Shaman from Afar

Along with the roar of the trembling valley, the "white wave" of the war flag fluttering in the sea of ​​hundreds of thousands of carrion demons.

In fact, the reason why the Blood Skeleton Valley became the place chosen by several generations of the emperor's supreme emperors to fight against the invading monster army is because this place can deploy a large army, but it has narrow wings and a central **** It is also not flat.

To put it more simply, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. No matter how many troops can only pass quickly from the gentle **** that is not spacious, if you want to climb up elsewhere, even if there is no defender, you will have to pay a huge price.

Whether it is the army of monsters rushing into the highlands, or the cavalry who are rushing down, they are bearing the "consequences" of making this decision.

Crazy surging, carrion demons climbing the highlands are like a continuous flood; almost every time they climb a gentle slope, they must pay hundreds of carrion demons to break apart, fall off the cliff, or be caught behind The cost of the carrion demon stepping into pieces.

In fact, all the slopes of the Valley of Blood Skeleton, wherever the army of monsters passed by, could not see any ups and downs except the body of the corpse demon and the dead soldier.

Tens of thousands of dead bodies ... Tens of thousands of bones and debris-even the bodies of monsters and carrion demons-piled into mountains, turned into gravel, dust, and filled the gully.

That's right, almost all the places that have been stepped on by the army of monsters are all filled with the body of the carrion demons!

The knights who launched the charge from the high ground are also bearing the price-when the thundering horseshoes step over the unstable snow, the collapse is almost certain.

"boom!"

There was a muffled noise, and immediately after a flag officer holding a high flag, a sudden burst of snow flew beside him, and the figure of the galloping horse was instantly wiped out by the splashing snow from the sight of the cavalry behind him.

There was no sign at all, no response to the screaming for help, a well-armed Bayern knight disappeared on this snowy ground.

"boom!"

Thrilling screams came from behind the cavalry queue-on the collapsed slope, a dozen or so Boyi horse cavalry fell into the collapsed snow, flesh and blood blurred.

Within a few minutes from the start of rushing down the hillside, cavalrymen were continually left behind, screaming one after another. Most of them even had no shadow of the corpse, and were deeply buried in the snow.

Some of them fell into the pit, some were dragged from the mount by the carrion demons on both sides, and some of the horses stumbled and fell all the way from the highlands until they were engulfed by the carrion "ocean" ...

In just a few minutes, the cavalry paid even more casualties than the previous fierce fighting!

And such tragic casualties have signs of continued expansion!

"Don't panic, don't look back--!"

The loud cries of Count Lanmaros sounded in the roar of Tieqi, and no one knew how he could do it: "Follow up, look ahead!"

"You are the Bayern and the Boi! Your ancestors have seen the heroic battle of the Black Duke, and many of you have witnessed our Duke fighting in the Great Green Sea! If you want to be a hero, don't want to be a laughing stock, just keep up. , Keep up with our Duke! "

"Long live Duke of Loren Turin--!"

"Long live Duke of Loren Turin —————— !!!!!!"

The horrified Bayern knights once again shouted that loud and neat cry, summoned the courage, and continued to accelerate down the hillside.

Staring at the white torrent rushing down the hillside, the expression of the eagle king did not fluctuate except for the rigid indifference.

Although he ridiculed the opponent's actions as a "battle of the beast", his instinctive vigilance slowed down the speed of the carrion charge, and gradually began to gather and retreat backwards.

He didn't expect these "toys" that could do nothing but obey simple commands. He could really kill as many cavalry as the Duke. All he needed was to let the dross block the footsteps of those horses.

Even if a wall is made of the debris of their bodies, it must be blocked!

The eagle king's brow trembles slightly.

Even if he refused to admit it, he knew he was nervous and afraid.

In the battle against the terrible void, when crossing the misty sea of ​​icebergs, and rushing to the ruins of the Dragon King City alone to confront the four evil spirits, I have never been nervous ... I will also have a tense heartstring experience.

Especially when the other party's actions actually hit his lifeline.

To control the army of hundreds of thousands of carrion demons is not easy, or even very difficult-at least for the Eagle King, after controlling such a army, he really does not have much spare power to protect himself.

Loren Turin, does he know this?

Maybe ... but even if you know how to do it, kill hundreds of thousands of carrion demons, rush down almost a staggered highland where you can kill Huang Quan, and kill the powerful behind-the-scenes hand ... it sounds beautiful and dramatic. , But this suicide should not belong to any smart enough guy!

Loren Turin is smart enough, so he knows that he has lost this game and can't turn over;

But this guy is crazy enough. He has already defeated and refuses to give up. He is still using this suicidal behavior to desperately look for opportunities to win himself. He carelessly let himself and all the samurai who are loyal to him die!

"boom------!!!!"

Under the dim sky, looking at the "blooming flowers" on the hillside, and the "carrion demon frenzy" that was torn into pieces by flames again and again, the expression of the eagle king seemed a bit paler.

It was under such a "self-inflicted and self-abandoned" behavior, but maintained a calm judgment, allowing the infantry to retreat while covering the cavalry's "suicide charge" with uninterrupted projection weapons-this is not a madman who intends to die together of.

A lunatic who can ignore everything but is calm and cautious ...

An army that blocked hundreds of thousands of monsters for a whole day, even slashed the commander-in-chief of an evil apostle ...

An indomitable will that fiascod in the face of overwhelming power, but was still constantly looking for opportunities for victory ...

The eagle king who lost his smile finally stopped calm.

It's impossible ... I can really let him kill countless carrion demons and stand in front of me and look down on me? !

For the Duke of Byrne, the King of the Eagles did not fear at all; but if he was really allowed to kill himself, it would mean that he had an absolute advantage and lost the battle.

The magnificent eagle king, hundreds of thousands of monsters, lost to an empire and his army of less than 10,000 ...

How can this be? !

…………………………

"We can--"

Just like what was being preached, Count Ramaloth, who galloped vigorously, shouted towards the knights behind him: "Do n’t forget, you are the proud Bayern and Boye, you are the warriors on horseback!"

"Rush, rush through this group of debris that should go to hell, keep up with our Duke, and send them back to where they should go!"

In the echo of the roaring and continuous explosion of Tieqi, the call of Lan Malos, the Earl of Lake Heart City, was like a banner, leading the nearly collapsed "Cavalry Wall Array" to maintain formation, following behind Loren.

His loud, bell-shaped, powerful, and powerful cry made all the cavalrymen seem to see the second Earl of Bossier, the second gazing peak that was galloping across the great green sea.

They even forgot that this Earl of Lake Heart City was once the famous "grandson" of Byrne, and a well-known mass lover within the thirteen collars.

"Dang yao!"

A prodded epee stopped the carrion demon reaching towards Ramaloth's back, and the ice-screaming monster was directly smashed into fragments by the epee at the next moment.

"You are a lunatic, can't wait to die ?!"

With his teeth clenched, the embarrassed Earl of White Horse Peak, Ragrell yelled: "It's not like you to die, don't tell me you want to be Bossier second!"

"Puff ha ha ha ha ... that's not bad!"

Ramallos, who was laughing constantly, turned back, and his long lance turned into a vicious viper in his hand, bursting one monster after another without interruption:

"Long horse galloping, fell under the sword of a stronger enemy than myself-I hated the Centaur at that time, and now I almost envy the **** Bossivar."

"That's how knights live, haha!"

The snarling Regrell turned his head sharply, raised his hand and waved his sword at the enemy thrown from both sides; he was really sick of this madman whose temperament had changed so much that he was more human than a slightly hypocritical guy. hate.

Bossivar, Ramallos ... all lunatics!

Thinking bitterly, Regrell couldn't help turning his eyes to the figure rushing to the forefront, the figure that almost never stopped and had been advancing violently.

The two-winged cavalry continued to accelerate, trying to keep up with the speed of the Duke; but almost all the knights trying to approach were finally overwhelmed by the carrion demon madly thrown up.

In spite of this, the Bain knights rushed one by one without any turning back; in their eyes, the figure that rushed to the forefront and held up the "Dawn" sword had become the same as another person who had done this before. The incarnation of "en".

"Maybe we should persuade the Duke to slow down and join us!" Regretel shouted, struggling to bear the soreness of his arm, "If you go on like this, you won't be able to rush down the valley, the knights will be wiped out by the whole army!"

"No, that's it, keep this state." Ranmaros, who was still laughing carelessly, suddenly looked at him seriously and said: "Only in this way can we rush out alive instead of dying. Here!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Earl Regrel froze.

"I'm telling you that the only way to win is to follow the Duke's order!"

The frost-stricken Ramaloth waved his long spear, and the enemies rushed in front of him were torn into two pieces in front of the sweeping gunpoint:

"You absolutely can't imagine if no duke is under the greatest pressure in front of us, at this moment we ... haven't left even the scum left by the monsters who swarmed up!"

"To be honest, I actually don't understand what the Duke thought." Ramallos looked at his friend Earl Baima seriously:

"But Regrel, you tell me, besides obeying the Duke's order, can we have a second way?"

The words fell, and no longer looked at the inexplicable Ramallos of Regrel, who waved a spear again behind him, and continued to lead the knights to rush forward, closely following the figure of Loren.

……………………

A back-stroke of "The Force Shock" defeated a group of dark-haired wizards who rushed to their carrion demons, constantly calculating the distance between themselves and the Azore Elf King.

It seemed that the other party had begun to notice something was wrong, and began to order the carrion demons who swarmed the high ground to surround themselves and the cavalry behind them, but ...

If you do your best to hang from the beginning, Loren may not have any solution at all, after all, the disparity of strength between the two sides is there.

but! right now! late!

Your incredible army of monsters exposes the fact that you ca n’t command a larger army than the era of Brandon I, and you ca n’t let them follow your ideas exactly. .

In fact, judging from the performance of previous battles, you can only allow them to complete some simple commands like "forward", "backward" and "stop".

Of course, even so, it is already scary enough-placed on the plains, even if it is the Knights of Bayern, only the whole army will be wiped out;

But ... here is the Valley of Blood Skeleton, and your army is impossible to expand; at the same time, the units that can be put into battle are less than one-tenth at best;

Less than one-thirtieth of the head-on against the Byr Knight;

Three thousand knights and eight thousand cavalry, who really want to fight head-to-head ... There are only ten thousand in their early days, and even the militia can take down the carrion devil on the ground.

So, your seemingly powerful army of monsters may be able to kill all the Bayern knights, but want to stop them ...

So, you exposed this weakness, lose.

So, the person who won this round is me!

"Fire of Turin ... !!!!!!"

"boom------!!!!"

When a bunch of golden-red flames rushed into the clouds at a close distance from himself, the eagle king instinctively widened his eyes and couldn't help seeing the shadow.

Then he saw ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ saw the lonely man, wielding a flaming sword, chopping through the waves in his army of carrion demons, and was rushing straight towards himself.

And followed by thousands of cavalry troops that trampled the carrion demons that were standing in front of them with the destructive power and turned into dust.

He ... Lorren Turin ... actually done ...

Longitudinal penetration of tens of thousands of monsters, straight out a straight line from the top of the mountain, rushed to himself, this ...

How is this possible? !

"clang--!"

It was like a long sword in the moonlight that came out of the sheath, and it was able to stop the flaming sword that was slamming down; the roar of the sharp blade was thunderous.

And the sharper collision of the Billy Blade is the greeting of Loren's "hearty":

"I finally saw you, the eagle king of the Azores--!"