Realm of Power

Digupu sat on the horse's back with a burning sensation, his body rising and falling with the galloping of the warhorse. The wind whistled past his ears, and such a refreshing feeling made him feel as if he was back in the plains of his hometown in Kugit. At that time, he was leading a group of men and horses to hunt sika deer with smooth fur. At that time, he also kept striking with the weapon in his hand, enjoying the smooth pleasure of the knife cutting into the warm flesh.

The scene in front of him was so familiar, the Vikians fled in panic, screaming loudly, and were slowly driven to the river by the Kugit warriors. The Vikians who had lost hope were like those beautiful sika deer, at a loss, with pleading eyes.

For a moment, Digupu was immersed in the pleasure of controlling the life and death of others. He raised his axe and shouted, "No prisoners, no one."

To be honest, there were too many Vigians. More than 2,000 people fled from Vizan and crowded on this small river beach. Even though the lord had already fled across the river with hundreds of knights,

the dense crowds of the remaining 1,000 infantrymen were also numbing. Many Vigians were shirtless and had no weapons in their hands.

Last night, the 2,000 vanguards of the Kugit Left Guard attacked Vizan at night. The great defeat in the dark was like an avalanche that could not be controlled. The fear rolled bigger and bigger, and completely crushed them.

After losing the leadership of the lord, the Vigians finally began to flee.

There was no need to do anything at this moment. The centurion Di Gupu immediately divided his 300 cavalry into ten teams to follow and pursue. In the dark, the Vigians did not know how many Kugit cavalry came, but the knife cut on their bodies was real. Finally, they collapsed completely.

"General, this Vigia's knife is really good!" A soldier handed over a sharp waist knife. He wore an iron helmet that was not proportional to his huge head, probably captured from the Vigia. Because the helmet was too small, his bald forehead was exposed.

"Good helmet." Di Gu waved the battle axe in his hand. The blood-stained axe blade was sharpened by killing, and there were a few blood-stained rags on the axe handle.

"Gusli, throw away your helmet, it's an eyesore. The Vigia have plenty of equipment, and you can have whatever you want."

Gusli smiled, squeezed his horse's belly, and rushed to the crowd in front like the wind. He leaned over, flipped the knife, and chopped the head of a Vigia soldier into the sky.

This young man has finally grown up. Digupu watched him grow taller and taller, and then became an excellent Kugit warrior. He remembered that he had promised this kid that he would reward him with a set of armor after this battle.

It seems that it is no longer needed now. According to the spies, the armor in Vizan City was piled up like a mountain. It used to be the arsenal of the capital Klesdo.

The panicked Vigia defenders had no time to put on armor and fled overnight. Not only were there so many supplies in the city, but all the equipment could be seen along the way.

At the beginning, the cavalrymen stopped their horses and picked them up with great interest, but later, there were too many things and everyone became numb.

Yes, 300 sets of horse armor, 2,000 sets of infantry armor, 1,000 sets of longbows, and 30,000 arrows,

will all become the spoils of the Kugits. When Digupu thought of this, he trembled all over.

Vigia is too rich, and Vigia's soldiers are too weak. How can a child who carries thousands of gold through the busy streets not rob a handful of gold be worthy of the blessing of the Eternal Heaven?

We are eagles soaring above the grassland, and the cowardly Vigians are rabbits running in panic. No matter how fast they run, they will eventually become food in the mouths of our Khergit warriors.

However, a haze suddenly rose from his heart. Just half an hour ago, his hundred-man team drove a group of Vigian fleeing soldiers to a small river.

With no way out in front and pursuers behind, the group of Vigians shouted desperately and jumped into the cold river.

But there was such a big Vigian soldier. He did not follow the fleeing soldiers, but silently jumped out of the crowd, chopped a Khergit knight to the ground with a knife, and tried to take the horse. But when he rode on the warhorse, three long spears pierced the big Vigian at the same time, and he was completely on the horse.

It was strange, this guy didn't shout or scream, just kept waving his waist knife. But how could he reach it?

Amid the laughter of the Khergit knights, the Vigia man was covered in blood, and he used his knife to cut the spear stuck in his body in vain.

"What a warrior!" Di Gupu couldn't stand it anymore, rushed up, and smashed the enemy's head with a mace, ending his life. Warriors should not be insulted, even if they are Vigia.

But the guy's resistance still made Di Gupu feel cold in his heart. There were too many Vigia people. If all of them were as brave as him, there would not be enough Khergit people to kill even if there were more. He remembered the hunting again. After killing the deer, the team encountered a group of bison. More than a hundred bison rushed over like a mountain, and even the brave Khergit warriors trembled. Yes, the Vigia people are like that group of bison. They look gentle and harmless, but if they are really angry, just one charge will be a terrible ending.

This thought became stronger and stronger in his mind, and in the end, he could not stop it.

He took off his helmet and shook his braids, trying to put this unpleasant thought behind him, but a scream woke him up. Looking up, Gusli was shot off his horse by an arrowhead.

On the uphill opposite the chaotic group of defeated troops in front, hundreds of Vigian cavalry wearing black armor suddenly rushed out, formed a small circular formation, and calmly faced Kujit's crazy fast horse.

This hundred-horse Vagian cavalry is very distinctive. They have sharp spears with cold light in their hands, and they carry strangely shaped bows behind their backs. They move forward slowly, and arrows shoot out like a volley of arrows. The Kugits are all light cavalry. Once they are shot, a stream of blood will appear, and they will fall to the ground with a long hiss.

Guthrie was hit by such an arrow. The powerful white short crossbow arrow penetrated his lung. He was not dead for a moment, spitting pink foam from his mouth, leaning against a rock and breathing heavily.

"There are Vaegian knights ahead!" The Kugits began to regroup in panic.

At this time, a scene that Digupu will never forget occurred. Seeing Guthrie leaning on the stone, a strong man with a dark face jumped out from the nearby defeated army, grabbed Guthrie's braid, and stared at Commander Digu with his fiery red eyes burning with hatred. He pounced, with a hint of contempt on his lips, and slowly drew out his sword and gestured at Guthrie's neck, then chopped it off without hesitation.

"No!"

In the light of the fire, Di Gupu shouted angrily, and a thick column of blood appeared in front of his eyes, which looked dazzling and bright in the dark night. That's Guthrie's blood,

From beginning to end, Guthrie did not resist. He just looked at the ferocious enemy in front of him with dull eyes. His eyes were big, wooden, and lifeless until his life disappeared. His headless body twitched and fell to the ground, blood red. The blood gurgled out.

The man lifted Guthrie's head, stood up and showed it to the surrounding troops, and shouted loudly to the surrounding troops: "Long live Virginia, long live Virginia!"

Inspired by the black-faced man, more than a thousand defeated troops who had just fled began to gather, and the formation became thicker and thicker.

Two more Kugits couldn't hold back their horses' hooves for a moment, and ran into the enemy's thick formation. They were greeted by long and cold spear points.

Taking advantage of the time when the defeated army was blocking the Kugits, hundreds of black-armored Vigian cavalry roared and held up their three-meter long spears, like a black lightning bolt, they crashed into the Kugit camp.

Spears clashed with each other, blood spurted out. This team of Vigian cavalry showed their skillful equestrian skills that were not belonging to the Kugits. They were caught off guard. More than ten Kugits were stabbed off their horses, while six of the opponents were dismounted.

The Kugits, who have always loved to pierce through enemy formations, were beaten to the punch this time by this group of mysterious black-armored knights.

The thick-armored Vaegian knight who rushed at the front was the most powerful. He was wearing fine and thick mail armor. The three-meter spear in his hand danced into a ball of black light. The moment the two armies collided, a gun flew out of his hand and killed a Kujit. cavalry stab,

With the help of the close distance between the two horses, the thick-armored knight smoothly pulled out the strange long knife from his waist. The bright snow-like light of the knife slashed across the waist of another Kugit man who passed by, and blood burst out from the cut wound. Open, the Kugit man opened his eyes wide and looked at his lower body in disbelief as he actually ran in front of him.

Such a violent strike in two blows greatly boosted the morale of the defeated Virginia army behind them, and they all cheered loudly.

Crolisat, who passed through the Kugit cavalry, raised the bloody sword in his hand and shouted at the cheering Vigian defeated army:

"I am the captain of Samor's Krolisa team. Samor's 8,000 reinforcements will arrive here soon. Everyone, move closer! Satter holds the flag!"

Hearing his roar, the defeated Vaegians seemed to have found a backbone. The Vaegians who were running around timidly just now all came towards Crolisat.

Among them, the black-faced man who chopped off Guthrie's head ran at the front, and in a blink of an eye, hundreds of people gathered around Crolisate. A pair of eyes burning with the fire of vengeance form the immortal backbone of Virginia.

"Turn around, hurry up, turn around!" Captain Di Gupu who rushed through the formation roared angrily. Di Gupu turned his horse's head and looked at Gusili's headless body falling to the ground not far away, crying with grief and indignation. Call out,

"Kill back, fight back! Everyone join me and attack the enemy directly in front!"

The remaining two hundred Kujit cavalry gathered together again, blowing like the wind like black armored cavalry. Death hit us with the smell of blood, and the collision was hard and sonorous. In the blink of an eye, the two sides collided again like two hundred-meter iron walls.

In the close-range horse battle, the advantage of the long sword of the Samor cavalry was fully displayed. The powerful and heavy slashing made the Kugit scimitars completely unable to withstand it. Many scimitars were cut off with one knife.

This team of Kugits were originally light cavalry. The thick leather armor on their bodies was broken like paper in front of the sword made of fine steel.

The two armies intertwined. Digupu, whose face was covered with blood, was lying on his horse. He was surrounded by the gleaming swords of the black-armored cavalry. This sharp contrast made it difficult for Digupu, who had always been brave and proud, to accept it.

The hand holding the mace was tangled with veins, and the hot breath coming out of his nose was whistling. In the confrontation just now, Di Gupu's right face was wiped by the sword of a light cavalry, and a bloody groove was drawn. Although Di Gupu used his mace to knock the black-armored cavalry off his horse, this could not conceal the defeat of the entire battlefield.

Seeing the hundreds of corpses of his subordinates lying on the ground, Di Gupu was furious and unwilling to give in.

"You're just kidding, we Kugits have the final say on this battlefield, it's not your Vaigians' turn yet!"

During this violent clash between the Kugits and the black-armored cavalry, the fierce wind made it almost impossible to open one's eyes, and the splashing red blood flew like arrows in the wind. Looking out with bloodshot eyes, the red blood was above the strong wind.