Chapter 1154 (1/2)

At noon, on the eboden battlefield, 800 elite knights, fully armed and equipped with men and horses, who officially began the confrontation between the two sides, burst from the flank of the elves like cutting butter, stepping on the burning grass like entering a no man's land, crushing the right wing of the Azores elves.

Aware of the attack on their flanks, the Elven warriors immediately turned to defense, set up spears and small round shields on their arms, and tried to block the charge of Byrne knights with a dense ”spear formation”.

”Bang --!”

The terrible noise burst on the battlefield, and the Elven warriors standing in the front row were knocked over by horses and trampled by iron hoofs. The flying flesh and blood splashed and decorated the armor of Byrne Knights; The heavy cavalry who rushed into the front cut one gap after another as if they had not suffered a counterattack.

Under the huge impact, many knights with broken spears were pierced by the elves' spears, and even the human armor was torn into flesh and blood; The bodies of armored horses and knights hit the elves heavily, splitting the dense formation.

No line of defense can stop Byrne's attack on the wall - the Byrne people who have proved this myth with bloody battles again and again continue to attack on the road paved by the enemy and paoze's flesh and blood.

While the defense line was cut through, the elf warriors on both wings rushed towards them like crazy; However, the Knights did not love war. They even left a few isolated and besieged robes and continued to make a circuitous charge from the flank, breaking into scattered parts the elf warrior front that was still gathering.

It is not their task to cut the enemy in half. It is their task to rescue the first array of Byrne who is about to be killed and hold down the speed and pace of the enemy's attack.

”You! Yes, it's you!”

While holding the reins, lanmalos threw the Golden Lion Flag behind him to the Byrne Knight he drank: ”are you the flag officer?”

”No, I am a knight with a flag, count!”

”Where is my flag officer?”

”I was stabbed into meat sauce by long eared sundries during the charge just now, count!” answered the knight holding the flag as he caught the flag.

”Well, from now on, you'll be my flag officer.” lanmalos patted the saddle: ”take the Knights and continue to charge as far as you can. As long as you're not dead, you can't stop - well, you can't stop when you're dead!”

”Yes --!”

The new ”flag officer” nodded excitedly, and then suddenly remembered a question: ”what about you, count?”

”Me? I have to save an old bastard.”

With a grin, lanmalos put up his long gun and dozens of other knights and ran away in the direction of the fire.

”Boom --!!!”

At the moment of the explosion, the big sword with both hands blocking the blade moaned; Angert, the Earl of the mountain rock Castle who carried the sword to parry, was knocked out and rolled on the hot scorched ground for several times before he reluctantly supported himself by the big sword.

The breastplate was completely deformed, and angert, who stood up trembling, kept spilling dark red blood from his mouth and dyed his gray beard red.

Powerful, too powerful... Even if you know you are not the opponent of the elf monster, you really meet angert to understand how far you are from Duke Loren.

Loren Turin, Roland Turin... These Turin guys are not human!

”Ah, ah --!!!”

The roaring Ogan blew up the heat wave around him, raised the long knife of fire, and rushed to angert without any warning.

”Dang --!”

The big sword whined under the burning flame, clenched the hot handle, and angert, whose face was distorted to no shape, stared at the round eyes and kicked Eugen.

The flexible Ogan easily avoided the attack, but instinctively retreated half a step. Angert, who didn't retreat but entered, raised his big sword with both hands and chopped at Ogan head-on.

”Dang --!”

Eugen, who staggered and squatted on the ground, raised his knife to hold the big sword. The burning fire seemed to infect, gradually turning the blade of the big sword into golden red, and even angry with a faint white smoke, trying to make angert loosen the handle of the sword.

But the next second, the stubborn count of the mountain rock Castle pressed his right hand on the red sword.

”Ah ah! Don't think you can scream, you long eared scum!”

His face was twisted to almost ferocious, and angert, sweating like a rain, put up his sword and kept pushing down like a guillotine, even if his armour began to smoke.

For a time, the suppressed Ogan struggled desperately, but he could not stop the blade that was pushed down bit by bit and dyed golden red.

At this time, a flame suddenly lit up on his trembling body.

”Boom --!!”