Chapter 8 Dragon swing before the storm

Only a few wounded soldiers howled and struggled on the middle ground. They could only watch their comrades-in-arms leave in vain and quietly wait for the fate of being crushed.

The black cloud crossed the bottleneck. The speed slowed down slightly, and then accelerated again, just 100 meters!

"For the sake of the empire, for your majesty, and for our civilization, the great Rose Empire has not lost a piece of land for 300 years. Those sacrificed ancestors will become the warriors of Odin and servants of the gods, and they will bless us above the nine heavens. We are about to die in battle, just like they did back then! But we will never regret it, because we stand in the land of the enemy!"

After each rose, behind each front line, a team throws a spear forward, they only have one chance to throw, and then they will face death.

In the sound of the enemy's horseshoe.

General Lamore shouted, "Let's be glorious!"

"Kill!"

With a fierce roar, countless spears rose to the sky, and then smashed their heads at the enemy cavalry in front of them. After these spear throwers smashed the spears, they did not stop running.

They neatly pulled out their swords, leaned forward, and rushed forward without hesitation. The enemy rushed under the black horse's hoof.

"Let's be glorious!" Maglin's eyes filled with tears.

This is the stage of men in troubled times. This is the fierce collision and entanglement of two civilizations. This is the sadness and heroism in the arena under the control of the pseudo-god!

This is definitely not my fate!

"Dragon swing!"

Maglin jumped forward suddenly. With the blessing of the wind, his body floated in the air, and the top mixed magic he could launch came out.

Aleusus burst into five kinds of light all over his army.

Orofil closed his eyes.

The space is crumbling. There was no anger in Wang's heart.

Well done, boy. Eurofield praised.

The magic crystal inlaid on Maglin's armor is shining brightly, red of fire, white of water, yellow of earth, silver of the wind, and a touch of black!

That's the power of the evil dead!

Just for a moment.

In front of Meglin, there is a red pterodactyl, a white ice arrow, a large silver wind blade, yellow fog wrapped around, and a faint black figure floating.

This is a five-series mixed magic that three-level top magicians have to spend their lives to perform.

Also known as the ultimate magic of the third-level magician! Not a sworn enemy, not at the last minute, they will not be so extravagantly and overdrawn.

But this is not life and death, isn't this a deadly enemy? I am a soldier of the Royal Knights, and they are my comrades-in-arms!

There was a loud noise.

The red flame and pterosaur roared sharply and took the lead forward. The ice arrow was strangely behind its front, the wind blade rolled in the yellow stranded earth fog, and those black figures were singing the call of death.

The ultimate magic overdraft Megling's face was pale and the origin was turbulent, but he saw a bright scene.

Before those soldiers collided with each other, his attack bag went away. The ice arrow spread in an instant and shot crazily. Countless figures flew backwards out, and the wings of the fire dragon fluttered, rolling everything it could roll up, falling like a flying eagle and wrapping its prey, and no longer flying.

The wind blade dances, and the earth fog forms a yellow net, which restrains each other's speed. The dead screamed at the guy who wrapped the leaky net.

Maiglin fell into Ribery's arms and then closed his eyes.

The prince shouted at him anxiously, and in front of the blooming rose, the momentum of Odin's hammer has been successfully contained. There were still sacrifices, but they were all shouting a name: "Aleeus."

"For Arles!" General Lamor roared and rushed out.

The blooming roses of the Iron Wall Legion stood up in an instant and immediately rushed forward. The archers shot forward crazily, and then abandoned their bows to join the hot-blooded battlefield.

The catapult launched unrestrainedly. The wooden pole was bursting up by the muscles on the arm again and again. Even the wrestlers who were bleeding were pressed and sent out again, and the fireball fell into the air.

Gore roared in the middle of Odin's hammer, ordering the soldiers to accelerate again and again, cutting off the glance in front of him.

The heavy infantry of the Odin people with two wings looked at the Odin's hammer that suddenly fell into chaos. They howled and rushed to the middle to support them. Only by letting Odin's hammer retreat can they have another chance.

Sitting on a slow-moving war horse, he fell into the random slash of the infantry, and no elite troops could escape the destruction!

"Gone the signal!" Ribery roared.

He saw a figure he was familiar with, wearing Odin's heavy infantry armor, interspersed. Even if it was a crowd, he would not mistake their figures.

"They are all heroes of the empire!" Prince Ribery clenched his fist, and a guard behind him shot a rocket into the sky.

A fireworks bloomed in the air for a long time.

Even in the fight, it also attracted the attention of some soldiers. Gore couldn't help raising his head. He just had an ominous foreboding in his heart, and suddenly the figure around him flashed.

An Odin infantryman jumped up in the air and chopped at him with an axe: "Rose Commander Robert is here!"

Gore's head was split out. The burly duke stepped on his headless body, and the axe in his hand flew out and hit their flag, while the man immediately turned back.

The action was as fast as lightning. The soldiers of Odin's Hammer had no time to react, so they saw that their coach was chopped to death. The flag was hit by the flag by the axe. The flag was rolled over and wrapped around the axe, and then there was a slam, and the flag was ridiculously broken and scattered.

"Catch him!"

Who did you catch? The battlefield is in a mess. Catch a guy in Odin's ordinary heavy infantry armor, who is skilled in martial arts and has disappeared in the crowd?

"Gore is dead, and Odin's hammer is defeated!"

This kind of call is louder and louder on the battlefield. The soldiers of the Rose Empire swarmed up, and Lamor began to order the soldiers from the fireworks: "Team up, rhythm!"

The army echoed.

The front is still fighting fiercely, but the rear of Odin is already in chaos. Gore is dead. He was assassinated by the despicable Commander Rose! Assassination in the chaos!

It's just at this time.

Countless soldiers exclaimed.

Is it a dragon?

is a dragon.

A two-winged cyan flying dragon penetrated through the clouds, and a man in a white robe sat on the dragon. Is he a magician? It's a magician.

With a cruel smile from Cader sitting on the flying dragon, an electric light in his hand hit the cliff above Odin's hammer, and then the flying dragon opened its wings and roared brightly, and quickly dodged.

On the cliff, there was a dull sound. The fireworks suddenly splashed everywhere, and then a fierce fire flashed, accompanied by a loud noise, and a large area of rock fell down.

Almost half of the cliff was blown open and then fell down, with huge rocks falling down mercilessly.

Bears of Odin's Hammer, about a thousand cavalrymen were smashed into meat mud in an instant, and they didn't even have time to scream. Half of the advancing bottleneck was lined with gravel, and smoke, dust and ice flew all over the sky.

Their retreat has been cut off.

"The whole army, retreat steadily!" In General Lamor's military order, the Iron Wall Legion was never entangled and strode back to get out of entanglement.

And at this time, behind Ribery, a unit that had just arrived shouted, "Guardian, go ahead!"

Guards?

The soldiers behind the Iron Wall Army looked back. They only saw the same military flag as themselves and a pair of cold eyes. The flow of iron rolled in, and then penetrated their area like mercury.

A scene appeared that they would never forget.

These unknown troops took off the round pass on the back, resisted their shoulders, and then lined up in front of them, shouting the horse hiss, the chaotic Odin hammer.

Then the cylinder on their shoulders made a dull sound. In the smoke and fire, the Odin hammers seemed to have been hit by Thor one by one. They twitched one by one, bleeding all over, and fell down with black and purple faces. Even the war horses under them stood up repeatedly, and then twitched and fell to the ground.

One piece, another piece.

"Let go."

Another military order, another loud noise.

The smell of fireworks permeated the battlefield. Under the smoke, the mysterious guard crossed their own queue, then entered the battlefield, and then walked into the smoke.

On the battlefield, there is silence now. Only the screams of the other party, the military order of the guards, and the loud noise.

"The whole army, draw a knife!"

"Hallelujah!"

Their unique charging slogans came out of the smoke, and then screams sounded.

The cooperating troops have crazily crossed the right wing of the battlefield, burst into the sound, swept away the remaining troops of the other side, and pushed up the reinforcements in the back of the other side. More troops moved forward under the order of the officer.

No one is looking this way at all.

The smoke finally dissipated.

General Ramor stared at the messy body.

"Guard wolf army, assist the friendly army, move forward!"

There was a scream behind his army. Maglin leaned weakly on a prince's bodyguard. He was surprised to see a large cyan figure flashing out. He shouted in surprise, "Wolf?"

It's a wolf, a huge wolf, a knight's wolf in armor!

Five hundred giant wolves, driven by their masters, crossed their positions and moved forward. Wherever they went, their people and enemies screamed. Countless war horses hissed in fear.

At this time, Odin's Hammer has been killed by nearly half of the 3,000 people of the Guards, and countless huge rocks have been smashed. The remnants of Odin's famous legion were squeezed under the seemingly fresh cliff, and they were compressed in a very small range.

Count, but there are less than a thousand people, and most of them have given up even the war horses!

And the guards, as if they had never fought a war, stood there cleanly and surrounded them.

Ramor will look here and the giant wolf over there for a while. He doesn't know which side to look at.

"Put down your weapons!" The command of the Guards ordered.

Odin's cavalry looked at each other in con'ssinuation.

"Refuse to surrender, kill! Guards, move forward!"

"Hallelujah!"

This time, Lamor saw clearly that the guard raised the crossbow and the knife. Before the man came in front of him, the other party was often fatally hit and lost his speed. The armor of the heavy cavalry of the other side could not stop the crossbows they fired.

Blood flowers splashed, and a sword was waved down. People's heads are rolling.

"Surrender, let's surrender!" There are soldiers shouting from the other side.

The commander of the guard gave a military order, and the guard was like a machine and stopped at the same time. Even if the sword had been cut on the other party's head, it was immediately pulled back, and then strode back, and the military array was once again tight and neat.

In the blink of an eye, this group of guys regained their overall calm again.

"This is by no means elite, this is evil." Yasen didn't know whether he was jealous or envious. He didn't say anything nice.

Ramor did not raise any objection.

There was no other sound in the whole battlefield. After a panic caused by the wolf cavalry, the other's soldiers seemed to retreat.

This is not surprising. Ask yourself, if the other party suddenly emerges such a military, his army will probably be in chaos, not to mention that the other party's commander has been assassinated by the Duke.

This is the perfect display of the power of the real strong. Not every warrior can do this. He kills the other general in the army, even if you rely on the other party's armor camouflage. As a commander, how can Gore be a weak man? The only possibility is that the Duke is so powerful.

It's like a ghost.

Maglin can clearly see a jumping figure in the distance, so vigorous.

Ribery's tone at that time seemed to be a perfect interpretation of the Duke's feat. At that time, he said very easily, "So far, there is no problem in the north."

"Your Highness, please disarm the remaining soldiers of Odin. Please give instructions on how to deal with them."

"No one left." The prince gritted his teeth and said this.

"Yes."

Before the other party's soldiers picked up their weapons again, the commander of the guard had taken the lead and rushed up, still one-sided slaughter, the advantage of the armored soldiers, the sharpness of the momentum, and the other party had little power to fight back.

That battlefield is no longer worth anyone's attention.

McGrim saw the Duke appear in front of everyone again. This time, it was the real Duke. The flag that had just pretended to retreat was behind him. He said, "Cavalry, rush!"

Drush into the wind belt! Now it takes about an hour for the wind to be weak.

The other party was retreating in a panic. The news from the front was that the wolf cavalry had messed up the other party's soldiers. The Duke did not hesitate to give the order. All the cavalry left the infantry and pressed them. No matter how many people on the other side were in the rear, they only had less than two hours to pass the dangerous wind belt.

Block them and let them be in vain. They strangle the remaining enemies with all their strength this afternoon, and then ordered the heavy infantry to grasp the situation again. From then on, the other side can only attack for four hours a day, including the time to stay, and in case of invincible, the time to retreat. The wind from the northwest has incomprehensible power.

No strong man dares to stay in that fierce wind belt.

After the wind passes, there are large swamps, and the army can't walk at all. What can a few elites do even if they pass through there? No matter how strong an individual is, don't try to shake the defense of the Royal Knights.

Maglin watched the cavalry pass through the front. The wolf cavalry was already responsible for the task of vigilance. They were in the front, and there was no resistance in front.

The cavalry moved forward quickly.

The infantry looked at the ordinary heavy infantry prisoners on both sides and cheered at their comrades-in-arms. They said, "Forward, forward, fight to the abyss."

"Empire, will your Highness the Northern Expedition?"

"Not yet. But there will be a chance." Ribery looked at Maglin and asked with concern, "Are you better now?" You were so crazy just now. Although I'm not very proficient in magic, the power you exert is absolutely beyond your ability.

"Yesterday, Cader's magician gave me some magic crystals sent by Uncle Pooh."

"But anyway, you can't overdraw like this."

"But Your Highness, I don't want to see my comrades-in-arms sacrifice like that. I can't bear it."

Ribery was silent. He looked at Maiglin very seriously: "But don't do this next time, boy, I swear I think you are one of the best soldiers I've ever seen, but what you have to learn is how to be a qualified general."

Maglin actually understands that Harlem has taught him a lot.

On the battlefield, generals are not impulsive because of anger, do not get out of control because of sacrifice, and sometimes even let some troops die. It's like the Duke's arrangement today.

The meaning of the two defenses is to consume the enemy's momentum, draw out the opponent's main force, and then use strange super power...

"That's the power of Mount Hallelujah."

"Yes, the Great Wicked Ridge. The secret power of the royal family. Loyalty, fearless, omnipotent. Ribery said with a smile.

"I saw the flying dragon, and it seemed to be a Kaddle magician."

"Ye-huh. Yes. Today is another manifestation of elemental power. In fact, we have learned it for a long time, but we have not really studied it, but it has been different since then.

"The power of what element?"

"Taboo topic. You will know later."

"Okay, Your Highness."

"Anyway, although you are not in our plan, your performance today is amazing. That brilliant magic is really a wonderful art of killing. You are a great battlefield artist.

Maglin didn't know why the slightly neurotic crown prince began to be romantic again.

"That cruel beauty."

Maglin really didn't have the strength to sing with him, so he could only smile bitterly.

"Have a good rest. I'm also going to the front to have a look. Otherwise, how can you get into military merit? Prince Ribery ordered the soldiers to strictly protect the legion's Aleeus.

The logistics soldiers immediately served Maglin as a master.

The march tent has been built, and the hot water has been boiled. The super green wine that the prince can only enjoy from the imperial capital is ready. The food is ready, and the soft couch is ready.

"Lord Maglin, if you need anything, just tell me. Your Highness said, at this moment, I want to treat you as him. Let me introduce myself. I'm Rodriguez, His Royal Highness's aides."