Let's move back one day.
Chambord City, the autumn wind howls, and withered grass stretches endlessly.
"Charge! With one mighty charge, let's wash Chambord City in blood!"
Four imposing knights, their bodies enveloped in various forms of Dou Qi and possessing at least four-star strength, galloped ahead on horseback. Behind them were several King clad in bright armor and wearing golden crowns, their faces contorted with rage, making no attempt to conceal their bloodlust. Behind the King, however, stretched over two thousand Black Torrent cavalry, their iron hooves mercilessly trampling the earth. Amidst the dust and grime, long banners adorned with black, blood-dripping scimitars and skull patterns fluttered and struggled in the air like menacing black dragons, carrying a soaring black aura of killing intent.
The entire group advanced like bloodthirsty wolves, frantically pushing forward.
Finally, the steep, continuous mountain ranges in the distance and the tranquil, picturesque outline of Chambord City came into view of the menacing invaders.
"Kill them... Chase after them and kill them all!"
"Bloodbath on Chambord City... Charge into the city, ha ha ha! Leave no man taller than a cartwheel alive!"
Seeing the distant Chambord City nestled among the mountains, each invader roared and howled like a ferocious jackal that Bloody.
Just over ten minutes ago, two foolish individuals claiming to be Golden Knight under the command of King of Chambord arrogantly appeared, only to be terrified and flee after a brief resistance. This scene further fueled the invaders' morale and arrogance. Now, finally seeing their target appear on the distant horizon, the King, crowned with golden horns, gave a sinister order, and a long horn sounded. The black cavalry torrent slowed slightly, the horses maintaining their distance and adjusting their pace, conserving the necessary energy for a final, frenzied Charge.
However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh--!
A massive swarm of arrows suddenly shot out from behind the hill on the right side of the cavalry, casting a despairing shadow. Like a swarm of thirsty locusts, they hurtled towards them with a shrill cry. Caught off guard, more than twenty cavalrymen on the right flank of the invading cavalry fell from their horses with screams, only to be trampled into mincemeat by their galloping comrades behind them!
"There's an ambush... It's the Chambord horse archers, watch out, they're on the right!"
"Damn it, they've found us!"
"Haha, what ambush? A mere thirty-odd men, and they dare to provoke my army with such a small force! Claude, you immediately lead a fifty-man squad from the right flank and bring me back the heads of these sneak-attacking rats within ten minutes..."
The invaders' commander quickly noticed the sudden attack. Seeing the number of Chambord horse archers, everyone felt relieved. The Golden Crown King on the right wing brandished his sword, and several hundred black-clad cavalrymen arrogantly broke away from the main force, riding off towards the Chambord cavalry that were faintly visible behind the distant hills. They quickly disappeared into the low hills and grass.
Less than two minutes later, the invaders' leader was still expecting his soldiers to return, but suddenly—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A dense volley of dark arrows shot out from the grass on the left hill.
This is truly unexpected!
The black cavalry were still caught off guard. Dozens more cavalrymen on the left flank of the Black Torrent fell from their horses with screams in an instant, quickly bringing the losses to thirty to fifty men. The attackers soon gave themselves up—another group of Chambord archers, about twenty men, cleverly concealed themselves among the low hills and waist-high golden weeds. Their figures were indistinct, and their archery skills were superb, almost never missing their mark. However, the charging invaders did not notice this. They only noticed the number of their opponents. Twenty men were obviously no match for their more than two thousand men. The Golden Crown King on the left drew his sword and shouted with a cold laugh, once again sending out a small squad of a hundred men to annihilate the enemy.
But soon, the arrogant invaders realized something was wrong.
Because arrows continued to rain down from both flanks, and black cavalrymen were falling from their horses with cries of agony, they had unbelievably lost three or four hundred men in less than ten minutes. What chilled them even more was that the two hundred-man black cavalry squads that had been sent out to pursue the Chambord archers on both the left and right flanks had vanished without a trace, and no signal had been sent. Clearly, their fate was grim.
At the same time, more than twenty Chambord horse archers appeared at the rear of the army. They rode swift horses, galloping like lightning, disappearing in an instant, like an unshakeable tail, constantly harassing the enemy from afar with arrows, each arrow bringing down a black-clad cavalryman.
Under such harassment, the originally intact Black Torrent began to show signs of disintegration, and people were filled with panic.
"My lord, what should we do?" A king wearing a golden helmet suddenly changed his expression and shouted to the expert at the front of the group, whose body was flashing with Dou Qi, addressing him as "my lord."
" Dick, Allen, each of you lead four hundred cavalry. Within twenty minutes, wipe out all the Chambord archers on both flanks, leaving no survivors! Guluo, you lead one hundred cavalry to the rear to harass the enemy and prevent them from following and harassing you! The rest of you, ignore the Chambord archers attacking from both flanks. All of you, accelerate and Charge at full speed. They are harassing us to buy time. Something must have happened ahead... Sound the horn! Charge! Charge! Charge! Charge!!" Among the four experts whose bodies shimmered with the flames of Dou Qi aura at the forefront of the Black Torrent, a knight who appeared to be the leader repeatedly gave orders.
The other three experts who were on par with him responded in unison. Two of them brandished their longswords, shouted loudly like thunder, and led more than four hundred black cavalrymen to the flanks. They then nimbly broke away from the main force and rode towards the Chambord cavalrymen who were shooting arrows.
With two mysterious experts, their bodies shimmering with Dou Qi, leading the way, most of the incoming arrows were shredded by their Dou Qi. The black cavalry suffered almost no losses and quickly approached the Chambord archers hidden behind the grass and hills.
Meanwhile, another expert led over a hundred cavalrymen away from the main force on the left flank. They gradually slowed down and fell behind the main force to deal with the twenty-odd Chambord archers who were constantly being harassed by arrows. Under the expert's leadership, they quickly drove most of their opponents more than a hundred meters away, making it difficult for them to get close.
At the same time, the leading knight, along with the remaining 1,500-plus black cavalry, galloped at full speed, increasing their pace.
The leader was a strong knight without a helmet, his black curly hair flying wildly in the wind. Half of his face was twitching and deformed, making it impossible to distinguish his nose, ears, and mouth. It was wrinkled and messy like a lump of mud, clearly disfigured by fire, making him exceptionally ferocious and terrifying. However, his black eyes were bright and frightening, like those of a demon from Hell.
This man appeared incredibly composed, discovering the Chambord Army's intentions in almost the shortest time. A slight upward curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, accompanied by a disdainful sneer. As an elite knight of the Imperial Knights' Hall, he had experienced countless battles and possessed unparalleled experience in commanding and fighting. He believed himself to be no less capable than those high-ranking imperial nobles and renowned generals. How could a Slaughter Knight like him be fooled by the laughable schemes of a few country bumpkins from a few small border states who had seen the world?
"A cornered beast will fight to the death; a clumsy performance!"
Looking at the enemy army in the distance, the Scarface Knight sneered, his longsword already feeling the warmth of blood.
at the same time.
On a slightly higher grassy hill some distance ahead, Goethe Brook, who had been closely observing the invaders' movements, paled upon seeing this scene. He muttered to himself, "The enemy has a master of military command; this is terrible... The plan must be changed!"
Brook's gaze swept across the surrounding terrain, his mind racing as he considered possible plans. He compared the strength of Chambord City's troops and experts with the invaders' apparent power. However, he soon realized with dismay that he couldn't find anyone in Chambord City capable of directly confronting the four experts in the enemy's ranks. If he couldn't deal with these four experts, the battle would become truly difficult. In the Azeroth Continent, experts are a crucial factor on the battlefield, and a significant disparity in strength can drastically alter the outcome of the battle. Although Chambord City's walls were sturdy and tall, they couldn't withstand the invasion of four Four-Star Class experts.
"At this point, we have no choice but to fight!"
Brook hardened his heart and finally made a decision. As the top military leader in Chambord City, although he was usually upright and a bit dull, and his combat strength was not the highest, he was not lacking in courage and responsibility at the critical moment of the battle between the two armies. He made a decision quickly.
This is precisely why Sun Fei values Brook and places him in a commanding position.
At this critical moment, facing a crisis, Brook himself knew that he had to turn the tide and prove with his actions that His Majesty the King had not made a mistake.
"Chase them! Chase them! Kill them all!"
Galloping wildly on his horse, sword raised high, his Dou Qi surging, the short, thin Four-Star Warrior named Dick was on the verge of madness. He was almost driven insane with rage. Leading four hundred elite cavalrymen in pursuit of less than thirty Chambord archers should have been a simple matter in his eyes, but who knew these opponents were so cunning and their archery skills were so astonishing. After a series of chases, not only had he not managed to touch a hair on their heads, but his own cavalrymen had also suffered more than a hundred casualties from the enemy's long-range archery. This was a great disgrace.
After a fierce chase, the opposing Chambord archers finally emptied their quiver of all the arrows.
What's the difference between a mounted archer without arrows and a hyena with broken teeth and claws? They're just sitting ducks.
"Hahaha, they're out of arrows! Charge!"
But what soon turned the pursuing Black Cavalry's smiles upside down was the unexpected turn of events. Those damned Chambord archers transformed into axe-throwing soldiers in the next instant. They plucked the axes that had been hanging from their saddles and hurled them with gusto. Huge axes, as large as door panels, came hurtling towards them. The Black Cavalry, caught completely off guard, could do nothing but cry out in despair. Blood and severed limbs flew everywhere. In just over twenty axe blows, fifty or sixty lives were taken. In the blink of an eye, only two hundred and fifty of the four hundred elite soldiers remained, a devastating loss.
Finally, after chasing for more than ten minutes, the black cavalry cornered the Chambord archers at the foot of a mountain in a dense forest. The horses could not run at full speed here, so the slippery Chambord archers, as nimble as monkeys, dismounted and darted into the forest, fleeing in a sorry state, and soon disappeared into the woods.
"Dismount, chase them in, and kill them all!"
Dick, the Four-Star Class expert leading the group, was furious and had lost his sense of judgment. He vowed to stuff these damned Chambord people with straw.
But soon, Dick began to regret his actions.
As the two hundred-plus cavalrymen abandoned their horses and chased into the dense forest, they quickly became disoriented by the chaotic, maze-like woods and gradually scattered. Just as Dick calmed down and was about to order the soldiers to regroup, a burly man carrying a black greatsword on his back appeared before him, standing proudly.
Dick's pupils contracted.
He sensed a dangerous aura emanating from this burly, red-haired man.
"Who are you?"
Dick drew his longsword, his entire body surging with azure Dou Qi, his momentum steadily rising.
" Frank Lampard, the Leo Gold Saint under King of Chambord, has come to take your dog's life."
The red-haired burly man planted the greatsword on his back into the ground before him, stood with his hands at his sides, his expression calm. Soft crackling sounds emanated from his body, and soon wisps of white lightning shot out from within him, enveloping his body like a white flame. The surrounding trees and grass, scorched by this white lightning, withered and turned black at a visible speed, soon emitting wisps of blue smoke.
"An expert in electric magic?" Dick was slightly taken aback, then licked his lips excitedly and laughed, "I never expected that a small Chambord City would hide an expert like you! Good, good, really good!" His azure Dou Qi surged wildly around him. "My favorite thing is to slaughter experts. This sword has already cut off the heads of thirty-six Four-Star Class experts. Today, you will be the thirty-seventh!"
"Too verbose!" That was Lampard's reply.
Meanwhile, to the right front of Chambord City.
In a large meadow where wild grasses had grown to over two meters tall.
On the other side of the invaders, the Four-Star Class expert Allen encountered almost the exact same fate as his companion Dick. He led four hundred black cavalry, but during the pursuit, nearly half of his soldiers were wiped out by a barrage of arrows and flying axes from Chambord archers. Enraged, he led his army into this vast meadow, only to find that entering it was like entering a maze-like ocean. With the enemy's deliberate guidance and evacuation, almost all of his two hundred cavalry were lured away, and standing before him were two burly men from Chambord City with unfriendly expressions.
"Knight Drogba, the Taurus Gold Saint under King of Chambord, and Pierce, the Capricorn Gold Saint... Heh heh, ugly boy, you're dead this time!" Two muscular men, as thick as mountains, announced themselves, then cracked their fists and grinned as they approached.
"Hmph! Ignorant! Two trash who aren't even Three-Star Class dare to say such things to me, they're asking for death!" Allen shook the longsword in his hand, and the water-elemental sky-blue Dou Qi flames surged. Two sky-blue sword beams shot towards the throats of the two people in front of him as fast as meteors and lightning.
"Truly a master!"
"No match for them!"
Drogba and Pierce's expressions changed simultaneously, sensing the terrifying strength of their opponent.
"Ready... fire!"
Gordon Brook remained calm and collected, his sword slicing through the air. At his command, the bowstring trembled, and a hail of arrows, like hungry locusts, screamed impatiently, their whistling drowning out all other sounds and piercing everyone's eardrums as they hurtled towards the enemy who surged before them like a black tide.
In an instant, the black-clad cavalrymen in the distance fell to the ground, howling in agony, like stalks of wheat under a scythe.
This is war.
Cruel and ruthless.
The arrows fell, followed by a rain of blood that filled the sky, and mournful howls echoed between heaven and earth.
One second his companion was galloping alongside him, the next he fell from his horse with a wail, and was trampled into mincemeat by the cavalry rushing in from behind, soon dying without a trace of breath.
Under the indiscriminate barrage of arrows, each cavalryman could only kick their horse's belly with the spurs on their iron boots to make the already sweaty steed run faster, trying to reach the enemy archers as quickly as possible. At the same time, they tried to lean forward to minimize their body surface area and prayed to the gods to protect themselves from being hit by the bloodthirsty arrows that came crashing down from the sky. This indiscriminate volleying was impossible to Avoid. Apart from King and high-ranking officers who were protected by skilled guards, only the lucky ones among the ordinary soldiers, who possessed both luck and courage, could survive.
Fortunately, they could already see the isolated enemy on the gentle hill two hundred meters away.
The defensive formation, numbering less than a hundred men, looked as pathetic as a group of helpless, lifeless scarecrows. This scene, like a woman stripped naked, ignited the male hormones of every invader, making each of them believe that with just one Charge, they could crush their weak opponent into a bloody pulp, then storm into Chambord like a Chambord City, killing, burning, wantonly raping any woman, and looting everything that came their way, to make their lives seem more meaningful.
Closer and closer...
The two armies were now less than fifty meters apart.
The sharper Black Riders even spotted the panicked expressions on their opponents' faces in the distance and their trembling legs after the officers forbade them to retreat. This sight further fueled their ferocity; everyone was shouting wildly, urging their horses on, and swinging their weapons frantically, anticipating the moment they would rush past and cut off their opponents' heads.
Only the scarred knight leader at the very front, whose entire body and his warhorse were shimmering with silver flames, frowned slightly. Having endured countless battles, he finally sensed something unusual.
Sometime later, a strange yet familiar pungent smell began to permeate the air. On the opposite hill in the distance, the tall, black-haired enemy commander, facing an enemy force several times his size, remained firmly rooted to a bizarre banner adorned with blood-dripping double-headed axe swords. The unwavering light in his eyes instilled a strange sense of dread in the Scarface Knight leader.
"Something's not right, there's a conspiracy..." The Scarface Knight's mind raced, and combined with the pungent smell in the air, he instantly realized a terrifying possibility.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Boom boom boom boom--!
Just then, another rapid twang of the bowstring rang out.
The Scarface Knight leader suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking. What he saw was a full twenty fire magic arrows, like twenty shooting stars, carrying raging flames, shooting head-on into the Black Torrent.
Then, in the next second, something incredible happened—
With a deafening roar, the entire earth began to burn.
That's right, it's the entire earth.
The half-meter-deep weeds beneath the black cavalry's feet instantly transformed into a deadly inferno rising from the Hell. Like a volcanic eruption, crimson flames surged from the ground, mercilessly licking at the charging cavalry. A pungent stench and black smoke billowed into the sky. The flames spread rapidly as if alive, and even more incredibly, in less than thirty or forty seconds, they spread with lightning speed to an area of almost a kilometer in radius across the grassland, leaving all the cavalrymen engulfed in the raging inferno.
Death arrived suddenly and without warning at this moment.
The merciless flames devoured everything.
Countless cavalrymen, who were arrogantly laughing and shouting one second and brandishing their weapons the next, turned into writhing, screaming, and desperately struggling firemen. They dropped their weapons and frantically beat out the flames spreading across their bodies. The flames mercilessly devoured their bodies, like the most passionate lovers in the world, and in an instant, one vibrant life after another was tragically buried in the flames.
The scene was vast and terrifying, comparable to some legendary forbidden fire magic spells.
However, the leader of the Scarface Knights knew perfectly well that this was not some forbidden magic spell.
The first volley of fire magic arrows he fired bore the familiar fire elemental fluctuations, clearly just the simplest, low-level fire magic arrows. The only real reason the entire grassland ignited was that a large amount of Fire Phosphorus had been deliberately scattered beforehand into the nearly half-meter-deep thicket of weeds. Fire Phosphorus is a terrifying, strange mineral powder with a peculiar odor; even the slightest spark can instantly ignite into a raging inferno. This was the source of the pungent odor he had sensed in the air earlier, the cause of his unease, and the sole reason the fire could spread so rapidly.
Suddenly, a wind picked up.
Fueled by the wind, the fire grew larger and larger, soaring into the sky. Smoke filled the air, cries of agony filled the air, people struggled amidst the flames, and horses neighed in agony... flames were everywhere!
The Scarface Knight leader frantically channeled his fighting Dou Qi, forcing the scorching flames back three meters away from his body.
"Everyone, listen up! Don't panic! Speed up... speed up! Charge out of the fire with all your might! There's a great river ahead!"
Enraged, the Scarface Knight leader roared wildly, commanding his cavalry to charge forward madly, trying to break through the sea of fire as quickly as possible. In this situation, only charging forward offered a glimmer of hope, because the wind was blowing fiercely to the south, and only the Chambord Army's position less than fifty meters ahead was not burning. As long as they could break through the enemy's position, they could escape the sea of fire.
Charge over there and slaughter those damned Chambord people!
This was the only thought in the Scarface Knight leader's bloodshot brain at that moment.
Two-in-one.
Finished at midnight.