Chapter 1070
As the news of "the emperor is here" spread throughout the battlefield, the chaotic elves and the guards of Duanjieshan have already killed each other and rushed forward desperately. All the tops go back and kill each other desperately.
When the weapon is broken, use the handle to smash it, pull out the helmet as a dagger, make a fist, use teeth, armor, nails, broken right hand bones... use them Use everything to fight with the guy whose ears are different from him.
The advantage of this sudden "flag" is that it inspires the morale of everyone on both sides of the battlefield. The disadvantage is that these inspired warriors completely lose control and become only Knowing that the wild beasts are constantly fighting and fighting, they rush to each other frantically in their respective slogans.
Elves, humans, warrior, Knight, long ears, short ears...The chaotic battlefield can no longer be separated from each other, and even the flags and commands of the two sides cannot separate them. The battlefield is complete. It has become a flesh-and-blood mill fighting each other.
Stepping on the bones of their compatriots and rushing through the first line of defense, the wizard warriors were quickly stopped by arrows and a solid shield wall that pounced like locusts in front of the second line of defense.
They soon discovered that these Duanjieshan defenders who stepped on their robes and corpses, despite their fanaticism, still possessed good discipline; Formation, blocking their way with shields and gun formations.
Not why, because they are from Sackland.
There is no Knight, only infantry, and the Zakrans who fight with a shield wall, apart from this tactic of integrating dozens of people and hundreds of people into one body, they don't know the way of second fighting at all.
I miscalculated.
Looking at the chaotic battlefield, the elf warrior under the banner frowned, and instinctively clenched the long knife at his waist.
I originally planned to use the decoy "Emperor of the Empire" to inspire morale, and try to see if I could break through the front of the Empire as soon as possible, but the result was counterproductive; I was too eager for honor and "Glory to the death" The elven warriors completely lost their order and began to fight each other frantically, which turned into a melee.
In this way, the battle has been stalemate instead.
Of course, he has no regrets about this situation; because if he does not do this, the morale of the imperial people will gradually drive away the tired and hungry elf warriors who are already lacking in stamina. Out of Neibao.
So he must do this, he must make every elf warrior aware of the importance of this battle; if this opportunity is lost, it is difficult to say whether he can kill an imperial man on the battlefield. Emperor!
The wizard warrior holding the handle of the knife no longer has the excitement just now, only cold eyes.
Because he suddenly thought of something very likely to happen-if the imperial emperor chose to stay at the fortress instead of asking for death, what would be the reason?
Because he knows that he has reinforcements and will be there soon; so he must defend the fortress as much as possible before the reinforcements arrive, even if doing so puts himself in a dangerous situation.
Whoever can master the best time for them first will win the victory; either the elves will rush before the reinforcements arrive, or the reinforcements will arrive in time to annihilate the exhausted elves.
Time will determine the fate of both parties!
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Time... Connold’s mouth showed a sneer arc, and his sneer expression became solemn again.
Didn't expect that after so long, I will actually entrust my life to time again, let this cold and ruthless "Death God" decide whether he is qualified to continue living , Or die here is more valuable to the world.
I have been eager to hold my destiny tightly in my hands all my life, but in the end I have to let another higher level existence judge my own destiny...I have to say that the irony is really strong.
"Sacklanders, line up to fight--!"
A roar full of "regional characteristics" came from the front line; as the man suddenly raised the battle The flag officer who rushed up desperately, the surrounding Legion soldiers also propped up their shields with the sound of commands; rows of battle halberd raised horizontally, pointing the tip of the cold glow sword glow to the front.
Sackland people...This represents not only the people on a piece of land, but also their unique battle method-as early as the ancient kingdom era before the giant dragon descended on the earth, they made them stand out from the crowd Heavy infantry tactics.
They have no strong steeds, no sophisticated war bows, no long spears with scimitars; stepping on the muddy and black ground, the Zakland infantry gathered from village to village at the call of the lords, The only thing he could rely on was the shield in his hand and the shield behind his side.
The infantry spear was replaced by a battle halberd, and the chain armor was replaced by a stronger plate-chain composite armor. Only the shield will never change, and only the shield... will always be a shield.
They don't understand the proud one-on-one duel of the Knights, the dexterity of the Almans and the cunning of the Lothars, and the excellent and superb battle skills of the Arles and the Boys.
This group of heavy infantry, who are extremely "earth", will only use this simple and extremely earthy battle method-holding on with shields until they exhaust the enemy’s energy, and then Defeat them with the advancing shield wall.
"Pu chi!"
The fanatical wizard warriors wield long knives, like splashing waves in a torrent, hitting the "black city wall"; it's just that What they splashed is not clear river water, but thick plasma.
The "black city wall" under the impact of the torrent is constantly shaking, facing enemies that are much more flexible than themselves, they can't avoid those attacks that are tricky at angles and like snakes; so they simply don't Hidden, I used my shoulders and arms to support the shield, and stab the battle halberd out, and then stab it out...
The battle of surrendering one's life and forgetting to die completely kills the red-eyed warriors. Perceived that their enemy is using this dumb, "smell of soil" method to stabilize the front, and even the front row of soldiers who are in a melee are constantly gathering into the front.
While spreading out, the elves warriors fighting for their own are gradually being "squeezed out" by the black city wall; no matter how many slashes they can slash, even one by one Killing Legion soldiers will never be able to integrate into this "city wall".
So the city wall is getting thicker and stronger-no matter how turbulent the front line, and how many Legion soldiers fall silently, there will be enough in the back row. His manpower took his place.
Always fight as a group and give full play to the power of the collective... From ancient times to the present, it has always been an important means for these "soil scum" Zachlans to win.
"Clang——!"
The battle halberd stabbed from the front was heavily spotted in the center of the blade; the already damaged Azores long sword wailed and cracked in response; The silhouette of the elf warrior's charge also trembled.
But just as the Legion soldiers were excited to stick out the battle halberd again, Alexandra, who stood firm suddenly, withdrew her left hand from behind and another long knife. The broken blade seemed to be swift and violent. The poisonous snake, stabbed along the track of the battle halberd.
"pu!"
The Legion soldier in heavy armor trembled all over, as if his soul had been taken away, and collapsed weakly to the ground.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Heavy panting, Alexandra’s hot throat emits an unexplained chest resonance; bones and muscles on the verge of extremes As if it would shatter in the next second, the plasma soaked all over her body even made her unable to tell how many wounds she had.
Throwing away the broken long knife, the elf warrior silently drew another sharp blade from behind—behind her and on her waist, there were five or six Azor longs hanging from her back. The knives were spare, all of which were relics picked up from the corpse of Tuoze after rushing into the fortress.
Even if it is for the sacrifices made by these dead comrades in the clan and for them to stand here; I must continue to fight.
Until death.
"Hey!"
The elf warrior, who was still motionless a moment ago, suddenly turned around, and the long knife she set up struck a string of sparks from the tip of the pierced battle halberd. ; Before the other side stabbed out for the second time, she had disappeared from the other side's sight.
Then... flashed above the opponent's head for an instant.
Single-handedly smashed the Legion soldier’s shield, while holding the knife backhand on the other side, wiping the soldier’s neck with his back against the shield, and then hitting the opponent’s corpse into a heavy sword battle that was up ahead straight from the left and right. halberd.
in one go.
"Pu chi!"
Throwing down the corpses of the soldiers who have been "all split up and in pieces", Alexandra, who was gasping for breath, stood by the guards of the Broken Boundary Mountain They surrounded the center-the robe comrades behind them had been left far behind by her because of their respective charges.
Rush over...I have to...rush over...
In order to...righteousness...shame...Glory...
The sight becomes hot, she can only vaguely I saw the silhouettes of Legion soldiers besieging him from all directions.
"Stabilize the front! Stabilize the front——!"
"Kill her, push her out——!"
"Stop her, never Let her rush over, this is a battle of honor for the Sacland people--!"
There was a loud noise in her ears, and the silhouette of Alexandra wielding two knives moved.
The slashed battle halberd smashed down heavily, and the overwhelmed blade broke; without the slightest hesitation, she threw the broken sword and hit the door;
The heavy sword Leaving a string of sparks on her right hand armguard, with the inertia of the enemy’s weapon falling, the right hand long knife penetrated the soldier’s chest from bottom to top;
The shield came from behind the elf warrior After a violent bump, the slender silhouette was directly knocked into the air, but she avoided the battle halberd that was smashed;
long spear took the opportunity to stab her back from the bottom up, but it was already pulled out The wizard female warrior with a long sword turned her body, cut off the spear head, and threw it back; Sandra's toes fell firmly in the middle of the six Legion soldiers, turning over with a long knife in both hands.
"pu ——!"
The moment the wailing was everywhere, the silhouette of the countless Legion soldiers in the back row was close to her within ten steps.
The wizard female warrior who looked around all around held the hilt with her hands folded, and spread it to the sides, like a war bow spreading on both sides, and like a falcon with its wings spreading out.
The sword is the bow and the body is the string.
The way of warrior, guerrilla arrow!
"Bang——!"
The silhouette of more than ten people suddenly stopped, as if hitting an invisible wall; the shield in his hand shattered and the battle halberd was long. The handle broke, and the armor on the heart of the chest bloomed with dazzling blood.
Wielding two broken knives, the elf warrior finally broke out of the siege. Behind her was a chaotic battlefield, as well as the soldiers of Broken Boundary Mountain who were clamoring to chase her.
Dragging staggering steps, Alexandra, whose vision was blurred, kept moving forward, desperately opening her eyes to make herself see more clearly.
Behind her, the Azores kept following her, and then she was stopped by the surrounding Legion soldiers. Between the battle halberd piercing and the collision of the shield, they became blood-spattering. Minced meat.
Can't stop...can't stop...
I must use the blood of the emperor... to wash my shame...
"Clang——! "
The two swords that were set up were able to stop the two-handed swords that were smashed head-on, and a dark elf warrior silhouette trembled slightly and almost fell to the ground.
"In the name of the Holy Cross, the Azores...don't want to pass!" The same riddled with scars oath Knight angrily roared: "Holy Cross, please give me anger and let me punish the villains... …"
"pu!"
Without a sound, the sound of sharp arrows pierced through the chamber, interrupting the words of Oath Knight.
"pu! puff puff puff......"
Hundreds of invisible arrows pierced into the torso and chest of the oath Knight, and for a moment, the oath Knight's body was bloody. As soon as she loosened her knees, she knelt down in front of Alexandra.
"no! Yes! Come again! Stop me!"
Two knives staggered, vows that Knight fell to the ground.
The elf warrior, whose cheeks are soaked in blood and tears, has a distorted expression to the point of hideousness.
The defenders of Duanjieshan behind them are still trying their best to catch up, but it is too late... The Azorean elves who noticed the abnormal appearance of the enemy's front, even more desperately launched an attack, and gave up their lives. From all directions, it hits the increasingly thin front line.
The disadvantage of troops in this brief moment became very obvious because of the chaos—compared to the garrison of the Duanjieshan who had to fight desperately to maintain the formation, the Azorean elves with tens of thousands of troops flooding in We, there are almost endless forces that can be thrown into this small battlefield, forcibly paved a way with corpses.
Under the repeated impact of such disregard of casualties, the solid front line has gradually been cut thinner and narrower. In the end, it can hardly take into account the two wings. The enemy rushed down, and eventually all split up and in pieces, and fell into a melee.
And Alexandra, who was alone breaking the formation, finally climbed up the city wall and stood in front of the stairs of the tower.
"Bang--!"
Kicked open the locked wooden door, the stumbling elf warrior almost broke into the top of the tower like a fall, assaults the The howling cold wind from senses made her body curl up, shivering slightly.
It’s here, it’s finally here...
There was a burst of joy in Alexandra struggling, little by little lifts the head, and looked towards the edge of the tower. Wall stacks.
There, a tall silhouette holding a three-headed giant dragon holding the banner of the iron crown, standing there motionless, the tall and straight silhouette is like a banner, standing there like a tower.
That was... the thirteenth emperor of the empire.
Connold I.