When the war was reignited in the Great Green Sea, the Qiancheng City in the west and the Silver Helmet Mountain reinforcements in the south were fighting with their respective "opponents", the besieged Harimfan Ashamai and Earl Braha, I also noticed some kind of "abnormality".

"The enemy is mobilizing the army frequently, and constantly withdrawing the troops used to siege us."

Looking at the siege position in the distance, Seth Braha frowned. "The sentinel last night told me that the enemy patrol and sweep our deserters at night, which is half as much as before."

"This means that the enemy's army has shrunk by at least half, or even more ... The force used for patrols and surveillance has decreased, and it also proves that the weight of the centaur is also greatly reduced!"

Harlem van Azamal nodded, but then he could not help but smile bitterly.

"Unfortunately, if our army can still have the previous combat power, it can now break through." Master Azhama couldn't help but clenched the wand in his hand and said with a sigh:

"Instead of waiting for others to save like now."

Earl Braha nodded slightly, looking at the bandage still bleeding, and said nothing more.

The enemy withdrew a large amount of troops from the siege and confrontation, but anyone with common sense can see that there has been a major change in the opponent's backline-this time, it is simply a heaven-sent opportunity to break through!

But Braha didn't dare to gamble, let alone bet.

After being besieged for more than ten days, the entire army has been weakened to the extreme, with two thirds of the wounded and disabled soldiers, and only a few of them can really participate in the battle.

Without the cover, even if the entire army can successfully break through, I am afraid that it will survive without even 1%-this result is no different from the whole army.

After stopping the requests of several generals to break through, Seth Blaha insisted on holding on to his position, and at the same time counting the supplies, he ordered the soldiers to dig deep into the trenches and stand by.

He was n’t worried about what ambush or traps the enemy would set ... The battle had reached this stage, the situation was already clear, and the initiative was entirely in the hands of the centaur-if they wanted to completely destroy the remaining Poi main force, they could do it any time.

The only reason why it has been dragged to the present is to use yourself as a bait and to help around the point ... just from the perspective of the deployment of enemy forces, I am afraid that this tactic has not progressed smoothly.

In other words, the strength of the troops coming to the rescue greatly exceeded their expectations, and even conversely, they pinched more of the Centaur army, so that they had to use their power to encircle their forces to block them.

Earl Seth Braha supported his bruised body with crutches, feeling extremely heavy.

But all these things I have seen are just superficial phenomena.

When the enemy's purpose cannot be guessed, any rash actions will have irreparable consequences ... Grand Duke Laszlo Varna has used his life to teach himself this lesson.

"Count Seth Braha, you have more military experience than me." Looking at the Earl Braha who stood up, Master Harlemvan Achamai asked: "You think that you are currently holding back half Which side is the army of men and horses? "

"Regarding this question, I think you already have an answer, Master Azhamai." Earl Braha's words came with a deep force:

"If you are from the Imperial Legion, I am afraid that the legendary flying dragon has already hovered above us!"

"But what I am curious about is exactly this." Count Braha looked up and looked at Master Ashamai solemnly: "Why are you so sure that 'that person' is Duke Byrne?"

"Why do you trust him so much, even to the point where you are willing to spare your life?"

The heard Harlem Van Ashamai blinked and smiled softly.

"I'm an alchemist, I only believe in objective facts-as far as the facts are concerned, I don't trust Duke Loren Turin." Master Achamai shook his head, his expression very self-deprecating:

"So I just blindly believed the words of an old friend and made subjective judgments based on his suggestions."

What about old friends?

"Corona, the governor of Ebden, the leader of the wizarding tower." Master Achamai said slowly: "He said he made a very bold decision, betting the future and hope on a young man's Body. "

"That young man ..."

Earl Braha looked at him calmly, with a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes: "Is it Loren Turin?"

"More importantly, he once traveled to the north of the Boundary Mountain, and also found Niederhogg, the dragon city, the legendary place where the wizard sage once visited." Master Azhama said slowly:

"He has dealt with the existence of the void more than once, he knows them well, and he knows a lot of things that we have no clue."

Earl Braha frowned.

"It may be ridiculous to say that, but between the powerful and terrible dragon and the young man who was born as a wizard and now inherits the blood of the 'Duke of Black Lord.' 'S self-deprecation:

"I actually trust the latter more."

"Ed Turin, Roland Turin, Loren Turin ..."

Talking about these names one by one, Count Braha said with a blank expression, relievedly: "Yeah, look, the knights of Byrne are good at creating miracles and making unexpected actions."

As the words fell, the duo with complex expressions glanced at each other, and then smiled tacitly, but only bitterly.

For the moment, apart from believing the Duke Byrne, they have no second choice.

"Master Earl!"

The hurried messenger shouted anxiously, and the two turned their eyes almost at the same time as the footsteps came.

"problem occurs?"

"Yes!" The messenger nodded violently, panting but eagerly, even Khan was too late to wipe: "Centaur ... they are withdrawing, and they are withdrawing across the board!"

"what?!"

The expression of the two suddenly changed.

If it was ten days ago, this news is tantamount to the horrific turning of the Holy Cross, but now ...

"Loren Turin, it must be him-the Imperial Legion entered East Bosqueland for at least three days, and they were too late!"

Earl Braha had a sharp eye and quickly made a judgment: "Master Ashamai, we have to make a decision immediately-whether to prepare for the breakout, or cooperate with Byrne ’s army to attack the Centaur tribe that was hit by surprise.

"The life and death of Quan Boyi is today!"

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coming!

The Cham of the Centaur, Chakal's eyes fixed, stared at the dust rolling up in the distance, and the iconic swallowtail flag of the Bayern who was continually jumping on the horizon.

All of a sudden, Chakar's mouth could not help but twitch a little arc.

The army of more than 20,000 bipods, who even stiffly crossed the blockade of the four-footed warriors, rushed into their formation without knowing it on their side.

Your soldiers are divided into multiple ways, and at the same time launching siege from several sides, I am trying to distract my attention; and in order to deal with so many enemies, I have to separate the army and break each response, otherwise I will be packaged Folder risk;

But in fact, you are bluffing, using these so-called "reinforcements" to cover up your most important step-yes, just like the night we first met, the two-wing troops were only feinting and really killing the enemy The knife is always you.

Cautious and bold, calm but arrogant.

Loren Turin ... You really are my enemy, and I didn't let me down!

That's right, only people with such strength are eligible to be my opponents, and they deserve to die in my hands!

Chakra, who was crazier, didn't notice the madness of the smile in his mouth, and he was more hysterical, trembling from head to toe, as if restraining some kind of coming out. Powerful.

If the black-haired wizard stood in front of him, his eyes would be widened in surprise-Chacar at this moment is almost the same as Fanesis in the Dragon King City, even with a mad and calm expression. same.

"Da Khan, the four-footed warrior against which the striker is going to be defeated!"

A terrified voice sounded on the shore, and the indifferent Chacar looked at the battlefield in the distance; under that black lion's golden lion, the outpost scout of more than two thousand four-footed warriors was rapidly shaking, and even had a tendency to collapse.

The battle started very suddenly-the Centaur fighters of the four loaves of Poi ’s remnant army did not anticipate that there would be enemies attacking from behind them, and there was no time for reaction and assembly.

In order to maintain the huge blockade line, after the entire Centaur Army removed the blocking force, the strength of the entire siege position was so flat that each area was very thin, with only a thousand or two thousand troops.

Relying on the powerful mechanical power of the Centaur, they were able to complete the assembly and containment at the moment when the Poi army counterattacked ... But when the Rangers with the same mechanical power launched a raid from behind them, the defect of the scattered power was immediately Exposed.

And the cavalry sent by the Baine army marching forward in a hurry is not a regular scout, but a ranger used to tear his surrounding net and break the blockade for the Boi remnants!

In the sound of horseshoes and shouts killing all over the world, the Bayern Rangers and Ranger Knights from the High Peaks waved knights' swords and sabers, fighting in groups of two and rushing back and forth among the centaur lines.

They are like swift and powerful sharp knives, puncturing and retracting continuously, bleeding the enemy and stirring up the enemy's front.

The rapid roar and the screaming screams passed by like a gust of wind on the grassland.

Now that the guests have come to the door, there is no point in staying here ... the game is just beginning.

"Order the whole army and turn around." Chakar's eyes narrowed into a line, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became more and more strange: "We retreat."

"retreat?!"

The staggered, blood-stained Centaur Warrior yelled in horror: "Now if we retreat, our warriors who have broken down on the front line will be killed, Khan! You can't ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked in his throat.

At the moment he was stared at by Chakar's dark, black eyes, the trembling centaur samurai was stiff, and his expression was like a heart pierced by a thousand arrows.

"You ... dare to question my order?"

"I, I don't have it!"

"No, no, you ... the brave four-footed warrior, who has such courage, questioning the big Khan ... your master's orders." Chakar's face showed a wild smile:

"I think it's necessary to praise you and reward you."

"No, great Khan, you are the master of all four hoofs, and I dare not defy your orders!" The suddenly awakened Centaur Samurai realized how he had just done the act of death. Direct four The hoof fell on his knees and lay his upper body on the ground:

"Beg, beg you, beg you to be merciful, give me a chance! Your soldiers will surely scour sin with the blood of the enemy!"

"Is it?" Tilting his head, Chakal's expression became more and more mad, and gray-blue pus oozed out of his dark pupil, leaving tear-like marks on both sides of the corner of the eye:

"Then what do you think is the merit to wash away your sins?"

The centaur warrior prostrate on the ground stiffly, raising his head tremblingly, his eyes flashing decisively: "Only as long as you are willing to give me this opportunity, I promise to dedicate that devil's head to you!"

"Really?"

"Really, really! I swear, I must send his head to you!" Centaur warrior replied in cold sweat.

"But what if you can't do it?" Chakal asked "bewildered", but he seemed to be asking himself: "Isn't that ... sin plus one?"

"I, I can swear with my life and soul!"

"Very good!" Chakar finally smiled with satisfaction.

However, as the Centaur warrior climbed up in a panic, ready to rush to the battlefield and died, a powerful arm suddenly came from behind ... pinching his throat!

"Big, Khan— ?!"

"I said ... very good ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Indifferent and mad Chacar raised his mouth and smiled even brighter:" Unfortunately, you can't kill Loren Turin. "

"The only one who can kill him is me!"

As his voice fell, the Centaur Warrior who was holding his throat suddenly started violent spasms and convulsions, the burly body began to shudder unnaturally, and every blood vessel appeared to be alive, exposed on the skin.

"Big, Khan, ah ..."

The Centaur's body twitched more and more violently, and more and more twisted-like a fish that was off the water and placed on a chopping board.

Puff—puff—!

Like a deflated ball, the centaur warrior's neck and chest exploded abruptly, and the dark red plasma burst out, staining Chacar's mad face.

"It turns out that it's no wonder that the grown-up smiled so happy when he was watching me drink the potion ..."

"This is really ... too interesting!"