Chapter 1111 (1/2)
carry all before one!
When the Byrne phalanx Legion outside the wall broke through the desperate resistance of the Azores, destroyed the wooden fence and poured into the battlefield with the Golden Lion Flag on the black background, this was the only word in Lucian's mind.
With the breakthrough of the central line, first of all, the peripheral Azores Elven army began to ”collapse” and ”flee in all directions”; The rear line army that felt the pressure immediately had a morale problem and began to ”flee across the line”, and the elf warriors surrounded by both wings had to retreat.
Of course, these are seriously exaggerated.
Because although the peripheral Elven warriors were defeated, they left the battlefield one after another after trying to resist fruitlessly; The enemy on the inside actually saw the appearance of the Golden Lion Flag on a black background, took the initiative to withdraw from the war and withdrew back in an orderly manner.
But in the eyes of Byrne knights, it is not a painting style at all - it must be, and it must be, that the enemy was defeated by our fierce attack!
Otherwise, why did the Azores flee when the golden lion on black background appeared? Why did the enemy retreat without resistance as soon as he heard the cry of ”long live the black Duke”?
This is precisely because I was awed by the military power of my great Byrne knight and the majesty of the Duke!
Looking at the desperate ”fleeing” Elven warriors, the Byrne Knights roared one by one like beating chicken blood, cow blood and elephant blood, closely following the black haired wizard waving the war flag.
Duke... Lord Loren, he's taking the lead?!
When he saw Loren Turin with a big sword on his shoulder and waving a war flag, Lucian was shocked and couldn't even close his chin.
”What's your expression?”
Langmaros, covered with blood, pulled out the spear from the body of the Elven warrior with great difficulty and shouted at the gray pupil: ”the Duke charged first, the count followed, the knight followed, and the attendant followed... This is Bain's tradition for hundreds of years. It is said that we have done this since we rebelled against the dwarves.”
”It's honor, duty and obligation... He's the Duke, and that's what he should do!”
”But he's hurt!”
As for the secret between Loren and the second valve, Lucian was very clear that he could not disclose it to anyone, although he felt that even explaining it to the Duke might be meaningless:
”Lord Loren's injury in the battle of blood skeleton Valley has not recovered yet. He is weaker than ever before; it is likely that any stronger elf warrior may hurt him!”
”Then you should stand beside him, little fellow!” the unyielding Earl of Huxin city turned his head and stared at the gray pupil boy very seriously: ”you are his guard, his sword and shield, to protect him from injury. This is the honor you want to save your life, isn't it? Why are you still standing here now
”I... which fool did I have to stay here because of?”
The laughing lanmalos didn't answer his questions at all. He ran away to the figure under the war flag with his sharp sword and spear in his hands; Unwilling to be outdone, the grey pupil boy spat, and the thin figure kept up.
…………………………
”Poof --!”
The howling Elven warrior waved his sword and was stopped by the horizontal sword the moment before he stabbed Lauren's chest, which was swung away at the same time;
The black haired wizard who swung the big sword with one hand swung the big sword over his trunk in the surprised and angry eyes of the other party; The vision stained with plasma did not see the fallen body, and continued to break forward.
Sure enough... I'm still not used to it.
Feel the power of the big sword, and the black haired wizard chuckled.
When I first arrived at vimpal college and learned the first ”high-order magic spell” in my life to surpass perception, this special power accompanied me from beginning to end - fighting, killing and judgment... I was so used to and familiar with this power that I even became a part of my body in a sense.
No, it is a part of my body - I have long been used to the vision strengthened by ”beyond perception”, the flame ignited by the fire of Turin, and the ”die now” to turn defeat into victory at the critical moment.
It was because of this habit that Loren felt a trace of fear and fear when he was told that he could no longer use the spell, and even began to consider a more cautious approach.
Loren even forgot that from the first day he was destined to fight with people, magic spells and the power of emptiness had never been his first choice.
The sword in hand and the instinct and skill of fighting are the first choice!
”... magic is never the best means to kill, at least not the most efficient...”
Only when he was unable to use the power of emptiness did Loren really understand what Dalton kand meant.
Never, never take the means as the premise of everything; The premise of judging whether a person is a wizard is not whether he can use high-order magic spells, but his behavior.
”Duke Byrne, the imperial man holding the war flag is Duke Byrne --!”
”Duke Byrne, he's here!”
”Stop him and kill him!”
”Long live your highness rodria --!”
After being aware of the existence of the dark haired wizard, the Elven warriors who were still in orderly retreat drank excitedly and rushed like hungry wolves.
His highness Rodriguez's mortal enemy, an enemy that even the chief warrior of the imperial court could not kill, actually appeared on the battlefield, and was still the forefront?!
If the two armies fight each other as usual, of course, the Elven warriors understand that even the chief inspector can kill the enemy. They are definitely not opponents - but now the number of their own side is far higher than the enemy.
Pile, can also pile him!
”Byrne, defend your Duke --!”
The equally excited Byrne knights rushed up from the two wings and threw their lives at the Elven warrior who turned and struck; However, the inferiority of military strength can not be stopped by courage. The one-sided pursuit war has once again become chaotic.
”Dang --!”
The big sword collided with the Azores long sword, and the elf warrior who could not resist in the harsh sound found that he had made a fatal mistake almost at the moment of retreating - he who wielded a one handed sword opened the distance in front of a tall, two handed sword, and was looking for his own death.
”Poof --!”
The big sword that ran through the chest of the elf warrior tore the gap from his arm with Loren's raised arm; The plasma gushing from the right shoulder and half of the trunk opened behind the elf body like a wing, which also blocked the vision of the elf warrior.
For a moment, the second elf warrior who did not see what had happened was smashed to the top of his head by a big sword; The dark haired wizard who didn't look at him directly resisted his body, and the roar of tearing the air sounded in his ears.
A burst of rain like sound broke the air, and the body of the Elven warrior whose head was smashed shook violently for several times; When the stunned Elf Warrior found that his arrows were on paoze's body, it was too late.
”He's still alive, I don't...”