The Legend of Fatality

When a blood-red red cloud rose to the north, two weak thunders sounded one after another, reflecting the gradually thinning cloud above the head.

The soldiers of Cantonia have begun to march to the army where Margarita was divided into two halves. With the right wing of Margarita, they began to surround the group of knights of Burtania in reverse. The Duke of Cantonia knew that the group of surrounded riders would soon collapse, and they could no longer touch the horse ’s impact to defeat their infantry.

The coalition soldiers from all sides will soon wipe them out completely. As long as the group of knights is wiped out, the coalition forces can continue to use their strength to continuously surround the enemy, then divide them, and eat them away.

The Duke of Cantonia rode on his horse and turned his head to look at the observatory on the hill in the distance, which was not as big as the ants, hoping that the plan of the Earl of Cordoba would succeed. After all, as long as the group of knights is eliminated, the final victory is in sight.

The night owl sat in the saddle of the tall warhorse given to him by King Margarita, wearing the same armor that King Margarita gave him. Even though he had always yearned for such a scene, he still felt very uncomfortable as a mage's long-standing habit. But he will not refuse this kindness, after all, it is much safer to wear armor on the battlefield.

Just as he speculated whether the rain clouds on the sea would drift towards this battlefield, the horn sounded as a signal. He inspected the armor and mounts, then closed the hood and charged with the cavalry ambushing in the ridge.

Suddenly, another loud horn sounded, echoed in the sky, and even corrected the rumbling thunder and terrifying weapon collision from a distance. The night owl realized at the first time that this was not Margarita's horn, which was more melodious and deeper. This sound comes from the southeast, south of the Cantonian army.

Ye Xiao couldn't see the situation over there, but he knew his task. The horn had nothing to do with him. He had to complete his task.

The Earl of Cordoba, who was standing on the viewing platform, turned his gaze to where the horn sounded, and the soldiers who stood on the ground stopped and stretched their necks to see what happened.

The dark clouds on the horizon spread out, and the sunlight came out from under the gap. The deafening hunting horn sounded again, and an army emerged from the woodland behind the Cantonian army. The newly arrived army was led by a burly figure with long horns. It came out from the forest, rushed down the hillside, and rushed towards the enemy's rear.

A whisper spread across the surrounded Bourtanians.

"Spirit Spirit!" The voice was full of awe, "These forest spirits are here to help us!"

Malfurion took the lead to charge. He rode on a majestic giant deer, as fast as the fastest horse among the forest elves. He shot arrows from a huge bow as he ran, one for each arrow Personally so long. The arrow had great power, and each arrow could penetrate the bodies of six Cantonian soldiers. Malfurion was like a **** living in the world, leading his followers to the surrounded Burtanians.

Various creatures, goblins, and forest elves are involved in this crazy hunting, unable to resist the wild call of their master. They are full of unsatisfactory killings.

The wild knights painted in the war are depicted on their bodies. They scream wildly at the sky. They are desperately galloping, eagerly leaning over the neck of the forest elf warhorse, with a wild flame in their eyes.

Tree spirits eager to take revenge on humans became a fighting state, roaring to turn their limbs into murderous spikes and barbed claws. At the end are the tree people. With their pace, the ground shakes, and the clumsy tree people make a deafening cry, like a horn of unbridled war.

The wolf, the stag, the wild boar, and the cheetah all responded to the king of the forest. They followed the king of the forest, speeding up, constantly increasing the number, and angry with Malfurion's anger. Flocks of black feather crows, eagles, and owls flew around his shoulders, with sharp beaks and claws ready to bite his enemies.

The forest elves were riding on horseback, the war eagles came from the woods, and the spear tips of the riders sparkled. Others ran forward on foot. They shot arrows as soon as they left the forest, with animalistic anger on their faces.

King Charles took his knights to the hill, and a white flame flashed on the dawn of his spear. When he saw that the huge Margarita coalition began to surround the Burtanians in reverse, his heart was full of anger, and his eyes shone with a sacred flame. He kicked his noble war horse and advanced at the same speed as the **** of the forest. When he approached the enemy's final front line, he dropped his spear.

After their king was furious, the knight of Burtania followed him roaring forward.

Although Charlie was extremely angry, he did not lose his mind. The euphorbia who rushed directly to those Margaritas was undoubtedly extremely stupid, so he took the knights for a small circle towards the south. But he may not know the consequences of this decision.

When he took the knight around the euphorbia and came to the other side of the hill, an abnormal roar of horseshoes rang in front of him. A little further ahead, he saw the cavalry team that had long ambushed in the ridge and is now running towards his team.

King Charlie noticed that he was holding a half-sword rather than a spear in his hand, which made him puzzled. But then the knight holding the long sword rushed towards him with the team. King Charles did not hesitate to point the spear at this brave knight, and lamented his bravery in his heart.

But soon, he noticed the sword, the sword that once belonged to his family. And the one who owns this sword. King Charles didn't even have time to think, the air seemed to flow towards the long sword, forming a rotating wind blade on it, and then covering the whole body of the knight, forming a circle of yellow light outside his armor. Transparent aperture.

Far away, the knight brandished his long sword.

"Get down!" King Charlie shouted. He understood the sword and hurriedly fell on his horseback. When he raised his head again, the knights around him who had been following him were cut off by the wind blade.

The two sides were getting closer and closer. The other knight was about to wield the sword for the second time, but King Charlie was not ready to give the other party this opportunity. He pulled out the sword of Galamont, raised it on his chest, and prayed to the lady. When the wind blade strikes again, King Charles's sword emits a bright light, blocking the wind blade, turning it into a gust of wind blowing through his team.

Next ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The distance between the two sides is to see the pattern on the other side's helmet. Both sides understood that direct hedging was meaningless, and both turned sideways slightly, allowing the two teams to confront each other on the left.

King Charles pierced the opponent with a spear, but the opponent did not block at all, but directly pierced King Charles' spear. The "Dawn Strike" broke off, but the flying spear struck the opponent's knight's helmet.

Then the two sides crossed, each taking hundreds of lives.

The night owl led the team to move on, and began to turn the horse's head not far away, preparing for the second confrontation. But in the process, regardless of the number of the team or the corpses on the ground, it was undoubtedly told the night owl that his team was fighting against the normal knights and was not an opponent of the Burtanian knights.

In this confrontation alone, the night owl ’s team lost more than three times the number of Burtania, which is still taking advantage of its unexpected and huge advantages in number. But if you do it again, everyone will understand the gap between the two sides.

So, since the immediate knight skills are not as good as the enemies, let's fight in a **** battle. Ye Xiao made up his mind. Next time, he will not stagger the direction of the charge according to the convention between the knights, but will completely collide with the other party and drag the other party into the melee. In order to let the euphorbias who followed came to slaughter.