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The sand on the ground began to sway slightly in the sound of horses' hoofs. Flash Dance Novel Network

It sounds like the whole world is collapsing.

Under the shining of the fire, the cavalry on the sand dunes were fascinated by the shadows, countless hooves knocked on the sand, and the dull roar filled the ear drums, making Thales almost unable to hear even the recent voices.

They rushed towards the small camp of the caravan.

Get closer.

"No, no," the owner of the caravan, Tom Ding seemed to be frightened. He looked at the group of orcs in front of him, looked at the stonebreaker tribes who fleeing behind him, and finally turned around. Looking at the stars and cavalry sweeping over the mountains and plains in the field of vision, Liushen muttered without a master: "We...we..."

Other merchants were no more conceited than him, and some even cried in panic.

"Dean, we are caught in the middle!"

Thyls, who was in a trance, was brought back to reality by the female captain's words, and his face paled as he watched the fierce and murderous cavalry front rushing in the distance in the name of his father.

Obviously, this is not the best time to smile and wave and then "good comrades".

After all, he doesn't have four legs.

"They are charging!"

Under the sky full of horseshoes and battle roars, Louisa looked eager and hoarse: "We can't survive!"

The captives panic.

"The God of Mo is on..." A businessman shuddered at the cavalry closer and closer, and was too scared to speak.

"No, no," Tom Ding squatted down, shrank and squeezed out a cry: "We will die...We will die...and my goods..."

"Fat fat man, stand up for the **** and shut up!" The bald mercenary pulled Tom Ding up from the ground and violently interrupted the caravan owner's impromptu speech.

The hoof rumbling, the ground trembles.

More and more cavalry figures are dazzled by the flames, making them vaguely discernible.

The two dozen orcs who stood in their way let out a fanatical roar, rubbing the blades in their hands, and were ready to desperately intercept them.

"Their target is the orcs..."

Dean’s expression has never been so solemn, his eyes patrolling back and forth between the orcs and star cavalry facing each other, his eyes are like iron: "As long as we can find cover and avoid their first shock... "

The old hammer coughed: "Also, don't forget the orcs who are running for their lives. The army of the stars will not let them go. We have to stay away from their pursuit route!"

Mckey spit out a **** tooth and pointed to a remote sand dune on the left side of the camp: "There!"

"Very good!" Dean's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and kicked a box in the way with difficulty: "Everyone, come with me! Don't leave any weapons in your hands!"

The captain of the female mercenary clenched her teeth and followed Dean: "Go!"

A group of captives awkwardly used their hands and feet in the sand, and ran away in a panic.

Behind them, more than twenty orc interceptors are getting closer and closer to the cavalry.

The prisoners finally hid under the sand dunes on the side of the battlefield. They leaned down, shielded themselves from the sight of the cavalry, and relaxed a little.

Tyles followed the others and slid down the dune hurriedly, then turned over and climbed up two steps, showing half of his head like Dean, watching nervously but not without shock, rushing down from the dune, occupying Cavalry who lost most of his vision.

"At least one hundred rides." On the other side, the old hammer didn't seem to be in good condition. He palely leaned on the fast rope to catch his breath, but his eyes were still sharp while looking at the battlefield: "And there are almost twenty inside. A crow whistle light ride, this is not common."

It feels like a mighty army.

Thyls squeezed his palms, silently.

In the distance, the war chief Kandal led more than a hundred of his men, swiftly fleeing in the opposite direction where the cavalry appeared, getting farther and farther away from their broken companions.

"More than a hundred..." Quick rope asked suspiciously. He looked at the group of running orcs: "But there are also one or two hundred of those gray bastards. With their power as ten...Why are you running?" /

The old hammer shook his head and said nothing.

"No matter how much it is," businessman Tom Ding interrupted the fast rope that was about to ask, he patted his chest unsurely: "Anyway, those **** escaped...this is a good thing. 35xs"

Just now.

"Crurie!"

The roar of the different blood resounded from the other side far from the battlefield in the fleeing team!

The captives turned their heads one after another, looking to the right side, looking at the rushing and retreating stonebreaker tribe.

Talston's eyes narrowed.

"Puff...Puff..."

On the other side of the battlefield, the roaring of horseshoes resounded in the shadows beyond the flames, followed by countless shouts of killing.

"My God, that's..." McGee widened his eyes in disbelief.

One by one, unfamiliar and swift figures appeared in front of everyone, the horseshoe under the seat pierced the darkness, and the armor on his body was cold.

Cavalry.

The second unit of cavalry.

They are like deadly killers who have been waiting for a long time, suddenly appearing from the dark, and rushing to the fugitives unstoppable!

"Mongrels!"

There was a cold cry from the new cavalry: "Do you like surprises?"

In the face of the sudden enemy, Kandal War Chief’s roar became more and more urgent, and the fleeing orcs had to slow down and regroup.

The old hammer looked at this strange soldier solemnly.

These newly-appearing cavalrymen galloped with their reins, but their hoofs were louder and heavier than those of the Chroma family, and their equipment was more unified, and they carried an awe-inspiring murderous aura.

"Outflank!"

"The cavalry of the Chroma family is just a long rod for driving rabbits, responsible for driving the enemy into the pocket, and the cavalry on this side is the real trap," the veteran of the stars sighed: "They must The tactics and formation are arranged."

"It's different." Dean said suddenly.

Faced with the doubts of others, Dean pointed to the new cavalry group: "Look at the flag."

Tyles squinted suspiciously, activated his senses of hell, and saw the battle flag flying among the cavalry.

Sure enough.

That's not a single-winged crow.

It's a flag that Thales didn't recognize: The pattern on the flag looked like a few bright stars from a distance, shrouded in a cloud of misty dust.

"Stardust Battle Banner!"

Old Hammer said in surprise: "It's the Stardust Guard!"

As soon as this statement came out, many people were shocked.

"The...Stardust Guard in Camp Bladefang?" Louisa asked with a frown.

Thyls looked at the others in confusion.

The old hammer nodded.

"Look carefully, their horses are not the same as those of the Chroma family. They are not pony horses native to the Western Wilds. They are taller, bigger, and heavier." The veteran carefully observed the new cavalry: "It's a hybrid of Northland Horse and Plain Horse, with stronger impact and explosive power."

"This group of cavalry is stationed on the western front and is directly under the standing army of the royal family."

"The Stardust Guard of Baron Williams."

The royal standing army?

Thyls' eyes lit up.

That said, this group of people can be trusted... right?

"Thank Mo God, thank the setting sun, thank Haoyue, thank Mingye, thank the kings of the Star Kingdom..." Tom Ding patted his heart, and tears were almost full of tears: "I knew it, served from my great grandfather' Xianjun's beginning, our family has been loyal to the Star Kingdom for generations, and fate will not let us die here..."

Everyone curled their lips and did not answer.

But the old hammer frowned slightly.

"Unbelievable, the Stardust Guard of the Baron and the levied army of the Chroma family..."

"This must be a big action... After the Desert War, this is the first time I have seen these two groups of disliked guys set off together..." Old Hammer murmured.

Thyls frowned slightly.

"But that's an orc! Ash **** that can't be killed!"

Quickrope counted the number of people, and asked in amazement: "I've counted, this group of newcomers...the star guards, there are only dozens of people in total. Can they really take advantage if they rush in? "

While speaking, the Cavalry of the Stardust Guard pierced the fugitive's flank ruthlessly like a sharp knife!

They met the enemy earlier than their colleagues from the Chroma family. 35xs

Quickline's question was answered immediately.

Thyls saw: The dozen orcs in the last line stood up and formed the first line of defense among the fugitives. They turned their sides to avoid collisions, and at the same time steadily raised their shields and weapons to be strong Muscles and tendons, ready to stop the rushing horses.

The cavalry at the forefront came to them instantly, facing their blades.

The prince held his breath.

He thought he would see the cavalry and the orcs head-on, but he was wrong.

In the next second, with the harsh sound, dozens of tiny black shadows sprang out from the cavalry, and instantly submerged into the formation of the orcs!

"Swish——wish!"

Following the cursing and screaming of the orcs, two out of a dozen orcs bent down in pain, and the team of fugitives suddenly became confused!

"Cavalry Crossbow!"

Old Hammer exclaimed: "Sure enough, it is the Stardust Guard. This weapon can only be used by the elite cavalry to tear open the enemy formation..."

Before he finished speaking, the Cavalry of the Stardust Guards all put aside their crossbows and stepped on the stirrups, roaring and out of their sheaths!

They fought hand-to-hand with the orcs, but they still didn't have the head-on-head that Thales imagined.

The first orc waved a large axe with both hands and slashed at the first knight who charged.

The sound of the axe broke through the air, but the knight calmly steered the horse to turn, and instantly stabbed the spear in his hand.

Axe light and gun shadow intertwined in the air.

"Shit!"

The horse passed by the orc at an incredible speed and angle.

The knight flew away, never looking back.

The big axe slashed into the sand hard.

The orc turned his head in disbelief, and looked down at his chest: a broken spear head pierced his chest from front to back, dyed red armor.

The badly wounded orc roared in grief and angrily, and the power before death surged all over his body.

Furious, it turned around, trying to find the next target, but desperately discovered: The human knights are turning like a swarm of bees that have been commanded, and are instantly diverted from the opponent’s Both sides drove away, not consuming power against it, let alone its weakness and mourning.

"Puff...Puff..."

The horseshoe rolled by, and the orc's fingers could only flick through the air weakly.

The next moment, it knelt on its knees, and its body was permanently buried in yellow sand.

It is not the only one.

Not far away, an orc faced the knight rushing with a knife, roaring and raising his shield, his waist and feet exerted strength!

"Clang!"

Occupying the superior strength and stature of the orc, it just shook its feet, and stubbornly held this heavy split!

But before it had time to fight back, the second knight skimmed over the other side of the orc.

The cold light flashed.

The saber in his hand stroked the orc's unprotected neck lightly.

"Whh--"

In the earth-shaking anger, blood from the orc's neck spurted out, and the shield fell to the ground.

"Idiot." The knight's disdain mixed with the sound of his hoofs before reaching its ears.

Scenes like this abound in the cavalry's first round of impact:

Some orc warriors died in a tricky sprint; some orcs were cut several times by cavalry passing by at high speed, and eventually bleed to the end; there were also skilled orcs who struggled and beautifully blocked several The knight was caught by the next enemy who always appeared around him and scratched his head; some orcs swung their axes frantically, aggressively, but they only made the never-ending cavalry more wisely avoid its edge; Other orcs were covered with wounds after a round of impact, standing tremblingly on the spot, looking at the companions everywhere and crying out sadly.

More and more orcs were wounded and bleed, and after a futile rage, they fell to the ground.

Where the horseshoe went, only a piece of blood was left.

The voice of the Kandal War Chief shook the sky, but he couldn't prevent his men from dying.

The captives hiding by the side were dumbfounded.

"See? This is the answer," Old Hammer shook his head: "When we stand on the ground with two feet, we can't even pinch one of their pinky fingers."

"But when you step on the stirrups, sit in the saddle, and rush forward with a 700-pound mount, everything changes—the vision becomes wider, the weapon becomes longer, and the world becomes smaller. ."

"Even opponents that were once invincible are inevitably weakened."

"Even the orcs."

Quick rope keeps his eyes on, as if forgot to answer.

"Elite, the Stardust Guard is a rare elite, don't forget this," McGee snorted coldly, "They are one of the best..."

The old hammer shook his head and coughed heavily: "Don't forget...cough cough...they are not facing the sand thief and the exile who are wise to protect themselves, but the scary force in the great desert, the dragon skeleton. Under the throne, the elite warriors in the Stonebreaking Tribe are also elite soldiers and powerful generals, who act collectively, and are disciplined not inferior to the Legionnaires of the stars. They regard death as home and are comparable to the mighty northern warriors."

McGee turned his head away and stopped talking.

Thyls listened carefully to their conversation.

In this way, the Stardust Guards, which rushed in at high speed with horsepower, unstoppably tore open the first line of defense that the orcs had hurriedly formed.

They didn't care whether there were survivors in the first round of impact, and they went straight into the ranks of fugitives.

In the chaos, Kandal's roar came again.

The second layer of defense was formed: a dozen orcs with contradictory cards in their hands roared and stood together, taking care of each other, covering the flanks of their companions.

Seeing the cavalry approaching, the orcs shouted together, and under the orders of a scarred leader, they raised their shields to respond to the enemy and pierced out with their spears.

However, the leader of the knight who rushed towards it just looked at the opponent's spear formation, frowned, and whistled.

In the next second, the cavalry all turned sideways, raised the reins and turned, bypassing the enemy formation from both sides, giving up the battle with the formation.

The scarred orc roared wildly, seemingly uncomfortable with his opponent's evasion and weakness.

But the offense is not over.

The sound of horseshoes sounded again, this time the attack did not come from the front: a group of cavalry bypassed the line of defense, gathered on both sides, turned towards the unprotected flanks and even the rear of the orc formation!

"On the battlefield, when you have one more leg than the enemy," the old hammer under the sand dune sighed: "You have one more choice."

"Hula--"

The scarred orc roared, knocking open the oncoming cavalry knife, and the powerful force brought the opponent off the horse.

But then, a sword from the side cut off its head.

Sword and sword shadow, blood splashing.

The orcs standing with it also end up ugly: either they died from a side raid, or they were pierced through the back by a cold sword and cold gun, while the orcs who turned around to deal with the pinch attack were in an undefended front The throat was sealed by a knife, even if there were orcs who survived, they would often fall to the ground in the next attack organized by the cavalry again.

The second orc line of defense that was flanked by multiple sides immediately collapsed.

Thyls watched this scene in disbelief.

He still remembers the scene when the caravan was attacked: in the screams and fighting, the enemy rushed from all directions, the powerful force was almost unstoppable, and the sharp blade tore the body of the companion, every moment Everyone falls, and blood and death go hand in hand.

At the time, he was brandishing a shield and a long sword desperately, resisting panic and panic, and resisting the endless attacks of the orcs, but he could only fall to the ground in despair and pain.

But now, the orcs, the group of terrifying tribal warriors who left him with lingering fears, were the one who had been beaten to the point.

Now, it is their turn to panic, chaos, and panic, confronting the ubiquitous blades, and experiencing the death of their companions and the strength of their enemies in fear and anger.

After this round of impact, the Cavalry of the Stardust Guard pierced through the fugitives diagonally, riding their horses out of the enemy's formation before more orcs moved around.

They ran for a distance, reined in their horses, turned their horses, regrouped, rushed out of the high speed again, and returned to the formation.

Sprinting, attacking, detaching, turning back, sprinting, and attacking again, the human cavalry with fewer than a hundred men repeats this process over and over again.

They are like sharp knives, stabbing, retracting, and stabbing again and again, bringing a new round of **** storms and harvesting the lives of the orcs.

The captives even forgot to breathe.

Kandal's roar is more rapid and stern.

"On the chessboard," Dean said with emotion: "Chariots and knights are often darlings."

The others turned to look at him.

Dean shook his head slowly: "Because they took the farthest steps in the same round."

"Look at it!"

The Desolate Man McGee, who has been staring at the battlefield, yelled: "House Chroma!"

The captives turned their heads.

On the other side of the battlefield, the more than twenty strong orcs who were the first to be broken, finally met with the Chroma family and the cavalry who rushed down from the sand dunes.

Unexpectedly, the Chroma family chose a completely different strategy compared to the lightness and agility of the Crow Whistle before and the Stardust Guard's back and forth charge.

I don’t know when, cavalry like Raven’s Light Cavalry has already bypassed the interceptor. The front row of the cavalry has been replaced by heavy armored soldiers, heavily armored knights, and sharp single-winged crows painted on their shields and vests. , Stepping on the sand, rolling in.

Majestic and majestic.

Welcome to more than 20 knots of the same muscles, with armor on the body, at a glance, they are orc warriors born for interception!

Loisa squinted her eyes: "No... they want..."

Dean nodded, his face solemn: "Heavy cavalry attack."

"Obviously, the single-winged crow does not want to waste time."

Tyles' eyes widened.

Yes.

Shock.

Head-to-head, iron to iron, face to face, no dodge, no fancy impact!

With a shout, the heavy cavalry in the first row put down their spears.

The orcs after the break yelled and turned sideways, pressed their shoulders against the shield, and drew their swords in their hands to fight back.

Finally.

"Boom!"

In the terrifying noise, the spear of the heavy cavalry and the shield of the orc slammed together!

The snapping sound of the spear, the shattering of the shield, the painful cry of the orcs, and the cursing of the human beings all rang out instantly, making it extremely chaotic.

Tyles’ face was shocked, and he once again witnessed the unparalleled power of the orcs: in the front line, a ferocious orc with all his strength against his shield, his bones and muscles protruding, he stepped on the sand in a desperate roar. After three steps back to the ground, he not only resisted the impact of the heavy cavalry, but also used his waist and abdomen to overturn the heavy cavalry on the ground with his horse!

This power...

The prince understands: There is a reason Kandal left this team of elite players.

But their performance ends here.

The next moment, the orc who overturned his opponent in the captive's surprised eyes just raised his head, and the second heavy cavalry passed the horse on the ground, and the gun body hit its shoulder heavily!

"Boom!"

In the loud noise, the orc at the end of the crossbow couldn't bear it anymore. It skewed and watched the heavy cavalry roar away.

The third heavy cavalry rushed in mercilessly and slammed into its chest without deviation.

In the terrible impact, the orc who had just used his force to break the enemy was like a sandbag that was hammered, and his huge body flew backwards.

It fell to the ground, coughed up two bites of blood in pain, and was unable to stand up.

The orcs will soon stop worrying.

"Rumble—"

One second later, the fourth, fifth, and sixth... countless heavy cavalry rolled forward on unstoppable iron hoofs.

One by one, horseshoes stepped on the orc lying on the ground mercilessly, and amidst the chilling crash, it crushed its bones, muscles and internal organs one after another...

Smash the old pride of the orcs.

The dying orc didn't even have a chance to stand up, so he was drowned in the endless sea of ​​heavy riders.

It is a microcosm of the more than twenty orc interceptors: the orc warriors who have just seen death as home, like a rainbow, under the impact of heavy riders, like waves submerged in the sea, thrown into the gravel in the desert.

No trace, no sound.

As the Croma family ordered before charging:

Don't keep one.

(End of this chapter)

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Chapter 377 Breaking the Army, Kingdom Bloodline-Shanwu Novels

The sand on the ground began to sway slightly in the sound of horses' hoofs. Flash Dance Novel Network

It sounds like the whole world is collapsing.

Under the shining of the fire, the cavalry on the sand dunes were fascinated by the shadows, countless hooves knocked on the sand, and the dull roar filled the ear drums, making Thales almost unable to hear even the recent voices.

They rushed towards the small camp of the caravan.

Get closer.

"No, no," the owner of the caravan, Tom Ding seemed to be frightened. He looked at the group of orcs in front of him, looked at the stonebreaker tribes who fleeing behind him, and finally turned around. Looking at the stars and cavalry sweeping over the mountains and plains in the field of vision, Liushen muttered without a master: "We...we..."

Other merchants were no more conceited than him, and some even cried in panic.

"Dean, we are caught in the middle!"

Thyls, who was in a trance, was brought back to reality by the female captain's words, and his face paled as he watched the fierce and murderous cavalry front rushing in the distance in the name of his father.

Obviously, this is not the best time to smile and wave and then "good comrades".

After all, he doesn't have four legs.

"They are charging!"

Under the sky full of horseshoes and battle roars, Louisa looked eager and hoarse: "We can't survive!"

The captives panic.

"The God of Mo is on..." A businessman shuddered at the cavalry closer and closer, and was too scared to speak.

"No, no," Tom Ding squatted down, shrank and squeezed out a cry: "We will die...We will die...and my goods..."

"Fat fat man, stand up for the **** and shut up!" The bald mercenary pulled Tom Ding up from the ground and violently interrupted the caravan owner's impromptu speech.

The hoof rumbling, the ground trembles.

More and more cavalry figures are dazzled by the flames, making them vaguely discernible.

The two dozen orcs who stood in their way let out a fanatical roar, rubbing the blades in their hands, and were ready to desperately intercept them.

"Their target is the orcs..."

Dean’s expression has never been so solemn, his eyes patrolling back and forth between the orcs and star cavalry facing each other, his eyes are like iron: "As long as we can find cover and avoid their first shock... "

The old hammer coughed: "Also, don't forget the orcs who are running for their lives. The army of the stars will not let them go. We have to stay away from their pursuit route!"

Mckey spit out a **** tooth and pointed to a remote sand dune on the left side of the camp: "There!"

"Very good!" Dean's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and kicked a box in the way with difficulty: "Everyone, come with me! Don't leave any weapons in your hands!"

The captain of the female mercenary clenched her teeth and followed Dean: "Go!"

A group of captives awkwardly used their hands and feet in the sand, and ran away in a panic.

Behind them, more than twenty orc interceptors are getting closer and closer to the cavalry.

The prisoners finally hid under the sand dunes on the side of the battlefield. They leaned down, shielded themselves from the sight of the cavalry, and relaxed a little.

Tyles followed the others and slid down the dune hurriedly, then turned over and climbed up two steps, showing half of his head like Dean, watching nervously but not without shock, rushing down from the dune, occupying Cavalry who lost most of his vision.

"At least one hundred rides." On the other side, the old hammer didn't seem to be in good condition. He palely leaned on the fast rope to catch his breath, but his eyes were still sharp while looking at the battlefield: "And there are almost twenty inside. A crow whistle light ride, this is not common."

It feels like a mighty army.

Thyls squeezed his palms, silently.

In the distance, the war chief Kandal led more than a hundred of his men, swiftly fleeing in the opposite direction where the cavalry appeared, getting farther and farther away from their broken companions.

"More than a hundred..." Quick rope asked suspiciously. He looked at the group of running orcs: "But there are also one or two hundred of those gray bastards. With their power as ten...Why are you running?" /

The old hammer shook his head and said nothing.

"No matter how much it is," businessman Tom Ding interrupted the fast rope that was about to ask, he patted his chest unsurely: "Anyway, those **** escaped...this is a good thing. 35xs"

Just now.

"Crurie!"

The roar of the different blood resounded from the other side far from the battlefield in the fleeing team!

The captives turned their heads one after another, looking to the right side, looking at the rushing and retreating stonebreaker tribe.

Talston's eyes narrowed.

"Puff...Puff..."

On the other side of the battlefield, the roaring of horseshoes resounded in the shadows beyond the flames, followed by countless shouts of killing.

"My God, that's..." McGee widened his eyes in disbelief.

One by one, unfamiliar and swift figures appeared in front of everyone, the horseshoe under the seat pierced the darkness, and the armor on his body was cold.

Cavalry.

The second unit of cavalry.

They are like deadly killers who have been waiting for a long time, suddenly appearing from the dark, and rushing to the fugitives unstoppable!

"Mongrels!"

There was a cold cry from the new cavalry: "Do you like surprises?"

In the face of the sudden enemy, Kandal War Chief’s roar became more and more urgent, and the fleeing orcs had to slow down and regroup.

The old hammer looked at this strange soldier solemnly.

These newly-appearing cavalrymen galloped with their reins, but their hoofs were louder and heavier than those of the Chroma family, and their equipment was more unified, and they carried an awe-inspiring murderous aura.

"Outflank!"

"The cavalry of the Chroma family is just a long rod for driving rabbits, responsible for driving the enemy into the pocket, and the cavalry on this side is the real trap," the veteran of the stars sighed: "They must The tactics and formation are arranged."

"It's different." Dean said suddenly.

Faced with the doubts of others, Dean pointed to the new cavalry group: "Look at the flag."

Tyles squinted suspiciously, activated his senses of hell, and saw the battle flag flying among the cavalry.

Sure enough.

That's not a single-winged crow.

It's a flag that Thales didn't recognize: The pattern on the flag looked like a few bright stars from a distance, shrouded in a cloud of misty dust.

"Stardust Battle Banner!"

Old Hammer said in surprise: "It's the Stardust Guard!"

As soon as this statement came out, many people were shocked.

"The...Stardust Guard in Camp Bladefang?" Louisa asked with a frown.

Thyls looked at the others in confusion.

The old hammer nodded.

"Look carefully, their horses are not the same as those of the Chroma family. They are not pony horses native to the Western Wilds. They are taller, bigger, and heavier." The veteran carefully observed the new cavalry: "It's a hybrid of Northland Horse and Plain Horse, with stronger impact and explosive power."

"This group of cavalry is stationed on the western front and is directly under the standing army of the royal family."

"The Stardust Guard of Baron Williams."

The royal standing army?

Thyls' eyes lit up.

That said, this group of people can be trusted... right?

"Thank Mo God, thank the setting sun, thank Haoyue, thank Mingye, thank the kings of the Star Kingdom..." Tom Ding patted his heart, and tears were almost full of tears: "I knew it, served from my great grandfather' Xianjun's beginning, our family has been loyal to the Star Kingdom for generations, and fate will not let us die here..."

Everyone curled their lips and did not answer.

But the old hammer frowned slightly.

"Unbelievable, the Stardust Guard of the Baron and the levied army of the Chroma family..."

"This must be a big action... After the Desert War, this is the first time I have seen these two groups of disliked guys set off together..." Old Hammer murmured.

Thyls frowned slightly.

"But that's an orc! Ash **** that can't be killed!"

Quickrope counted the number of people, and asked in amazement: "I've counted, this group of newcomers...the star guards, there are only dozens of people in total. Can they really take advantage if they rush in? "

While speaking, the Cavalry of the Stardust Guard pierced the fugitive's flank ruthlessly like a sharp knife!

They met the enemy earlier than their colleagues from the Chroma family. 35xs

Quickline's question was answered immediately.

Thyls saw: The dozen orcs in the last line stood up and formed the first line of defense among the fugitives. They turned their sides to avoid collisions, and at the same time steadily raised their shields and weapons to be strong Muscles and tendons, ready to stop the rushing horses.

The cavalry at the forefront came to them instantly, facing their blades.

The prince held his breath.

He thought he would see the cavalry and the orcs head-on, but he was wrong.

In the next second, with the harsh sound, dozens of tiny black shadows sprang out from the cavalry, and instantly submerged into the formation of the orcs!

"Swish——wish!"

Following the cursing and screaming of the orcs, two out of a dozen orcs bent down in pain, and the team of fugitives suddenly became confused!

"Cavalry Crossbow!"

Old Hammer exclaimed: "Sure enough, it is the Stardust Guard. This weapon can only be used by the elite cavalry to tear open the enemy formation..."

Before he finished speaking, the Cavalry of the Stardust Guards all put aside their crossbows and stepped on the stirrups, roaring and out of their sheaths!

They fought hand-to-hand with the orcs, but they still didn't have the head-on-head that Thales imagined.

The first orc waved a large axe with both hands and slashed at the first knight who charged.

The sound of the axe broke through the air, but the knight calmly steered the horse to turn, and instantly stabbed the spear in his hand.

Axe light and gun shadow intertwined in the air.

"Shit!"

The horse passed by the orc at an incredible speed and angle.

The knight flew away, never looking back.

The big axe slashed into the sand hard.

The orc turned his head in disbelief, and looked down at his chest: a broken spear head pierced his chest from front to back, dyed red armor.

The badly wounded orc roared in grief and angrily, and the power before death surged all over his body.

Furious, it turned around, trying to find the next target, but desperately discovered: The human knights are turning like a swarm of bees that have been commanded, and are instantly diverted from the opponent’s Both sides drove away, not consuming power against it, let alone its weakness and mourning.

"Puff...Puff..."

The horseshoe rolled by, and the orc's fingers could only flick through the air weakly.

The next moment, it knelt on its knees, and its body was permanently buried in yellow sand.

It is not the only one.

Not far away, an orc faced the knight rushing with a knife, roaring and raising his shield, his waist and feet exerted strength!

"Clang!"

Occupying the superior strength and stature of the orc, it just shook its feet, and stubbornly held this heavy split!

But before it had time to fight back, the second knight skimmed over the other side of the orc.

The cold light flashed.

The saber in his hand stroked the orc's unprotected neck lightly.

"Whh--"

In the earth-shaking anger, blood from the orc's neck spurted out, and the shield fell to the ground.

"Idiot." The knight's disdain mixed with the sound of his hoofs before reaching its ears.

Scenes like this abound in the cavalry's first round of impact:

Some orc warriors died in a tricky sprint; some orcs were cut several times by cavalry passing by at high speed, and eventually bleed to the end; there were also skilled orcs who struggled and beautifully blocked several The knight was caught by the next enemy who always appeared around him and scratched his head; some orcs swung their axes frantically, aggressively, but they only made the never-ending cavalry more wisely avoid its edge; Other orcs were covered with wounds after a round of impact, standing tremblingly on the spot, looking at the companions everywhere and crying out sadly.

More and more orcs were wounded and bleed, and after a futile rage, they fell to the ground.

Where the horseshoe went, only a piece of blood was left.

The voice of the Kandal War Chief shook the sky, but he couldn't prevent his men from dying.

The captives hiding by the side were dumbfounded.

"See? This is the answer," Old Hammer shook his head: "When we stand on the ground with two feet, we can't even pinch one of their pinky fingers."

"But when you step on the stirrups, sit in the saddle, and rush forward with a 700-pound mount, everything changes—the vision becomes wider, the weapon becomes longer, and the world becomes smaller. ."

"Even opponents that were once invincible are inevitably weakened."

"Even the orcs."

Quick rope keeps his eyes on, as if forgot to answer.

"Elite, the Stardust Guard is a rare elite, don't forget this," McGee snorted coldly, "They are one of the best..."

The old hammer shook his head and coughed heavily: "Don't forget...cough cough...they are not facing the sand thief and the exile who are wise to protect themselves, but the scary force in the great desert, the dragon skeleton. Under the throne, the elite warriors in the Stonebreaking Tribe are also elite soldiers and powerful generals, who act collectively, and are disciplined not inferior to the Legionnaires of the stars. They regard death as home and are comparable to the mighty northern warriors."

McGee turned his head away and stopped talking.

Thyls listened carefully to their conversation.

In this way, the Stardust Guards, which rushed in at high speed with horsepower, unstoppably tore open the first line of defense that the orcs had hurriedly formed.

They didn't care whether there were survivors in the first round of impact, and they went straight into the ranks of fugitives.

In the chaos, Kandal's roar came again.

The second layer of defense was formed: a dozen orcs with contradictory cards in their hands roared and stood together, taking care of each other, covering the flanks of their companions.

Seeing the cavalry approaching, the orcs shouted together, and under the orders of a scarred leader, they raised their shields to respond to the enemy and pierced out with their spears.

However, the leader of the knight who rushed towards it just looked at the opponent's spear formation, frowned, and whistled.

In the next second, the cavalry all turned sideways, raised the reins and turned, bypassing the enemy formation from both sides, giving up the battle with the formation.

The scarred orc roared wildly, seemingly uncomfortable with his opponent's evasion and weakness.

But the offense is not over.

The sound of horseshoes sounded again, this time the attack did not come from the front: a group of cavalry bypassed the line of defense, gathered on both sides, turned towards the unprotected flanks and even the rear of the orc formation!

"On the battlefield, when you have one more leg than the enemy," the old hammer under the sand dune sighed: "You have one more choice."

"Hula--"

The scarred orc roared, knocking open the oncoming cavalry knife, and the powerful force brought the opponent off the horse.

But then, a sword from the side cut off its head.

Sword and sword shadow, blood splashing.

The orcs standing with it also end up ugly: either they died from a side raid, or they were pierced through the back by a cold sword and cold gun, while the orcs who turned around to deal with the pinch attack were in an undefended front The throat was sealed by a knife, even if there were orcs who survived, they would often fall to the ground in the next attack organized by the cavalry again.

The second orc line of defense that was flanked by multiple sides immediately collapsed.

Thyls watched this scene in disbelief.

He still remembers the scene when the caravan was attacked: in the screams and fighting, the enemy rushed from all directions, the powerful force was almost unstoppable, and the sharp blade tore the body of the companion, every moment Everyone falls, and blood and death go hand in hand.

At the time, he was brandishing a shield and a long sword desperately, resisting panic and panic, and resisting the endless attacks of the orcs, but he could only fall to the ground in despair and pain.

But now, the orcs, the group of terrifying tribal warriors who left him with lingering fears, were the one who had been beaten to the point.

Now, it is their turn to panic, chaos, and panic, confronting the ubiquitous blades, and experiencing the death of their companions and the strength of their enemies in fear and anger.

After this round of impact, the Cavalry of the Stardust Guard pierced through the fugitives diagonally, riding their horses out of the enemy's formation before more orcs moved around.

They ran for a distance, reined in their horses, turned their horses, regrouped, rushed out of the high speed again, and returned to the formation.

Sprinting, attacking, detaching, turning back, sprinting, and attacking again, the human cavalry with fewer than a hundred men repeats this process over and over again.

They are like sharp knives, stabbing, retracting, and stabbing again and again, bringing a new round of **** storms and harvesting the lives of the orcs.

The captives even forgot to breathe.

Kandal's roar is more rapid and stern.

"On the chessboard," Dean said with emotion: "Chariots and knights are often darlings."

The others turned to look at him.

Dean shook his head slowly: "Because they took the farthest steps in the same round."

"Look at it!"

The Desolate Man McGee, who has been staring at the battlefield, yelled: "House Chroma!"

The captives turned their heads.

On the other side of the battlefield, the more than twenty strong orcs who were the first to be broken, finally met with the Chroma family and the cavalry who rushed down from the sand dunes.

Unexpectedly, the Chroma family chose a completely different strategy compared to the lightness and agility of the Crow Whistle before and the Stardust Guard's back and forth charge.

I don’t know when, cavalry like Raven’s Light Cavalry has already bypassed the interceptor. The front row of the cavalry has been replaced by heavy armored soldiers, heavily armored knights, and sharp single-winged crows painted on their shields and vests. , Stepping on the sand, rolling in.

Majestic and majestic.

Welcome to more than 20 knots of the same muscles, with armor on the body, at a glance, they are orc warriors born for interception!

Loisa squinted her eyes: "No... they want..."

Dean nodded, his face solemn: "Heavy cavalry attack."

"Obviously, the single-winged crow does not want to waste time."

Tyles' eyes widened.

Yes.

Shock.

Head-to-head, iron to iron, face to face, no dodge, no fancy impact!

With a shout, the heavy cavalry in the first row put down their spears.

The orcs after the break yelled and turned sideways, pressed their shoulders against the shield, and drew their swords in their hands to fight back.

Finally.

"Boom!"

In the terrifying noise, the spear of the heavy cavalry and the shield of the orc slammed together!

The snapping sound of the spear, the shattering of the shield, the painful cry of the orcs, and the cursing of the human beings all rang out instantly, making it extremely chaotic.

Tyles' face was shocked. He once again witnessed the unparalleled power of the orcs: in the front line, a hideous orc with all his strength on his shield, his bones and muscles protruding~ IndoMTL.com~ roaring desperately Zhong stepped on the sand and retreated three steps in a row, not only resisting the impact of the heavy cavalry, but also exerting force on the waist and abdomen to overturn the heavy cavalry on the ground!

This power...

The prince understands: There is a reason Kandal left this team of elite players.

But their performance ends here.

The next moment, the orc who overturned his opponent in the captive's surprised eyes just raised his head, and the second heavy cavalry passed the horse on the ground, and the gun body hit its shoulder heavily!

"Boom!"

In the loud noise, the orc at the end of the crossbow couldn't bear it anymore. It skewed and watched the heavy cavalry roar away.

The third heavy cavalry rushed in mercilessly and slammed into its chest without deviation.

In the terrible impact, the orc who had just used his force to break the enemy was like a sandbag that was hammered, and his huge body flew backwards.

It fell to the ground, coughed up two bites of blood in pain, and was unable to stand up.

The orcs will soon stop worrying.

"Rumble—"

One second later, the fourth, fifth, and sixth... countless heavy cavalry rolled forward on unstoppable iron hoofs.

One by one, horseshoes stepped on the orc lying on the ground mercilessly, and amidst the chilling crash, it crushed its bones, muscles and internal organs one after another...

Smash the old pride of the orcs.

The dying orc didn't even have a chance to stand up, so he was drowned in the endless sea of ​​heavy riders.

It is a microcosm of the more than twenty orc interceptors: the orc warriors who have just seen death as home, like a rainbow, under the impact of heavy riders, like waves submerged in the sea, thrown into the gravel in the desert.

No trace, no sound.

As the Croma family ordered before charging:

Don't keep one.

(End of this chapter)