Vol 6 Chapter 478

When the last aristocratic knight on the battlefield in front of him was also headed with a sword, those white lion knights kept on nonstop and continued to kill in this direction. The number of opponents is actually not much, but the momentum is extremely amazing. The river beach trembles slightly. The White Lion Guard is a knight under the horse, but when they mount the war horse, they are also the most powerful cavalry of this kingdom.

"Lower ... Spear ..." Matthew felt his voice gone, calculating that he had faced countless skeletons in the first Black Rose war, and he had never been so nervous at this moment. Too.

Because he understood that if he failed in this battle, he would no longer have a chance to regret it.

The rows of spearmen lowered the spears, and then a spell fell from the sky and landed on these inferior spears, causing the rows of spears to flash a lilac light. "With magic!" Matthew was startled and raised his head subconsciously, only to discover that a wizard had actually cast a spell on his team, and this discovery made him very excited. With the blessing of the spell, the spearman can finally threaten the opponent's knight.

Although it may not make him win, but at least it will scare the opponents. If they can bypass him directly and pinch the soft persimmons behind him, it would be better.

At this critical juncture, Matthew couldn't help but have the idea to save his strength.

Unfortunately, this option is not in his hands.

He soon realized in horror that the white lion knights seemed to be dismissive of his adversary formation, and the Tonigel knights rushed to this side without even stopping for a moment.

Matthew even seemed to faintly hear someone give a command: "... speed up, charge!"

It was a calm, but very young male voice.

"Are you crazy!" Matthew almost wanted to yell at these lunatics across from him, but the spearman's threat to the rider still existed. In the normal battle, even the most aggressive approach, the Cavaliers must constantly mobilize the spearmen to adjust the formation, and then die in one hit.

How could there be such a direct head-on?

But he didn't have time to think so much. Because the threat was near, each spearman clenched the spear in his own hand, and Matthew pulled out his sword again.

He understands that success or failure is here.

Fifty meters. Thirty meters, twenty meters

As the noble knight shouted, "Raise the spear", suddenly, his eyes widened in amazement. Because he saw a silver ripple sweeping from those white lion knights, hitting his body. At that moment, Matthew felt only an irresistible force pulling his arm, turning over the long sword clenched in his hand, and a sword pierced his own throat.

"Ah ... hmm ..."

Matthew screamed in vain, trying to pull out the sword, but all he could catch was the gushing blood arrows.

He felt his power was disappearing, and his vision was spinning. He saw the Tonigel's knight rushing away the spearman who was panicked because he had lost his command, knocking the poor people to the ground and trampled dead.

He saw the thin formation wear almost a moment. The soldiers fled in panic, screaming, and crashed into nearby friendly forces.

Matthew closed his eyes in pain, but at the last moment of his life, he saw something across the sky, slipping out of his gradually dim vision.

Finally, the noble knight softly fell down from his saddle.

But the battle on the battlefield has just begun.

Four spells are crossing the sky.

They were four silver wires that traversed the heavens and the earth. They were cast from the hands of the Sazardian wizards and had almost the power to destroy the world.

Four beams swept through the forest, hundreds of hectares of woodland evaporated to ashes, and the spell cut the land like a sharp blade. When they swept across the frozen Alder River and shot at the White Lion Knights, even the river water was cut into four sections, and the ice flow in the river evaporated and rolled, exposing the riverbed full of pebbles.

But Brando watched this scene coldly.

These people dared to cast string magic in front of him. Compared with Xuejie, this level of dragon magic is simply laughable.

He directly pulled out the dissolution. The dark and twisted holy sword looked like a piece of scrap iron, but its curved blade gave birth to the meaning of all rules of judgment.

Expand superior permissions.

Cut into the third-tier tiamat network.

Cut off the source of magic transmission.

A series of actions were completed at the moment Brando waved his sword. The four silver wires were fragmented in mid-air, but this was far from over because the connection between order and space was also cut off. The flying skills of the Sazard wizards also failed, and they fell straight from the air.

And this time, there are no longer magic shields to protect them from harm.

The body of the silver people fell from a height of 100 meters into the ground, and the end result was nothing more than a pile of mud.

"Down! Down!"

"Hurry down, your opponent has a magic trick!"

A little farther from Brando, some of the Sazard witches who had escaped a horror were frightened by this scene, and fled far away. The wizard leader among them sighed and motioned for the others to descend immediately.

Brando held the dark, twisted, weird sword in his hands, and glanced around the sky. In the area where the White Lion Knight was located, he could no longer see a Sazardian wizard dare to stay in the air.

...

"Divine Sword Cut!"

In the airspace in the other direction, a gray or blue robe wizard was gathering. But everyone looked serious, and some of them frowned.

"Edo, Huggins is dead"

"It's the same with De Pana and Carla."

"With Divine Sword Disarm, the other person should be that person."

"He came back and summoned everyone. The Eleu's scout judgement was wrong. The opponent was by no means a swordsman who was good at illusion." A majestic voice sounded, and everyone turned back. Look at the speakers.

The person who spoke was Hollis Finn. He was the second-most respected wizard among the Ssardes, and the leader of the operation.

This is a serious-looking, old-fashioned middle-aged man with two strange snow-white eyebrows on his handsome face. The sharp eyes lurking under the snow-white eyebrows glanced at all the people present, and continued to say: "That is the power of the elements of time and space. It is the closest to the truth below the power of existence, and our opponent is powerful and abnormal He may have been instructed by Tulaman, and I may not be his opponent alone. "

"My lord," the wizards commented, "We don't have to fight alone with him. Since the goal has already appeared, should we notify the other party to enter?"

Hollis nodded. "I do."

As for those unlucky ones who died in Brando's hands, no one mentioned them at this moment.

The death of those apprentices is not a big deal for the Bugatians. Although each of the silver people is noble, the apprentices who die in various experiments every year are no longer a few. Before they can become formal wizards, Even the Bugatians themselves were just cannon fodder.

It's just that the Bugatians have higher requirements for formal wizards than mortals.

There are only those true wizards, which are the most valuable wealth of the Sasard Alliance.

In the wilderness on both banks of the Alder River, the fight between the Tonigels and the Southern Army has just begun.

The sacrifice of two lords in a row finally got enough time for others to react. The whistle sounded. In addition to a few people choosing to retreat for the first time, the various noble army chose to obey the order from the banks of the Old River to Brando and his white lion knights. come.

A spectacle formed on the battlefield. The army on the north side of the Old River is closing together, encircling a tiny point on the battlefield, and in the center of that point, is a weak Tonigel who cannot be weaker. Human cavalry.

"Sir, what shall we do next."

"forward."

"forward?"

Facing the siege in all directions, even those who are bold and unafraid will inevitably retreat. Although the Cavaliers of the White Lion Guard trained by Brando are all Tonigel and even Eruin's best young generation, they can't help feeling the odds in the face of the current situation.

Brando looked back, looking at the Cavalier Captain behind him, who was quite handsome and even a little pretty. He was childish, with freckles on his face, curly hair, and twinkling brown eyes. With an unusually firm light.

"Afraid?"

"Of course not ... just adults ..."

Brando held the annihilation and pointed forward: "The brown bear on the shield is the coat of arms of the Cade family, which is famous for producing widowers. They dare to show their strength before you. I want you to go forward and stab from the front Is it OK to wear those cowardly formations and poke a hole in the siege of the rebels? "

The knights took a deep breath.

There was boiling blood in my heart.

They will fight side by side with the most legendary hero of Eruin. It is only a few simple words, but they feel as if they are invincible.

"Trumpet," Brando began.

The Cavaliers looked back and focused on the young Cavaliers captain. The latter silently unfastened the strap of the white horn from his shoulder and held it up with both hands.

Another low-pitched clarion sounded in the vast field, and the sound resonated hummingly, as if echoing from the north wind, echoing on both sides of the Old River.

The knights loosened their stirrups, retracted their swords and sheathed them, and uniformly released their spears from under the saddle. The magic rune on the white lion's armor was activated at this moment, and the light of magic flashed into a piece.

The war horse began to run quickly and gradually accelerated again.

The ground roared.

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