savior epic

Chapter 129 Chase

More than 30 war horses, carrying armored cavalry, galloped out of the city.

The wind and sand were blowing up all the way, and the man looked up and saw the huge milky white tower, tall and magnificent, heading towards the sky covered with mantle.

The cavalry were all dressed in light leather burqas and special helmets, their spears were tucked under their armpits, and their hands held the reins tightly, which was a weight that the horses could well bear.

They crossed the mountain pass and flew past the high slope. The man asked them to show a speed close to the charge. The standard bearer raised the flag of the city-state of Alanbiin high, and the fluttering flag followed closely behind the man, guiding direction.

This legendary giant tower that can lead to the world was built on a hill.

As the distance gets closer and closer, dense black spots and brown lines can be seen on the white tower, hidden in the thin clouds.

The man knows that the black dots are the high-class slaves who built the tower, and the brown lines are the scaffolding on the giant tower.

Bring it down, bring down that tower that oppresses all!

As the man got closer to it, this idea became more and more intense in his heart. His hands holding the horse trembled, and he couldn't help it.

They rode swiftly, braving the cloudy and sinking sky, and pursued forward.

"Consul, I just saw the horseshoe prints!" shouted the rider holding the city-state flag behind him.

"Where are you going?" The man didn't stop his horse.

"Over there, almost directly!" replied the Rider.

The man pulled the reins, adjusted his direction slightly, and was heading towards the huge milky white tower.

They faced the north side of the giant tower, along the road paved with five layers of various kinds of gravel, with muddy ground and bushes interlaced by paths on both sides.

The giant tower seen from a distance was magnificent enough, but when they kept approaching, the unimaginably huge tower shocked everyone.

The man raised his head and saw the generous shadow head-on.

On both sides were mountain passes and slightly higher gentle slopes, and they walked the road that climbed up the hill.

Suddenly, the man had a premonition that there seemed to be death lurking in the shadow of the giant tower!
"Charge! Charge! Charge through here!"

However, the hunch came too late.

On both sides of the mountain pass, on the steep slope, like frightened birds, wooden bows protruded out. Those high-class slaves, with bare arms and no armor, shot arrows in rows, breaking through the wind. .

There was a clanging sound on the armor, and the horse under the man screamed in pain. Several arrows hit its thigh, and it lowered its head and rushed forward with all its strength.

The rest of the cavalry rushed out of the dense arrows in the same way. They bent down reflexively to avoid the arrows. A small part of the arrows pierced their leather armor and the flesh and blood of the horses, causing the people and horses to scream in mourning.

"Go up, they have no armor!"

The man buckled his visor, pulled the reins, drew out his long sword, and led the crowd to charge up the gentle slope.

These were high-class slaves temporarily recruited from the laborers in the Arrow Tower. Before they had time to put on their armor, the slaves at the front were intimidated by the menacing horses. Immediately afterwards, the men on the horses slashed down with their long swords.

With a splash, blood spurted from the slave's neck.

Seeing the consul charge forward bravely, the rest of the cavalry held the spear with their left hand and pulled out their scimitars with their right. They rushed up the gentle slopes on both sides, cutting the flesh and blood of the slave soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables.

In just three quarters of an hour, those high-class slaves holding bows died or fled.

But the battle isn't over yet.

The man suddenly heard the continuous sound of horseshoes trampling on the plain outside the mountain pass.

"Array, array!"

After roughly judging how many people there were, the man shouted.

After saying this, the man kicked his mount with his spurs, and the horse suffered pain and hurried down the gentle slope.

The remaining 32 cavalry followed suit.

The war horses wounded by arrows let out a cry, and they followed the man at a trot as they descended the gentle slope under the control of the rider.

As soon as he ran out of the mountain pass just now, the man saw dozens of high-class slaves on pack horses or on foot, holding various weapons, coming from the left and right sides. The rules are just trying to rush towards them, just to delay their footsteps.

In the gap between figures, the man saw two figures in black robes in the distance, fleeing behind the upper-class slaves.

"Damn it, we can't let them escape." The man immediately raised his long sword and ordered, "Form up, line up, we are ready to charge!"

Then, the man turned around and selected six cavalrymen, and said, "You guys, don't get into a fight, follow me."

The cavalry took the order, and the leading captain didn't say much, but said that they would catch up as soon as possible.

Then with an order, the cavalry raised their spears one after another, formed a wedge formation, and under the roar of battle, charged towards the top slaves on pack horses.

Horseshoes trampled the plains, and the horses lowered their armored heads and charged after trotting. More than 30 riding spears were raised, and the tips of the spears glowed with cold reflections.

How can the pack horses under the upper-class slaves compare with war horses? When the war horses neighed like beasts, those pack horses who had not experienced war but only carried stones day after day were frightened and aroused their primitive instincts. The hooves trembled, and several pack horses fled behind the reins against the reins, regardless of the master's manipulation, at a very fast speed.

Before the charge of the horses, the remaining pack horses tightened their hooves, lowered their heads in fear, and changed from the initial charge to a trot.

The figures of the cavalry were getting closer and closer, until finally, they accelerated suddenly and rushed to the faces of the superior slaves.

Then, the horse tails of the pack horses crossed the horse heads of the cavalrymen. The cavalrymen shouted loudly, and the riding spears poured with all their strength suddenly broke, and behind them was the pierced enemy.

People and horses coaxed.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

The pot exploded on the plain, and the timid ones fled one after another, throwing down their weapons and running wildly like scattered sheep.

The man seized the opportunity at this time, and the six cavalrymen he had just selected took advantage of this opportunity to pass over the group of high-class slaves, left the battlefield, kicked up his spurs, and headed straight for the direction where Merlon and the prince were escaping.

In an instant, they jumped out of the mountain pass, and several people lined up on the galloping horses. Their horses were injured by arrows, which also stimulated the full potential of these beasts.

Finally, when they crossed a hill, the man finally saw two figures in black robes again.

They were followed by eight cavalrymen, and fled to the distance rapidly without stopping.

Myron, the leader, turned his head with a premonition, just in time to meet the man's gaze.

In the crack of the visor, the man's eyes were filled with anger.

"Following you, Myron!"

As soon as he gave an order, the six people around him kicked up their spurs, pointed straight at Meron and the prince and his party, raised their prepared spears, roared, and charged away.

(End of this chapter)