He was still looking for the leader, so he wandered back and forth at an altitude of about 500 meters, scanning the figure as he connected the cooperation of several large teams.

I have to say that Bruce's mad lion roar is really powerful, unlike Philip's madness, even he doesn't have to stay awake all the time, just wait for the state to recover and then continue to perform.

So far, Bruce has used it three times, and each time it will bring a wave of killing frenzy, and some steppe people who are not physically strong enough will even pass out because of it.

Thousands of people have died directly or indirectly under his trick.

Under the protection of Paul and Miledi, Philip felt that he didn't need to worry about his comfort at all, so let him let go of his hands and feet to vent his frustration for more than ten days.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the gorgeous figure in the crowd below, wrapped in hundreds of elite knights in half-armor, moving towards the rear battlefield.

Zoya of the third regiment was greeted and a round of bows and arrows came to the area, and Philip flew down on Arthur.

Despite wearing metal armor, they were unable to resist the armor-piercing arrows, and hundreds of people were killed and wounded, while the rest of the people were still running north around the gorgeous figure.

Philip vaguely felt that something was wrong, but without thinking too much, a low-altitude glide overturned more than twenty steppe people and came into the crowd.

The combat effectiveness of this group of guards is still very strong, all of them are awakened, and the scimitars in their hands are also very good, enough to cause damage to Philip's armor.

Philip simply turned on his awakening and rushed through the crowd.

He dodged a scimitar sideways, smashed a sneak feather arrow with the small shield on his left arm, grabbed the arm of a steppe man and threw it out, knocking down a group of people.

The broadsword in his hand slashed through the chests of the three steppe men, and they ran forward two more steps, before a large amount of blood gushed out from their chests, and their legs fell to their knees.

At this time, the two speed awakened people grabbed Arthur's mane and tried to climb on horseback, but one was fanned by the unaccustomed Phantom fan, and the other was also pierced by Philip's sword and hung there.

He grabbed the broadsword in vain, trying to take himself off, and a foam of blood came out of his mouth, and Philip flicked it and let him fly.

Although Philip himself was hit by two arrows in the back and slashed in the thigh, it only left two scars on his armor.

If it was an infantry battle, Philip might have to worry about being besieged, but with the unicorn, he was like a tiger with wings and fought his way through the crowd.

Although he is a little sorry for the Natalie girl who has been with him for ten years, Philip is really reluctant to let the unicorn girl fight in such a dense battle formation, how distressed he should be when he is injured.

This kind of rough work is given to Arthur, a pit cargo with thick skin and flesh who can fly, even if he is injured, he is not too distressed, he admits that he is a shameless double standard dog.

A minute later, he made his way through the formation, came to the back of the ornate figure, and slashed at his thigh.

The ornate figure fell to the ground, flipped a few times, and threw off its helmet, revealing a short blue-gray hair common to prairie people.

At this moment, he was wielding the scimitar in his hand viciously, preventing Philip from approaching.

Philip looked at the somewhat simple and resolute face, and suddenly knew what was wrong with the previous feeling.

Let's not talk about whether the steppe man in front of him looks like a nobleman, maybe he is an iron-blooded general, but the surrounding guards have no intention of protecting him, not only did they not protect him, except for rushing up to fight in the front, those in the back strangely converge in the other direction, as if there is something more important to protect.

Philip suddenly understood the strangeness he felt before, that is, when the three javelins of the Maga were covered, these guards did not protect this guy who looked like a leader in three layers like the previous incendiary bombs, but subconsciously ran in another direction.

The gorgeous figure in front of him looks more like a Xibei goods, and his reddish skin does not conform to the identity of the nobles of the grassland people, and the real big fish should be hidden in the crowd not far away.

Philip slapped Arthur twice on the neck, and the silver giant beast, which had formed a certain tacit understanding, waved its wings, fanned the dozen or so steppe people around it, and crashed into the direction indicated by Philip.

If Dang Sen had been more composed, it might have taken a long time for Philip to find him in the middle of nowhere.

If he had been more resolute and sneak away single-handedly, perhaps the final outcome of the whole battle would have been different.

But there are no ifs in life, he has never participated in the great battle thirteen years ago, looking at the strong body of the silver unicorn rampage all the way, looking at the majestic giant-like knight on horseback, his emotions collapsed irrepressibly.

"Stop him, stop him!" he shouted frantically, and as he shouted back, he ran to the rear, and a dozen guards surrounded him, as if they were afraid that others would not know that this was their true master.

"Hah!"

Philip laughed, he didn't expect such a dramatic scene.

The silver unicorn stepped a few times in mid-air, and a flash appeared on Dang Sen's back, and several grassland people in front of him were cut off by the waist, so fast that their upper bodies hit the ground, and their legs were still running a few steps on the ground.

Philip slammed the hilt of his sword against Dangsen's lower back, and despite his struggles, he grabbed him with one hand on the horse's back.

Although it was with the hilt of the sword, the heavy blow easily broke Dang Sen's lumbar vertebrae, and the severe pain made him faint instantly, and an unpleasant smell wafted through the air.

Philip slapped Arthur twice on the back in apology, and then grabbed Dang Sen and flew all the way to the sky.

The guards below shot arrows desperately upward, but they couldn't stop their leader in the slightest, and the heirs of the largest tribe of the southern steppes swayed farther and farther away from them like a piece of stinky meat.

Philip put his broadsword back into its scabbard and pulled out the wooden arrows that he and Arthur had stuck in.

Poor Arthur has not broken his wounds since he followed him, but fortunately, the fur of the silver unicorn is much tougher than the white one, and there is armor on top of the vital points, plus Philip's protection, so most of them are skin wounds.

However, Philip, seeing that he was so diligent and sincere, and the face of the Phantom, decided to say something kind to him in front of Miss Natalie.

Thinking that the phantom will not refuse his son to find a daughter-in-law and give her a grandson.

That's it for this son, there is not much hope, I hope that my grandson can make her worry a little easier.

Far from it.

Philip took off Dangsen's helmet, and his beautiful flaxen hair was indeed the most admired hair color of the steppe people as a symbol of noble blood, and the color of his skin was much lighter.

He didn't look very old, he was in his early thirties, and he was a little handsome, but at the moment his face was full of tears and snot, and there was some vomit hanging from the corners of his mouth and chin, which made him look terrible.

Philip tied him up with the rope he had previously hung from his net, removed the armor from his upper body, and broke off his two arms before throwing him down.

All the steppe people below saw the next scene clearly, and the prince they revered, as handsome and brave as a god, was hung in the air and fluttered in the wind like a beast to the slaughter.

His flaxen-colored hair and satin-smooth shirt stood out in the sun.

Dang Sen woke up, he woke up in pain when his second arm was pinched off, but he would rather not wake up himself, because he didn't have the face to face such a humiliating side.

Below him were his warriors, his people who regarded him as god-like, and this shame in his bones made him forget the pain in his waist and arms, and he almost wished to die immediately.

But the moment he bit his tongue, he flinched and feared.

His self-righteous strength and bravery are as fragile as snowflakes in the sun, and he finally realizes that he is a coward.

Many grassland people stared blankly at the figure in the air, and even stopped what they were doing.

"Lay down your arms and surrender, or I'll cut the rope and make him fall into a ball of meat sauce. Philip shouted.

Immediately he discovered his own stupidity, his standard continental lingua franca was a foreign language in the ears of these ordinary steppe people, and it was completely incomprehensible.

So he said to the Dang Sen below: "Let them surrender, I think you will understand what I mean, right?" ”

Dang Sen hesitated, his heart struggling.

As a grassland royal family, he is highly educated, and he is naturally able to understand the lingua franca of the mainland.

But he didn't know whether he should give the order or not, or what it would do him to do.

He clearly knows that he is finished, what ideals, what beliefs, what future thrones have become a thing of the past, and they have nothing to do with him at all.

Whether he does what the legendary Sky Knight says or not, there is only one end for him, and that is the Wardgo's icy steel blade.

There have never been captives in the age-old hatred of the steppes and the Walders, except for the women who can be used to proclaim their prowess.

And now he can't feel his lower body at all except for the severe pain in his lumbar spine, even if he wants to vent on his concubines, I'm afraid it's just an unattainable dream and joke.

The little shame and blood left in his bones reminded him that it was the most correct choice to cut himself off as soon as possible, or to encourage the warriors to take revenge madly, so that even if he died, he could retain a little honor and enjoy a share of incense in the tribe's hall of eternal life.

But the moment he bit his tongue, he hesitated again.

Just as he was at the battle between heaven and man, suddenly the words of the legendary Sky Knight came from above again.

"I don't know your name, but I think your status must be not low. ”