"My lord, the front line of our army has begun to disintegrate!"

The shouts of the guards made Foggar who was standing still awake like a dream.

Seeing the soldiers being trampled by heavy cavalry like weeds, Fogar's eyes were red, and he threw his helmet to the ground and hit his cheek with a fist.

The **** nature of Ulsters finally allowed him to regain his fighting spirit after a brief loss of consciousness.

"The messenger! Shoot the arrow!" Fogar ordered loudly, while taking the weapon from the guards: "Supervise the team forward! Retreat, kill! Conquerors, kill! Those who don't listen to the command, kill!"

An arrow tied with a whistle rose into the air with a sharp and piercing whistle.

Dozens of soldiers who fleeed were beheaded on the battlefield. Their screams and blood immediately stunned all the soldiers who retreated.

"Shame! The shame of Ulster!" Fogall rode forward, facing all the soldiers in the front line, shouting loudly: "A thousand Ulster people were scared away by 28 cavalry! Yours What about courage? What about your vows?! I see only cowardice! From now on, who dares to take a step back and the whole family will be punished by surrendering to the enemy!"

Killing the deserters, shocking people's hearts, after some action, the Ulster's military spirit gradually stabilized, Fogar also began to turn his attention to the heavy cavalry in the formation.

This group of knights, who had fallen from the sky, launched an unheard of charge, directly penetrated three square formations, and was finally blocked in front of the coach and guards.

As the opponent's horsepower gradually decreased, the Ulster soldiers, driven by the officers, slowly surrounded the 28 knights.

Staring at the group of knights caught in the siege, Fogar brandished a long sword and ordered the messenger: "Archer! Aiming at these cavalry horses! Get these **** off me first!"

With the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, locust-like arrows plunged into the horse's body, but to everyone's disappointment, these mounts only hummed a few times, still standing on the spot, and did not fall down.

Foggar froze for a moment, and then ordered again: "The archer step back! Get ready to throw the axe!"

The heavy infantry stepped forward, took out the axe from his waist, and turned his blade towards the helpless knight.

To everyone's surprise, twenty-eight knights threw their knight guns into the crowd. After killing dozens of enemies, they dropped their shields.

Foggar opened his eyes wide and asked suspiciously: "What do they want to do?!"

Next, a scene that stunned everyone happened.

Countless limbs of parasites, like the multi-legs stretched out by a spider, emerged from under the knight's armor, twisting and growing in mid-air.

Ulster’s soldiers were frightened by this horrible scene. Some people turned around and ran away regardless of the charge of defecting; others fell to the ground, shouting the name of the deity.

"Gods are on! What kind of monsters are these guys...?" Fogar took a deep breath and looked at the densely packed parasite limbs like tentacles in the air. Then he trembled and ordered again. : "You bastards! What are you still waiting for?! Hurry up and attack!"

The heavy axe was thrown at the knight from Ulster's army.

With the howl of the axe in the air, the parasite limbs in mid-air began to spin and swing, and the two hit each other, producing a dull metal crash. As a result, the parasite limbs blocked most of the throwing. With weapons, the Ulsters occasionally worked once or twice on their attacks, but they just made the knight sway on the horse, and the latter settled down again later.

After one round of throwing the axe, the knights were intact.

Under the horrified gaze of the soldiers, the twenty-eight knights began to move.

They drove the horse slowly to the front, and the limbs twisted in mid-air began to slowly tilt their angles, and aimed the sharp bone spurs at the surrounding soldiers.

A keel limb suddenly pierced forward, and the attack was as quick and deadly as a cobra ang attack, leaving an egg-sized blood hole directly in the chest of a heavy infantry wearing chain armor.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third keel limbs were pierced one after another. Each piercing took less than half a second, but it could always end a life accurately.

As the horse's hoof falls faster and faster, the attack frequency of the parasite limbs on the knight's body is getting faster and faster. In the end, these spikes made of keel are like a machine gun with full firepower, using lightning like lightning. The degree of reaping all creatures within their attack range.

Ulster's army completely collapsed, and even the supervising team could not stop the escaped soldiers.

To make matters worse, the roar of soldiers came from the distance of the battlefield, and two hundred gladiators ran out of the forest and ran towards the camp.

The slumped Fogar put down the weapon in his hand, looked at the twenty-eight "Reapers" in front of him who kept harvesting lives, and looked at the gladiators on the battlefield who were attacking the camp, helpless to the soldiers around him. Said: "Let the order go on, let all the troops escape from the battlefield, and don't fall in love with the enemy when you encounter enemies. In short, you can escape back one by one..."

Just when Fogar completely lost his fighting spirit, the twenty-eight knights suddenly stopped attacking, and the gladiators on the battlefield also stopped running.

Everyone on the battlefield looked towards the direction of the Froststone Camp in the distance. A thick black smoke rolled over the forest, and the flames could still be seen faintly.

Foggar was surprised at first, then puzzled, and finally ecstatic.

"My ambush! My ambush comes in handy!" Excited, he hugged the nearest guard and exclaimed excitedly: "Before this battle started, I ambushed thirty beasts in the enemy camp. In a nearby cave. After the war, with the ringing arrow as a signal, I ordered them to attack the enemy’s camp immediately, so it seems that they have succeeded!"

The knights who stopped attacking froze for a while, and finally, under the leadership of the leader, slowly withdrew from the formation of Ulster's army.

And after a fierce quarrel, the gladiators began to change directions and ran towards the Froststone Camp.

Seeing the heavy cavalry and gladiators who gave up their attacks, gradually disappeared to the end of the battlefield, Fogall sat down in the mud with no regard for the image, panting heavily, and using his trembling voice to his side. The person said: "It's too dangerous... It's too dangerous! Without the prearranged ambush, the 28 monsters alone would be able to defeat us completely! I have never seen anything like that in my life. ..."

A commander came to him and asked afflictedly: "My lord, what should we do next?"

"What else can I do?!" Fogall glared and exclaimed: "Leave all the baggage! Everyone withdraws to the kingdom as soon as possible! I need to report to the king..."

Before he finished speaking, someone in the army suddenly shouted: "Look over there! Those people seem to be our cavalry!"

"The cavalry of our army?!" Foggar stood up with a look of doubt, shaking his head, and said strangely: "I remember their mission is to assist in attacking the enemy camp. Why did they come here? "

When he reached the height of the camp, Foggar looked towards the edge of the battlefield. A light cavalry unit of about fifty men ran out of the forest and was rushing towards Ulster's camp.

These cavalrymen were running and waving their arms, shouting something loudly in their mouths.

Listening to the vague voices coming from a distance, Foggar asked the people around him, confused: "What are those people shouting?"

The soldiers with better ears listened carefully for a while, and said to Fogar with some uncertainty: "My lord, they seem to be shouting...Run away?"

"escape?!"

Before Fogal hadn't realized what was going on, a huge black figure knocked down countless trees, raised a large swath of snowflakes, rushed out of the forest, and entered everyone's field of vision.

A pitch-black behemoth crawling high on the ground, its head looks like a giant lizard with sharp edges and corners, its limbs are sharp and strong iron claws, its tail is thick with spikes, and its body is covered with what looks like It is a scale made of steel.

"Oh my God! What is that?!"

"From start to finish~lightnovelpub.net~ its length is probably over seven meters!"

"Compared with it, those war horses are like putting wild dogs and lions together!"

There were bursts of exclamation in Ulster's army. Foggar frowned, and he asked the guards in confusion, "Is there such a beast in our kingdom? Do you know it?"

Seeing everyone around him shaking their heads, Fogar felt a strong anxiety in his heart.

Soon, his anxiety turned into reality.

The pitch-black monster stood up and opened a huge mouth. A "Frost Breath" with a diameter of more than 40 cm and a range of 15 meters sprayed out from its mouth, directly falling on the last ten. Several cavalry soldiers froze into ice sculptures.

　　

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