League of Legends Invades Another World

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In front of the town of Irvingale.

The flames of war seemed to be extinguished, but the allied nobles, who were ready to go, kept enough fuelwood for the war, ready to light the roaring bonfires again.

"So you failed? Baron Barrett!"

Viscount O'Neill quietly looked at the silent town of Ervindale, and said in an indifferent tone, no emotion could be seen in his deep eyes.

Three steps away, after hearing the words, Barrett Barret, who had returned in a state of confusion, had an unwilling look on his face, but in the end, he lowered his head in a decadent manner and said silently, "Yes, I failed."

After the rout, the outcome was already divided, and Barrett's light cavalry suffered heavy losses. The number of people who escaped with him was less than 100, and the number of extraordinary professionals who survived was only 5.

The Barrett light cavalry, once famous in the northern part of the kingdom, is dead in name only!

Perhaps more than that, Barrett thought with a pale face. The failure of the Plains War made him lose the opportunity to go further. Now he is a loser in the eyes of the noble alliance. Even if the war is won, the benefits that he can get will only be a small part.

However, once this war is lost, his baronial title may fall to a lord, or even a court noble.

This is not allowed by him. The title of the noble that he finally obtained through hard work has not yet had time to form an aristocratic family. He is not reconciled.

Looking back, Viscount Onion saw Barrett, whose expression was changing at the moment, with a face full of fear and unwillingness. Just one battle left a haze on the once brave warrior.

"As expected of the elite cavalry who can destroy the iron thorns, it is indeed commendable. Unfortunately, this time will be swallowed up by the tide of war."

Viscount O'Neill was thoughtful, then looked directly at Barrett and said, "The war has just entered the track, and it has not yet reached the end, Barrett, you still have the possibility to change the current situation, don't let I am disappointed!"

After speaking, Viscount O'Neill no longer looked at Baron Barret, and turned to look at the knight beside him.

"Bennett, go and inform our other partners that it's time for the real battle, and the town of Ervindale can be enjoyed as a dessert after the victory."

"Yes!" Bennett waved his hand, and dozens of Craigie heavy cavalry disappeared into the night, galloping to different directions.

With the order of Viscount O'Neill, the noble coalition forces that had already surrounded the town of Erwendale began to shrink their fronts. Except for leaving an infantry of 300 people to defend the enemy who rushed out of the town, all the other soldiers were in Change formations slowly.

Without determining the movement of the cavalry under Modrian behind him, the noble coalition will not launch any further attacks.

For some nobles who have experienced the Great Patriotic War, the heavy cavalry is the king on the plain, and no one wants to try the charge of the heavy cavalry.

What's more, most of the soldiers here are guard soldiers in their fief territory. Once heavy losses occur, even if the war is won, it will deeply affect the final income.

......................

The brilliance of dawn opened the night, the sky gradually appeared a touch of fish maw color, a faint mist rose, and the green plain was covered with silvery white frost.

The waiting of the noble coalition was not in vain. A dark cavalry team appeared on the plain as if crossing the sky. A white double-edged battle axe was drawn on the red triangular flag fluttering in the wind.

"Hand of Noxus, Darius! What a strange title."

Viscount O'Neill looked at the burly middle-aged man who looked like a lion at the front of the cavalry team, with a ferocious giant axe on his back, and his invisible momentum faintly exuded inexplicable terror.

According to the report of the dark line in the town of Ervindale, Darius' status is second only to the Knights of Mordrian in the Fort Dive, and he has considerable autonomy.

Afterwards, Viscount O'Neill looked at the heavy cavalry team wearing black armor, which was a real top-level cavalry team, even more than the heavy cavalry of the Alan Faro Empire he had seen in the Great Patriotic War. Elite.

Ask yourself, Craigie's heavy cavalry is far inferior, but a war is not determined by a single heavy cavalry, otherwise, what other arms will do.

For the victory of this war, for the concentrated iron ore veins of the Renwall Mountains, and against the heavy cavalry who were good at shock and melee combat, Viscount Onyence was well prepared.

"The stage has been set up, and it's time to start the war." Viscount O'Neill whispered, and the old firm voice sounded at the right time.

"Pass my order, the pikemen step forward, and the archers prepare!"

"Yes!"

The messenger immediately turned and left, and then a loud whistling sound came from the formation of the noble alliance.

"The pikemen come forward, the archers are ready!"

"The pikemen come forward, the archers are ready!"

When the interests of the needs were the same, the nobles in the alliance did not refuse the order of Viscount Onions, and commanded the soldiers under his command to quickly form a battle formation.

The most elite spearmen lined up in front, followed by elite veterans, then new recruits who had not been bathed in the blood of war, and then the archers standing together.

This is the classic formation against heavy cavalry on the continent of Kaladimos, and it is suitable for most situations.

After all, in the face of the charge of heavy cavalry, it is unrealistic to rely on the existence of infantry alone.

Enough to knock any standing infantry to the ground.

The formation of the noble coalition is standing, and the situation of war is about to break out at this moment!

......................

In the southeast corner of the narrow plain, an emerald green thorn flag fluttered gently with the spring breeze, and the light of dawn shone on the quiet camp.

In the center of the camp, there was a huge wild boar on the burning bonfire.

Crunch!

The snow-white sharp chopping knife easily cut off a large piece of hot meat like a flying feather. Immediately, a fat palm stretched out and grabbed the golden meat as if nothing had happened.

"Mmm~ um, very delicious food, Hearst, do you want to try it?" The bald-headed strong man sat casually on the plain, chewing the boar boar chunks in his mouth, the juice overflowed, and the meat smell wafted.

"No need, Lord Palitzer. The scheduled time is almost here, and it's time for us to set off for our destination." On the right side of the bald man, stood a middle-aged man in dark green heavy armor. His face was full of helplessness.

"What's the hurry, I will definitely do what I promised that fellow Alcott. As for the war between the group of nobles, what does it have to do with me?" Palitzer said nonchalantly, and the snow-white chopper flickered again. Fat pig legs, transparent grease dripping on the grass.

"I know their dirty minds, but in the end who takes advantage of whom depends on who their fists are!"

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