Throne of the North

Among the fifty cavalrymen, at least fifteen had their horses pierced by spears and fell to the ground by the huge impact force. However, even so, there were only seven or eight serf soldiers around who dared to rush up to finish them off.

This resulted in only five knights dying at this moment. With the strong physique brought by the breathing technique, they adapted to the dizziness of falling to the ground suddenly. Even though they were lying on the ground in pain, the knights' long swords in their hands cut off the legs of the serfs who surrounded them.

"Ah!!!!"

The wails on the ground came one after another, with the pain of the horses, the roars of the knights, and more of the fear of the serfs who lost their arms and legs.

The time on the battlefield changed rapidly. The cavalrymen who were picked off their horses were besieged by many serf soldiers, and the other cavalrymen who reacted in the back rushed over to rescue their companions.

At this time, on the side of the battlefield, Brand led hundreds of majestic cavalrymen into the battlefield of the serf soldiers. The knights' lances, accompanied by the charge of the war horses, almost linked the serfs together. Many knights were not strong enough to throw them away, so they could only drop the knights' lances and draw out the knights' swords to start slashing.

But for Brand at the front, the war made his blood boil. The shadow of the stag was looming, and the fighting spirit was magnificent. He roared, and the three-meter-long knight's lance in his palm was raised. The three or five soldiers pierced by the lance were shaken by the terrible force and directly torn into pieces. The bloody flesh scattered everywhere, making the surrounding infantry who were already terrified almost insane.

"Charge!"

To capture the thief, first capture the king. In such a war, Brand led hundreds of cavalrymen directly towards Baron Roche. Looking at the cavalry rushing towards him, Baron Roche was horrified and screamed in fear.

"Quick, stop them, stop them!"

"If you can't stop them, all of you will die, stop them!"

Faced with the appearance of the cavalry, the half-time trained soldiers under Baron Roche were still stable in their steps. They did not flee like serf soldiers. They raised their spears, but they miscalculated Brand's strength.

Brand, the peak of the bronze knight, was probably no less powerful than the weaker silver knight. What made these soldiers even more desperate was that the knight's spear in the opponent's hand swept across at the most critical moment, directly throwing their weapons aside, and then the charging warhorse hit their chests with a force of thousands of pounds.

The bones sank at this moment, and the soldiers flying in the air knocked down more soldiers. When those soldiers wanted to get up, what appeared in front of them was a large shadow and the iron hooves of the warhorse.

Boom!

The charge of the knight legion was so devastating. On the battlefield of cold weapons, this was the most unsolvable power.

At the rear, Baron Roche's cavalry also rushed back at this time. Between saving their cavalry companions and saving their own baron master, they chose the latter.

"Don't fight!"

Brand roared, and then the entire cavalry army split into two in tacit understanding, evacuating in the east and west directions of the battlefield.

When their tail also rushed out of the crowd of infantry, Baron Roche's cavalry finally arrived, but before people and horses could catch their breath, the leading knight screamed in horror.

"Don't stop! Rush out!"

However, it was too late. Facing the infantry phalanx of their own camp, the cavalry had inevitably chosen to slow down. When they heard the leader's voice, they had heard the roar of the iron hooves of the war horses trampling on the ground.

They were very familiar with this sound. Many times before, they had run like this. It was the movement brought by the war horses going all out and not retaining any physical strength. Every time the huge weight trampled on the ground, it would leave a hoof print that could stand up a wooden pole.

They turned their heads and saw cavalry charging towards them. There were fifty cavalry on each side of the east and west, surrounding them and the surrounding infantry in the middle.

At this moment, the infantry were all around, and these cavalry who had stopped could no longer speed up again. They returned to save their noble lords, but they also put their army in a desperate situation.

At this moment, Brand's target changed from Baron Roche to these cavalry and the infantry who were confused by the cavalry.

The wind was whistling in their ears, but the hot blood was echoing in the body of each knight. When they rushed towards the enemy in front again after more than ten seconds, the sharpness of the knight's sword instantly cut off the heads of those knights who were as tall as them but not as fast as them.

"Kill!"

Two cavalry teams of forty or fifty people cut the huge battlefield into three parts. They charged with all their strength without any pause. It was not until the sound of the iron hooves of the war horses faded away that the surviving soldiers came to their senses.

Strong fear surged in their hearts, and these soldiers no longer cared about the whistling and roaring around them, or in such chaos and fear, they could not hear the orders at all, and began to run towards the place they thought was safe.

Brandler in the distance turned his horse's head, not intending to expand the victory, but looked at the noble baron.

Without resting, the horse's blood was constantly decreasing, and he wanted to take this opportunity to end the war.

"Charge!"

The trampling of iron hooves on the battlefield was like the whisper of the god of death. The soldiers who were in fear did not dare to stand in front of the cavalry. In fact, the calm breathing sound under the mask ended, and Brand also came to Baron Roche. The knight's sword in his hand fell, and the tall horse head broke. The blood gushed out like a column and sprinkled on his cold armor, and also fell on Baron Roche's face that was so terrified that he fainted directly.

It is unknown whether Baron Roche was really fainted or the standard attitude among nobles. In short, when he woke up in Baron Hatton's castle, the baron started bargaining.

"I am willing to pay the ransom, I am willing to pay the ransom."

Looking at the stinking environment around him, Baron Roche fainted again, and his whole face was submerged in the dark filth.

When he woke up for the second time, Baron Roche was also cleaned up, and there was not much smell on his body, but Baron Hatton, in his constant joy, still shook his hand in front of his nose without hesitation.

This made Baron Roche fall into great humiliation.

"Baron Hatton, you are insulting a noble aristocrat of the Empire!"

"Baron Roche should first think about how much gold coins he plans to use to redeem his freedom. Oh, and Lord Water."

On the side, Ryan said calmly, causing Roche's eyes to shift from Hatton's face to Ryan.

"Lord of the Frozen Territory, Baron Ryan, everyone underestimates you."