Knight with Wand

The Wolf Leader's conscripts in the rear spotted the heavily armored "knights" riding on horses in a line, but the militia, who had no organization at all, were far from being able to resist the heavy cavalry's rear attack in just ten seconds.

Even if the enemy army was only a handful of people, facing the armored cavalry, the militia in the back row was afraid that they would block the terrible horse hooves.

"The Knights of Thorn Flowers are coming!" The conscripts in the rear shouted to their fellow villagers in the noise. Feeling that they had done their best, they took advantage of the fact that the captain in front of the battle formation was unable to control them and abandoned their formation in fear.

The miscellaneous soldiers in a chaotic formation scattered like the tide, without any awareness of forming a formation with spears, and the Redo Knights rushed into them without dodging or avoiding.

The war horses, some covered with armor or robes, rushed into the scattered enemy formation, and the people held spears and halberds like sharp knives to cut into tofu without hindrance.

In just one round of contact, dozens of enemies died under their charge.

Following the Redo Knight who was leading the charge, Lohak roared loudly, raised his halberd and axe, and the spike at the front hit the enemy's body, pushing the man in front of him away with great force. Azerien raised his shield and stabbed the spear blade in his hand continuously, slightly slower than the brave partner in front of him on the right.

At the forefront of all the bloody charging people, Olivia's figure ran straight past Sir Redo, the original leader.

Her armored arms danced dazzlingly, and the long lance blade drew a rotating and swaying silver stream of light around the girl. The galloping warhorse was like a phantom that pierced the crowd at lightning speed.

The sharp blade swept across the enemy's neck, and the spear head pierced the enemy's chest, and only the terrifying cold light could be seen.

Wherever the iron hoof stepped on, wherever the spear tip reached, it was like being shrouded in the vacuum of death, leaving behind corpses that fell down one after another.

Seeing the heroic figure, Knight Redo was shocked. He realized that he had underestimated the strength of the armored girl in the camp a little earlier. With his eyesight, he could not catch the rapid flow of her spear tip.

Killing through the line, the red spear blade shed blood. Olivia knew that these militiamen who had no martial arts skills could hardly hurt her, but she still took away fragile lives with the sharp blade in her hand.

She understood that not everyone had their own abilities. Any hesitation towards the enemy at this moment would become a threat to friends and soldiers.

Holding the bloody spear, the horse hooves that ran out of the formation slowly stopped. The girl looked back and looked behind her. The solemn expression under the mask buried the sadness in her heart.

The drooping spear tip was raised again. We must not let the people defending their hometown lose more lives because of unwillingness.

The pressure of collapse was gone. Seeing their own cavalry coming to their aid in time, the wounded young men of Longka were greatly encouraged. The leading warrior shouted slogans at the top of his lungs: "We won. We won! Fight back!!!"

Despite the heavy casualties, the fighting spirit of defending their homeland still made the Longka people's eyes red with bloodshot, and they rushed to the other team of wolf-led militia on the right, which was about to collapse.

Knight Redo let the mob around him throw away their weapons and flee in all directions, and he raised his blood-stained halberd and shouted loudly to stop the riders from pursuing.

From what he saw when he came out of the forest, the Seval team in the center of his army was under the fierce attack of the enemy's main force and was already in danger.

The battlefield changed rapidly, and as the last mobile force, precious time could not be wasted here.

Just defeating the militia line at the southernmost end could not reverse the decline of their own side. The remnants of Longka soldiers beside them could not stop the enemy's main force at all.

We must get the horses running again, immediately!

"Arm your troops, lead me, and keep moving!"

Sir Redo shouted loudly, urging the horses that had slowed down due to the trap.

Following his order, the victorious heavy cavalry squad surrounded the knights and galloped again.

Almost at the same time as Redo's heavy cavalry squad attacked the enemy formation at the southern end.

To the north of the front, the troops of both sides had already become a melee.

The soldiers of the Pleton Square who broke through the enemy formation, assisted the friendly troops from Seval, and attacked the soldiers of Wolfenhall from the side, forming a flank, and it seemed that they were about to turn the situation around.

But Leon pulled the reins, drove the warhorse to trot out of the chaos on the left, and loudly ordered the guards to leave the melee and gather around him again.

The shield guards lined up beside Leon, holding up their long shields to resist the cold arrows shot at their lord from a distance from time to time.

Holding up the lance covered with blood and internal organs, Leon looked far away and saw a knight of the Wolf Family, also in full armor, leading the main formation of the Wolf Leader beside him to gradually approach.

The elite soldiers of the Wolf Hall City who had been repelled earlier fled but did not disperse. After those soldiers fled to the enemy's main formation, they recovered their morale under the command of the Wolf Family knight officer and gathered their main formation into a larger army.

It's not that Leon didn't want to chase and kill the living forces of the fleeing enemies.

But he had no spare energy. Once he was dragged into the chaos, he would no longer be able to take care of other fronts.

But the enemy. Leon quickly turned his head and looked at the heavy cavalry phalanx that was bypassing the trench and was about to launch a charge from the side.

The long-awaited leader of the Wolf Family finally stepped into the battlefield.

What about Sir Redo and his own people?

Did they join the battle? How about the front line at the south end? Did they win or were they defeated?

Leon didn't know.

The enemy's final offensive will come to him in thirty or forty seconds. He does not have the God's perspective and pause button in the war games of his previous life, nor does he have the opportunity to return to the high slope behind the front line to find the trace of the last reserve troops in his hands.

In the chaotic battlefield, he made a judgment in the few breaths left.

The Duwana people are still fighting with the Wolfenhall people. Pletton and Selva's detachment are attacking the elite of the Wolf Lord's central army.

In front, the infantry formation led by the Wolf Knights can easily destroy the encirclement formed by the Wolf Lord's central army and the friendly forces.

On the right, the Wolf Lord's heavy cavalry can break through any of its troops with a charge. Even the Duwana halberd formation in formation is difficult to resist, not to mention that the Duwana people have been tied down by the enemy infantry.

The cruel situation, the life and death of the whole army, seems to still be a one-sided disadvantage.

Leon smiled bitterly in his heart. If it weren't for the territory's war preparations during this period, the militia of the three lords would have been defeated in the first wave of attacks.

This is of course, using the conscripted soldiers under his command to fight the Wolf Lord's elite brought by the enemy, using weak soldiers against strong soldiers, and even using fewer soldiers to fight more. If it were easy, there would be no heroes left since ancient times.

The ancient and modern battle examples in the memory of the previous life told Leon that there is only one way to win in this situation.

He looked at the wolf cavalry formation that was about to charge, his eyes focused on the wolf flag that symbolized the Gunnar family.

There was only one chance to try, or more accurately, only a few seconds.

The left hand holding the shield dropped down, and from the leather box on his waist, he pulled out the silver card of Neti. Leon turned his head and said, "Corvis, give me magic power."

The boy who followed closely immediately took off his gauntlet and pointed his fingers at Leon's brow.

While trying to keep the boiling heart applied to the four people, Corvis closed his eyes and passed almost all the magic power to the master at the fastest speed.

Only the last bit of energy to ensure physical activity and clear consciousness was left. The boy's sweaty face was tense under the mask, and he took a deep breath and retracted his fingers.

"May you triumph."

For the safety of his friends and monarch, Corvis prayed silently to the Supreme Holy Sun for the first time in his heart.

"Guard the flag and meet the enemy here." After giving the order to hold on, Leon ran away from the shield wall of the guards, and ran straight to the heavy cavalry formation in the distance without retreating.

And Canis, who was charging from a distance, looked at the silver-armored knight who was running alone with a spear in his hand from the gap between the front row of cavalry with some surprise.

Ride alone? Does he think he is the great knight of the kingdom?

The young master of the Wolf family was puzzled for a moment, and then he didn't want to delve into whether the other party was brave or desperate to commit suicide.

This is not an arena for fair duels.

On the battlefield of life and death, no matter how brave the other party is, facing such an unwise enemy rushing towards his army, Canis will use wolves to drown him without mercy.

Putting down the lance, the young master of the Wolf family shouted a battle cry with full energy.

More than 50 heavy cavalrymen in neat formation galloped on their horses, and the long spears and lances were changed from being lifted to being leveled, and were held between the arms of the riders. The cavalry formation was galloping at high speed like an iron wall.

The dry land was shaking constantly due to the tens of tons of weight trampled on it. Hundreds of horse hooves trampled the dust, and the thunder rumbled on the ground like drums.

From the sky, the dark mass of cavalry was like a wave of waves, and what was blocking them was just a small silver dot. The galloping cavalry didn't even take the mere horse in front of them seriously. The real target of the team's charge was the Longka infantry fighting behind the opponent.

Maintaining his posture on the bumpy horseback, Leon tried his best to restrain the power in his body that was filled to the point of escaping.

The borrowed magic power was agitated and boiling in his body with the effect of the Neti card.

Firmly locked onto the heavy cavalry formation in front that seemed unstoppable.

Twenty meters.

Leon, who was close enough, activated the magic power and activated the silver card between his fingers behind the shield.

The Neti card turned into surging energy, reconstructing the ancient dead souls living in the land where the war horses ran.

Facing the enemy army at hand, Leon shouted loudly: "Garon, charge with me!"

The burly Yanyang Guard appeared from the brilliance of ancient magic.

The eyes under the gorgeous helmet identified the enemy in an instant as if time had stopped.

The steel boots under the greaves poured heavy pressure into the feet, the ground exploded, earth and rocks flew, cracks and collapses appeared, and the figure of the ancient warrior in armor passed by the side of his master of this world. The heavy body was wrapped in the sound of breaking through the air. In just a few steps, he rushed into the heavy cavalry formation faster than a warhorse.

Waving the scorching halberd in his hand, Garron slashed the enemy heavily.

——Boom! !

The rolling hot wind accompanied by the unmatched impact wave overturned the cavalrymen in the front, including the horses.

The torrent of iron cavalry was artificially blasted open from the middle.

The hot halberd blade slashed the thick neck of the warhorse in front of him, and cut the armored cavalryman on it in half.

The horse corpse flew out horizontally due to inertia, and the cavalryman turned the upper half of the corpse that had not yet fallen to reveal the charred cross-section and the broken edge of the armor that was burned red by the high temperature of the halberd blade.

The halberd that was swung horizontally had not yet dissipated, and was pulled back to the tip of the blade by the Yanyang Guard, who stepped back and slashed the cavalryman who was rushing behind him.

In his eyes, the tip of the spear was so slow that it could not even touch the armor of the guard, and the scorching blade cut off the horse's leg.

The warhorse screamed in pain, and the cavalryman was thrown out by the horse that fell forward.

But Garron, who had killed two horses in a row, realized that there was only a few breaths of magic left to maintain his spiritual body, so he instantly found the plate armored knight who was guarding in the center in front of him, and immediately stepped on it and jumped into the air.

The two knights of the Wolf Clan's inner court pulled the reins in shock, urged their horses to stand on both sides to guard the young master, and attacked with their lances the red-robed warrior who had entered the central army from nowhere.

Looking at the knight blocking his way, Garron sighed with regret in his heart. The time he appeared was too short after all. The halberd blade changed its target, and the ancient guards tried their best to fly and cut the nearest enemy before dissipating.

The ancient warrior in the air met the inner court knight with a loud bang.

The hot halberd blade burned the steel and deeply embedded in the enemy's lance. It pressed over, and the unabated force chopped the sharp blade into the plate armor chest. The knight of the wolf family who was riding a horse and charging was knocked off the horse in this instant of head-on collision.

The spear head of another inner court knight stabbed the red-robed enemy who shot down his comrade at the same time.

But the spear tip just touched his armor, and the slightly delayed real dullness suddenly disappeared, as if piercing through an illusion.

"Witchcraft?!"

Canis watched the inner court knight in front of him charging through the scattered light miasma. Before he could react whether the brief battle of a few breaths was an illusion, he heard a roar coming from the right side diagonally in front.

Following the gap opened by the Yanyang Guards, Leon, who was riding alone to fight the enemy, raised his shield to deflect the spears stabbing from the left, and he had already rushed to Canis.

The black horse rushed forward, and the silver-armored knight roared and raised the tip of his spear, attacking the enemy leader under the wolf flag.

"Come on!"

Canis moved the spear in his hand and pointed it at the enemy general wearing a winged helmet.

The two heavy steel-forged lances hit the target almost instantly.

—— Bang! ! !

The galloping armored horses staggered past each other, and the two men in heavy armor fell off their horses with a loud bang.

The breastplate was dented, and Leon felt as if he was hit by a truck. Although the terrifying impact was mitigated by the layers of protective armor, the lance in his hand still fell out of his hand due to the collision.

He hurriedly adjusted his posture before landing, and his back hit the ground with a bang, and the heavy armor made a clanging sound.

Enduring the stuffiness in his chest, Leon, with blood flowing from his teeth, steadied his body and did not dare to stop. He rolled sideways on the spot to avoid the attack of the enemy cavalry. Several spears brushed past his shoulders.

The cavalry horses galloping behind him avoided him from both sides for fear of trampling the young master who fell off his horse.

The unstoppable charging army immediately divided the cavalry formation into two torrents, rumbling past the two knights who fell off their horses in the middle.

Leon threw away the kite shield that was in the way of his left arm, and drew out the long sword at his waist while supporting his arms and standing up.

Holding the handle in one hand and the blade in the other, he was like holding a short spear, and his iron boots kept moving, running straight towards the knight of the Wolf family who also stood up.

The enemy leader was alone, and beheading the general and capturing the king was the only way to win at this moment.

"Canis!" Leon remembered the other party's self-reported name.

Raising his visor and spitting out the bloody phlegm, Canis tightly grasped his sword. Although the young master of the Wolf family did not know the other party's name, he could recognize the gorgeous winged helmet armor, so he laughed and rushed forward to meet the enemy.

At least before the cavalry had turned their horses back to rescue the master, the two commanders only had the other party in their eyes at this moment.

Leon's sword blade quickly stabbed into the gap between Canis's visor.

The young master of the Wolf family raised his sword to block, stepped sideways, and hit the winged helmet knight's face with the handle like a war hammer.

However, in the eyes of Leon, who had been facing Olivia's sword speed for a long time, the enemy's counterattack was so slow at this moment.

Just turning his head to avoid Canis's attack, Leon relied on the boiling knight's power at this moment, and also smashed his entire upper body with a horizontal blade.

Bang!

The metal clashed, deafening.

In the wrestling between the Knights of the Martial Arts, the two swords bit each other heavily, and collided with each other like blunt instruments.

A series of powerful blows collided, and the weapons and steel armors created a roaring air explosion. The ground beneath their feet was covered with dust as the two knights fought and fought.

The iron cans in strong armor fought with brute force and skill.

The weapons did not dance in a dazzling and gorgeous manner, but only savagely entangled under half-swordsmanship, and constantly sought opportunities to attack the gaps in the opponent's armor and the fierceness of the armpit joints.

The heavy cavalry of Wolfenhall could not stop the charge. Their split queues attacked the black-robed guards with shields in front of them and the infantry battle formations in the melee from left to right.

The unstoppable momentum instantly broke through Longka's fragile defense line, and the iron hooves stepped into the crowd. Even the frenzied hammer shield guards were hit by the cavalry and vomited blood and fell to their comrades behind them.

The guards guarded the battle flag of Corvis and slowly retreated under the impact of the swarming cavalry.

The knights of the inner court of the Wolf family in the center of the army did not continue to advance. He finally stopped his horse's momentum and shouted orders in a hurry, calling on the cavalry beside him to rein in their horses and turn around to support the young master who was fighting the enemy general in the field behind.

During the battle, Canis caught a glimpse of his cavalry who turned their horses and ran towards him from afar, and he was sure of victory.

"Surrender, Knight of Thorns!"

At the moment of pressing with his sword, he grinned and slashed and shouted: "I can spare your life!!"

Seizing the fleeting slackness of the enemy general's complacency, Leon saw the flaw and silently turned his sword to approach the magic impact.

The few powers in his body turned into a hammer of wind, which blasted Canis's tall armored body into a tumbling sound.

He raised his sword and stepped on the ground to chase, but Leon saw that the opponent seemed to be uninjured. The moment he fell to the ground, he climbed up with his sword and blocked with his blade.

The surface of the wolf-patterned plate armor that had been dented in the fierce battle, bloomed with a green magic pattern covering the armor, and then slowly dissipated. Canis roared angrily: "Another damn witchcraft! So you are the wizard of the Farolis family?"

Listening to the dense galloping of horses behind him, Leon responded with a slash.

He swung his sword and tangled with the enemy again.

But he knew in his heart that he had indeed underestimated the difficulty of this Gunnar family knight.

The opponent's martial arts were not weaker than Baron Doson who activated the boiling heart.

Even if the magic blessing of the Neti card had not dissipated, he still couldn't compete with the opponent in a short time.

And the cavalry who came back to support the enemy behind him stepped over a distance of dozens of meters, which was only ten seconds for the warhorse.

Now that all the trump cards were revealed, Leon's mood fell to the bottom.

And just as he made a desperate decision in silence, not far to his left, even the ears sealed under the dull helmet could hear the horse's hooves from another direction.

Kicking out the steel boots with boiling power, Leon knocked Canis, who was blocking with a sword, and his feet slid on the mud, leaving two long dents.

He was sweating all over and took this brief respite to look back through the gap in his visor.

He took a quick look and saw that his own cavalry, which was less than ten people, led by Knight Redo, bypassed the main formation of the Wolf Leaders, which was arranged like a hedgehog with spears, and rushed here.

The heavy cavalry squad that attacked from the flank collided with the Wolf Leaders' cavalry formation that attacked from behind.

The Wolf Leaders' cavalry, who hurried back to rescue their master, could not even form an effective formation to fight against the foreign army.

Looking back, Leon was relieved to completely hand over the enemy to his trusted companions.

Even if the enemy was still outnumbered.

Even if the Wolf Leaders' cavalry, who had just left the melee, would only be delayed for a moment.

But this was enough, and he no longer doubted his victory.

Because behind him, the petite figure with a white horse and a single spear was rushing out of the line alone.

And before the enemy's cavalry gathered to help.

It would not be a very difficult challenge for Olivia to defeat the Wolf Knight in front of her together.

"I will return what I said just now, Canis."

Leon put his sword on his hands and responded with the same threat from under his mask in a high voice: "You have been defeated, surrender, and I will spare your life!"