Everyone jumped off the carriage one after another.
"We seem to be a step late."
Dick's cat eyes stared at the thick fog billowing on the horizon. The smoke and dust that should have been blown away by Northern Kingdoms's biting cold wind were now like twisted cold-blooded animals, constantly moving.
Kebi pressed the sword hilt tightly with his pale knuckles.
Even if he is not a demon hunter, he can still smell the smell of blood wafting in the wind. There is no fresh blood, only the stench of decay like opening a sarcophagus in a morgue.
"The plan changed, and the opponent took the lead in attacking.
But we must not return to the army directly, otherwise we are likely to suffer accidental damage from our own side.
We have to go around to the main camp behind them before we can safely deliver the order and then enter the phalanx."
No one had any objection to this. After all, as a knight commander, Kebi's military knowledge and experience were far beyond what the inexperienced Little Bai like them could compare to.
Kebi's eyes wandered around his own camp, and when he saw the figure of the Knights, his anxious heart finally relaxed.
The cavalry led by Queen Meve is standing a few hundred meters away from the left rear of Duke Amara's square formation. They have not yet been dispatched. They are also waiting for Duke Amara's order.
"Queen, your most loyal knight is here." Kebi said in a low voice.
Duke Amara, I have fought all my life without losing.
At this moment, he was sitting firmly on his horse, his finger bones tapping the hilt of his sword rhythmically, his brows furrowing more and more tightly, and the vertical lines in the middle were almost carved into his bones.
He had already given the order, and the army took advantage of the wind on the plain to occupy the favorable terrain in front of the stronghold and set up a square formation.
Riding alongside him were the imperial warlock Barbara and the male warlock Vigo.
Around him, the Northern Kingdoms ranger's longbow pointed at the sky at a 75-degree angle, and the arrow rain formed a parabolic strike with the help of the wind.
The black arrow rain was like thick black mist, instantly passing over the highland warriors in front who were already ready with huge swords on their shoulders, and then passed over the moving shield wall at the front consisting of three rows of dragon-patterned square shields.
This black mist will eventually engulf Misty Mountains Barbarians in front of the shield wall.
The muffled sound that penetrated the leather jacket was mixed with a strange clicking sound - the arrow actually scratched sparks on the surface of [Stoneskin], and finally dug into the flesh with its kinetic energy.
In this single salvo alone, more than a hundred of the nearly a thousand soldiers were killed instantly.
However, these soldiers seemed to have no idea what fear was, and they still charged towards the phalanx crazily.
The armored guards behind the dragon-patterned square shields, under the instruction of the adjutant, neatly thrust out their spears from the gaps in the phalanx, and stabbed the bodies of the soldiers accurately.
The muffled sound of a spear penetrating the leather jacket was mixed with a strange "click" sound.
The wounded barbarian twitched, and what gushed out from the wound was not blood, but thick dark green slurry.
This detail was fully visible to the armored adjutant who was adjusting the angle. He opened his mouth and finally chose to remain silent - after all, [Stoneskin] will always cause some abnormalities, right?
The miscellaneous soldiers in the rear stepped on the corpses of their companions, rushed forward desperately, stepped on the square shields, jumped over layers of shield walls, and entered the Duke Amara formation.
But what awaited them was the ruthless harvest by the highland infantry wielding giant swords with both hands.
The battle lasted only about five minutes, and all the soldiers were wiped out except for the hundreds of corpses left in the formation.
Duke Amara looked at the scene in front of him, with no joy at all on his face, but his brows furrowed deeper.
"Duke Amara, the war is going so smoothly, this is a good thing!" Barbara said with a smile.
"Blessings and misfortunes come together, what exactly is Manslayer on the opposite side planning? Does he really have no strategy?"
Duke Amara looked full of surprise, but decided to continue fighting according to the plan they had calculated six times.
He secretly calculated in his mind:
Tonight, the army will be able to return to Ravenstern City smoothly, and by then they will receive a letter from the raven saying hello to the lady. It is also time to return to Firstfall Bay, and after Kebi officially becomes the owner of Odinburg, he still has to organize his daughter's wedding.
My precious daughter Vanessa, the first thing I care about in every letter is that little boy, and I have to stay behind!
"Ms. Barbara, now it's your turn to take action. Release the illusion to Hypnosis all the enemies on the opposite side."
"This is right up my alley."
Barbara chuckled lightly, turned over and dismounted.
When the hem of her robe swept across a corpse, she lifted up the hem of her robe to avoid it in disgust. After looking around, she found that this was the most suitable position for casting a spell.
She began to whisper a spell that no one could understand, and devoted herself to casting spells.
When the spell sounds, the condensed blood scabs within a hundred meters radius squirm like living creatures, reflecting a sickly rainbow light. This is a precursor to the activation of some high-level illusion.
The soldiers holding square shields in front had already made way for her to open a wide passage.
Once the spell is successfully cast, the enemy forces on the opposite side will be trapped in the fairy tale she weaves. With the help of the wind, the power of this Hypnosis spell will spread rapidly.
But just as she recited a few spells, she caught a glimpse of the corpses of the soldiers on the ground beneath her feet, which seemed to be shaking slightly.
She thought she was dazzled, but the next second, traces of flesh and blood were twisting and flowing strangely under the skin of the soldier's corpse.
In the blink of an eye, a sharp claw suddenly stretched out from the skin.
Barbara secretly screamed poorly and hurriedly interrupted the spell casting, but the backlash also followed, and she spit out a large mouthful of blood.
In this moment of delay, Monster was completely broken out of the corpse of the soldier.
The whole body is covered with dark blue scales, and the snake's eyes are glowing.
"Hiss!" A wet and slimy forked snake protruded from the slightly opened mouth.
If Pipi were here, she would definitely know that this Monster is the Cobra Sacrificers she calls it.
It grabbed Barbara's ankle with one scale claw, and after standing up suddenly, the other scale claw swept out.
A "swish" sound echoed through the air.
The wind direction above the battlefield was strangely still.
Duke Amara saw the blood droplets spattered from Barbara's throat hovering in the air, reflecting countless tiny battlefields - the scales and claws in the reflection were tearing apart the soldiers' bodies.
War instincts honed over twenty years on the battlefield are roaring:
These miscellaneous soldiers are simply petri dishes!
Use Northern Kingdoms Erlang's sword as a cocoon to breed a real killing weapon!
This scene beyond cognition lasted for half a breath, and then was shattered by the screams of the armored warriors.
The transformation of Monster outside the formation is almost the same as the melody inside the formation. Taking advantage of the chaotic space of the square formation, [Cobra Sacrificers] attacks from both inside and outside.
Screams, shouts, and the sounds of swords and claws clashing came one after another.
Vigo waved the stainless steel staff covered with purple Thunder, struck hard, and dented the head of Cobra Sacrificers, while protecting Duke Amara and retreating to the back of the formation.
Duke Amara finally woke up from the shock,
"Ranger, fire rockets!"
"Highland warriors, charge.
"Stabilize the position, reorganize the formation, and isolate Monster from inside and outside!"
Duke Amara is the god of war, the god of war of Northern Kingdoms.
No one would question his order. According to his instructions, the ranger's fire arrows were fired at the highland warriors entangled with Cobra Sacrificers.
Even though death greeted these highland warriors, they did not flinch.
Orders were quickly passed on one after another, and the chaotic formation gradually stabilized.
When everything was about to end, the highland warriors and Cobra Sacrificers in the front row turned into human torches in the flames.
They kept swinging their swords until death.
Death and glory together!
Through the smoke-filled battlefield, Duke Amara's sharp eagle-like eyes penetrated a distance of hundreds of meters.
Right in front of the Misty Mountains's army, a six-meter-tall man with a rusty dark gold crown embedded in his chin was naked to the waist, and his dagger-like eyes did not give in.
When the giant ax in his left hand was slowly raised, he suddenly swung it forward.
Behind him, the berserker who transformed into a bear let out a thunderous war roar, and charged rapidly with its huge claws beating against the snow.
Beside him, an exaggerated smile with a tapered chin distorted the indigo paint on his cheeks.