Not a Witch

"Fire! Fire!" Under the dark city wall, Crancia's soldiers aimed at the monster above their heads and fired bullets, forcing the opponent to fly high, giving their mages a chance to dodge.

In the cold rain, the two sides began to fight around the city wall like this. People kept falling down, but there were still soldiers on Clancia's side to keep up.

So, until dawn.

The morale of the defenders in the city finally collapsed, and they began to flee and retreat. They surrounded the earl and evacuated to another city gate.

"Don't let them go!" In the early morning mist, a group of armored cavalry passed through the city gate and fled in the northeast direction, with the voices of Clancia soldiers behind them.

"Oh, just wait."

Earl Timberwolf swung his whip fiercely and accelerated forward.He sent a message when he was attacked last night, and reinforcements should be arriving by now.The opponent is a well-known legion commander in the empire. Although he looks down on his background, he still trusts his combat ability.

The horseshoes stepped on the dewy grass, and the mist in the air made people feel slightly chilled.

Suddenly, a sound of neat horseshoes came from the mist, which startled the pedestrians. Could it be that the pursuers had already surrounded them from the front?

Amid the anxiety, those pitch-black figures suddenly jumped out of the mist. The armor covering the whole body was incomparably black steel, and their faces were also shrouded in layers of grid-like helmets. These cavalrymen held red and black dark blood cavalry The gun came from the fog, like a terrifying army from hell.

"Darcy." whispering this hateful and fearful name, Earl Timberwolf waved his arms, asking his attendants to report the situation quickly.

"Understood." A resolute man pulled down his mask, and then raised his right hand. In that short moment, he could even hear the sound of the air being pulled out.

"Blood Spear Knights, move forward!" The voice was like thunder.

"drink!"

A group of cavalry responded loudly, and then they began to accelerate, faster and faster, like black and red afterimages passing through the fog.

These horsemen from hell raced towards the lost city.

While the Crancia soldiers were still dealing with the resistance in the city and cleaning the battlefield, these cavalry suddenly rushed into the city, and the lances in their hands directly pierced the soldiers, tore them apart in the air, and then beheaded them.

The situation in the city was also suddenly reversed at this moment. These cavalry regiments from the central part of the empire were elite regiments directly under the royal family. Under the leadership of the famous general Darcy, they changed the situation on the battlefield like a broken bamboo.

Chapter 31 The Battlefield in Memories ([-])

In the cold morning fog, the horseshoes made of steel smashed the gravel on the ground, carrying high-speed impact, the red and black lance rushed through the fog, piercing through the soldiers in front of them like red and black lightning.The tip of the spear was slightly slanted upward, and it directly tore the opponent apart with the help of the impact force of the cavalry.

These direct elite cavalry from the central part of the empire are each equipped with high-level extraordinary weapons and armor, which can be said to be armed to the teeth. Even if some muskets shoot head-on, they can only hit sporadic sparks and cannot stop their progress.

After rushing into the city, the Knights of Blood Spears organized into several squads in an orderly manner, shuttled through the streets, pierced and tore apart the foreseen Clancia soldiers, and dragged the corpses as if they had painted the ground with blood-red paint.They are highly professional soldiers, extremely ruthless, with a firm will like steel, and strictly follow discipline.

In just ten minutes or so, the streets in the city were strewn with corpses, and other Crancia soldiers had to retreat to some strongholds to garrison, and this also separated them.

Faced with such a situation, Darcy was not surprised. He stood still in the central open space of the city, waved again, and asked his subordinates to stop temporarily.

"Let the follow-up troops handle the scene, and the others will follow me."

"Yes!" The Herald Knight replied.

Immediately, the two black and red knights rode military horses to inform the auxiliary legion that arrived behind, and then Darcy led the members of the Blood Gun Knights directly across the city from the central street, and went straight to the garrison outside the city of Kelancia.

Between releasing and receiving, these cavalry were efficient and orderly, and the imperial officers who watched the battle couldn't help but sigh. They are indeed the most shining generals of the empire.

On the rain-soaked field, these black and red cavalry stepped across the muddy grass and headed straight for Clancia's garrison.

Because of the previous attack, there are currently only a small number of guards in the garrison, and the defense is not sufficient. No one expected such a sudden situation.After all, half an hour ago, there was good news from the city. They were cleaning the battlefield, removing the remnants, and preparing to take over the work. I didn't expect everything to change so quickly.

The horses and fences lined up in front of the camp were directly trampled by these fast-moving cavalrymen, and the wood chips and debris splashed on the guards' faces, causing pain.They raised their muskets and fired at the oncoming enemies, but the bullets shot into the mist without any response.

Those black and red cavalrymen who stepped on the mud in the morning fog ignored this weak attack and directly smashed the obstacles encountered on the path. They stepped over the blocked corpses, and their blood-stained spears tore apart the tents in the camp , Many support personnel were easily harvested like wheat, blood was splashed in the cold wind, and a large number of supplies were also turned into torches during the raid, burning up bursts of thick smoke.

In front of the command post in the middle, the guards who couldn't retreat formed a steel shield wall. Long spears and magic crystal guns protruded from the shield, like hedgehogs, and kept firing.

Short blazes burst out from the muzzle of the gun from time to time, and the enchanted scarlet gold bullets shot at the cavalry's armor, shooting out bloody flowers and flames.

Different from ordinary muskets, these guards all have elite magic crystal guns manufactured by the alchemy workshop, and now they have finally caused casualties to these black and red cavalry.

However, the number of such magic crystal guns is still too small, and reloading is also a problem.

After a round of firing, these swift and ruthless cavalry arrived in an instant, and Darcy was the first.

The body of the spear made of extraordinary blood steel made a frightening arc in the hands of the star, and then stabbed forward. The tip of the spear flashed like flowers blooming and seven gun flowers, directly piercing through the obstacles in front, His shield, long spear, magic crystal gun, and body were cut and pierced into pieces.

Then the iron hoof stepped over the fragments and debris on the ground, and went straight into it, tearing apart the defensive front in an instant.Before the garrison commander had time to issue an order, these powerful cavalry began a new round of slaughter.

After a few breaths, General Antar fell unwillingly in a pool of blood, holding the drawn hilt tightly in his hand, but unfortunately his neck had been pierced and he could no longer speak.

Shaking off the blood on the tip of the gun, Darcy stood in the camp of Crancia and looked back. Behind him stood a group of black and red knights who had been cleaned up, and the ground was full of corpses of Clancia officers.

"Let's go." He got on his horse and stopped paying attention to the dead bodies on the ground.

"promise."

Later, more flames ignited in the camp, and the barracks, which originally housed tens of thousands of people, also ignited raging flames in the thick smoke, drying the cold dew on the grass.

With his back to these flames, this black and red cavalry is ready to set off again, to the next battlefield.

But at this moment, a sobbing and desolate horn sounded from a distance, and then an extremely heavy sound of horseshoes was also conveyed from the ground under his feet.

Darcy looked at the other side of the field in surprise, he raised his hand, and temporarily stopped his plan to leave.

"Standby, ready to fight."

"Yes!"

A group of thousands of black and red cavalry lined up on the hill, watching the direction where the sound was approaching.

Some tall figures appeared in the morning mist, and among these figures, the red-faced banner was particularly eye-catching.

It is different from the rose-like bright red of the Canghong Empire, nor is it the dark red of Pascal's red and black combination. This kind of red seems to be dyed with plant stems and leaves. It is simple and precipitated, and has a rustic feeling that is resistant to wear .

Suddenly, those figures burst out of the morning mist and appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The two-meter-high heavy horses carried orcs in heavy armor. They held giant axes and halberds, and wore scarlet cloaks behind them. They came through the fog and mud.

These warriors from the prairie belonged to the parade legion of the Crimson Flame, and they were built in imitation of the parade knights of the Mad Fang Empire, but now they have a completely different look from the past.

In order to maintain the stability of the grassland and establish a new, unified and just order, they are elite orcs carefully selected from various tribes. It has a very high military quality.

In order to commemorate the great achievements of Alani, the daughter of fire, the cloaks they used were all dyed with the rhizome of nasi red clover, like a warm and peaceful flame, guarding this cold and barren world.

When these legions with iron will and discipline appeared, the morning mist seemed to be burning like a flame, and slowly dissipated, showing this legion with the name of flame in the eyes of the world.

They lined up in a tidy formation like waves, and the two-meter-high Mirhua heavy horse weighed nearly 900 kilograms, and each cavalry was dressed in heavy armor and heavy soldiers, like a heavy tank, forming an undulating wall of red flames to attack the enemy. Push in.As the horseshoes stepped over, the ground also left deep pits, making a trembling hoofbeat.

These orc cavalrymen riding brown and gray heavy horses panted heavily and spit out bursts of white mist from the gaps in their helmets. Through a narrow field of vision, their gray-blue pupils stared at the group of black and red enemies in front of them.

Facing this powerful enemy, these orcs did not have the fanatical and ignorant temperament of the past at all, but were calm and quiet, so quiet that it was chilling.

"Chi Yan, line up!" The heavy battle axes were raised high, and these cavalrymen in the red cloaks changed positions during the movement. In a few seconds, sharp triangular arrows also appeared in the wilderness.

As the extraordinary cores in the body were fully functioning, the orc cavalry in the wilderness were like flames, forming a crimson ocean, undulating and spreading with the heights of the wilderness.

"Admirable opponent, let's go."

Darcy held up the shining black and red lance, jumped down from the hill on his horse, and led the cavalry behind him like a long and narrow black sword, stabbing straight at the enemy's formation.

Facing the sea of ​​crimson flames sweeping across the earth, they had even faster speed and piercing power. Under the leadership of the general, they rushed towards the sweeping lava waves like vigorous and fierce black dragons.

Chapter 32 The Organ Resounds

The eyes followed the sharp red and black gun tip and continued to advance, piercing the coldness in the air. During the high-speed movement, the surroundings became blurred. The heat, the gray-blue pupils revealed in the steel, are becoming more and more within reach.

The two groups of knights charging at high speed on the ground collided with all their strength like giant hammers and sharp swords, bursting out violent sparks and sound waves.

The high-speed stabbing lance is like a wandering poisonous snake red letter, piercing the thick armor in an instant, bringing hot blood, and piercing from behind.

There was a muffled groan under the armor covering the face, and then the big thick hand held the spear on the chest, and then swung down the giant axe.The heavy giant ax hit the opponent's head with a whistling sound, smashing the armor and the head to pieces, and exploded like a tomato. Blood splashed into the armor covering the face, eliciting a panting sound of hatred.

Pulling out the piercing bloody spear from his chest, the orc braced his body, stepped forward again, and opened his arms to meet a cavalryman approaching at high speed, allowing the sharp spear to pierce his chest, and then swung down the heavy With his huge axe, he split the opponent with his horse in half.

"Haha." The blood foam gushing from his mouth overflowed from the gap in the armor, and he tried to keep his eyes open, looking for the next opponent in the narrow and blurred field of vision, so that he could kill one more enemy before he died.

Facing these heavy orc heavy cavalry, the first charge of the Blood Spear Knights caused a large number of casualties. Thousands of elite orc cavalry were directly pierced by spears like blood bags, and fell on the cold grass and in the mud.

But their sacrifices were not worthless. After killing the first row of cavalry, the impact of the Blood Gun Knights was exhausted by the heavy body and armor, and then the orcs holding the lances also began to die. Counterattack, the heavy giant ax splits the heads of each and every one, letting them sleep with me in this wilderness.

Clang, the giant ax slashed across the helmet fiercely, scratching long spark scratches on it, and directly knocking it into the air.

The blood gun knight who lost his helmet, his surprised and shocked face was exposed in the air, looking at the tall figure in front of him, who was holding the spear tightly on his chest before dying, and then fell down.Losing his weapon and speed, he was quickly surrounded and killed by the orcs coming from behind, and died under the chaotic halberds and heavy axes.

Such scenes were constantly being staged in the wilderness. After the two elite cavalry charged against each other, the degree of danger and cruelty would only be more intense than that of ordinary cavalry.

The two sides ran and collided with each other on the grass, boiling blood splashed from time to time, one after another companions or enemies fell on the grass that was still wet in the morning dew.

"Turn right." Dalsey swept across the front with a blood gun in his hand, picked up the head of an orc, and then ordered loudly to let the subordinates behind him accelerate again, adjust the direction and formation.

He led the cavalry behind him to attack in a high-speed formation around the place, and kept cutting this powerful army from the side and back while temporarily avoiding its peak.

But this time it was not as smooth as before. These well-trained orc cavalry strictly obeyed the command, lined up closely, and kept approaching and attacking with a slow but unstoppable momentum, while the two sides were constantly reducing their numbers.

The spear slashed across the axe, making sharp sparks. When the Knights of the Blood Guns lost nearly a quarter of their personnel, Darcy began to consciously adjust his strategy. He looked for opportunities, and after charging again, he took the direction the people came from. Turn around and prepare to retreat.

He is not an irrational commander. After realizing that this enemy army cannot be easily swallowed, he will temporarily avoid its edge and look for its weakness and opportunity later.

There was a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground, and after another confrontation, the black and red cavalry turned collectively, changed their course quickly and separated from the orc cavalry, and they broke through to one side.

In the open field, a small group of people blocked the only way.

At the head is a figure with curved horns. She is riding on a tall horse, holding a simple and complicated copper-colored spear in her hand. On the gun is engraved with complex mantras like scriptures.

Facing the black and red cavalry that broke out from the encirclement, the Yangjiao general raised his palms and performed it together with other shamans beside him.

Crimson flames emerged from the side of his body like silk threads. These flames seemed to come from the void, gathering bit by bit from the wandering state to the streamer-like silk threads, swaying with the wind.

'I hear a signal from the flames, all sorrows will be reduced to ashes in crimson'

These incomparably hot, distorted threads of flame became extremely insolent in the surge of incantations, and after the last trace of sparks melted in, they twisted wantonly like a mad snake and then expanded suddenly.

Dozens...

hundreds of...

thousands....

The crimson threads of flame charged wildly across the field like tens of thousands of snakes. They tore through the atmosphere, distorted sight, and burned the ground.

These flame snakes are like fiery red iron wires, cutting the armor, weapons, and body they touch, gasifying them instantly in the high temperature, and cutting them.

Facing the sudden casualties, Darcy's pupils under the mask turned cold, and the blood gun in his hand was tightly held by a strong arm, and then shot out like a meteor.

The black and red spear instantly plowed a gully in the field, piercing through the Yangjiao general, and the bloody spear flew into the sky behind.