Chapter 181 Sacrifice
The fierce battle in the sky is continuing. Both sides attach great importance to air supremacy. Once air supremacy is lost, the enemy will easily attack vulnerable long-range positions.
Davian on the ground holds remorse and a staff to resist the enemy's attack. Although these Hargangxi executioners are a group of cowards who only know how to slaughter the weak, every swing of the single crisp sword on the battlefield is extremely deadly. Hundreds of years of experience. A career as an executioner taught them which parts of the body were most effective to attack.
The sword forged in his hand under the supervision of the master forger is as terrifying as its owner. The armor produced from Vaal's anvil can withstand at most one fatal attack before being broken open.
The Witch Spirits mixed in the heavily armored troops looked extremely crazy. The double knives coated with venom could always penetrate Asur's neck and eye sockets, and the elbows that lacked armor protection were the focus of their attacks.
Cutting off the head of the executioner in front of him with one sword, Davian concentrated his magic power on the staff in his left hand, and smashed a blue magic sledgehammer forward. The target wizard immediately turned into a meat pie, and the magic The remnant power of the explosion killed several enemies who got too close on the spot.
It was too late to praise himself for this victory. When Davian was about to raise his staff again and use the magic sledgehammer to quickly eliminate the enemy, he felt a strong sense of crisis on his left side and immediately blocked the crimson single crisp knife with his staff.
A gap was cut in the staff made by Israma, and he felt that the spell-casting tool in his left hand was about to fall off. He had no time to express his gratitude to the power of this sneak attacker and immediately turned around to defend himself.
Davian looked at the Druzi who attacked him. He was not wearing an executioner's helmet. His long black hair was tied into a ponytail, his pupils were dark, and his cheekbones were high. He was a typical Nagarothian.
The two of them immediately started fighting without much communication. When the blades of the swords crossed each other, Davian felt surprised. This Drucci was completely different from the others.
After raising the single crisp knife high, Tularis jumped up and slashed at Davian with his height. The speed was fast and fierce. It was obvious that he was very good at this kind of fighting method.
Davian chose to use magic to attack the executioner in front of him. A magic sword was swung at the single crisp knife. After the azure sword came into contact with the massacre weapon left behind by the Kane sect when it was founded, it appeared like broken glass. lines, magic particles emerge from the cracks.
But this was not Zheng's killing move. After the dragon prince, who was also a magic swordsman, touched the enemy with his magic sword, he instantly stabbed out the regret in his right hand. The target was obviously the heart of this Druchi.
Tularis also noticed Davian's actions. He moved his right hand and broke the magic sword. The blade just blocked the tip of Regret's sword. The speed of his reaction made Davian feel incredible.
"Interesting, it seems that we have met an opponent." Davian, who sighed in his heart for a moment, did not continue to attack and said, "Tell me your name, you may be a good trophy." Tu stood on the same spot
. Laruili held the single crisp knife in front of her chest, a posture ready to attack at any time, and said calmly, "You are just a sacrifice that sacrificed your life for my Lord. There is no need to know too much." David heard this
. An smiled, and then let out a roar. All enemies near the roar felt that their bodies began to move slowly, and the spears that could have been easily dodged now had pierced their bodies.
After using War Howl, Davian looked at the Druchi executioner in front of him. The staff in his left hand began to deform, and the Yselama silver was like a flowing liquid forming a long sword under the control of some kind of force.
He has already seen that the enemy has many protective magic props on his body, and the single crisp knife has the effect of breaking magic. Instead of using magic to defeat the enemy, Davian prefers to use physical methods.
The confrontation between the two started again. The sound of the swords colliding and the fierce fighting methods made this area an open space. Everyone deliberately avoided the place where the two guys were fighting. As long as they were involved, a long sword would Or a single crisp knife will kill it quickly. After the confrontation between Tularis and Davian, the Ossian guards, who were Kane's chosen guards, stepped into the battlefield, increasing the pressure on the Yris front.
It is difficult for the bows and arrows in the hands of the mist walkers to penetrate these butchers wearing heavy plate and chain armor. The spear infantry responsible for the resistance line will inevitably have blood gushing out with every swing of their swords.
These executioners who believe that Turalis is the incarnation of Kane are cruel and ruthless. They will not immediately cut off the enemy's head or attack the fatal vital points. Instead, they will cut off the limbs and let them live on the ground and howl. This is to prepare for the aftermath of the war. There were enough prisoners to sacrifice to Kane.
When Eltharion and Davian, as leaders, began to fight with the enemy, gaps began to appear in the line, but it was not the Yrysians, but Tyron Locke who served as reinforcements.
The head of Prince Tyronloch, who accompanied Adira on the expedition, had been chopped off. He always held onto his spear and held his position, but in front of the tide of enemies, this will seemed extremely fragile.
As the adjutant, the magic swordsman Cavell calmly analyzed the situation. With the support of Phoenix, the air battle began to tilt towards Asul, but it still took some time to gain control of the air.
However, it was difficult for the infantry line to withstand the coalition forces of Hargansi and Chaos troops. When the executioners, as heavy assault infantry, withstood the damage, the Witch Spirits and Kane assassins mixed in them made their own battle loss ratio very high. Ugly.
"Sending the cavalry, we need to make some sacrifices." Cavell made this decision with difficulty. He had three hundred silver-helmeted knights in his hands. He originally planned to cooperate with the Tal Gaiwo Knights to divide the battlefield, but now the pressure of the infantry line It was too big, and a gap had been opened. At the same time, other places were also in danger, and a force was needed to buy time for reorganization.
After the order was issued, the leader of the Silver Helmet Knights did not express any opinion. He just nodded to the herald to express his understanding, and then picked up his lance.
When Weir sent reserve troops to fill the gap, and when other places were about to be breached, cavalry appeared on the flanks. Even though the strength of these knights was nothing compared to tens of thousands of enemies, they still bravely raised their cavalry. Gun, because Ulthuan is at your feet.
When a cavalry charge without fear of death, even the steel city wall will be gradually pierced. Under the leadership of the captain, the silver-helmeted knights are like a needle piercing a black sponge.
The knight at the front pierced the enemy and was pulled off his horse and hacked to death with a single crisp sword. However, the lance from behind instantly pierced the man who raised the sword. The wizard's fragile body was knocked away by the horse. The only thing that was difficult to hit instantly was The ones killed were the Chaos warriors blessed by the evil gods. These warriors were few in number among the Chaos tribes that invaded Ulthuan, but each of them had heavy plate armor and giant axes.
After the Chaos Warrior was pierced through the breastplate by a lance, he seemed not to be affected at all. The giant ax carried the blessing of the evil god and hacked the knight to death together with his horse. However, after that, his helmet was pierced by several lances, and he was furious on the spot.
Cavill, who was commanding from the rear, saw the silver-helmeted knights charging bravely. The bright armor that symbolized hope was gradually swallowed up by the darkness. He put his hand on his chest and observed a moment of silence, then turned around and continued to command. This war will not be lacking. Heroes, but when the bodies of heroes are buried in a corner that no one cares about, what meaning does fame have to these heroes who fight with their lives.
The magic swordsman Cavell didn't want to think deeply about this issue. He only knew that this war could not be lost. Even if he fought to the last man, he had to drive the Witch King out of Ulthuan.
The charge of the Silver Helmet Knight slowed down the enemy's attack speed, which gave Asur a little precious time to reorganize the formation. The people in the rear stood in the position of their dead comrades. They knew that if the war was lost, Osu would An will turn into ruins. Even the most cowardly people will burst out with the greatest courage at this moment, just to protect their homeland.
(End of chapter)