Chapter 1152 (1/2)
On the trembling earth, the sound of iron horses roared by.
The boi knights, waving their cavalry spears, bows and sabres, rolled up the dust of the whole world and rushed to the array of Azores.
”Go, go for Sally Jonah --”
”Kill long ears, kill all long ears --!”
”Crush them --!”
”See the storm in the green sea, rabbit!”
The excited Boyi Knights stared at the scarlet eyes one by one, roared bloodthirsty and unrestrained, swept down like a strong wind, and rushed to a distance close to the Azores array.
As for the enemy on the opposite side, it's not a problem at all... Or this is one of the two most ideal states of the enemy in the eyes of the Boyi knights, namely, fixed target and moving target.
Either stand still or run around.
Unlike the Byrne knights who are keen to fight the enemy head-on, the Bois are not good at... Or keen to fight the enemy; If they can fight, they will fight. If they can't fight, they will run like the wind. That's their ”Chivalry”.
If you stick to the original position, you will turn and harass. If you form an array, you will attack on the flank. If you retreat orderly, you will rush and collide. If you collapse and flee, you will disperse the array to hunt
The spirit standing still... For the Boyi knights, it is a target that they can shoot at will; Once there is a gap in the enemy's front, or there are unlucky people left alone, it is time to hunt wantonly.
In this regard, they are very patient.
Only Sarika Jonah frowned and looked more dignified than ever.
From the beginning of the war to now, they have almost killed half of the Elven warriors in the size of the thousand people team. How can they resist it?
In my impression, these long ears have never been a passive type... In that case, there are only two answers, so they owe a beating, or
It's what they're thinking unkindly.
The machete female Archduke with a raised eyebrow looked straight ahead.
Right in front of the Azores elf army, in the muddy land soaked by the river washed up the embankment, a figure stood abruptly.
Bow his back, hang his head, and drag a broken knife, as if the knife was himself.
He stood there alone and suddenly, standing in front of the road charged by the Hussars.
Sally Ka was stunned.
This... This?
This is the secret weapon that those long ears have endured for so long?
Sarika knew that the Azores had a magic called ”the way of Samurai”, and that they possessed all kinds of special abilities - forcing her to burn the thousand tent city, which was such a group of guys.
But she did not think that a magical elf warrior could resist the charge of hundreds of Hussars.
The surrounding Boyi Knights laughed bloodthirsty, waved their sabers excitedly, showed off their riding skills, scattered the array from all directions, and shouted at the lonely figure.
The brave boyans never refuse to bully the weak and the small and bully the few with more.
”No - it's Ogan, the immortal devil!”
Just at this time, an Hussars who had participated in the eboden defense suddenly turned around and looked at the machete Archduke with a frightened face: ”Duke, we must retreat quickly!”
”What?!”
At the moment when the words blurted out, the ”elf warrior” opposite had raised the broken long knife in his hand. The river flowing in the muddy land gradually rose like a living one and condensed into hundreds of water balls in the air.
With only one breath, those ”water balls” condensed instantly and turned into spindle ice crystals.
”No! No, no, no, no... It's too late. We all have to die here!”
The poii knight, who had been excited, turned pale suddenly, looked at his colleagues who were equally frightened opposite, and recklessly raised his long knife:
”Boyi, charge, charge, kill --!”
”Kill all the long ears!!!!!”
The moment the cavalry shouted, before she could react, Sarika was suddenly hugged by the Boyi Knights around and fell off her horse.
”Bang!”
The moment they fell to the ground, the sound of broken bones and broken tendons of two knights came to their ears.
But Sarika didn't notice because there were more voices obscuring her ears.
Torn flesh and blood, shattered armor and sharp blades, neighing horses fell to the ground, plasma gushed, screaming cavalry turned over and fell from their mounts, and people stepped on horses
Roar, scream, wail, roar, scream... And so on.
Breaking off the body's arm, Sally Ka, lying on the grass, clenched her teeth and raised her head, opened her eyes wide, desperately trying to see what happened in the old Sutra.
She was stunned.
The veiled Boyi knights in the battlefield ice fog disappeared one by one in the thick fog. Only their screams and screams before death could be heard in the air
There was also the sound of armor being broken, flesh being torn, men and horses falling to the ground.
In just a quarter of an hour... Maybe even a few minutes, the ice fog has been filled with the bones of the boi knight, and up to now, there is not even a cavalry who rushed out of the thick fog, escaped and fought back alive.
None, none!
Why
What the hell happened?
What kind of monster is that ELF?!
The frightened machete female Archduke was pressed to the ground by the body, and her trembling limbs made her unable to move.
”Ah, ah, ah --!!!”
In the diffuse ice fog, the roar of tearing heart and lungs exploded out of thin air.
A lonely figure, dragging an inconspicuous long knife, stepped on the land covered by ice crystals and came to her step by step from the ice fog.
”Huh?!”