Throne of the North

[Spirituality: 13090]

[Divinity: Blessing of the Deer Spirit]

The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves, falling on the ground in patches, and the shimmering leaves made the sunlight full of vitality and activity on the earth.

It seemed that he was listening to the firm whisper.

"I will bless you in the name of the deer spirit."

"Follow me, defend my honor, and protect my life."

Ryan stretched out his finger and tapped the forehead of the soldier in front of him.

At this moment, five hundred soldiers knelt on one knee in front of him, looking at Ryan with fanatical eyes, and also shocked by the power surging in their bodies.

"Respected Lord, my master, I swear to be your soldier forever and your sword."

"I will be loyal to you until death ends."

"Winter cannot freeze my faith, and the morning light witnesses my protection."

One soldier roared in a low voice, as if a stag was watching devoutly.

But soon, they felt a strong sense of hunger.

The blessing of the deer spirit allows them to have the physique of ordinary apprentice knights without training, but this blessing also makes them extremely hungry. They suddenly gain strength, but their blood and qi are difficult to match those knights and servants of Ryan at this time.

"I firmly believe in your loyalty, and all you need is to fight for me. If you win this war, you will get rid of all the shackles of the past, become my servants, and witness the peak of this world with me."

Ryan raised the long sword in his hand and asked these 500 soldiers to eat all the dry food of his army.

This will still be very hungry, but it can prevent them from suffering from hunger and death.

It can only be said that no matter which world it is, the lives at the bottom have precious experience of starvation.

"The number of enemies is more than ours, but I believe you have felt your own strength, you are stronger than them, you have a bright future, you will-kill them!"

"Then-survive!"

An excellent general must be an excellent orator. Whether he is an art student or a noble, he must be able to give chicken soup.

"We will defeat all enemies, and we will have everything we want!"

"Dreams will appear in reality!"

So, when Artel was about to charge into the forest with thousands of troops, he saw ferocious and bloodthirsty faces, like beasts that were about to eat them, shouting some words they couldn't understand and rushing towards them.

"Kill!"

"Victory belongs to us, gloriously crowned lord!"

Including Lien's army, a total of 1,300 soldiers rushed towards Artel's army fearlessly. These soldiers, who were originally slaves, burst out with terrible power at this moment, killing the enemies in front of them, and almost in a short time, they broke through the formation of the slave soldiers on the opposite side.

In such a frenzy, the soldiers on the opposite side were of course defeated step by step, and even those regular troops who suddenly came into contact were all confused, how could it be their turn to appear on the battlefield all of a sudden.

Their hands were tense. To put it bluntly, they were just half-time soldiers. They trained for a few days every month, looked a bit good, and had better equipment. But they were just civilians, farmers.

At this moment, looking at the frozen army that was rushing towards them, some soldiers actually dropped their weapons and ran away in panic.

Thousands of troops were almost collapsing at this moment. The panicked sounds of running away on the chaotic battlefield had to avoid the sounds of fighting.

"Those who run away will be burned at the stake!"

A turbid roar almost covered the movement of the entire battlefield. Beside Atel, the two hundred extraordinary soldiers finally went out. Under the leadership of Ash, the giant axe chopped forward. No matter the enemy or the soldiers who fled back in panic, they were all within the range of the giant axe.

On the other side, in the forest, Ryan rode a warhorse, followed by his knight attendants, who only had more than 170 people left.

"If we want to win this war, we still have to kill those barbarians and defeat the 1,000 or so regular soldiers."

Ryan didn't need to say much to these soldiers. They were his knight attendants, and he was naturally their noble lord and the object of loyalty. They were Ryan's absolute supporters.

At this moment, the 178 knight attendants were silent, and even the war horses only snorted a few times.

They held a shield in one hand and a sharp knight's sword in the other. As the war horses under Ryan's seat in front slowly moved forward, they followed closely.

The eyes of the war horses under everyone were covered by cloth strips, and they moved forward according to the reins in their hands until they finally ran wildly at the edge of the forest.

The war horses rushed out of the forest, carrying an unparalleled momentum and charging forward. There was no army of their own in front of them, only chaotic enemies.

"Kill!"

Roaring loudly, the heavy power of the war horses knocked the soldiers in front away, and then the trampling of the war horses turned the flesh and blood into mud.

An army composed of people is definitely not a machine. When the cavalry appeared, the enemy would rather choose to fight with the 1,300 infantry than face the cavalry without any chance. Soon, the roar brought by the cavalry made their front become wider.

More than one hundred extraordinary soldiers rushed directly to the position where Atel was, where two hundred barbarians were killing Ryan's army with overwhelming advantage.

The arrival of the cavalry, even the barbarians had to fear, the terrible power brought by the warhorse charge was even stronger than them.

Boom! ! !

The slow-moving barbarians could not avoid the charge, but they also became violent, waving the giant axes in their hands to fight with the cavalry.

"Glory will eventually belong to us!"

Brand roared, directly passed Ryan, staring at a barbarian with the strength of a silver knight in front of him.

He bent down to the same level as the horse's head, and the shield in his hand exuded a rich blood-red aura. Indistinctly, the appearance of the stag spirit covered the shield.

The knight's combat skill, the stag shield, was now added to the shield. The solid defense blocked the giant axe that was chopped down, and then the unparalleled power brought by the warhorse charge knocked the barbarian out.

In the back, more than a hundred cavalrymen did the same, holding shields to block the barbarian's axe, letting the impact of the warhorse charge through the barbarian army.

"Kill!"

Ryan's strength was equally terrible, and the knight's long sword in his hand tore the head of a barbarian.

The cavalry army of only more than a hundred people cut through two hundred barbarians, killed nearly twenty barbarians, and appeared at the other end of the battlefield.

"Get off the horse!"

Brand shouted, and before the warhorse turned around, the whole person had already jumped to the ground, and then quickly turned around, holding a long sword and shield to face the barbarian army that turned around.

In less than half a minute, the original more than a hundred cavalrymen had turned into infantry and formed a square formation of ten people standing on the ground. They walked in a uniform rhythm, and stared at the barbarian army in front of them with blood boiling.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

When the two sides were only ten meters away, all the barbarians roared like beasts and killed Ryan's army.

At the same time, with Brand as the center, the majestic knights' blood and energy were raging, gathering the blood and energy of the army. At this moment, an illusory stag appeared on the surface of the army. It had a mysterious face and let out a low roar.

"Kill!"