High Magic Earth

The ground was shaking, and the ground made a rustling sound, as if a cookie was placed on the oven, waiting for the fire to roast and dry. This vibration was very slight, so slight that humans could not even detect the abnormality or tilt of the ground. . , X.

But the war horse could perceive that they began to commotion, and those ants and insects hiding in the small holes in the soil also escaped and crawled out, because if they did not go, the hiding place on which they lived would become a natural tomb. They squeezed to death inside.

The turmoil of the war horse naturally caused Sir Helens' idea. He gently soothed his close companion and quickly calculated in his heart.

It is also a battle-tested field. He naturally judged from his rich experience that there are a large number of enemy troops approaching at this time, and the number is still quite close. At this time, the situation is urgent, and every minute is precious. The order is given in minutes, maybe one more point will win.

Yes, Helens still thinks that humans are on the superior side, because the enemies are just brainless bodies, even if they sneak attack, is there any difference between the sneak attack and the frontal attack that wins by the number, anyway, as long as humans will All these ugly guys are wiped out.

If it was a raid from a human cavalry, perhaps now Helens had to consider how to regain the disadvantage, but faced a group of controlled corpses. .

Thousands of years ago, humans could drive them out of this continent and drive them to the bitter cold outside of the continent. After millennia, humans can still do it. Helens will use their own names to tell them what human heroism is. It will also be remembered by history. While chanting through the ages.

Each knight wants to squeeze into the nobility and achieve the reputation of his family. The biggest pursuit is nothing more than to be famous on the mainland. This is a small medieval world, and several Westeros city-states can be said to be the whole of the world.

And there are very few things in this world. If you don’t pursue the enjoyment and stimulation of modern life, then you are just pursuing power and money.

The Iron Throne of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms means power, and what Helens faced at the moment means fame.

No one wants to have a prestige, the name of James King's first swordsman, which exists in the legend. Heroes who resist aliens and expel ancestors are not like Helens, he is also very similar, and now he has such an opportunity.

Sir Helens, who can be jointly elected by the nobles running through the Sancha River and the Eling Valley, naturally has two sons. He has his own real talent and will not sit in this position.

His style is neither radical nor steady, he is not good at frequent tricks, nor is he quite satisfactory. It can be said that he is a very qualified army leader, and he can always find the most suitable way to win this battle in battles of all sizes. It was really safe to resist him against him.

It is not surprising that nobles and knights can choose such an excellent talent. Never underestimate the hidden backgrounds of nobles. In this world, they are very bored. The Middle Ages, which has not developed too many entertainment activities, can only keep them at hand. The study of things understands.

For example, wars, such as intrigues and power struggles, sometimes focused people are more terrible than smart people, and they often explode in incredible progress.

Without hesitation for too long, he even ordered urgently in less than three breaths at this moment, "The whole army is ready, pay attention to meet the enemy, and immediately prepares to accelerate, when they see the enemy, it is when they charge."

"We want to let these bone racks taste the reputation of the knight, let them tremble in our iron ride, and turn into powder under the charge of the cavalry, let us smooth everything in front!"

As Herrence's voice grew louder, the lower officers in charge of their cavalry squadrons immediately passed the order out, and under Herrence's order, the torrent of war like a prehistoric beast immediately moved stand up.

A team of cavalry walked through the forest with their horses in between. Some withered and sparse branches and leaves were slightly separated from their muscular bodies. They were no longer covering their bodies, like the black cheetah on the same head, walking through the forest. The sooner.

Almost everyone who can become a knight is a good player in war. They are not farmers who have knives and forks in their hands, or they have changed their skins, but in essence they have not been separated from the farmers’ town guards, and those Ordinary soldier who can't even understand the horse.

They are carefully selected. They may be passed down from generation to generation. They have enough food and nutrients to cultivate their strong knights. They even have this excellent martial arts and equipment, which is almost a world away from ordinary soldiers.

It is not nonsense that a knight can deal with three or four soldiers. If it is not a siege, he may deal with more. Under the charge of the cavalry cluster, the number has become a meaningless number. Grind everything before the iron ride into powder, never miss it.

Not to mention that most of them are private soldiers of the nobility, and those wandering in the wilderness, each of which is the existence of the old fritters in the knights. They know that their weight is heavy, and they will respond to the nobility’s call when they have enough strength, otherwise it is Die.

The galloping horses began to run in small steps. They led their masters and leaped in the vast jungle. The knights wrapped tightly around their cloaks, pressed down their bodies, and found the center of gravity. .

The branches whipped on their cloaks and helmets, making a rustling and crisp sound, and then quickly unable to support the endless cavalry, and instead completely broken.

The cavalry scattered in small groups began to intersperse in an orderly manner. Their high-speed running did not disrupt their formation or formation. Hurrying is the simplest essential skill for the knights. They are like a long snake, like an elegant Dancers interlace through the forest.

The jungle is their cover, the soil and the war horses under their feet are their galloping stage, and they are the most powerful weapons in the world.

Looking down from above, you will find that the entire forest has turned into a torrent of steel, and the trees and the cold knights are integrated. They are intertwined, as if the gears are slowly stirring.

A stream of black torrents shuttled through the forest. It seems that the whole forest is alive.

fast! Faster!

The roaring cold wind hung on the unobstructed face of Atria. The sharp wind like a blade made him hurt. But this is nothing for Atria. Although the knight's life is very good and does not need to worry too much about food, it does not mean that the knights are spoiled.

Once the knight loses the most powerful force, it means that he becomes worthless and has nothing.

Faster than this, Atria has tried on valleys and grasslands, but he needs to cherish horsepower on weekdays and can't let go. But now, under the command of the assault of the whole army, no knight has estimated these.

All knights are skilled in riding, and can maintain a good formation while running quickly. Atria is no exception. He followed his team to turn around one after another detours, bypassing the jungle. , And then complete the siege of the enemy in front.

But seriously, Atria has not yet found the shadow of the enemy.

The strong wind hit his face, making him unable to open his mouth. A strong wind will blow in his mouth, and he can only close his mouth tightly. There is no sound, but how fast the cavalry advances at full speed. The kilometer away is nothing more than a blink of an eye in their eyes. Soon, Atria found that the team's speed was a bit faster.

He was refreshed, even if he was an idiot, he knew what was happening now. Obviously they had found the enemy and the cavalry was entering the final charge stage.

"Charge! Charge!"

The sound of the knight leading them forward came from their ears. Under high-speed movement, they still maintained good physical strength and stability, and passed their voice clearly along the wind.

Atria's legs were tightly clamped to the belly of the horse. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the faint shadow in front of him, and then desperately urged the war horse under him, Cyclonus passed.

"Chong! Chong! Chong!"

The roar on the ear is getting stronger and stronger, and the entire Atria has entered a state of accelerated operation. The horse is galloping wildly, and he is still desperately continuing to urge the horse, making him seem to be a flame flying. Rush.

Nearer, closer and closer, a hundred meters away was fleeting, and the phantom in front of him quickly became clear. The gruesome face of death.

But there was no panic in Atria's heart. He seemed to be caught in some kind of enthusiasm. He held the long sword tightly in his hand, and then pulled out abruptly, rushing forward.

"The Seven Gods are with me!" he shouted.

The sound of "Bang!", the strong horse suddenly slammed the enemies in front of him, and the rotten ghoul flew a few meters away in the air. The fragile body was like a pancake, and a crisp fracture sound in the air. , It has been knocked out of shape.

The war horse is like a barbaric giant, ramming into the ghouls, as if the sharpest sharp knife cuts the softest butter cake, and will effortlessly block all the enemies in front of it. fly.

"Qiao!" "Wow!"

Atria didn't hesitate, the sword fell sharply, and he cut off the head of an oblique side ghoul. The torrent of cavalry collided with the black figure of the ghoul, converging into a thicker ocean of sword mountains.

The clashes of sword weapons and the roar of humans and horses merged together. The waves of life were ups and downs. The charge of the cavalry was not over. They were still playing the aftermath of the galloping crazy, and the blockbuster blocked them. The ghouls in front were bumped into pieces, and these warrior knights were on the horse's back without hesitation to harvest the head of the leaking fish.

The two torrents converged together, and there is no doubt that the steel torrent representing the knight quickly ate up this black crushed corpse, even after the cavalry autumn wind swept through the leaves, their rear had no activity. Something.

In the chaotic crowd, Atria waved his long sword wildly, and cut off the heads of ghouls who dared to approach him with a sharp blade.

Some of these ghouls have become skeletons, but some are still the appearance of human beings. Although there is a little decay, they are almost undoubtedly human except for the blood stains of deadly wounds.

But Atria kills them with no mercy, these are enemies, don't say they are ghouls, even if they are really living humans, Atria will not hesitate because they are enemies.

The most powerful part of the cavalry charge is the intensive impact. The strong horse charge at a high speed is like a tank coming on the face. There is almost no chance for the person who is in frontal collision to survive.

But in addition, the knight on horseback is also a source of threat. The war horse cannot be in a state of charge forever. When it is intercepted, its speed will drop a little bit. This is the moment when the knight on horseback shows its power, height Knights far above ordinary people have a natural advantage. Their long swords are like sickles on the battlefield. They drop quietly in the corners where those ghouls cannot attack and resist, and then take away the activity of a ghoul.

Atria’s horses soon fell into a siege. The horses lost their powerful impact, but still maintained forward telling maneuverability. Atria used his usual practice to split and chop. This action tries to smooth out the ghouls in the vicinity and in front of them to open the way for the war horse to advance.

Knights are most taboo in the siege in battle. Even if the knight has a strong combat power, he will accidentally die in the face of siege in all directions. Any injury on the battlefield may be the source of all deterioration and become a catalyst for death.

"Kill! Kill! Die~www.readwn.com~ Atria ignored it, and slashed the long sword in his hands. These ghouls didn't know fear or pain, as if they were all afraid of death. Ants, madly ignoring casualties, jumped towards Atria, trying to pull him off the horse.

Atria couldn't let them do what he wanted, he resisted desperately, and the long sword waved with wind, and formed a tight line of defense around him.

On this side, he urged the war horse to continue to advance, and on this side, the head of the ghoul was constantly harvested, trying to leave the battlefield earlier.

I don’t know how long it has passed. When Atria felt his hands sore, his eyes suddenly suddenly became brighter, and no ghouls rushed at him like crazy, all around him. Knight, but a blood stain shows that their condition is not much better.

"We came out." Atria froze for a moment, then ecstatic, he looked back and found that the knights' damage was not much, but the corpse after they passed the border became a dynamic. No more.

As if they were never just a body. (To be continued.)

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