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Volume 2 The Dusty Kingdom Scene 478 The Trumpet Blows IV

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    When the last noble knight on the battlefield in front was killed with a sword, those white lion knights continued to kill in this direction without stopping.  The number of people on the other side could not be said to be large, but their momentum was extremely astonishing. The riverbank trembled slightly. The White Lion Guards were knights under horses, but when they mounted their war horses, they were still the most powerful cavalry in the kingdom.

    "Lowerthe spear" Matthew felt that his voice was out of tune. Even when facing countless skeleton armies in the first Black Rose War, he had never been so nervous at this moment.  Pass.

    Because he understands that if he fails in this battle, then he will no longer have the chance to regret it.

    The spearmen lowered their spears in rows, and then a spell fell from the sky and landed on these inferior spears, causing the spear tips of the rows of spears to flash with a lavender light.  "Enchanting!" Matthew was startled. He subconsciously raised his head and discovered that a wizard had actually cast a spell on his team. This discovery made him extremely excited.  With the blessing of spells, the spearman can finally threaten the opponent's knights.

    Although it may not make him win, it will at least make his opponents fearful. If they can directly bypass him and pinch the weak persimmons behind him, that would be great.

    At this critical juncture, Matthew couldn't help but think of preserving his strength.

    But unfortunately, this choice is not in his hands.

    He was soon shocked to find that the White Lion knights seemed to be disdainful of the formation he had set up to face the enemy. The Tonigel knights did not even stop for a moment and rushed directly towards this side.

    Matthew even seemed to faintly hear someone giving orders: "Accelerate, charge!"

    That was a calm, but very young-sounding male voice.

    "Are you crazy!" Matthew almost wanted to shout at the lunatics opposite him. In any case, the spearman still posed a threat to the rider.  In a normal battle, even in the most radical approach, the knight has to constantly mobilize the spearmen to adjust the formation, and then kill them with one blow.

    How can it be so directly faced?

    But he had no time to think so much.  Because the threat was approaching, each spearman tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, and Matthew once again drew his sword.

    He understands that success or failure lies in this one move.

    Fifty meters.  Thirty meters, twenty meters

    Just when the noble knight was about to shout loudly: "Raise the spear", suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.  Because he saw a silver ripple sweeping out from between the white lion knights and hitting his body.  At that moment, Matthew only felt an irresistible force pulling up his arm, turning the long sword tightly in his hand upside down, and pierced his own throat with the sword.

    "Ahho ho"

    Matthew screamed and tried in vain to pull out the sword, but all he could catch was the spurting blood arrow.

    He felt that his strength was disappearing and his vision was spinning. He saw the Tonigar knights rushing away from the spearmen who were panicking because they had lost their command, knocking those poor people to the ground, trampling them.  die.

    He saw that the thin formation could almost be penetrated with a poke.  The soldiers fled in panic, screaming, and crashing into nearby friendly forces.

    Matthew closed his eyes in pain, but at the last moment of his life, he saw something crossing the sky, sliding from his gradually dimming vision.

    Finally, the noble knight fell limply from his saddle.

    But the fighting on the battlefield has just begun.

    Four spells are passing through the sky.

    Those are four silver threads that traverse the sky and the earth. They are cast from the hands of the Sasardian wizards, and they almost have the power to destroy the world.

    Four beams of light swept through the forest, hundreds of hectares of forestland evaporated into ashes, and the spell cut the land like a sharp blade.  When they swept across the frozen Alder River and shot toward the White Lion Knights, even the river water was cut into four sections. The ice flow in the river actually evaporated and rolled back, revealing a pebble-strewn river bed.

    But Brando only looked at this scene coldly.

    How dare these people perform string magic in front of him.  Compared with the senior sister, this level of dragon language magic is simply laughable.

    He directly pulled out the annihilation. This dark and twisted holy sword looked like a piece of scrap metal, but its curved blade contained the meaning of annihilation of all laws.

    Expand superior authority.

    Cut into the third layer tiamat network.

    Cut off the source of magic transmission.

    A series of actions inThe moment Lando swung his sword, the four silver threads were shattered in mid-air, but this was far from over because the connection between order and space was also severed.  The flying skills of the Sasardian wizards also failed, and they fell directly from mid-air.

    And this time, there is no magic shield to protect them from harm.

    The body of the Silver People fell to the ground from a height of a hundred meters away, and the final result was nothing more than a pile of mud.

    "Descend! Descend!"

    "Hurry down, the opponent has a way to ban magic!"

    Some Sasard wizards who were slightly away from Brando and were lucky enough to escape were frightened by this scene and fled far away.  The wizard leader among them shouted at the top of his lungs to signal the others to descend immediately.

    Brando held the dark, twisted and weird long sword in his hand, and looked around at the sky. In the area where the White Lion Knight was, there was no longer a Sassardian wizard who dared to stay in the air.

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    "The Holy Sword will destroy you!"

    In the airspace in the other direction, a wizard in gray robe or blue robe is gathering.  But everyone looked serious, and some of them even frowned.

    "Erdo, Huggins is dead"

    "The same goes for De Pana and Carla."

    "With the Holy Sword to destroy, the opponent should be that person."

    "He is indeed back and summoned everyone. The Eruin scouts made a mistake in their judgment. The other party is definitely not a sword master who is good at illusions." A majestic voice sounded, making everyone turn around.  Look at the speaker.

    The person who spoke was Hollis Finn. He was the most respected wizard among the Sarsard people after the Sard wizard, and he was also the leader of this operation.

    This is a serious-looking, old-fashioned middle-aged man with two strange snow-white eyebrows on his handsome face.  The sharp eyes hidden under the snow-white eyebrows glanced at everyone present, and continued: "That is the power of the elements of time and space. It is known as the law closest to the truth under the power of existence. Our opponent is extremely powerful.  , he may have been taught by Turaman, and I alone may not be his opponent."

    "Sir," the wizards expressed their opinions one after another: "We don't need to fight him alone. Now that the target has appeared, shouldn't we notify the other party to enter?"

    Hollis nodded: "That's what I meant."

    As for the unlucky guys who died in Brando's hands, no one mentioned it anymore.

    The death of those apprentices is not a big deal to the Buga people. Although every one of the Silver People is extremely noble, there are not a few apprentices who die in various experiments every year. Before they have the ability to become a formal wizard,  Even the Bugans themselves are nothing more than cannon fodder.

    It¡¯s just that the Buga people¡¯s requirements for formal wizards are much higher than those of ordinary people.

    There are and only those true wizards who are the most valuable assets of the Sasard Alliance.

    "And in the wilderness on both sides of the Alder River, the fighting between the Tonigels and the southern army has just begun.

    The ¡®sacrifice¡¯ of two consecutive lords finally bought enough time for others to react.  The horn sounded, and except for a few people who immediately chose to retreat, various noble armies immediately chose to obey the order and surrounded Brando and his White Lion Knights from both sides of the Alde River.  come over.

    Such a strange scene formed on the battlefield. The armies north of the Alder River were gathering together and surrounding a tiny point on the battlefield. And in the center of that point was an extremely weak Tonigel force.  Human cavalry.

    "Sir, what should we do next?"

    "Forward."

    "Forward?"

    Faced with siege from all sides, even the most daring people will inevitably want to give up.  Although the knights of the White Lion Guard trained by Brando are all the best young people of Tony Geer and even Eruin, they can't help but feel that there is no chance of winning in the face of the current battle situation.

    Brando turned around and looked at the knight captain behind him. He was a very handsome and even pretty young man. He was still childish, with light freckles on his face, some curly hair, and twinkling hazel eyes.  Shining with an unusually firm light.

    "Are you scared?"

    "Of course notit's just you"

    Brando held Extermination in hand and pointed forward: "The brown bear on the coat of arms is the coat of arms of the Cade family. This family is famous for its cowards, but they dare to show off their power in front of you. I want you??Is it okay to move forward bravely, pierce the formation of those cowards from the front, and open a hole in the rebel encirclement?  "

    The knights took a deep breath.

    There is boiling blood in my heart.

    They will fight side by side with the most legendary hero of Eruin. It is just two simple words, but it makes them feel as if they are invincible.

    "Blow the trumpet." Brando said.

    The knights turned around and focused their attention on the young knight captain.  The latter silently took off the strap of the white horn from his shoulder and held it up with both hands.

    Another low-pitched horn sounded in the vast wilderness, and the sound resonated like the echo of the biting north wind, echoing on both sides of the Alder River.

    The knights let go of their horses' reins, sheathed their swords, and untied their spears from under their saddles in a neat movement.  The magic sigil on the white lion armor was activated at this moment, and the brilliance of magic flashed into one piece.

    And the war horse began to run quickly, and gradually accelerated again.

    The ground roared.

    ¡­(To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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