Act 242 Alliance VII

The cry of killing came faintly from the other side of the mountain.

The knights in heavy armor were climbing towards the top of the mountain step by step. They raised their heads and looked through the gaps in the metal masks to see the blade-like boundary between the cliff and the sky. , the white mist spurting out of the mouth intertwined in the cold air, and stones rolled down the mountain stream from time to time, making a rare crashing sound.

The armor of these knights is very different from the heavy and practical armor of the Cruz people. The surface of the armor is shiny and covered with beautiful lines. The metal armor leaves are padded with thick fur for warmth. Each of them The knights all wore long white cloaks. Under the cloaks, the crosses and wild roses on the breastplates appeared and disappeared with the knight's steps.

The knights kept turning back to catch their companions, winding their way through the steep mountains like a thin black line.

Moving forward step by step, his gaze gradually climbed upward until he crossed the top of the mountain. A gust of messy wind swept over him, causing his cloak to fly up. The knight walking in the front subconsciously grabbed his cloak with his backhand.

Shocking shouts of killing came towards my face.

All the sounds on the battlefield seemed to be amplified thousands of times in an instant. The long sound of the horn and the thumping of the war drum seemed to hit the heart with every blow. The army rolled like a torrent with a thunderous sound.

The battlefield at the Ordos Pass was fully displayed in front of everyone - on the open slope, the remaining knights of the Cruz people were attacking the black army of crystal clusters, and layers of deep waves appeared from time to time in the 'ocean' Purple flashes of light, wave after wave, like a strong wind sweeping across the sea.

Looking down, the entire battlefield at Ordos Pass has been completely intertwined, black and red torrents separate each other, and various flags are flying in this ocean. Occasionally engulfed by a wave, the colorful coalition of nobles was in defeat, and the heavy infantry of the Cruz people seemed to be the mainstay in the center of the entire battlefield to meet the repeated attacks of the crystal army, like a rock standing in the raging waves.

Cruz's only hope was their heavy cavalry, hoping that the heavy cavalry concentrated on the right wing could completely defeat the army blocking them before the main force of the crystal cluster army arrived.

However, there is not much time left for them.

The knight looked up. Thick clouds hung on the horizon, and on the ground where the gloomy sky connected with the horizon of East Metz, a black ocean was spreading as far as the eye could see.

He opened the metal mask, and the moonlight reflected in the depths of his eyes, shining brightly.

The knight looked back.

The knight behind him had already set up a flag.

The silver swallow-tailed flag flew high in the strong wind.

A shadow flew over everyone's heads, spread its wings with a bony wingspan of more than twenty meters, and swooped down into the valley together with the black-armored knight riding a spear on its back.

Bone dragons flew out from between the steep peaks one after another. They flew above and to the left and right of the knights, and their shadows continued to cross the top of the mountain.

"Are we to believe them? Lord Rodrigo?"

The knight shook his head: "I never believe in cunning dark creatures, but now we can't control them and carry out the orders of the Pope."

"Blow the horn——"

…

Faina couldn't remember how many times she had entered the enemy formation. Although she was a student of the Legion Commander, her condition at the moment was not as good as others - she was covered in blood, almost all her own. There were countless wounds under the armor, and when fatigue came over him. The secretion of adrenaline began to decrease, the pain came like a tide, cold sweat began to break out, and the biting cold wind from the mountain pass blew through, chilling the bones.

She had thrown away her magic spear, leaving it on a medium-sized crystal cluster. Without being able to pull it out, the shot penetrated the core of the monster and directly nailed it to the battle formation. Then she put on her sword to fight the crystal clusters. After killing two small crystal clusters,

The high-quality shimmering long sword also broke with a 'choking' sound.

A crystal cluster rushed forward.

She roared. He used all his strength to insert the broken sword into the crystal pupil of one crystal cluster, and the crystal cluster let out a sharp scream and fell backwards. But after losing her sword, she immediately faced a desperate situation. The crystal clusters that came up overturned her Earthly Dragon. She lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. Then the Earthly Dragon overturned, and Miss Qianjin in the flower-leaf collar was miserable. He screamed and felt his legs immediately lose feeling.

Tears welled up all of a sudden and she couldn't stop them. She knew that her leg was broken. Fortunately, the dragon didn't completely press her down, otherwise this creature weighing nearly ten tons would kill her in an instant. Her life.

But it's pretty much the same.

Faina looked desperately at the crystal clusters coming up. Her legs were pressed under the body of the earth dragon and she couldn't get out in a short time. Her companions had gone far away. It was impossible for the knight to stop on the battlefield and stay. All that was left for her was death.

"elder sister--"

She seemed to hear her sister Elise calling her name anxiously among the army, but how could that be possible? With such a long distance, it was impossible for Elise to see her among the army.

What's more, even if she saw it, how could she possibly hear Elise's voice? The heavy knight's front line was at least several miles away from the Buga mages.

But when she heard the voice, she couldn't help but shed tears. She straightened up desperately and looked desperately to the back of the battlefield - as if she wanted to see her sister, brother and father there.

Sorry, I'm dying...

At the last moment of her life, the first thing that came to Faina's mind was the pale and gentle face of her mother who died of illness. Then this face disappeared into the darkness and was replaced by a heroic, calm and composed face. face.

The sharp claws tore her armor apart in an instant. Faina felt herself flying high, and everything in the world seemed to be spinning. The feeling was actually light, as if everything had lost its weight.

Then she felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, her vision seemed to be covered in blood, and a heavy roll of tiredness swept over her.

Then came darkness.

Silence, silent darkness.

"Damn it, country bumpkin..."

…

Veronica's face was as heavy as water, and she held Elise's arm tightly. The latter cried and shouted her sister's name, but soon her voice became hoarse, and even her voice became hoarse. Give up the strength to cry.

She watched helplessly as her sister's figure was submerged by the crystal clusters. Her small body seemed to have lost all strength in an instant, and she knelt down weakly in the cold sand.

The female legionnaire's face was expressionless. As the commander of this war, she could not show any wavering. However, Faina's accident still made her want a sharp sword to pierce her heart, making her lips color. They are all a little whitish.

At this moment, all she could do was to gently lift Elise up, hold the little girl who had already cried into tears quietly in her arms, without saying a word, waiting for the heavy cavalry to bring the battle to this battle. The final result.

Whether it is hope or despair.

Elise wailed in her arms.

Time is running out.

The army of crystal clusters is encircling from the direction of Mehotofen. The ground can be felt trembling more than ten miles away, and small stones are beating on the ground, as if it is foreshadowing something.

The reserve light cavalry of the Cruz people stood on the mound, making no sound, while rows of knights were looking back on horseback. A black line had faintly appeared between the undulating hills in the sky.

The nobles' faces were earth-colored.

Many people were looking back, and for the first time there was a wavering on the mound, and some people were already paralyzed on the ground.

Veronica held Elise quietly. It was the first time she had not drawn her sword on the battlefield, and the knuckles of her hands were a little pale. After decades of military service, she actually felt her hands tremble a little, because this war was destined to bury the fate of the Cruz people.

"Mr. Gilt, what did we do wrong?"

"Why punish us like this?"

Someone was already questioning the wind angrily.

"It's over, it's all over, the empire is over!"

Some people are desperate, but some people are full of heroic spirit. Little Pelo looked at Elise who was crying almost exhausted with some sympathy. He also felt a little sorry for Faina's death. She was a good girl, but he didn't think that such a death was worth sighing because it was a death. The knight deserves it.

Unlike others, when he witnessed the desperate and tragic battlefield in front of him, he didn't have much fear in his heart. Instead, he only had boiling blood and full fighting spirit.

What is there to fear about death? A glorious battle, wrapped in horse leather, is the return journey of the soldiers.

Thinking of this, he said: "Your Excellency, Legion Commander, Teacher, please order the Light Cavalry Legion to attack. We have no chance. We can only survive in death."

He said loudly: "I am not afraid of death, but I want to fight!"

Veronica turned back and looked at him. Little Pelo is the son of Lord Roxton. He was once a member of the Knights of the Broken Sword. He fought alongside Brando and Freya during the battle in the Dead Frost Forest. However, after that incident, he was stranded in the country because of the eldest son of the emperor. Eruin was also removed from the Knights of the Broken Sword. At this moment, Veronica reappointed him as the commander of the light cavalry reserve to replace Viscount Losca who died in the battle, precisely because of his outstanding cavalry command talent.

And, fearless courage.

"At least the Cruz people have courage," Veronica replied.

Her voice carried far away from the battlefield along the wind.

The light cavalry regiment, which was still a little restless at first, suddenly became silent. Everyone on horseback looked sideways, as if they had gained courage and strength from these words.

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