This kind of unparalleled experience is naturally what every cavalryman craves.
The routed soldiers were almost upon them; at full speed, it would only take less than a minute to catch up with them.
Just then, a strange sound came from behind, the rustling of leaves, but it was hard to tell where the sound was coming from.
After a moment of confusion, the cavalrymen at the forefront realized something was wrong.
Why can't I tell which way is which?
Because such sounds are coming from all directions.
He realized the enemy's scheme, but it was too late.
In their eyes, countless enemies had already launched an attack from the woods surrounding the depression.
These enemies were dressed strangely, carried inconsistent weapons, and shouted slogans that were completely incomprehensible to me.
But years of training experience told them that this didn't seem like a group of civilian conscripts who would scatter at the first sign of trouble; rather, they seemed like a bunch of lunatics...
This intriguing conjecture was confirmed in the next instant, as the cavalryman at the forefront engaged an enemy in combat.
The enemy had no long-handled weapons at all; his swords and knives were simply carried on his back. What he held in his hands were two strangely shaped weapons.
What is this thing for?
The next instant, the two men and their horse collided. The cavalryman's lance pierced through the strangely dressed enemy in front of him, but the man used a pair of barbed weapons to hook himself onto his Hoofed Beast.
Are you crazy?!
The cavalryman couldn't help but curse, "What's the point of this man hooking his own Hoofed Beast around his beast?"
Even if you get a hole punched in you, you're still going to die, right?
But the next moment, he discovered that the enemy he had pierced was not dead, but rather the force in his hand had increased.
What a joke! I stabbed him through the left chest, how could he possibly be alive?
The cavalrymen were momentarily flustered, but they still made the right decision.
The enemy was hooked on the side of his Hoofed Beast, and he wouldn't be able to draw his lance for the time being.
He threw down his weapon, swiftly Directed Alienation swung a knife, intending to chop the enemy in front of him to pieces.
A penetrating wound might not kill you immediately, but a severed head will definitely kill you!
But at that moment, he suddenly felt an immense force. His Hoofed Beast seemed to have suddenly stepped into a pit. He felt the connection between himself and the Hoofed Beast being forcibly severed, and he was thrown off the saddle. The ground in his field of vision was getting closer and closer.
"Bang!"
He crashed headfirst into the damp mud, the short knife still in his hand, which he hadn't had a chance to swing.
The cavalryman, who had nearly broken his neck, immediately rose from the mud and looked back, only to be met with a scene that sent chills down his spine—
His own strong Hoofed Beast's six legs were now entangled in a clump of paste-like plant tissue.
"What?"
The cavalryman was a little dazed.
Its own Hoofed Beast had six legs, and those powerful legs, working together, could make trotting as easy as walking on flat ground. Yet, in an instant, they were bound together in a bundle?
The source of that strange plant tissue was none other than the enemy who had pierced his chest.
At this moment, he was using both hands to slowly pull his lance outward from his chest.
Seeing that the knight had stood up, the enemy, with the weapon still embedded in his body, turned around and stood before him, speaking in somewhat broken royal language:
"Hey bro, pull that for me, I guarantee your sentence will be a month shorter than everyone else's."
The Holy Crusaders cavalryman looked at the smiling enemy before him and suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.
After a very brief moment of thought, he made the decision that every intelligent being would make—
He turned and ran.
Run away! As long as you run away, there's still a chance, as long as these guys don't catch you...
But as he turned his head, he saw a sight he would never forget:
Some enemies had more than a dozen arrows stuck in their bodies, yet they still moved swiftly and chased after their chosen targets.
Some enemies had three arms and would slap the Holy Crusaders wildly while they were fighting.
Some of the enemies had seven or eight vines growing on their bodies and were scattering stones like raindrops down from the edge of the depression.
Some enemies don't move on their own, but can command a monster that's hard to distinguish as either animal or plant to bind their enemies in front of them like dumplings.
Some of the enemies held pairs of daggers and were playing a game of stab-the-back with the Holy Crusaders in front of them, their faces radiating fanaticism.
They're all lunatics! They're all lunatics!
The scene before them was completely beyond the expectations of the Holy Crusaders.
They weren't untrained; the Holy Crusaders were permanent troops, not temporary recruits, and they received some basic theoretical training when they were first selected.
Even the soldiers who coveted the abandoned supplies on the ground had received basic training and knew how to pursue fleeing troops and how to retreat if they encountered a counterattack.
But now, all that they've learned is useless.
There's a way to deal with every enemy. How could an enemy who was running around frantically just a second ago because they didn't want to die suddenly launch a desperate counterattack the next second?
Who gathered this group of people, whose patterns were completely unpredictable and whose techniques were never the same, and formed them into an army?
Amidst this mix of fear and absurdity, the cavalry turned into infantry, and the infantry into deserters. The group fled the depression, abandoning their armor and weapons, along with the two great knights who were still unaware of the situation.
The two high knights trailing behind were actually unaware of what had happened ahead.
The two of them only saw the main force rush into the depression, followed by deafening shouts of battle. In less than five minutes, the fleeing soldiers rushed out and swept them up with them.
"Line up! No retreating!"
The two Grand Knights displayed the authority befitting Middle Tier experts, slaying several deserters who tried to escape.
However, this did not have much of a deterrent effect, and had no other effect except to make the soldiers avoid the two of them when they ran away.
Soon, the strangely dressed enemies rushed out of the depression, and the two great knights commanders were also getting a little angry.
Seeing that this group of guys didn't seem to have much ability, the two activated their symbiotic plants, put them into armed mode, and charged forward.
They knew that lower-ranking soldiers were always opportunistic, and if they could fight their way through these guys, their broken morale could be restored.
Seeing the two people on the Hoofed Beast's back covered in bark-like armor, the players who rushed out of the depression showed no fear, but rather expressions of surprise.
"Holy crap, tree bark armor, it's Middle Tier! This is Middle Tier!"
"Do you even need to tell me? Look at their robes, they're all trimmed with gold. If they're not Middle Tier- Middle Tier, who are?!"
"Charge! Everyone, attack and get the points for him!"
To the astonishment of the two Grand Knights, a group of illogical madmen, laughing maniacally, pounced on them without a shred of fear.