Original Vampire

"Kill!"

The huge troll army is like the waves from hell, wrapped in the power of crushing everything, and is rolling towards the Mirror Lake camp .

For a time, like heaven falls and earth rends, and like the stormy waves hitting the shore, the fragile defense line that was barely organized in the Mirror Lake camp collapsed on the first encounter under such an offensive.

"pu pass!"

"pu pass!"

……

The collapse of the human army in the impact of the troll army They were squeezed into the cold lake water in rows, only in east and west directions. A few human soldiers who saw that the situation was far from good escaped in embarrassment before the troll encirclement closed.

"ao wu ——"

Amidst the howling of a wolf, the earth began to tremble.

The two wings of the troll army are divided into two wolf cavalry units, one east and the other west, chasing the human deserters respectively.

"oh la la!"

The peaceful Mirror Lake suddenly surged into a heaven overflowing giant wave, moving towards the troll wolf cavalry on the east side of the battlefield.

"Stop advancing!"

The wolf cavalry leader hissed.

However, the wolf cavalry in the rapid charge cannot control the forward momentum at all.

The huge wave smashed down like a terrifying hand.

"bang!"

Hundreds of wolf cavalry were swallowed instantly.

There is no trace of blood, no broken meat or broken bones.

The turbulent waves froze immediately after touching the ground, forming an ice wall more than ten meters high, which lay before the troll wolf ride.

In the ice wall, each troll wolf cavalry still maintains the posture of charging before alive.

Lifelike.

Such a terrifying incident scared the wolf cavalry in the rear to stop one after another, patrolling in front of the ice wall, looking panic.

Seeing that this human deserter is about to run farther and farther, a bright red lance shot out from the center of the troll army, drawing a long blood mark in the sky, and finally piercing into the ice wall.

"ka-cha!"

A crack appeared on the ice wall, and then more cracks extended from the position where Lance had penetrated, instantly covering like a spider web. The entire wall.

"bang!"

The ice wall is shattered.

Countless ice cubes fell along with the wreckage of the wolf cavalry.

"Chasing!"

Following the command of the leader, this wolf cavalry unit regrouped and chased east again.

Only this time, this wolf cavalry has completely lost its arrogance at the beginning.

"There is a mage in that human deserter?"

Stepping on the fine pieces of ice, a general troll riding a White Wolf picked up the blood-red lance that fell to the ground.

Obviously, he just broke the ice wall blocking the road.

"Quick, you chase it, this should be a big fish." Another troll riding White Wolf came over and said to the general troll who picked up Lance.

The mounts of the troll clan are ice wolves. These ferocious beasts, which are a lap larger than normal horses, are generally gray.

But there are also very few ice wolves with white hair.

Such White Wolf is sacred in the eyes of the troll family. It is the incarnation of the War God (also known as White Wolf War God) they believe in. Therefore, only the noble troll is qualified to hold White Wolf as a mount.

"Yes! Lord Gambik!" Quirk bowed and saluted, and then led a group of wolf cavalry to the east.

The ice wall spell here is just a small episode. On the frontal battlefield, this improvised human army has long been defeated, either kneeling down to beg for mercy, or being driven into the Mirror by the trolls like ducks. In the Lake.

Only a few people are still struggling to resist, trying to break a blood path and rush out of the encirclement.

In fact, there are still not few human remnants who have successfully charge ahead.

Because the troll army seemed a little scrupulous, and did not put all its forces into the encirclement to intercept the scattered soldiers.

Instead, more than half of the elite troops were left behind as a reserve team, as if they were on guard.

The killing continues.

The flowing blood continuously flows into Mirror Lake, dyeing half of the lake into dazzling red.

The suffocating smell of blood attracted groups of vultures, who hovered anxiously over the battlefield, ready to rush down for a meal.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, the sunset flames began to burn in the sky, but the killing sound by the Mirror Lake showed no sign of stopping.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the troll army.

A troll messenger rushed in front of Gambik and reported loudly: "General! A human army was found in the rear, about 40,000 or 50,000 people!"

Gambik was not shocked. Hi, said with a big smile: "Okay! That little lion finally dared to show up! Haha, we will teach him a lesson!"

The emblem of the Saint Hild family, the lord of the north is A golden lion, "little lion" by Gambik obviously refers to Marquis Charles, the son of Duke Saint Hild.

This marquis was supposed to be the supreme commander of the human side in this battle, and he was sitting in the Mirror Lake camp and fighting troll to the death.

But he obviously didn't want to, or didn't dare, confront the army of troll head-on.

Instead, an emergency call-up order was issued and a group of mercenaries and militias were recruited to fill the Mirror Lake camp as bait.

He himself led a real army to sneak attack from behind while troll attacked the Mirror Lake camp.

Although the whole plan is cruel, it is also a good strategy.

If you really can troll a completely unprepared, so that they can't look at each other head and tail, they may be able to win a battle.

Unfortunately, for some reason, this strategy has obviously been clearly understood by the commander of the troll army in advance and prepared to deal with it.

So, when Marquis Charles led his army to the rear of the troll army, he did not like a hot knife through butter as he expected, but hit an iron plate head-on.

A fierce battle kicked off.

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The night is dark.

Half a round of bright moon hung in the sky, and the cold brilliance sprinkled in the forest.

A group of human cavalry is camping in the forest, but they dare not make a fire to cook, worrying about exposing the target and attracting chasing soldiers behind them.

Three days have passed since the defeat of Mirror Lake.

Three days of fleeing, killing, and bleeding, this team of more than 500 people has now only more than 100 people left.

Under the encirclement and interception of the troll wolf cavalry army, it is indeed a miracle that they can survive until now.

Of course, this is also because their battle strength is really strong.

Moreover, one of them also has a sorcerer.

Although on heads-up, the mage is completely slammed by the Knights of the same rank or even the warrior, because no one will stand stupidly and wait for the mage to finish singing without interrupting or dodge .

But on the battlefield, the role of a mage far exceeds that of a Knight of the same rank.

The ice wall blocking the wolf cavalry is a good example.

It was a third rank spell that instantly ended the lives of hundreds of wolf cavalry.

But if a third rank Knight faces hundreds of wolf cavalry, even if there are no professionals among these wolf cavalry, he will die under the siege of the opponent.

At most, dozens of pads are put on.

The forest is very quiet, with only the occasional crowing of horses and the vague howling of owls.

In the camp, most of the people were eating hard bread in silence. Only a few leaders gathered together to discuss quietly how to get rid of the chasing soldiers behind them.

"meow!"

"Little White, don't run around!"

Colin chased Little White's silhouette to the center of the camp.

"Sorry, it's more naughty."

"It's okay."

The female mage easily grabbed the kitten trying to climb on her body and held it in her arms Stroking.

When Colin saw this, he sat down, not seeing it at all.

The female mage seemed to notice Colin’s selfish calculations, so she didn’t drive him away, but asked: "Which Knight are you from?"

Colin looked up towards the girl Mage.

Black gauze covers most of her face, leaving only a pair of deep blue eyes, as if reflecting the deepest desire of everyone.

"My name is Colin, Colin · Anglia."