Chapter 688
In the rumbling sound that trembled the soul, the earth began to vibrate.
The yellow sand was flying, and on the battlefield full of smoke and dust, countless horses trampled across the grass quickly; the dull and violent sound, the high-pitched and powerful roar made all the sounds drowned in it.
As agreed, the Byrne Knights lined up on the two wings of the infantry phalanx, holding up the long spear of the right hand in silence,
The yellow sand is rolling on all sides, the ears are full of desolate roars, the front of the entire queue seems to have been surrounded by the enemy, and the enemy's silhouette can be seen at a glance.
There are countless silhouettes of enemies accompanied by heavy smoke on the battlefield.
A long distance away, the Knights could hear their bloodthirsty and savage roar; in the blink of an eye, they had rushed to the Knights.
Three hundred steps.
A centaur clenched the long-handled axe in his hand, and uttered the battle cry passed down from generation to generation with a hoarse voice, speeding up his speed rhythmically, and rushing to the forefront of all the centaur .
He has heard the story of the "Golden Lion flag with black background" from his ancestors. A long time ago, there was a "two-legged man" leader holding this flag and took them Rushed to the desolate land east of the big green sea.
And now, he has the opportunity to kill a "two-legged" leader!
The banner of Golden Lion is right in front of his eyes. He can already see the silent silhouettes standing there, and the trembling expressions of those "two-legged men".
But... why?
Why don't these "two-legged people" show the trembling expression of lose one's head out of fear, why are they still motionless, why are the people under the banner...turning their heads and looking towards themselves.
The next second, he will know why.
Two hundred steps...Loren firmly grasped the hilt of "Dawn", the sword body as bright as a silver moon reflected the dazzling rays of light under the clear sky, and lifted it to the sky:
p>"Offensive——!"
The sound of horseshoes shaking the earth sounded, and the Byrne Knights waving long spear were no longer silent, and launched a charge towards the oncoming enemy.
The great earthquake trembled, and the iron cavalry roared——!
Without the slightest warning, the Byrne Knights had already rushed into the rolling yellow sand; the long spear held high in their hands was quickly caught under the armpit, and only the multi-colored swallowtail flag danced in midair.
Faced with the sudden attack of the enemy, the Centaur rushing in the front was obviously a little flustered, but he still didn't stop, and continued to roar and charge forward.
Because he saw... he saw the silhouette of the Golden Lion holding the great sword rushing towards him!
He gritted his teeth in ecstasy, and moved towards the silhouette without hesitation and rushed up.
The heavy long-handled axe is raised high, and the sharp battle axe is still stained with blood stains that once left... This battle axe is the spoils he snatched from a "two-legged man" Of war, he cut off the heads of more than a dozen "two-legged men" in that battle.
With a light touch, the fragile neck of the "two-legged man" in front of me will break on its own, and his head will fall to the ground like a naan, and he will be trampled into a pile of invisible mud.
He thought of this... Raising the long-handled axe in his hand, sharply pointed the sharp axe at the neck of the "two-legged man", looking forward to seeing his head flying into the sky.
But what he saw was not the head that rose up in the air, but himself without his head, blood gushing and collapsed to the ground.
"Clang——!"
The moment the sword glow flashed past, Loren suddenly stared wide-eyed, staring at the monster whose head was cut off by himself, and the corners of his eyes flashed There is a slight difference.
This is the centaur?
The tall and sturdy body, the upper body is almost one and a half times the size of a human being; the lower body is completely the appearance of a horse, and it is really strong and unbelievable.
Wearing clothes of animal skins mixed with hemp-if that thing can really be called "clothes"-underneath is a body covered with mane, and the skin color is red. Like a burning fire.
And the head of the other party; the head that fell from the air, with dark pupils and trembling cheeks... a broad forehead, a protruding chin, a tall nose, round eyes, and a mouth full of fangs.
This is the centaur...This is the monster that has been vigilant against the Bois and the empire for hundreds of years.
Sword glow swept across, and the centaur without a scream fell in front of him, and plasma that was indistinguishable from humans spouted from the cross-section of the broken neck.
In the next second, his body and head turned into a muddy mud under the horse's hooves.
The salty and pungent blood splashed Loren's face.
Yes, they are monsters, ominous beasts, something completely different from humans;
but they also feel pain, they scream, they bleed, they Being killed is no different from a human being.
Raising the "dawn" of the right hand, Loren, galloping on his horse, continued to rush forward toward the billowing smoke; in an instant, the silhouette of the black hair wizard had penetrated into the enemy’s most extreme position. The leading edge has become the cone of the entire "charge" queue.
The cavalry at the forefront of the queue are like open "wings", arranged in a neat row along his left and right, and charged towards the centaur who is about to double-team them.
Yes, it’s a charge...it’s not an “anti-double-teaming”, let alone an “anti-attack”. For the proud Byrne Knights, it’s a way to keep the enemy within two hundred steps. "Etiquette on the battlefield."
In addition to the purpose of completely destroying the enemy and not letting go of the rout, it is to completely shatter the enemy's dignity and confidence!
The yellow sand was flying up, and as far as the line of sight was, the five centaurs also waved their weapons, attacking from the front and the two wings moved towards Loren.
Not only speed, their agility is simply outrageous-for the human cavalry, it is impossible for the human cavalry to make a sudden stop and turn, which is a difficult riding technique, for the centaur. It's as casual as eating and drinking.
In the blink of an eye, they have already rushed from the scattered position to the black hair wizard, and the one on the far right has even raised the gun, holding it up high.
"pu ——!"
next moment, an arrow pierced his eye socket before the gun was thrown; the howling centaur collapsed weakly and rolled over Fell to the ground.
McCoffee and Lucian, who were following Loren, suddenly turned their heads and glanced behind them; under the banner two hundred steps away, Ayin of complexion pale was holding an unplaced bow in his left hand. , The second arrow of the right hand has whizzed out.
The shocked two stared wide-eyed at the same time...This is two hundred steps, isn't the bow and arrow only able to shoot one hundred steps? !
In the next second, black swept across, and only three of the four centaurs were left in the front.
The expressionless Loren held down the hilt and pressed the huge blade against his shoulders. His dark pupils calmly calculated the distance between himself and the enemy, as well as the length of each other's weapons.
Five, four, three... cut!
"pu ——!"
A blood-colored arc passed through the air, and three roaring silhouettes rose into the air at the same time, rolling in the air and falling to the ground.
The screams came and went one after another.
Along with the black hair wizard’s intrusive silhouette, the Byrne Knights who are riding on the iron cavalry have also poured into the centaur array from the two wings—this time is no longer torn, but crushed, It is trampling.
Heavy horseshoes kept trampling on the bones that fell on the ground, trampling on the confidence of the Centaur who was preparing to counterattack, trampling on the pride of all the Centaurs who were still struggling to fight.
And when the pride was completely crushed, the centaur finally began to collapse.
But they are too late.
At this time, they are too close to Byrne Legion’s array. They have been posted within two hundred steps, and they want to rely on speed and agility to avoid the reunion of the reloaded Knights...
That was pure wishful thinking.
Took a deep breath, Loren stopped gradually and looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him. The Byrne Knights wielding long spear are still strangling the centaur who have not given up their resistance, and the deserted soldiers who disintegrated. Was handed over to the Rangers of Qiaowang Peak.
At this moment, a Knight waving a battle flag suddenly appeared in his field of vision from outside the battlefield, followed by densely packed, and more and more cavalry came out from behind him.
In the next second, the Knight suddenly raised the battle flag, and Loren finally saw the sign on it.
Two scimitars staggered down, and it was a red horse leaping forward.
"In the name of Varna...
Kill the Four Hoofers——!!!"