Sixty majestic and vigorous Mondo war horses galloped in the desert wilderness. The horseshoes nailed with horseshoes collided with the stones on the ground, and there was always a dull and continuous galloping sound mixed with a faint sonorous sound.
Cavalry Captain Fronla is a new generation of hobgoblin warriors of the Green Field Tribe. Although there is no knightly inheritance in the tribal inheritance, the inheritance brought by the once devout believer of the Goddess of Spring and now the leader of the unbelievers, Eric, contains human beings. An extremely outstanding knight heritage.
Because of spreading ideas among the Green Field Tribe, the crystals inherited by Eric and his team are actually slowly opening up to the Green Field Tribe people. This is also the price they have to pay as human aliens after settling in the Green Field Tribe. .
Therefore, although the Green Field Tribe itself does not have a knight heritage, there are already quite a few knight professions in the tribe. Among the 59 cavalry warriors led by Flenla in front of them, almost 40 are like Flenla. He is walking on the road of knighthood.
As for the remaining dozen non-knight professional warriors, they may not be able to achieve the 1+12 effect in cooperation with the war horses, but after all, they will not make the cavalry's charge and collision effect too much worse.
Immediately behind the cavalry team were the hobgoblins and bugbear warriors who were charging with vigorous steps. When the heavily armored horse cavalry in front of them tore apart the drow formation in front of them, they followed. It's time for a group of goblin warriors armed with sharp and heavy weapons to show their powerful destructive power.
Poof! Poof!
"Hmph, ha, hehe!!"
"ah!!"
After all kinds of dull breathing sounds and the clashing sounds of soldiers, each body that was still alive before fell slumped towards the ground.
No one cares about the opponent or companions who may be squirming under their feet, because as long as they are distracted for a moment on the battlefield, the price everyone needs to pay may be their own lives.
Dudu~du!
Sharp whistles, sometimes rapid and sometimes prolonged, kept flying from mid-air. Under the guidance of the whistles, the cavalry in front of the Green Field Tribe kept moving and turning among the long lines, and broke into the weak spots of the Drow line again and again. Pulling, they can even avoid the enemy elites surrounding them in front, leading their fellow tribesmen behind them to give the enemy maximum lethality.
As the leader of nearly a thousand of his fellow tribesmen in front of him, Albad used the Eye of the Void to overlook the entire battlefield. Then, with the hand of the mage, he drove a whistle with the effect of amplifying spells, and used the commands he usually exercised to command his companions. Pass it out one by one.
Although the Arbadians are still in the rear formation of their fellow soldiers, and are firmly guarded by several shield warriors, and have not yet encountered an enemy head-on, the role he has played cannot be replaced by anyone.
With the help of such a commander, who helped the heavy cavalry clear the way in advance to guide the way forward, one can imagine how brilliant the results achieved by this partial division of the Green Field Tribe were.
"puff!!"
However, when a shadow suddenly passed through the tight defense of the shield warriors and appeared directly behind Alba, two sharp orchid cold lights were blocked by a transparent mana shield, Alba Only then did Germany's command voice finally come to a brief lull.
"ha!"
Without needing to be greeted by others, a shield warrior stepped directly between the assassin and Albad's weak body with a shield. A heavy shield that was much taller than the dwarf Albad completely covered Albad's body. It was shrouded, just in time to block another killing move from the assassin following closely behind.
"puff!"
"Squeak~~"
"snort!"
The harsh grinding sound of gritted teeth and the dull sound of weapons piercing flesh failed to arouse the slightest emotion in the two confronting opponents.
The drow assassin slowly retracted his dagger. Seeing that his assassination failed, he didn't hesitate at all. He casually wiped away the blood on the scimitar, jumped with a shadow, and escaped from the other shield warriors in such a graceful way. blocking.
Bang!
Several shields were staggered and smashed together, sparking sparks, and then were put back by several sturdy goblin warriors. There was strong uneasiness and vigilance in each other's eyes.
The whistle coming from the sky was so conspicuous and harsh, and the drow were not stupid. They knew that there must be a commander behind the whistle, so the drow assassin came in stealth and prepared to assassinate the person commanded by the commander.
Although he failed to assassinate Albad in the end, because of this brief assassination action, Albad had to withdraw and rearrange his protective spells. When he re-cast the Eye of the Void spell to look at the battle situation, there was a lot of space ahead. The heavy cavalry led by Lunla have become entangled in a group of drow spearmen.
The cavalry led by the cavalry who lost the impetus to advance forward, and the breakthrough of the infantry soldiers of the Green Field Tribe behind them naturally became slower.
The previous rush from left to right was sharp, but now the dilemma encountered after suddenly falling into sluggishness must also be a headache.
Countless drow soldiers came from behind, left and right. Although they were covered by other Wilderness Alliance warriors, the pressure on these green field tribe warriors who were somewhat advanced and out of touch suddenly became heavy.
This is where Albad, the leader, made a mistake in his command. Even though he had not experienced too many big scenes, he had already mastered what his teacher Tom had learned. However, in actual command, it was inevitable that he would fail due to his youth, vigour, and lack of experience. The Greenfield Warriors under his command were brought into a difficult situation.
Fortunately, the green field warriors were not far away from the main force at this time, and the wilderness native troops were gradually gaining control of the battle situation on the battlefield. When the faces of this group of goblin warriors were covered with sweat and blood, they fought. After getting the hair on his body wet and holding on for a long time, he finally reached the aboriginal army coming from behind to cover him up.
Albad was relieved. He had issued advance orders several times before, but the brave advance movements of his colleagues in front were resolved one by one by the drow army, causing his command to fail.
When reinforcements finally arrived and helped the Green Field soldiers break the siege, Albad hurriedly issued instructions to break through to the flanks.
After another fierce fighting, and after the last interception of the Drow division on the left wing, the front of the heavy cavalry led by Frenla finally became vast.
The goblin infantry behind them did not slow down much. Just over half a magic hour later, the last group of companions broke out of the encirclement and heard the command to rest and stop the battle from Albad in the sky.
Anyway, the situation on the front is looking good at this time. Even without the help of the Green Field Tribe, the drow army's defeat is basically irreversible.
However, when the captains and leaders of the Green Field tribe began to count the number of warriors under their command, they found that the one thousand warriors who left the city had now lost more than three hundred, which really made Albad feel frustrated.
