Shaman from Afar

As the news of "the emperor is here" spread throughout the battlefield, the elves and the garrison soldiers who had fallen into chaos had killed each other's eyes, rushed up desperately, went back up desperately, and killed each other desperately. .

When the weapon is folded, hit it with the handle, pull out the helmet as a dagger, use fists, use teeth, use armor, use nails, the bones of the broken right hand ... Use everything they can to go to the opposite ear Guys who are different from themselves fight.

The benefit of this sudden "flag" is that it stimulates the morale of everyone on both sides of the battlefield. The disadvantage is that these inspired soldiers completely lose control and become only knowing to fight and fight. The beasts rushed towards each other in their own slogans.

Elves, humans, warriors, knights, long ears, short ears ... the chaotic battlefield can no longer be separated from each other, and even the flags and command sounds of the two sides can't separate them anymore. The battlefield has become a **** battle between each other. Mill.

Stepping on the bones of the compatriots and rushing across the first line of defense, the elf warriors were quickly stopped by locust-flapped arrows and a solid shield wall before the second line of defense.

They soon discovered that the guardians of the Boundary Mountain, who stepped on the robe, still had good discipline despite the enthusiasm; even in the battle of life and death, they could maintain a minimum formation, using shields and guns. The array blocked their way.

No, because they are from Sacran.

There are no knights, only infantry, and the Sachlans fighting with the shield wall, in addition to this tactic of hundreds of people into one, they do not understand the second way of fighting.

Miscalculated.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield, the elf warrior under the banner frowned, instinctively clenching the long knife around his waist.

I originally planned to use the "empire emperor" as a bait to encourage morale, try to break through the front of the Empire as soon as possible, but the result has a counter-effect; the elf warriors who are too eager for honor and "glorious battle" are completely lost Order, began to fight frantically, and the result evolved into a melee.

In this way, the war situation stalemate.

Of course, he had no regrets about this situation; because if this was not done, the imperial morale with great morale would inevitably drive out the tired and hungry elf warriors who were already lacking stamina.

So he must do this, he must make every elf warrior aware of the importance of this battle; lost this opportunity, it is difficult to say whether it is still possible to kill an emperor on the battlefield!

The elf warrior clenching the knife handle no longer had the excitement, and only cold eyes.

Because he suddenly thought of a very likely thing-if the emperor of the empire chose not to stay on the fortress because he was actively seeking death, what would it be?

Because he knew that he had reinforcements, and he would arrive soon; so he had to hold the fortress as much as possible before the reinforcements arrived, even if he did so to put him in a dangerous situation.

Whoever can first master the time that is most beneficial to him will win the victory; either the elves will rush before the arrival of the reinforcements, or the reinforcements will arrive in time to wipe out the exhausted elves.

Time will determine the fate of both parties!

…………………………

Time ... Connor's mouth showed a self-deprecating arc, and the sneer expression became solemn again.

I did n’t expect that after so long, I would again commit my life to time again, let this cold and ruthless "death" decide whether he is qualified to continue to live, or die here is more valuable to the world some.

All his life longed to hold destiny tightly in his hands, but in the end he had to let another higher level existence judge his own destiny ... I have to say that the irony in it was really strong.

"Sacran people, fight in battle--!"

A roar full of "regional characteristics" came from the front; as the flag officer who suddenly raised the battle flag and rushed up in desperation, the surrounding legionnaires also propped up the shield with the sound of orders; 'S halberd lifted sideways, pointing the spearpoint of the cold awning swordman's head forward.

The Sacrans ... this represents not only the people on a piece of land, but also their unique way of fighting-the ancient kingdom era that long before the dragon came to earth, made them proud of the heavy infantry tactics of the heroes.

They had no majestic horses, no elaborate war bows, no scimitar lances; stepping on the muddy land, villages and villages of the Sachlan infantry assembled under the call of the lords, all they could rely on was the shield in their hands , And a shield behind you.

Infantry spears were replaced with war halberds, and chain armor was replaced with a stronger plate-chain composite armor. Only the shield will never change, only the shield ... it will always be the shield.

They don't understand the proud one-on-one duel of the Cavaliers, they don't understand the cleverness of the Elmans and the cunning of the Lotel, and they don't have the excellent and superb fighting skills of the Arles and Boys.

This group of "earth" extreme heavy infantrymen will only use this simple and earthy extreme combat method-with the shield to support it until the enemy's strength is exhausted, and then defeated by the continuously advancing shield wall they.

"Poof!"

The fanatical elf warriors brandished their long swords and smashed them against the "black wall" like the waves splashed during the rapids; it was just that they were not splashing the clear river water, but the thick plasma.

The "black city wall" under the rapids shuddered constantly, facing enemies that were too flexible compared to themselves. They couldn't avoid the attacks that were tricky like spirit snakes; so they simply couldn't hide and used their shoulders to death. Hold the shield with your arm, pierce the halberd, and then pierce ...

In the battle of forgetting one ’s life, the elf warriors who completely killed the red eyes hardly noticed that their enemies are using this dumb, "scum" method to stabilize the front, or even plunging the front row into a melee. The soldiers kept gathering to the front.

The scattered elves and warriors, who were fighting each other, were gradually “squeezed out” by the black wall; no matter how many slashes they could swing, even the soldiers of the generals, they could never be slashed. Integrate into this "city wall".

So the wall became thicker and stronger—no matter how turbulent the front row was, and how many legionnaires fell silently, there could be plenty of manpower to replace him in the back row.

Fighting in groups forever and exerting collective power ... From ancient times to the present, it has always been an important means for these "Scum" scums to win.

"clang--!"

The halberd stabbed from the front was heavily spotted in the center of the blade; the long-damaged Azore's long blade wailed with a whine and cracked; even the figure of the elf warrior charged was trembling.

But at the moment when the legionnaires were excited to find the war halberd again, Alexandra, who was standing firmly, suddenly withdrew his left hand from the back and another long knife, the broken blade was like a fast viper, along the war halberd. Stabbed through the track.

"puff!"

The legionnaires in heavy armour shuddered, as if they had taken away their souls and collapsed to the ground.

"Hoo ... Huo ... Huo ..."

Breathing heavily, Alexandra ’s hot throat made an unexplained chest resonance; the bones and muscles on the verge seemed to shatter in the next second, and the plasma soaked all over her body even made her unable to tell how much she was. wound.

Throwing away the broken long knife, the elf warrior silently withdrew another sharp blade from behind-on her back and waist, five or six long Azore long knives were hung for spare, all in Remains picked up from the corpse of the robe after rushing into the fortress.

Even for the sacrifices of these dynasty comrades who made themselves stand here; they must continue to fight.

Until death.

"Bao--!"

The elf warrior, who had not moved a moment, suddenly turned around, and the long knife she set struck a string of sparks from the tip of the halberd spear; she did not wait for the second stab from the opposite side, and she disappeared from the opposite line of sight. .

Then ... flashed immediately above the other person's head.

A single knife hit the shield of the legionnaire, holding the knife on the other side, backing the shield to wipe off the soldier's neck, and then striking the opponent's body hit the heavy sword halberd straight from the front left and right.

In one go.

"Poof!"

Abandoning the body of the soldier who had been "divided into pieces", Alexandra, who was breathing heavily, stood in the center surrounded by the guards of the Boundary Mountain-the comrades in the robe behind him had been thrown away by her because of their own fighting Behind him.

Rushing over ... I have to ... rush over ...

For ... great justice ... shame ... glory ...

Her sight became hot, and she could only vaguely see the figures of the legionnaires siege from all directions towards herself.

"Stability Front! Stability Front--!"

"Kill her and push her out!"

"Stop her, never let her rush over, this is a battle of honor for the Sacran people!"

There was noisy noises near her ears, and the silhouette of Alexandra waving her sword.

The halberd fell down heavily, and the overwhelmed blade broke in response; she threw the broken blade without hesitation, facing the door in the middle;

The slashed heavy sword left a string of sparks on her right arm guard. With the inertia of the enemy's weapon, the long knife in the right hand penetrated the soldier's chest from bottom to top;

The shield slammed from behind the elf warrior, and the slender figure was directly hit into the air, but she was avoided by her halberd.

The spear took the opportunity to pierce her back from the bottom, but the elf warrior who had pulled out the long sword turned around, cut off the head of the spear, and threw it back;

The six halberds stood up at the same time, aiming at where she landed. The light-weight Alysandra fell a little at the tip of her toes and landed firmly in the center of the six legionnaires.

"puff--!"

At the moment of howling and flesh and blood, the figure of countless soldiers in the back row was approaching her within ten steps.

The elf warrior who looked around held the knife handle with both hands, and crossed the two sides to open, like a battle bow with two sides open, and like a falcon spreading its wings.

Use the sword as the bow and the body as the string.

Samurai way, guerrilla arrow!

"boom--!"

The figure of more than ten people stopped suddenly, as if hitting an invisible wall; the shield in his hand shattered, the long handle of the halberd collapsed, and the armor of the heart of the chest bloomed with dazzling blood.

Waving two broken swords, the elf warrior finally killed the encirclement, behind him was a chaotic battlefield, and there were soldiers of the Broken Mountain who were shouting to chase her.

Dragging the staggering pace, Ali Sandra, who was even blurred, continued to move forward, desperately widening her eyes to make herself more clear.

Behind her, the Azore Elf kept up with her footsteps, and then was stopped by the soldiers around the army. Between the halberd piercing and the collision of the shield, it turned into a **** meat.

Can't stop ... can't stop ...

I must use the blood of the emperor to wash my shame ...

"clang--!"

The erected double swords were able to stop the two-handed sword that was hit head-on, and the black elf warrior figure shook slightly before falling to the ground.

"In the name of the Holy Cross, the Azore Elves ... Come on to pass!" The knight who also swears oath shouted: "Holy Cross, please give me anger and let me punish the evil ..."

"puff!"

Silently, the sound of the arrow piercing interrupted the oath of the Knight's words.

"Puff! Puff puff puff ..."

Hundreds of unseen arrows pierced the torso and chest of the oath knight, and the oath knight who was covered in blood was loosened, kneeling down in front of Alexandra.

"No! Yes! Again! Come! Stop me!"

The knives staggered and vowed that the knight's head fell to the ground.

The elf warrior soaked with blood and tears on her cheeks has distorted her expression to a terrible level.

The defenders of the Boundary Mountain behind them are still desperately chasing, but it is too late ... The Azores who have noticed the abnormality of the enemy front are even more desperate to launch the attack, and they are rushing from all directions. The thin front is coming.

The weakness of the troops is very obvious at this moment because of the chaos-compared with the guards of the Boundary Mountain who have to desperately maintain the formation, the zombies of the Azores that are constantly influxed by tens of thousands of troops have almost endless strength Can be thrown into this small battlefield, and use the dead body to paved a way.

Under the impact of such casual turns, the solid front is gradually being thinned and thinner and narrower ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ In the end, even the wings cannot be considered, and the shield wall is constantly being attacked by the enemy It broke down and eventually fell apart, falling into a scuffle.

And Alexandra, who was alone, finally climbed the city wall and stood in front of the stairs of the tower.

"boom--!"

The locked wooden door kicked open, and the elf female warrior who staggered stepped into the top of the tower almost like a fall. The screaming cold wind made her body curled and shivered slightly.

Arrived, and finally came ...

Alexandra struggling inwardly struggled, raising her head little by little, looking up at the wall stack on the edge of the tower.

There, a tall figure held the banner of the three-headed dragon holding the crown of iron, standing there motionless, the tall figure standing like a flag, standing there like a tower.

That was ... the thirteenth generation emperor of the empire.

Connold I.