Several iron hooves stepped over them. Whether he stepped on Bjorn's back or on Alfred's back, the same heavy damage was inflicted on both sides of the struggle. But Alfred relied on the power of the scabbard to continuously recover, and Bjorn was the only one who was really hurt.
Alfred once restrained Chimalpopoka by wrestling. Although Bjorn was protected by the God of War, he was not much stronger than Alfred. After the confrontation between the cavalry on both sides ended, he finally kicked Alfred away, grabbed the spear and retreated to a suitable distance. After Alfred realized that he was weaker than the other party, he stopped entangled, grabbed the discarded sword and continued to confront Bjorn.
After this fight, both parties were out of breath.
"This is not the strength of a person without magic." Bjorn frowned, "Where does your strength come from?"
"What, are you scared?" Alfred wiped the sweat from his face and grinned. Then, he waved his hand forward and shouted to the knight behind him: "Don't be dazed, and don't be afraid of stepping on me, just keep attacking!"
"Alfred, you are indeed a ruthless character, but I am no longer what I used to be."
Bjorn also waved his hand and gave the order to attack to the men behind him. Both groups of men were stunned: Bjorn and Alfred were standing in the middle of them, and the cavalry would inevitably hit them when they charged. It was too late to rein in the incident just now, so why do they still need to charge now? But seeing Alfred and Bjorn's resolute attitude, they did not dare to disobey, so they had no choice but to mobilize their horses to sit down and start the second wave of hedging.
The sound of rolling horse hooves echoed around again. Bjorn opened his throat and roared louder than the sound of horse hooves: "Alfred, you can't stop me. When I come back this time, my only opponent will be Heystein!"
In response to the voice, a magic power gathered on the tip of his spear again. It stands to reason that he has consumed a lot of his magic power, but the power he gathered this time is not much different from the two attacks he attacked Chimalpopoka and his attack on Alfred. Alfred had noticed the blood stains on the corner of Bjorn's mouth early on, and he couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that he had abandoned the Asir clan and learned the magic of Aztlan?
A knight's voice came from behind: "King of Knights, catch the horse under me!"
Alfred couldn't look away from Bjorn, but he already knew what was going to happen. The knight had already taken off his helmet and armor during the confrontation after the first wave of confrontation, and went into battle lightly. The moment his horse came to Alfred's side and behind, he suddenly jumped up from the horse, and Alfred grabbed the horse's reins and flew onto the horse's back.
Before Alfred could sit down, an enemy cavalryman had already arrived in front of Alfred, and the knife in his hand was swung straight towards his neck. But the knight who had just jumped up accurately landed behind the enemy at the same time. With his sword in hand, the enemy fell off his horse, and he seized the enemy's horse!
Although this move is difficult, all of Alfred's knights can do it. Even Glahid, who is good at bows and arrows, once demonstrated it in Insteria. But it was the first time for the Scottish lords to see this: originally there were two cavalry of the enemy and ours confronting each other, and there was an enemy standing on the ground. When they were combined, the two cavalry became the enemy's, while the one on the ground became one of their own. Then It looks like magic. Fortunately, both sides were unable to stop, otherwise, Bjorn's group of subordinates would have been scared away.
Bjorn's roar suddenly became louder. Veins popped up all over his body, he grabbed the spear with both hands and slammed it down hard, and the magic power gathered at the tip of the spear surged towards Alfred like a tide!
Alfred was already prepared this time, so how could he take this blow abruptly? As soon as Bjorn's spear pressed down, he immediately kicked the horse in the belly. By the time Bjorn unleashed his magic power, the horse he was sitting on had jumped high into the air, and the surging magic power was completely gone. Not long after, the horse jumped on top of Bjorn's head, and Alfred lowered his sword. Bjorn had just pushed out the magic power with all his strength, and it was difficult to change his moves. His whole body was full of flaws. Without hesitation, Alfred's sword struck at the vital part that Bjorn's armor failed to protect.
Something surprising happened. When it was impossible to change his moves significantly, Bjorn's spear suddenly slipped back a short distance in his hand. Alfred's sword swung down and hit the small section of the spear handle that stretched out backwards. At the same time, Alfred felt a strange dark energy coming from the spear handle, and the iron sword in his hand "Peng" suddenly cracked into countless pieces.
This wave of hedging is over. Alfred turned the horse's head and stared seriously at Bjorn, who was still standing on the ground - only a wooden handle was left of the spear in his hand, and the iron spearhead was also shaking with the dark force just now. It was shattered all over the ground.
"I've heard of this technique. It's the Misterdin clan's sword-breaking technique, right? But the Misterdin clan has always been an enemy of pirates, so why would they pass on this sword technique to you?"
"In order to defeat Hestein, I have learned a lot more than you think."
Bjorn threw away the wooden spear handle, drew out his sword, and assumed a posture that Alfred could not find a flaw in.
"King of Knights, how about a one-on-one duel using your proud swordsmanship?"
A little sweat broke out on Alfred's face. He realized that Bjorn was no longer an ordinary elf-level magician, and the next battle might be extremely difficult. But this only made him a little more courageous. He took a new sword from his subordinates, swung it forward violently, and shouted: "Knights, all charge with me!"
"It seems that the proposal for a duel has been rejected." Bjorn said calmly, "In that case - attack!"
The troops from both sides launched a hedge for the third time.
"Get rid of those minions first!" Alfred shouted from the front, "Magic has its limits. When his magic power is exhausted, we will besiege him together!"
Bjorn shook his head and took a few steps back to let his men temporarily stand in front of him. Under Alfred's gaze, he used his sword to cut open the chest of a knight who died under the attack just now, took out the heart, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Another wave of magic energy gathered at the tip of his spear, and its power increased instead of less than before. Alfred felt a chill in his heart: Bjorn had indeed learned the magic of those Aztlan people.
"Alfred, you reminded me. With the scabbard on you, it seems that you will not die for a while."
Bjorn pointed the tip of his sword towards the other knight.
"Then kill your subordinates one by one first, and then I'll deal with you."
