Chapter 1275 Wild and Ruthless

It is said that the Phoenix Guards are blessed by Asuryan and will never hesitate on the battlefield. They have witnessed their own destiny and know when they will be called by the Lord.

When the boar chariot was about to hit the thin line of the Phoenix Guards, the captain of the Empire saw a scene that he would never forget.

The warrior holding the halberd calmly pointed the sharp blade at the terrifying beast, and his silent and calm posture was like a statue.

The captain had seen an indestructible line before. When the Ironbreakers lined up together, even the bravest knights would hesitate whether they could make the stubborn dwarves retreat half a step.

But even the Ironbreakers would use scolding and complaints as a way to motivate morale when they met the enemy. The captain had never seen anyone who greeted the charge calmly like dead water.

Finally, the Phoenix Guards moved. The leader flexibly stabbed the halberd into the body of the wild boar, dragging the sharp blade to cut a wound that seemed to be cut in half.

But the impact force will not disappear. When the wild boar was picked up and flew away, the dragging chariot had no obstacles. The crude sword of the big orc had already chopped towards the head of the Phoenix Guard.

"waaaagh!"

The Silent Sentinel could not avoid this attack, because the chariot charge was a bit large, and the greenskins following closely behind were charging fiercely. Retreating meant the spread of the front line.

When the crude sword was about to hit the head of the Phoenix Guard, a circle of unobservable white light blocked the attack like a barrier, and then several long spears stabbed the big guy without a vehicle at the same time.

Their martial arts were impeccable. They were well-equipped with the blessings of the gods and had the strongest fighting will, symbolizing the cold and noble will of the Phoenix King.

The thin formation became an insurmountable natural chasm at this moment, performing a vivid scene for the imperial provincial soldiers.

If the chosen of the gods gathered into an army, what a terrible force would be formed.

The captain of the Empire swallowed hard. He saw with his own eyes that the Phoenix Guard's halberds shone with light when they were swung. When they were facing the ground, their calm eyes had no killing intent, only calm judgment.

"Damn it, if they had come out earlier, would it be worth it for us to fight the greenskins?!"

The captain cursed inwardly and immediately asked the halberd soldiers to shift their positions and concentrate on dealing with the wolf cavalry running in the outer circle.

The wolf cavalry was annoying. These tamed beasts had flexible mobility. Although the threat of bows and arrows was far more effective than sharp teeth and fangs when facing well-trained legions, the chaotic steps and howling were undoubtedly a weapon to disrupt the morale of the army.

Slowly dawdle...

The captain judged in his heart that as long as he could hold on until dawn, when the vision gradually became wider and clearer, the crossbowmen would be able to take advantage and defeat the unprotected wolf cavalry.

But the elves don't like to dawdle, especially when the commander is a Druzy, a thorough offensiveist, and will never tolerate the weak to exist on the battlefield for too long.

After killing a goblin leader, Kulan took out a white whistle that looked like jade. The instrument, carved from phoenix bones and baptized by holy fire, had a clear and loud sound, and everyone who heard it felt the arrival of Asuryan's will.

The crisp call was played three times in a row, and the wild cavalry, who had been preparing for a long time, appeared behind the wolf cavalry at some point.

The giant herder of the captain of the forest was the incarnation of the spirit of the forest. It was tall and majestic. When it walked into the forest, it automatically avoided the branches and vines it encountered along the way, making way for the defender of nature.

Compared with Asuryan's silent will, Asrai had his own way of fighting. The captain, wearing an ancient oak mask, raised the honor horn of the Wild Hunt ceremony that had become a memory.

When the low and fierce sound reached every corner of the valley, the doom of the greenskins came.

"In the name of Kunos! War! Hunting! Death!"

The speed of the wild cavalry is faster than any cavalry the imperial captain has ever seen. The rocky road surface seems like flat ground to the hunters of Kunos. The scattered formation during the charge is not regular, but it looks majestic.

The goblin wolf cavalry, who reacted, pulled the disobedient mounts and shot weak arrows with crude bowstrings.

The sacred symbol on the surface of the oak shield confirmed the dual protection of Kunos and the forest. In front of the warriors blessed by the hunting god, the arrows have lost their original effect and slid around the wild cavalry and slid down along the air flow.

The sound of hooves is like thunder, and the spears drink blood. When the goblins stared at the spears that suddenly pierced their throats in disbelief, they only saw pairs of bloodthirsty eyes.

The anger of the forest was released, the antlers pierced the wolf's body, and the green leaf spears drank the blood of the orcs...

When the wild cavalry passed by, the captain of the empire was still in a daze. Didn't the elves say that the Phoenix King Guard was sent... When did the Phoenix King Guard have a group of lunatics who were faster than bullets?

They were called lunatics because after the wild cavalry dealt with most of the wolf cavalry, they immediately rushed to the chaotic canyon basin, where the battlefield between the Black Guard and the White Lion Guard was.

In order to release the bloodlust that had been suppressed for a long time, Kulan deliberately arranged the Black Guard in the most dangerous position. Each Duruqi had to face at least ten times more enemies than himself at the same time.

Compared with the seemingly parallel Phoenix Guard, the Black Guard did not have mysterious and strange power gifts. All they could rely on was their martial arts that had been tempered for thousands of times, and the long halberds in their hands. They persisted in battle after battle to the end and proved that they were worth living.

The Black Guard of the Witch King era is an extremely dark organization. They erase emotions, kill their own mothers, and have no fear of death.

The thirteen tower masters fight each other, using conspiracy, assassination, and coercion to get the position closest to the Witch King's throne.

After more than a hundred years of improvement, some systems have long disappeared... But this does not mean that the ability has declined. It should be noted that every Duruqi guard who can enter the royal court will undergo strict examination.

The most important part is to show loyalty to the Phoenix King.

And the Phoenix King will not be stingy with those who show loyalty.

The black halberd violently ripped the throat of the orc. The divine weapon forged deep in the anvil of Vaal easily tore the greenskin's body in half without any hindrance.

And the sweep of the offensive is far more violent than the Phoenix Guard. After tearing the waist and abdomen of three orcs with one swing, only pairs of murderous eyes can be seen.

Kulan was very satisfied with this. He laughed and held the scarlet death with both hands, blocking the sudden attack of the black-skinned orc's terrible axe by a millimeter.

The elf raised his head and looked at the orc who was half a body taller than him, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Beast, give me a little surprise, otherwise I will not be able to help killing you."

"Waaagh!"

The only option for the black orc was to roar in anger. He waved his arms wildly, and his battle axe turned into a black shadow, but he could not make any progress. He was accurately blocked by Kuran one by one.

After such a fierce attack, Kuran's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the wild cavalry fighting with the orcs and the White Lion Guards who had already dealt with the trolls, and thought it was time to end this appetizer.

The horn sounded again, but it was replaced by a low roar.

Five dragons, with the honor that belonged to Caledor alone, descended to this canyon and burned all enemies who did not obey His Majesty with flames. (End of this chapter)