"Lance, come forward!"
Some clan alliance officers shouted in vain. Their soldiers couldn't hear the commander's curses at all, and their ears were filled with screams like the earth was shattering. In front of them were broken soldiers and cavalry with brilliant armors splashing like spray and foam.
The orc spearmen who were temporarily pushed up to resist were in a mess. No one wanted to stand in front, and they were pushing and shoving each other into a mess.
Griffith and his cavalry first rushed into the sea and broke through the enemy's front line; after crushing the first batch of enemies, they did not continue to charge into the formation, but brushed past the edge of the enemy's queue like a whirlwind, driving the defeated troops to attack other directions. Arrays and queues.
Accompanied by the roaring iron hooves, the thick defense line was first pierced from the rear, and then festered, letting out an unbearable groan, and there were screams and roars everywhere.
Manggulus tried his best to return to the rear and personally meet the cavalry. If he were to resist, this armored cavalry would definitely not be able to destroy his own army so wantonly. But the human girl he was fighting with kept pestering him and even summoned more experts to restrict his movements.
The warlord was dragged on the front line, watching the armored cavalry sweep through half of the army and break out of the sea of people. The leading knight has wings on his back and wears a dark gold helmet. He waved the general's flag on his lance, and the cavalry followed the flag and turned its axis.
"Come closer to me!"
The elite cavalry immediately regrouped under Griffith's guns and formed a dense formation.
On the vast battlefield, thousands of pairs of eyes watched Griffith turn his axis, and there was a commotion in all places facing the wall; Beyeland's soldiers raised their weapons and cheered at the cavalry, even if they were attacked by Griffith. Just one look at it will make you feel endless power boiling in your chest.
The cavalry in the battle line looked at the chaotic enemy formation in front of them with disdain. As long as you point the flag, even hell will be knocked away for you.
"Counterattack, warriors," Manggulus pointed at a commander not far away, "Lu Nan, you lead them."
As soon as he finished speaking, Krista stabbed him with a flag gun. The Warlord attacked hard with his shoulders and pauldrons. Although his strength is much greater than that of Krista, at this time he has no intention of fighting on the front line and only wants to restore the organization of the army.
The orc leader heard the commander's order and immediately retreated from the fierce battle on the front line. He shouted while breaking through, calling on the warriors to come closer to him. He had already seen more human infantry rushing across the stone bridge and outflanking his troops from both sides. A group of soldiers heard the orders of the governor and commander and tried to gather and stabilize their formation.
Galadia watched the battlefield under the cover of heavy guards. She first saw that her guardian knights had defeated nearly half of the enemies, and then found that the powerful warlord was getting rid of the obstruction of Krista, druids and infantry and retreating from the front line.
She tapped the laurel crown on her head and sent a one-on-one message to the ranger captain:
"Harandil."
"At your command, miss." The ranger captain was shooting with his men the enemy warriors who were trying to organize themselves, when suddenly a thought was transmitted to him through his helmet. The half-elf ranger immediately drew a silver armor-piercing arrow and summoned several subordinates to build a human ladder with their bodies so that he could look over the battlefield.
Galadia locked the position of the warlord and reminded the ranger with her silent will:
"Snipe the enemy general."
The elf lady drew a light green arrow from her quiver. This arrow is completely different from all the feather arrows and armor-piercing arrows of the tribe. There is no metal arrowhead or tail feathers, but a slender and delicate branch. The branches are still growing buds and blooming stamens, and then wither, and the cycle repeats.
Galadia took a deep breath, picked up the strong bow like the fluttering wings of a phoenix, and aimed at the warlord's right knee, avoiding the tightly protected upper body, which was also a vulnerable and critical part. Her mind was restrained, her normally intimate aura like that of a deer in the forest was covered up by the bleak autumn wind, and her bright eyes were like morning stars.
Harandil placed a gleaming silver armor-piercing heavy arrow on the bowstring. Half of the rangers under his command also stopped shooting at the enemy troops, bent their bows and pointed directly at the governor, holding their breath and waiting for the order.
Manggrusi was trying to break out from the crowd to resume command when he suddenly felt himself being enveloped in a chilling aura. On the chaotic battlefield, he sensed two powerful and dangerous auras biting his path from different directions.
Galadia and Harandil took action.
First there was a shower of silver arrows falling to the earth like three thousand stars. The soldiers beside the warlord suddenly collapsed. He swung the battle ax, roaring like the wind, and the dense rain of arrows was separated from the edge of the battle ax and fell to the ground.
However, the light green and silver arrows in this shower of arrows penetrated the wind-like defense. The first silver arrow hit the warlord's leg armor, tearing a crack there. The second light green arrow penetrated the leg armor directly from the gap and penetrated deeply into the flesh.
Manggrusi Tong's whole body trembled. He roared, raised his battle ax and struck at the light green arrow on his leg. Under the fierce blow of the ax that broke through the mountains and rocks, the arrow actually bent like a soft willow, and then bounced back without any damage.
This twist and turn directly caused the orc warlord to kneel to the ground in pain. He even felt that this thin, wicker-like arrow was actually taking root in his flesh and blood, sucking out his vitality to nourish himself. The flower bud on the arrow shaft no longer withers, and a small red flower blooms like a mockery.
Meanwhile, Griffith immediately noticed that the enemy was regrouping.
"assault!"
Following his order, the cavalry launched another landslide-like assault and crashed head-on into the gathering enemy troops. Because of the wavering and sparse battle line, it shattered again in the blink of an eye. The orc warriors who dared to attack flew out one after another, and were already dead when they landed on the ground. Their internal organs and bones were smashed and forced out of their mouths.
Thousands of warriors were swept and hunted by less than two hundred cavalry. Countless orcs, trolls, orcs, and ogre warriors were knocked down, trampled to death, or knocked into the air in the chaos, covered in blood and internal organs. Flying everywhere.
The soldiers who had not been attacked yet had their livers and gallbladder split, and with a huff, they turned around and ran towards the center of the orc army.
Manggrus half-knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as the commander and his troops were overwhelmed by the human wall. In the blink of an eye, the commander's head was already hanging on the saddle of the leading knight.
The ogre warriors have begun a chaotic retreat. The warriors were killed and injured in a mess, and their corpses covered the camp. The human shield wall took action again, slowly retreating against the enemies in front of them. Every meter was paved with a large number of dead bodies, and the originally dense battlefield gradually became loose.
The increasingly desperate Clan Alliance soldiers brandished their weapons and attacked the shield formation that was advancing like a wall. But more human reinforcements crossed the stone bridge and even had their hands free to divide the enemy's position, surrounding the warriors with walls and attacks with shields, swords and spears.
Another warrior fell, and the Orc troops suddenly reached a critical point and began to flee in all directions. The army of two to three thousand men was shattered on the spot. Even the brave and determined warriors felt that the situation was over and they rushed towards the east.
Warlord Manggulus had to break through for a certain distance under the cover of his guards, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him. He saw humans surrounding him from both sides, and even the fierce cavalry was charging towards him.
"Kill Mangurus!"
"The person who takes the head of the warlord will be knighted!"
All the soldiers on the battlefield noticed the enemy generals who were breaking through, rushing in from all directions.
Griffith gathered the cavalry and even let go of some fleeing defeated soldiers, taking advantage of the situation to launch an all-out attack on the governor.
The powerful orc endured the severe pain in his right knee and struggled to get up from the ground. He sniffed, took out a bag of throwing spears from his back, and pinched one of the throwing spears with his thick fingers.
Flames rolled on the tip of Manggrus's spear, and he aimed at an armored cavalry in front and threw the spear. Before the cavalryman could react, the sharp iron spear penetrated his chest, killing the other light cavalryman behind him in the rain of broken iron and blood.
The iron spear in the hands of the orc warlord fired 7 shots in a row, each shot piercing the armored cavalry charging towards him, and also taking away the light cavalry or dragoons behind him.
7 spears killed 14 people, including 2 knights and 4 sergeants!
Griffith suddenly found that the cavalry around him disintegrated in an instant. Broken breastplates, banners and fallen cavalry and horses were everywhere. The knights and trainee knights who were temporarily incorporated into the squadron were heartbroken and fled one after another.
Griffith gritted his teeth and stabbed Mangurus in the left rib. The sharp blood spines pierced the heavy armor, opened up a large piece of bone and flesh, and tore a shocking hole in the warlord's body.
"Spread out and attack the enemy infantry." Griffith glanced at the fallen cavalry heartbrokenly, sent the rest of his men away, and carefully circled back, waiting for the large group of infantry to gather, as if a pack of wolves were hunting a wounded lion. .
There was an indescribable strange smell in the air. This feeling felt familiar to Griffith, but he couldn't explain it clearly.
He vaguely heard the phantom sounds of vegetation dying and withering. The blood on the ground has turned into a stream, and now it appears to be steaming, as if a giant beast is sucking.
Manggrusi supported himself with a broken gun, and his fervent and fierce aura still made people dare not look directly at him. It was clear that he was at the end of his rope, but there was still a feeling that he controlled life and death.
The warlord said to the knight in front of him:
"I am Mangurus Bloodaxe, the commander of the Tirne Front and the warchief's most ferocious fighter."
Griffith is summoning the Beyonders in the army to come and support. Suddenly, the pupils in his eyes dilated.
Many of the cavalry and infantry who came to surround Mangurus were extraordinary people or warriors holding mysterious items. After they started fighting, they blessed themselves with different buffs. Even Griffith has the blessing given by Krista.
Some spellcasters in the army are casting spells. Although they cannot take action directly on the battlefield where blood is surging, they can still assist the army in trapping the enemy's remnants under certain conditions, or detect nearby situations.
But at this moment, everyone within two hundred steps of Manggulus noticed the same thing. The blessings and enhancements that had been bestowed upon them disappeared one after another. Even physical strength and courage began to fail, giving rise to timid thoughts. The effectiveness of mysterious items is also rapidly weakening.
An illusory living creature came from the void riding a huge black horse and appeared behind Mangurus. He held a scale in his hand, which contained wheat, wine pots, and flesh. echoed in his mind.
Somewhere in the dark, Griffith sensed an indescribable anomaly. He was gripped by fear, as if he saw visions of withered earth, withered vegetation and countless corpses. On the battlefield where blood is surging, the hot vitality seems to be swallowed by a whirlpool, shrinking at an alarming rate.
Ah, this is it! ?
The strong orc licked his lips and stared at the knight in front:
"I am a knight who sings about desolation, enjoys desolation, and dominates desolation."
His wounds are healing rapidly, and his enemies are decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye. The warlord who was left alone stepped forward, as if the world was open to him, and asked with a ferocious smile:
"Knight, what is your name?"
Griffith became timid and wavered for a moment. He knew the strength and authority of the enemy, and realized that he was facing an enhanced version of Rana's enhanced version, the Sequence 5 of the Extraordinary Path "Desolation" - the Desolation Knight.
His throat was so dry that he could barely speak except a terrified whimper. However, the surging blood energy seemed to be greatly provoked and began to surge desperately. A voice told him:
"Kill him, kill him, the best sacrifice, the perfect ceremony!
"Let him know that war is the most terrifying disaster!"
The blood thorns were also screaming violently, and they were so excited that something seemed to break through the restraints and burst out:
"Our time has come! The ceremony, this is our ceremony, designated by you! Tell these reckless men what war is and what means are!"
Griffith calmed down. After a brief wavering, he recognized the situation again, was no longer afraid, and even felt like laughing:
"I am Commander Griffith, Level 2 Assault Squadron."
"Oh, that's very good, young man." The warlord adjusted his armor and put on his helmet. "Do you think you can take the life of the blood-axe warlord? Come on, let me give you some advice."
Griffith unfolded all the shields and raised the blood spines towards the warlord:
"Your Excellency, Overseer, your strongest strength is your loyal and brave warriors. I deprived you of your wings with just the right method.
“The ranger shot you in the right leg, weakening your speed.
"The shot just now penetrated the left rib. Your Excellency is just a bleeding beast now."
"Haha," Manggulus held the ax in his hand and estimated the distance between himself and the would-be knight, "Old dogs also have a few teeth, and bleeding beasts can also eat people. Come on, little guy, let me see Let’s see if you have the courage to face a bloody axe, or do you only dare to challenge me by calling ten or a hundred minions?”
Griffith chuckled and pulled the reins:
"I disdain the bravery of a man in a one-on-one fight.
"I am firmly opposed to such untechnical things as hitting one out of ten or one out of one hundred."
As he spoke, he shook his lance. With the small flag on the gun barrel waving. Densely armored heavy infantry and spearmen came in formation.
Thousands of soldiers marched in like a wall, and the sound of their uniform footsteps was like rolling thunder, making the earth tremble. They had complete armor, neat military appearance, and murderous intent reaching into the sky. They approached a hundred steps away and then stopped approaching. They set up a shield wall to surround the injured extraordinary superintendent, and displayed their gleaming spears and spears.
Manggrusi's face turned pale, his teeth clenched, and his meridians almost burst out of his flesh. He wanted to rush over and chop the knight, but was forced back by a hail of spears.
Griffith retreated to the back of the military formation, asked Krista to cover him, asked Galadia and the rangers to support him, and quickly summoned Nona and Cruella. Then, he shouted loudly to the angry warlord:
“My favorite thing is the extremely technical thing of crushing a thousand people and crushing one ten thousand people.
"I killed all your men, and then mobilized so many people to beat you. Isn't it a very technical thing?"
He roared and felt that he was very strong. He pulled out Han Guang and pointed forward:
“Soldiers of Beyelan!
"Kill him!"
…
In today's battle, if Governor Manggulus is not killed, even if the clan alliance army here is completely annihilated, it will not be considered a complete victory. The Tierne front army still has a considerable amount of troops that have not been concentrated. If the warlord is allowed to escape, it will be extremely difficult to find such a fighter next time.
Only by killing a general-level commander of the front army can it be possible to completely disrupt the clan alliance's offensive and buy time for Beyelan's main army to arrive.
Otherwise, the war will continue to simmer, and Odessa and Prince Commodus may take unpredictable actions during the fierce battle, giving the forces who resurrected Krista room to make plans.
However, Mangurus Bloodaxe is the warlord and front commander of the orcs, and is a leader comparable to Maximus in terms of status. Not only were they outstanding commanders, they were probably also powerful supernatural beings. After all, it is not difficult to reach such a high position as the Lord of Hosts and obtain the potions and knowledge needed to become a transcendent. As long as they are not Spellbreakers whose promotion path is locked, they will almost certainly be able to become extraordinary, and may even reach the level of demigod.
Facing such a powerful enemy, artillery should be able to effectively kill, but it will be difficult to hit. For today's battle, in order to be able to effectively kill a general with the same specifications as Maximus, Griffith prepared several layers of killing moves.
First, break the formation with a powerful cavalry assault, defeat the clan alliance's army with a condescending surprise attack, strip Mangurus of his wings, and look for opportunities to kill him.
Followed by thousands of troops composed of heavy infantry, light infantry and artillery of the Berimion battle group.
The third is Harandil's Ranger Squadron. These half-elf archers are sharp and experienced hunters, almost tailor-made for surrounding and killing strong men.
The fourth is Sonia, noble wizards headed by Berthier, and a large number of extraordinary people. Once the enemy forces are defeated, they can concentrate. With so many people besieging an extraordinary person, there should still be a chance of winning.
The fifth is Galadia and Krista. One of them is a dual-attribute extraordinary person with the magic eye, and the other has the power of a saint. They both have almost extraordinary strength. Moreover, they each hold Noble Phantasms, and with proper cooperation, they can even injure the demigod-level Beamon.
If such a large amount of combat power and resources were invested, it would not be possible to defeat Mangurus. Griffith can only use the power of the bone ring. Although the living zombies cannot kill the warlord with one blow, but after the previous battle and the continuous pursuit and bloodletting of the zombies, even the demigods will perish here.
In fact, many of these methods are not used at all.
The enemy's main force has been defeated. Berthier and Rien took part of the army to pursue them, while others gathered from all sides and surrounded the Governor's army.
Manggrusi held a battle ax with both hands. The diameter of the ax blade was more than a foot. With one swing of the ax, he cut off more than ten spears. The sharp and heavy battle ax not only shattered swords, but also cut through shields and armor, denting flesh and bones.
He frantically sucked in the mysterious and life force on the battlefield, turning them into his own inexhaustible power, roaring and swinging his two axes to chop randomly. The densely packed spearmen fought off one wave after another and came again, raising their armor-piercing spears and stabbing him randomly. The almost violent warlord endured the severe pain he was accustomed to and jumped up, smashing into a group of infantry and tearing them all into pieces. However, the serious injury to his knee worsened after this jump.
The warlord felt his feet weaken and fell to his knees again.
The two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and the warlord's double axes got stuck in the corpse's armor and could not be pulled out, so he grabbed the corpse and swept across it, killing dozens more. Harandil and his rangers did not dare to get close, so they surrounded the warlord from a distance and fired sniper shots. The arrows were like a shower of arrows, and the dense arrows penetrated the orc's skin and flesh, embedded in the bones and muscles, and bled like a pool of blood.
The swarming spearmen raised their spears and pounced on him with another round of stabs. After a while, the heavy armor on the warlord's body was shattered into powder, and his body was injured in dozens of places, dripping with blood. Like a crazy beast, he grabbed two spears and swept across them, hacking rows of spearmen to death, and breaking off more than a dozen thrusting spears.
The desperate warlord stood in the wind, motionless. The Beyelan troops who besieged him were frightened, and for a while they did not even dare to move forward.
Manggulus knelt on the ground, gasping for air while covering the wounds that were as dense as a sieve, and then laughed: "Hahaha, among the Beyelan rats, who else dares to kill me!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of wheels, and the dense sea of people and guns retreated. Then, he saw the soldiers on one side retreating with a roar and hiding far away.
Are the Beyelan gangs going to let me go?
He looked to the other side and saw a group of unarmored men pushing a cannon on a two-wheeled gun mount a hundred steps away from him, pointing a black iron pipe at him.
A lieutenant, several warrant officers, and many sergeants were busy in his field of vision, and then shouted:
"Double shotgun blast! Fire from the entire artillery team!"
