After Becoming The Tyrant

Ancient Rondian heavy cavalry descended from sea barbarians, they are shadows that roam the land.

They often appear as mercenaries on the fringe battlefields of various countries.

□□It lost its effect, its whereabouts have been exposed, and the heavy cavalry of Gulundi no longer hide their figures.

The heavy cavalry hung the hard bow on their backs again, and held the heavy and terrifyingly long iron spear in one hand, and did not rush to charge.There is a small wetland between them and the negotiating mission.They spread out and skirted the edge of the wetlands.

They slowly distanced themselves from each other, stretching enough to cast iron spears without stabbing their companions.At the same time, it is also to exert psychological pressure on its prey.

Of course they don't have to rush to attack.

Ordinary war horses are no match for Gulundi's war horses.In front of the Gulundi heavy cavalry.Running away will only turn into a puddle of flesh faster, and fighting is tantamount to throwing one's life on the tip of the black iron spear.

"Oh God……"

Someone in the negotiating mission let out a desperate cry.Someone just got off the carriage, and when he heard the bad news, he sat on the ground paralyzed.

Someone held the silver cross tremblingly, and began to pray for the blessing of the gods.

But today is the death of St. Val, today's God does not forgive the world.

"Your Majesty! Please leave!"

The knight commander waved his hand, and the oath knights in iron armor swarmed around the king. They used steel shields to erect a seemingly impregnable city wall—in fact, everyone knew how futile the defense was.

"We are here to guard you! Please leave immediately! Your Majesty!"

"Leave? Where are you going?!"

The king sneered.

He pointed to the Moon River Fortress behind him.

"Go begging for mercy from Legrand's enemies!"

The knight commander lowered his head and didn't speak, but his expression already revealed his meaning:

He really hoped that he could buy time for the king, so that the king could return to Moon River Fortress.Blacy and Legrand have just signed a treaty, as long as they enter Moon River Fortress, the king will be safe.

—— Even being a prisoner of Blacy is better than being trampled into mud by heavy cavalry!

Almost everyone thinks so.

Everyone present was silent, expressing silent approval with silence.

The king was furious.

"The Qiangwei family has never produced a captured king before, and there will never be one in the future, let alone now!" The king reined in the reins, and pointed his long sword at the Moore knight in the crowd, "Come here!"

The knight of Moore rode forward.

The King threw the contract to the Knight of More, his face still clouded with terrible anger: "Take this and give it to the Duke of Buckingham."

"Follow your orders!"

Knight Moore accepted the heavy peace agreement, and suddenly something stuck in his throat.

"You guys, go over there, bypass here, go down the branch river, don't go to Tru, go directly to Seln! Now, take these idiots and get out of here!"

The king looked down on the officials who rolled out of their carriages and climbed onto their horses in dismay.

No one knows when the king had a clear understanding of the terrain of the surrounding towns and roads.

Only the three of Moore were shocked.

At the king's request, they described this in detail in that report, but it was too lengthy.They even mixed together all the dizzyingly detailed materials out of hostility and indignation... No one thought that the king really read them all and remembered them firmly.

"His Majesty!"

The Chief of Internal Affairs knocked out of the crowd and knelt heavily on the ground.

"Give me your cloak! Please let me stay in your place, Your Majesty!"

"Why?" The king smiled, his gaze slashed across the pale face of the Chief of Internal Affairs, "Do you think you are more noble than Legrand's monarch?!"

The Chief of Internal Affairs looked sadly at the young king he had taken care of for more than ten years.

"Take him."

The king no longer went to see the steward, but he gave orders to the three knights of More.He stood in the wind, and the scarlet cloak was rolled up by the wind, like the raging waves on the sea of ​​blood.His pale blue eyes were seven points colder than ice.

Knight Moore dragged the Kneeling Chief of Internal Affairs onto his horse.

"roll!"

the king ordered.

He turned his horse's head and stood side by side with his oath knights, without looking at the fleeing crowd again.

"For the glory of Rose!"

Knight Moore shouted out the motto and led the others to rush out.

The king and his sworn knights formed a wall on the grassy crest.Under his order, his courtiers abandoned the carriage and detoured from the other side of the grassy slope, heading for another town far away.By a fork of the Doma they would go as far as Seln, and from there they could return to the palace by another road.

The shadow of the torch has become sporadic.

The Moore knights galloped on their horses, and when they looked back, they only saw the king under the armored guard.He stood coldly and proudly, not moving a step, while the heavy cavalry who were far away from him spread out into a line, and they also stood still.This grassland and wetland became a stage and a battlefield.

Negotiating missions skim the edge of the stage.

There was still some hope that the steward could distract the king's enemies.But those terrible heavy cavalry didn't even give them the peripheral vision.

The King, the Oath Cavalry, and the Gorondian Heavy Cavalry.

They are the protagonists of this stage, and the rest are irrelevant.

The steward could vaguely see the wind blowing the king's scarlet robes, his young sovereign looking like he had come from hell.

The figure of William III overlaps with the king.

The house steward finally realized one thing:

His allegiance is no longer the arrogant and extravagant young boy, but the son of the military genius, the descendant of the crazy blood of the rose, and the monarch who has been running on the land of Legrand for generations.

His Majesty—

Born to be king.

…………

A lion hunting an elk will not care about a herd of rabbits scattered.

The heavy cavalry of Gulundi did not intercept and kill those who fled, as the king expected.The attention of the heavy cavalry was all on the most noble prey ever seen before them.

The heavy cavalry had already circled the wetland. They raised their spears high and began to howl like wild beasts.

The savagery of the barbarians of the sea boils under the armor.

They are a group of beasts, a group of ferocious beasts clad in steel.They enjoy killing and the despair of their prey before they die. They like to use the bloodiest means to slaughter their enemies.

The black cavalry line began to move forward, and when their roaring momentum reached its peak, they would charge.

Often, even before that, their enemies would have been terrified.

But tonight is an exception.

It was as if a cold iron mask hung over the king's face, and he stood in the cold wind.

His head hurt more and more, thousands of knives were scratching, and those knives were quenched.Everyone wants him dead, everyone wants him to hell.Those past events that gritted their teeth and struggled to survive came whistling.Who wants him to die...he wants someone to die!

"bring it on."

The knight commander heard his voice, which was full of ferocity and fury.

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Come on then!"

The torrential rain fell overwhelmingly, as if there was enough thrilling music for the first battle tonight.

Amidst the muffled thunder and the rain that washed over the sky and the earth, the Gulundi heavy cavalry merged into a straight line, their armor with hideous bone spurs.The heavy rain washed over their black armor and splashed, and the edge of the armor was covered with a layer of white light.

tonight-

The saint sleeps in his grave

Death follows us in the king's crown

The rose on the armor is always accompanied by blood!

The spears of the Gulundi heavy cavalry brought out streaks of silver light.

The charge begins.

………………

The horseshoes were wrapped in heavy black iron, and they stepped heavily on the muddy grass.

Gulundi's cavalry swept across the battlefield like lightning, and charged up the slightly higher grassy slope.Their eyes were relentless behind the masks of their iron helmets, and the hideous bony spurs on their armor were clearly visible.Those bone spurs are not only a decoration to deter the enemy, but also a part of the bloodthirsty weapon.

With the king's order, his knights pushed down all the empty carriages lined up on the slope.

The carriage rolled in the rain and mud, smashing at the enemies rushing upwards.

The knights of Gorondia let out a jeering cry.

The terrifying weapons in their hands, the iron guns, waved and smashed at the empty carriages facing them like a show.

The empty carriages had already rolled into the ranks of the heavy cavalry, and one by one they were smashed into pieces—those carriages that were considered solid were like paper in front of the Gulundi cavalry.Immediately after the smashed empty carriage, it was knocked out by the monster-like Gurendian warhorse in heavy armor, and fell apart in the muddy water.

Heavy horseshoes trampled over the wood and metal.

The king raised his sword high and swung it down:

"For the glory of Rose!"

"For the glory of Rose!"

The knights roared.

The rain washed heavily the troops on both sides.

With the obstruction and cover of the carriage, the king and his knights rushed out.

The king's carriage was made of oak and plated with metal. It withstood the impact of the horses and fell to the ground.It was the leader of the cavalry that blocked the charge.

The leader of the ancient heavy cavalry kept looking at the king in the scarlet cloak.

When the king rode his horse, the leader pulled the reins, and he and his horse jumped directly from the oaken carriage.In mid-air, he leaned forward, and the spear slashed down towards the king with a chilling sound.