Ride and Cut

Now stationed in the small town of Chakesh together with Griffin Ambition, there are a total of fifty blood knights, and they are also the biggest reliance that Capel relies on to fight against the ground dragon cavalry.

As Stuart's top unit, the blood knight's combat effectiveness is beyond imagination.

Capet smiled slightly, "Not yet, I think our Griffin Ambition is not a problem against these infantry, after all..."

The calm and calm statement came to an abrupt end. The experienced legion commander stood up abruptly, and let out a drake-like scream from his throat: "God of Holy Light! What is that!"

Capet saw a group of heavy armored warriors with three blades, who were showing their figures from the area originally covered by the ground dragon, and appeared in the vision of Griffin Ambition for the first time.

They were dressed in extremely fine and heavy full-body Mithril plate armor, and even their faces were tightly wrapped, making them look like metal golems. This is of course a nonsensical conjecture. The metal golem is a highly difficult alchemy creation. Even if the three major powers are tied together, they will never be able to produce this amount.

But what is certain is that these heavily armored warriors are too big to be exaggerated.

After joining the first-line assault formation, the height of other Pompeii infantry was only barely up to their chests! It's like a group of little kids with a few adults mixed in! You must know that the Pompeian barbarians are higher than the Stuarts,

"It turned out to be an orc!" Capet saw the tail hanging down behind the buttocks when a warrior turned around.

"It seems that we are going to dispatch." The bald man called Cervantes, licked his lips, and showed a ferocious and cruel smile. Blood Knights crave the kill as much as a human craves good food.

"Wait a little longer." Cape's face was pale, but after all he was unwilling to reveal his cards easily.

"Our knights can deal with any enemy!" After the little nephew Fontaine delivered the order, the voice that was changing his voice came one step ahead of himself. He doesn't like these blood knights very much, because they come from lowly backgrounds, they have the name of knights but no chivalry.

"We'll wait and see." Cervantes shrugged and reached out to caress a handful of datura flowers on the back of his head.

Pompeii's attack came quickly, and as the infantry rushed in along the gap in the wall, the frontal battle began. As the defender, Griffin Ambition naturally has an advantage, and the archers occupy a more favorable position. Waves of arrows rain down on the enemy, harvesting lives.

But the Pompeii people have the help of the damn ice and snow priests, and the ice knives and snow cones come whistling from time to time.

The damage that can be caused by extremely low temperatures is sometimes no less than that of the fire spells that are most suitable for the battlefield. No blood would flow out of the wound, because the flesh and blood had already frozen in an instant.

Gryphonic ambition has no elemental users to fight against, and can only suffer casualties in silence, just as Pompeian soldiers endure the rain of arrows.

But this stalemate didn't last long, and it quickly began to tilt after the half-orc warrior joined the fight.

Size and strength are the prerequisites for carrying equipment, and the Khajiit's three-blade height and solid muscles determine it. They can afford extremely heavy armor for humans, and their defense power also increases with thickness.

Capet saw with his own eyes a great knight with proficient martial arts skills and strong fighting spirit roaring a beautiful heavy slash with a two-handed sword in his hand.

And when the half-orc's nearly double-edged epee swung with momentum, the terrifying howl of the wind could even temporarily overwhelm the sound of fighting. Any soldier who tried to block would only face the end of being smashed into two pieces together with his weapon.

At this time, if there is a bed crossbow, things will become very simple, but it is a pity that Stuart's legion is often not equipped with heavy ordnance before returning to construction. The original two pendulum crossbows of the town guards have already become spare parts.

Some officers were smarter and took out large rope nets used to deal with monsters. The design of this kind of special equipment is very unique. Once it is entangled, even monsters will be slaughtered. Of course, it is no problem to use it to deal with half-orcs.

Several Tigermen fell one after another and were swarmed up by the swordsmen and stabbed to death through the gaps in the armor, but the casualties that Griffin Ambition paid for this were so tragic that it was suffocating.

Half-orcs are also intelligent beings, and they will not be fooled by people like Warcraft. What's more, there are many Pompeii soldiers around them, and they will not stand by.

Capet immediately realized that it was wishful thinking to try to win by the numbers of ordinary soldiers. Or at least the current Griffin Ambition does not have enough numerical advantage.

Even Pompeii's Ice and Snow Priest's magical spells came to an end, as if he already felt that the chances of winning were in his hands and there was no need to waste his divine power.

"Master Cervantes." Capet turned to look at the blood knight beside him.

"It seems that there is always time for us." Before Cervantes left, Fang Dan showed a mocking smile.

The bright red blood flowed from his fingers, but it didn't drip. Instead, it seemed to have life, and gradually gathered into an extremely slender stabbing sword, which was firmly held by Cervantes in his hand.

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"As expected of the top brute among Orcs." Li Cha held his binoculars in amazement.

Most of his sight was blocked by walls and crowds, and he could only see those tall and striking Khajiit. Watching them cut people has a kind of hearty and joyful feeling, and it is very exciting to be honest.

Qiqiu lay obediently on top of the lord's head, motionless, this little thing was afraid of nothing but the cold, and might have to hibernate after a while.

"Is it my turn? Hurry up." Bedrick waited for a long time, seeing that Li Cha was not ready to let go, he urged impatiently.

"Don't worry, don't worry." The lord coped with it, but the hands holding the lens barrel were as steady as iron tongs, no matter how much Bedric urged, he would not relax, "Wait, I'll give it to you right away, no..."

No matter how strong the tiger man is, he can't be invincible against the regular army, otherwise the ones who dominate the mainland will not be humans but half-orcs. Occasionally, Khajiit were killed in brutal hand-to-hand combat, but it was only by Stuart soldiers who fought hard with casualties. As the tiger man and his surrounding comrades cooperated more and more tacitly, the rate of casualties was gradually slowing down.

However, the current situation seems to have undergone a new change. In just a few dozen breaths, six or seven tiger guards were killed in a row. The aggressive momentum of the attack stopped immediately, and after a brief stalemate, they began to retreat.

The troops that had rushed into the town of Chakesh left behind a pile of corpses and were driven out!

"I've seen the undead." Li Cha slapped the lens barrel into Bedrick's hand, and reached out to pull two handfuls of hair. Qiqiu, who was originally quiet, climbed down from his arms, squatted on his shoulders and raised his ears, his two small eyes were rolling around.

"What's wrong with Buster, how the hell can we still lose?" The lord's voice shook so much that the snow was trembling, "Abu, take someone to meet him."