Chapter 439 Cutting the Battlefield
"Old guy, you are free, wait for the news of my sacrifice."
After jumping off the back of Minas Nir, Imrik teased it. After all, he always said Due to his own reasons, he was unable to sleep well, but this time he finally got his wish.
"It's best for you to leave an heir and die quickly. I will help you take care of Adira." Lao Mi, who was familiar with elf
jokes, said sarcastically. As soon as the brat was freed from his back, he prepared to use teleportation magic to transfer the still-born child to her. The waiting Pyro Knight secured Imric's location.
"Haha."
After responding to Lao Mi, Imrik landed directly in the jungle. There was a large ball of flame where he landed, which gave him a familiar feeling.
Slowly walking out of the flames, looking at the rat men gradually coming, he couldn't help but shrugged, expressing his doubts about their number. These guys were like battlefield incubators, more terrifying than the undead.
At least there is a bottom line for how much vampires can control the magical wind, but there seems to be no bottom line for the number of rat men.
"Okay, okay, let's start quickly. Stop saying die, die, it's so noisy."
When these plague rats were still hesitant about what this pointed-eared thing that appeared alone was going to do, Imrik A somewhat helpless tone entered his ears.
The Elvish language is not understood by the rat people, but this voice seems to have become an encouragement and an object to inspire hatred. The meaning of the existence of the rat people here is only one thing at this moment, and that is to give this pointed-eared man wearing white armor to Get rid of it.
"Die! Die!"
Under the leadership of the craziest plague monk, countless pairs of red eyes surged towards this place. The rat men had forgotten the tactical goals issued by the commander and only wanted to kill this pointed ear.
And this is in line with Imric's wishes. Gathering monsters is extremely useful. If we fight a tough battle, this battlefield may last for a long time, but as long as we point Arrancar and use the division tactics that Caledor is good at If you defeat them individually, there should be a lot less variables.
The long sword was pulled out again, and flames and thunder poured into it. This long sword, which symbolized the identity of Prince Caledor, has always been a weapon that Imric was unwilling to replace. Even if there are better options now, it will still be used as a battlefield weapon. With sword.
For no other reason than because the place where this sword is wielded is Caledor.
The rats that charged forward were killed in one attack. No juice flowed out from the open wounds, and the charred flesh and blood fell to the ground along with the dead bodies.
The same was true for the Rat Man who followed closely. Every time he swung his sword, he would leave several lives behind.
But this seemed to have no effect at all except making the battlefield smell even more foul.
The ratmen have surrounded the pointed-eared thing wearing white armor, and the rusty long knife will soon touch the repaired Caledor armor that is not worn.
But Imric did not intend for this artifact left by his ancestors to show traces of being touched by the ratmen, and he would not allow even slight contact.
A ball of flame exploded violently at the center of it, burning the rat men who got too close to ashes. After flying slightly farther away, they formed a shape like a mandala flower in mid-air. After experiencing a moment of beautiful blooming, it withers and withers in an instant. Only the moment of appearance is the most beautiful.
The ratmen who were shaken up were once again surrounded. They thought that the pointy-eared thing could no longer hold up, and they were just using the equipment to barely delay some death.
Under the instructions of the gods of faith and the plague lord, a large number of elite ratmen gave up their march to the surroundings of the battlefield, intending to use the rat sea tactic to eliminate the most important pointy ears first.
Originally preparing to confront the ratmen head-on, so that these rats would always remember the name of the dragon lord, Imric was already preparing to recall the Spear of Valor from Minas Nir, but a small accident left him a little helpless.
"Okay, damn old guy, why don't you die in the absence of oxygen at a high altitude? You always come to urge me every time you get strong." A
faint light flashed from the dragon-shaped symbol on the shoulder armor, After Old Mijia increased the output of the magical wind, sixty flame knights riding heavy horses passed through a blue light and immediately appeared behind Imrik.
The magic resistance runes on the armor allow the flameborn knights to ignore the surrounding flames, and appear on the battlefield just like their monarchs with the dragon's breath flames as the background.
Mortellius, who was teleported to the battlefield, was still a little helpless looking at the surrounding environment. It was originally enjoying the fruit platter in the stable, but who knew it came here inexplicably, with the dragon-shaped horse armor attached to it.
But when he saw the master's back, he didn't care where his beloved fruit platter was. He rushed straight to Imrik's side and licked the pointed ears with his tongue out of habit.
Seeing that it was Mortellius, Imrik could only secretly say that the mount that had been accompanying him for a long time was really a little angel, which could comfort a wounded heart.
He turned over and sat on Mortellius's saddle, put the long sword back to his waist, and an orange meteor pierced the night sky slid into Imrik's hand. It was the heroic spear most suitable for melee combat.
Raising high the metal spear that had become his symbol, Imrik held the reins and gave instructions to the Flameborn knight behind him,
"Find Negrich and kill all the ratmen who stand in front of you! "
The knights, who numbered less than sixty, formed a prismatic formation and charged forward like heavily armored tanks under the leadership of Imric. The battlefield had already formed a predetermined plan.
The dragon princes charged directly towards the center, and then turned to the left wing. The dragons relied on mobility to destroy the enemy's artillery positions, and then turned to attack the rear. The Flameborn Knights would charge on the right wing, disrupting the Skaven formation. Chaos.
The central battlefield that was originally planned to be cut was a difficult place to deal with. Imric originally planned to let Mishan take the dragon halberd guard to hold on until the cavalry found the enemy's headquarters, and then Bruni led the Horn of the Sun to surprise the flank.
However, although the dinosaur lizard created by the Snake God Prophet was a bit unexpected, it perfectly attracted a lot of attention.
The Terror Lizards are still fighting in a melee, and their original simple scales are already stained with blood. The height of the surrounding corpses has already covered the heads of the rat men. Even the most fierce warriors who are not afraid of death will hesitate when facing this scene. For a moment, it was time to walk up to the giant beast with weapons in hand.
The enemy commander obviously noticed the most critical position on the battlefield. The reserve army in the rear could still hold on. However, if the central battlefield was firmly controlled by the Terror Lizard, it would be difficult for reinforcements to reach the front line.
Then Caledor's army will quickly counterattack around the dinosaur lizards, joining the cavalry step by step, forming a double-team situation.
(End of chapter)