Chapter 687 (1/2)

Before entering the land of Boye, Loren had a question in his heart, that is, the Centaur

What does it look like?

But the problem soon became nothing.

Under the flag of the golden lion on a black background, everyone tightened their strings; Eckert clenched the handle of his sword across his side, and guy angert gnashed his teeth and sat uneasy; Pretending to be relaxed, Lord bosiwar of looking up peak kept touching the machete on his saddle.

Ruthen and McAfee, who were escorted by the black haired wizard with different faces, were bloodless. The little wizard who clenched his lower lip pressed the bow string with his right hand and hid behind the three.

Thick smoke swept from the horizon, and the tremor of the earth became more and more obvious. Even Lien Chan's horses began to hiss uneasily.

The strong grass swept by the strong wind will be crushed by countless cavalry in the next second; The bleak Eagle roared across the sky, dividing the grassland into two and turning it into a battlefield.

On one side is the array as quiet as a rock, on the other is the billowing waves of smoke and dust.

Yes, it's huge waves.

The indistinct and indistinct sound of the waves swept from the end of the horizon, and the continuous sound beat the earth under your feet; Countless shadows are wrapped in the rolling smoke and dust, filling the junction between the sky and the earth with black.

The tremor of the earth is more and more obvious, louder and louder, stronger and faster!

The violent tremor was not only the heartbeat, but also the blood began to tremble, and the internal organs were shaky!

The roar and howl mingled with the wind; The cry from the deep throat was low and full of power, like a heavy hammer beating an anvil.

In the array, there was still no movement from Byrne's knights; The knights with shields and guns were silent; The heavy square array in the back row is in the strong wind. It continues to array slowly, and it is like a ghost.

The count of Eckert, who stood with his sword, was still motionless. On the other hand, count bosiwar touched the handle more and more frequently. He kept glancing at Eckert and Loren, and his nervous eyes seemed to be unable to stop for a moment.

Forced to be calm, Loren looked straight ahead, cautiously calculating the number of enemies.

A thousand, or two thousand, or more?

The battlefield is too wide. Using ”spiritual horizon” here is of no use except to interfere with one's own attention; Everything should be judged by their first feeling and what they see in front of them.

This is not the first time he has experienced a battlefield on such a scale - in the ancient wood forest, in the blood skeleton Valley, in the glacial wasteland... Panic and fear can no longer interfere with him.

But this time it's different.

He is no longer the leader of only a hundred people, no longer the escort of his Royal Highness the prince in the army, and no longer an adventurer who wants to escape desperately in front of thousands of troops to get a chance of life;

He was the Duke of Byrne, the supreme commander of the cavalry Corps behind him, and the spiritual pillar of all of them.

His judgment is not about the lives of himself or his friends, but the lives of thousands of people. It will determine whether these people who trust themselves or hesitate can leave this boundless green sea alive.

The tremor continued without stopping.

Countless figures rolled and roared towards the front of the queue.

”Bosival.” Eckert suddenly stabbed his eyes at the count of qiaowang peak, and his voice was as deep as thunder:

”Tear them up!”

Count bosival, who was suddenly ”named”, seemed to have just woke up and trembled all over; He twitched his throat hard, and the corners of his eyes burst out.

”Dang --!”

The bright machete was raised over his head, and bosiwar, who was grinning at the corners of his mouth, showed his eyes wildly, licked the corners of his mouth and shouted:

”In the name of Byrne, in the name of Turin

Tear them up -!!! ”

In the roar of hoarseness, countless hoofs beat the earth, and the Knights of three flags in the front row stabbed their flag guns into the sky at the same time.

The next moment, they moved.

The roar and roar of the sky echoed in my ears, and the cavalry wielding heavy silver guns poured out from the Golden Lion Flag on a black background and lined up to rush at the oncoming waves.

The earth trembles like thunder!