Ride and Cut

Accompanied by high-pitched and passionate battle cries, the barbarian warriors poured into Chakesh along the gap in the wall like a tide.

The array of spears carefully erected by the opponent hardly played any role, just like a reed boat trying to stop the flood, it collapsed in an instant.

"End the formation! Form the formation!" The voices of the Griffin Ambition officers were almost hysterical. Everything in front of them seemed like a ridiculous dream, but the screams around their ears reminded them that everything was real.

There are many euphorbia warriors in Griffin Ambition, all of whom are well-trained veterans, and they are proud of how outstanding they have been in previous battles. When singing military songs and launching an attack, the fish monsters in the swamp cannot match, and the ogres in the wilderness retreat three feet. Even in the face of the mighty Khajiit, they burst out with amazing courage!

But at this moment, all the glory disappeared. When the halberds fell on these Pompeii, there was no way to break through the defense, just as they couldn't block the Pompeii's battle axes.

Li Cha took the lead and rushed to the front, swiping the dragon-slaying giant sword violently. There was a crackling sound as if countless sugarcane snapped at the same time, and the front vision was suddenly empty. Stuart's soldiers didn't grow wings, but they got rid of the ground and flew.

This extremely terrifying performance immediately caused a few lucky survivors to throw down their weapons and run away. They were probably a little panicked and ran into a team of swordsmen who had never fought in the rear. The supervisory team was merciless in beheading the deserters, but they couldn't stop the rapidly expanding rout.

"Damn!" The lord looked around. In such a short period of time, the ordinary soldiers were clearly on the verge of collapse, and the remaining officers were more tenacious.

He felt that the performance of these so-called regular troops was not as good as the brown bear roaring back then, but he also knew it was an illusion. The reason for this illusion is probably because the strength of Gaoshanbao has become stronger than before.

For recruits who were lagging behind in equipment and rank, a few months is enough for them to catch up. Once the high-level soldiers of the system have formed a scale, their advantages over ordinary people will be huge to outrageous!

The efforts of the Stuart soldiers were like butter trying to resist a scorching knife. In the end, all he got was despair.

The opponent's most elite Cavaliers reserve team rushed to the rescue, and the one running in the front looked very tender, and might not be an adult yet. But the battlefield is the battlefield, and no one will feel pity for it. Li Cha swung the huge sword in his hand, and before he even had time to leave a last word, he returned to eternal peace with the two comrades in arms behind him.

A total of forty knights can be called a powerful assault force anywhere, but unfortunately the opponents in front of them are far stronger than them.

If ordinary soldiers were slaughtered heartily, then for knights, they were slaughtered carefully.

What is really worth noting is that behind them, a group of shirtless men followed. Their faces are indifferent, muscular like black bears, with different red flowers tattooed on their heads. Especially the weapon in his hand is impressive, the water is as bright red as blood, it looks extremely magnificent, under the sunlight, it looks like a flowing red gemstone.

Their appearance is like some kind of banner or symbol. It seems to have brought new changes to this already one-sided battle.

Even the collapsed Stuart fighters regained their courage when they saw them, and started howling and attacking again. Under the intensive care of the barbarian battle axes and centaur bows and arrows, there were many casualties, but they were still tenacious.

"Blood Knight." Li Cha blew a loud whistle, took a deep breath, and turned on the power surge.

In his eyes, lack of armor on the battlefield could have been equated with mental retardation, and all these blood knights undoubtedly looked mentally retarded.

"Li Cha." The lord swayed the giant sword smartly, and reported his name according to the dueling tradition.

"Death!" The other party was not prepared to abide by this virtue at all, and rushed forward roaring like a wild beast. The red mandala on the top of the head is extremely coquettish and vivid because of its blood.

"I've never heard of such a weird request, but I'll satisfy you." Richard shrugged, when Cervantes approached him. The nearly hundred-pound dragon-slaying giant sword changed from stillness to movement in an instant, turning into a black shadow that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, tearing through the air, and grazing the approacher.

As a blood knight, Cervantes had of course undergone the most rigorous training in martial arts, so he managed to block with his sword in time. The Blood Knight can control the blood in the body to heat up and flow quickly, and with a human body, it can explode stronger than a bull. As one of the best, Cervantes, of course, is even more powerful.

His choice is completely correct, and his configuration is not bad, but if he can't hold it, he can't hold it. Take on the lord of the Alpine Castle, a bull? Save it.

The moment the weapons collided, Li Cha heard a crisp sound like breaking glass. Cervantes' red long sword split inch by inch in an instant, turning into a ball of plasma and splashing on the ground. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back one after another, leaving a series of spider web-like cracks on the stone floor.

"Damn, it's so fierce?" Li Cha saw the undead, and resisted the sword, but he still didn't die. I have to say that he was very shocked, and couldn't help but give the Blood Knight a high look.

Although the guy fell on the ground and couldn't stand up after struggling several times, it was obviously not far from death.

Cervantes turned around and crawled desperately towards his approaching companion, leaving five long bloodstains on the ground with his five fingers. As a blood knight, he felt as if he had lost control over blood. The footsteps behind him were getting closer, and he stretched out his hand and shouted out the word "help\

,"The sound is so sincere that anyone who hears it can't help guessing how much desire for life, how much resentment after swallowing the bitter fruit of failure, and how much regret for underestimating the enemy is reckless. If there is a future, he must be able to learn from the pain and reflect on himself.

It's a pity that the one who arrived first was the demonic swordsman, who first raised the giant sword high and then slammed it down!

The Blood Knight may be able to deal with minor injuries by controlling the blood, but when it is serious enough to be fatal, it is absolutely unable to stop the flow of life from the body.

As a well-deserved master of melee combat, Li Cha could feel the moment the blade touched the opponent's pure physical strength, which was no less than that of hardwood of the same size, and it was indeed difficult for ordinary armor to provide them with effective protection.

"No wonder you dare not wear armor." Li Cha pouted at the blade and blew violently, the blood mist blurred and drifted away. The land under his feet is on the west side of Chakshi. His behavior at this moment makes people suspect that he is paying tribute to the ancient sword master "Ximen Blowing Blood".

Immediately afterwards, the full-scale collision between the Alpine Fort Ripper Brigade and the Blood Knights began.

In the distance, the Skaar Divan is gradually accelerating.

Classes are full today, tomorrow will be the same, Gan