The Legend of Fatality

This is like a scene bestowed by God that made King Fernando Habbs pray to the **** he believed in his heart, thanking him for his grace.

The enemy's left wing was dragged by the Cantonian allies on its right. Although the enemy's right wing penetrated the left of the Margarita army, but because the trench was deep and wide, only a few of the best horses could jump. However, most cavalry cannot do this, so there are only a few Burtanian knights on the left.

The height brings a clearer vision. King Fernando Habs also noticed that the enemy ’s strength seems to be much less than expected. His ally, Cantonia, does not have much strength, except for the amazing number. In addition to the light cavalry, there are not enough infantry to support them.

So, King Charles put all the soldiers into his right wing, which is the left wing of Margarita. King Fernando Habbus let the mount fly higher. From here, he could see that the left wing battlefield of King Margarita ’s coalition was full of fire and smoke, which affected his vision, but at the same time he also noticed There is a blood-red figure on the wall of the Billy Barrier at the extreme position of the field of vision, which is attacking the wall.

This puzzled him a bit. Has the left already taken the advantage and started attacking Bill Bally City? But on the battlefield, it seems that the line of defense of the artificial river has been broken, and the Ruen are even retreating. However, King Fernando Habs understood that, in terms of the number of enemies faced by the Margaritas and Cantonians, it is almost impossible for the Fatalians and Runes to gain an advantage on the battlefield, unless the wizards of Fatalin Some gods can be summoned.

For Margarita, the only threat on the battlefield was King Charlie. The King of Burtania, regardless of danger, rushed directly into Margarita's encirclement and tried to attack the weakest point of the offensive line. But he is now surrounded by Margarita's soldiers. Although Fernando Habs, who had seen King Charles Wu Yong, did not think that someone could kill him, as long as he was forced to retreat, the winning side of this battle was also his own.

King Fernando-Habbs was not sure whether he should carry out the plan of the Earl of Cordoba, but he still reversed the direction of the mount and began to fly back toward the viewing platform. While flying, he waved his flag and issued the previous agreement. signal of.

Tattersall stood about six feet behind the high-level mage Teschelen. The tower was covered with pyrotechnic marks, the flagpole was creaking, the flag of the Maraz Empire fluttered in the wind, but on the city wall In the room, the air is calm. To her west, the Zerg Mountains stood on the horizon, like a damaged arm, pointing northward to the city of Ginabaris. The Zerg Mountains extend to the south, intertwined with the Tallinn Mountains, and extend about a thousand li to the east. To her right is the Levi Plain covered with yellow weeds.

The Earl of Cordoba stood on a tens of feet high viewing platform, which was modified by a building car. He looked at the heralds below who kept sending messages and orders, and the wounded and sick who kept sending here. The roar of commands and the moans of soldiers came up. The commander of the Margarita Allied Forces remained silent and motionless. A small wooden table stayed quietly on his left. The wooden table was covered with nicks and holes, and the surface was covered with strange dark markings. A dozen flags were placed on it to convey his orders.

Tension seemed to be brewing in the heart of the Earl of Cordoba. The scene of King Margarita's almost death made him guilty, and he could not predict what would happen next.

"Sir, your majesty sent a signal." The adjutant standing beside him whispered.

Count Cordoba was startled, frowned, and stepped closer to the edge of the stand. Take out the telescope and look at the king flying in the sky. The familiar figure is flying here, waving the flag of the coalition commander in his hand to send out the agreed signal.

He moved the telescope down and observed the battlefield. Even at this distance, he could recognize King Charles of Burtania, and the light in the sky followed him closely. He is taller than the knights around him and impressive. His armor has a strange luster, and his eyes are disturbing, shining with some kind of sacred light. He stared intently at the earl of Cordoba.

"Oh?" He pretended to respond with no interest.

"Surprisingly, Burtania's troops were surrounded." The adjutant said, turning to stare at the coalition commander, "just as His Majesty led the defeated soldiers back to the battlefield."

Without waiting for the adjutant to go on, Count Cordoba showed a smile on his face and reached out to pat his shoulder. "Come on, I need to execute the plan. Let's start right away." He walked to the wooden table. "Istania's fate line twists and turns, like a strange labyrinth. I am confused again and again. "He took a golden flag from the wooden table, handed it to his adjutant, and then looked up." "King Margarita," he said clearly, "will soon become King of Istania."

The adjutant turned out the flag, his fingers rubbing against the flag. Icy, a heavy and delicate feeling. He raised the flag high and waved it back and forth.

The Margarita line was crumbling under the impact of the Burtanian knights, but it was still not defeated, but soon after the adjutant of the Earl of Cordoba waved his flag, the soldiers on the defense line began to retreat The weak position gave way.

The knights of Burtania took the opportunity to rush straight over and charge towards the viewing platform, where only the last more than two thousand Margarita's euphorians guarded. Both parties know that ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is Margarita's command center. As long as you break here, the Margarita coalition will completely fail. No matter how many soldiers are left on the battlefield, their next choice is only Surrender or die.

Then the Earl of Cordoba picked up a black banner and handed it to his adjutant. When he gave the flag to the lieutenant he said to himself. "The rotating coin keeps ringing."

The adjutant took the flag and watched the Britannia knights getting closer and closer, waving wildly over his head.

Several soldiers standing not far from the viewing platform saw the black flag, turned around and grabbed the long-established horn, took a deep breath, and then blew the horn. A loud and long voice erupted from the horn and spread from here to the entire battlefield.

There was a faint sound of horse hissing from the distance, gradually approaching like thunder, and then it seemed to reach below, like the earth under the feet swallowing that loud noise. Soon, the voice came out again, right behind the earl of Cordoba. He felt himself nodding. "The blood on his hands is not his own, and the crime was not committed by him. The cloth covering his eyes is wet."

The adjutant stood on the platform, hesitated, and then continued to wave the flag. He heard the warhorse hissing and skimmed past the soles of his feet, which was not an illusion.