cloak swayed slightly, black bodily fluids splattered all over the ground, and he didn't hesitate to distance himself again.

"Here we go again. Henry reminded, and Mira also felt that the faint magic in her body was affected by the fluctuation of magic power.

'These ghouls are in the middle of this battlefield...... Born?'

'No, they're in-'

"Evolution. ”

Orno's voice rang out from the side: "It's like a living thing that has gone through the natural test of generation after generation and finally evolved into an individual who adapts to the current environment. ”

"These things evolve too. ”

"A stronger physique, a thicker epidermis, longer and sharper claws and teeth, more speed. ”

"They're evolving. ”

"To become. ”

"Better killing machines. ”

"Don't leave me. Mira swallowed, and Horno began to condense her magic again.

Henry, in front of the ".......", lowered the tip of his sword, and the tattoos on the surface of his body began to shimmer under the neckline of his thick warm cape.

And it seems to be related to this, those huge giant ghouls have just been born from the flesh, and they all raise their heads and look this way.

"Whew-"

The sage exhaled softly.

"It's like ......"