Chapter 1092 (1/2)
On the chaotic and noisy battlefield, Lori ZAD, the chief of the imperial court holding the long sword, quickly shuttled between the chaotic Elven warriors.
There were chaotic shouts, the collision of sharp blades and armor, the noise of carriages and footsteps, the call of horns and orders... The white shadow rushed through the confusion and rushed straight to the end of the team.
In other words, he went away at the rapid vibration.
In order to inherit the spirit girl who lost her eyes because of ”heart cutting”, from the day she was sensible, there was only ”sound” - the law of wind, footsteps, breathing, heartbeat... Sound and vibration, which outlined the shape of the world in her dark vision.
Only Anson... His only brother... Except
Feeling the gradually hot breath between the mouth and nose, the spirit girl who held her breath and hurried through all kinds of ”noise”, the faster and lighter the pace under her feet, like a dancing feather skimming the water and not stained with dust.
At this moment
”Boom --!!”
A rapid explosion sounded not far ahead.
This voice... Is an imperial alchemy bomb!
The elf girl who immediately stopped heard the sound of hundreds of footsteps colliding with armor and weapons. The chaotic and shocking voice was a prelude to the war.
”Cavalry, it's the cavalry of the Empire. It's coming this way!”
An angry roar with some fear came from Lori ZAD's left: ”hurry up, hurry up, line up the long guns, and the archers go behind!”
”The rest of the warriors, follow me... Draw a sword to meet the enemy!”
”Draw a knife to meet the enemy, rush --!!!”
In the neat cheers, the chaotic movement began to become more and more orderly; Lori ZAD, who was blocked, had to rush forward with the warriors in formation.
The neat and vigorous vibration made the fairy girl have the illusion of being in the flood.
But this illusion only lasts for a moment... Because the next second, the real ”flood” is already on the surface.
”Byrne, attack --!”
”Long live the black Duke --!!”
In the galloping sound of horses' hoofs, the roar from heaven and earth seemed to shake the whole heaven and earth!
The Byrne knights who lined up in a neat and dense queue on Empire Avenue formed an absolute contrast with the Azores elves warriors scattered in the opposite formation; It seems that the horses are two people tall and covered in leather armor. They gallop together like close comrades in arms. All the sounds are obliterated by the breath and the sound of iron hoofs.
This is the real, surging like a torrent.
”Just rush over, run over them, break them down!” roaring Lucian waved two short swords and almost rushed to the front of the ”riding wall”:
”Crush them - shoot!”
At the moment of the roar, the sea of flowers like spear forest suddenly flattened and turned into bursts of killing cold.
”Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!”
The roaring next second, like the rain of locusts and arrows falling from the sky, exploded countless dazzling sparks on the charging Byrne knights, but... It was only sparks.
Unless it is face to face, an archer who only dares to shoot will never shoot through the armor of a Byrne Knight!
While the arrow rain fell, dozens of ELF warriors had crossed the gun array and took the lead in rushing to the Bayern knight.
Sharp blade to spear, fifty steps... To both sides of the sprint, it's just a moment between three breaths.
Three breaths determine life and death.
”Dang ---!!”
A hundred and ten times in an instant turned into a burst of fire!
At the moment when the sharp blades collided, almost all the Elven warriors parried or deflected the oncoming spear, turned the Azor long knife mixed with secret silver into tracing light, and rushed forward with a desperate roar
The exquisite Sabre technique makes the Byrne knight on the saddle have no time to react; Many people just blink and don't even realize that their flag guns have been swung away.
But they don't need to be - and be a row of full sprint Bain knights. Their horror is not just the flag gun in their hands.
”Dong --!”
With a terrible muffled sound, before the first Azor Elf Warrior jumped up, his body in light armor had hit the Zheng shield in the knight's hand.
The shield was broken, and the Elven warrior with sunken chest vomited blood, flew out like a sandbag, fell powerlessly on the dusty imperial Avenue, and the long knife in his hand seemed to be still struggling.
He never had a chance to struggle again.
Countless steel horseshoes trampled over the limbs, trunk and head of the elf warrior, raising a string of petals in the rolling smoke and dyeing the horseshoes red.
Then there is the second, third, fourth, Fifth... Similar to the same scene. The moment of constant confrontation is staged. A very few elf warriors who kill Byrne knights with a long knife will also be pierced by the subsequent knights, fall to the ground and trampled by horseshoes.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Elven warriors had exhausted their ink.
But... Is not without exception.
”Dang!”
The moment when the long knife came out of the scabbard and the spear tip and body were divided into two, a trace of light had passed over the neck of the knight Byrne; The moment the blood sprayed, the wailing Knight fell from the saddle.
The first... Blindfolded elf girl whispered in her heart.
In the dark world, she can only ”see” hundreds of ”voices” coming to her from all directions, fast, slow, far and near... The only difference is that there is a gap between their speed and the direction of approach.
The way of samurai who is called ”heart cutting” is to grasp the gap between the flash and the instant.
Knife, three feet long.
Within three feet, everything is cut off.
”Dang --! Dang Dang... Dang --!”
The charging Byrne Knights only had time to hear the sound of sharp blades crashing in their ears; When I raised my eyes at the moment of waking up, the world in front of me had become dark.
LORI Zade leaped up, dodged the arrows and spears, danced in the air like a butterfly and jumped to the next ”sound”.
Rush over, you can't be stopped here, otherwise you're not Duke Byrne and his
”Dang --!”