Chapter 752: storm
It was beyond everyone's expectations that the battle between the storm and the mountain would end so quickly.
According to everyone's conjecture, no matter who wins or loses, it will take at least a while, and it is not surprising that the battle is even fierce for a few hours. So at this moment, let alone the Thracian armies, even the victorious Alanz army was a little puzzled.
It's normal to win, we Arans are warriors who can fight. But how did it win so easily and so smoothly? The other party is not some kind of cat or dog, but the Pieduc family that has been as famous as us for hundreds of years!
Isn't it said that Pieduc's mountain army is the best defense in the world? How can it collapse at the touch of a button, and it looks like it's just a group of chickens?
Could it be that... the name of "mountain" is obtained by deceiving people, but in fact they can't fight?
After some thought, most of Airantz's soldiers came to the conclusion that "Piduc is a parallel importer".
If Duke Herbert Pieduc, who had already died in the battle, heard their thoughts, he might be able to come back to life with anger and fight Katerina again. The battle was lost, the spirit was stunted, and the strength was lost at the critical moment; the second was that Yuneruo and the others rushed to the death, which not only greatly shocked the morale of the Thracian army, but also restrained Owens Pieduc. It even caused him to be knocked into the air, causing the Mountain Legion to lose its most reliable pillar; the third is that Panda and others desperately protected Katarina, so that the tip of Ai Lanz's "Storm" remained sharp and invincible.
With these three advantages, what's so strange about storms over mountains?
As for the relatively short fighting time, it is more natural. The two armies tried their best to collide head-on, like two masters attacking each other regardless of the consequences, and the outcome is often decided in an instant. It is normal to see the result in a short time. If it really takes a long time, there is only one possibility - both sides have not really tried their best, but are just testing each other.
Ordinarily, it is indeed necessary to test each other first in a war, but at this moment Katarina has no such intention. The powerful magic behind the Thracian army's position could be clearly felt even by laymen. If you don't stop it quickly, I don't know when a meteorite will fall from the sky and hit the castle of Errantz.
By that time, it will be too late to try your best!
There may be many people in this world who only muster up the courage to work hard when a crisis is in front of them, but not the Ailanz family, not Katerina Ailanz!
For her, now that the crisis exists, there is only one thing to do.
Do your best to stop it!
So she took the elites of the Ai Lanz family and launched a desperate charge that was almost no different from courting death.
In fact, she was already mentally prepared to die in battle. And when a person is ready for this kind of preparation, what else is she afraid to do, and what enemy is she afraid to fight head-on?
No!
Therefore, the result was seen in an instant.
While sweeping away the surrounding enemies, Katarina sorted out her somewhat excited and chaotic emotions, and quickly regained her calm.
She requisitioned a warhorse from a wounded knight, then turned over and regrouped with her subordinates who could still fight on horseback.
This battle is not over yet, and it is not the time to relax before destroying the ritual of summoning the meteorites of the Thracian Mage Order!
Following her orders, the Stormtroopers of Ellantz rallied again.
Almost every one of them had blood on them, both the blood of the enemy and their own.
Katerina looked around the entire army, and the number of people who could follow behind her and launch the second charge was about one-fifth less than when she set out before.
Although the Mountain Legion was defeated and even the opponent's main general was beheaded, the Storm Legion suffered a lot. If there are more fights like this, the Ailanz family may only be able to close the door and concentrate on giving birth to children.
There is a famous saying on earth: money is hard to earn, but easy to spend. To paraphrase this sentence - elite soldiers, it is difficult to cultivate, but easy to die.
Seeing that the number of soldiers was greatly reduced, Katerina couldn't help feeling a little distressed. But she also knows that now is not the time to feel distressed.
If we win this battle, the Ellants family will have enough time to recuperate and grow.
If they can't win this battle, the Ailanz family doesn't even have a future, and it's definitely not just these soldiers who will die.
So she just sighed a little, then packed up her emotions, picked herself up again, and drew her sword.
"The enemy who wants to stop us has been defeated by us."
Everyone's eyes fell on the toppled battle flag of Pieduc. Under the flag, the corpse of the contemporary Duke of Pieduc lay hard, blood dripping all over the floor.
"The guys who want to take advantage of the fox fake tiger power, don't dare to move now."
Everyone's eyes swept over the surrounding Thracian army, even the king's direct line, or those powerful marquis, at this moment did not dare to meet their eyes.
"But our troubles have not been resolved, and our crisis has not been eliminated." Katerina said coldly, "In front of us, the mages of Thrace have engaged in a huge magical ceremony, wanting to get out of the sky from the sky. A terrifying meteor is summoned from above, and it will completely destroy the castle of Elanz and a large area around it."
Everyone's eyes became cold and fierce, murderous.
"So now, please answer me, what should we do?" Katerina shouted.
I don't know who spoke first, but a voice sounded in the army.
"Kill them and destroy the ritual!"
Katerina smiled, with admiration in her eyes: "That's right! At this time, we have no choice! In order to protect our home, protect our family, and protect our home, we only have one choice!"
She pointed her sword forward, to the place where the powerful magic power gathered, to the rear of the Thracian coalition forces, the source of the meteor magic.
"Storm Legion, come with me!"
As soon as she pulled the reins, she took the lead in rushing towards the heavily guarded magic circle.
"We are the storm of Ellants, crushing all enemies in the way!"
Behind her, the blood-soaked Ailanz cavalry chanted "Ailanz's storm", "Crush the enemy"... and so on, and they all rode their horses and followed her closely. , rushing towards the magic circle in the distance.
Of course, the traversers followed and continued to protect.
But now it is different from before. If they were not sure about victory before, and just wanted to find a chance to fight with the Frost Sword Saint, now they are full of confidence and believe that they can achieve their goals.
The storm in Ellants has already blown up, and it will surely sweep through the whole of Thrace, and no one can stop it!