The mage arrives

woo... woo...

The thick and low sound of horns echoed over the hunting camp.

At the forefront of the team, the knights headed by Viscount Curtis put down their helmets in unison, leaving only a pair of firm eyes, watching the open space where the demons surged outside the hunting camp.

After those demons heard the news that humans were about to break through, they immediately mobilized in a hurry.The curses and reprimands composed of Abyssal language were blown into the ears of the knights along with the bitter winter wind.

They sat upright on horseback, with their chests straightened out, their steel-like arms firmly holding their lances.The tip of each lance fluttered the flag of their respective families.

Holly trees, four-leaf clover, irises, shields, long swords, flails, horseshoes, dragon heads, wings... Beautiful patterns of various shapes and shapes sway in the wind, roll up and make whirring sounds.

There is no need for impassioned pre-war mobilization, nor any rich material incentives. These Freyton knights are a military aristocratic class with a long tradition and profound heritage.Where the long sword points, they will charge without hesitation with their spears, crushing all enemies into powder.

In front of the breakout team, it is these well-equipped and well-trained knights who are responsible for the pioneer task.Behind them, there are other noble private soldiers, or warriors who are not so good at horse fighting - such as the three Lambattoni brothers.The barbarian blood in them is destined to be unable to adapt to the combat method of charging on horseback.Although riding on a horse is not as good as foot combat, but if a demon approaches, they can still use the double-bladed giant axe in their hands to give the opponent a good taste.

Although the fighters headed by the three Lambattoni brothers on the flanks do not have to charge, they need to work hard to protect the noble families in the middle.Even if only one demon is missed, it will cause great harm to those delicate ladies, immature children, and the elderly.

As for the end of the team.It is other ordinary servants and maids who have no combat effectiveness and no value.Although it is cruel and cold-blooded to say this, there is no doubt that the loss of these people is the most bearable for the nobles.

Because they are neither relatives of the nobles nor have noble status, they cannot be used for the "scarlet hunting" ceremony.When necessary, they are the group that can be discarded as gecko tails.

There is no concept of "all men are created equal" in the world of Telos.Class is a very cold word.

but.The nobles who made the whole plan have some conscience.Ms. Bishop did not adopt a certain viscount's proposal to sacrifice these civilians as bait, but chose to bring them to break through.

Ms. Bishop clasped her legs, and Viscount Curtis, the commander of the cavalry next to her, jumped out first.Then, the other knights also urged the horses.joined their ranks.

As the horses gradually accelerated, the rumble of four hooves began to join together.endlessly.Even if Gordon is hiding on the snow-capped hillside in the distance.You can also hear the music like thunder.

He was even a little worried whether the sound would trigger an avalanche in advance.

"Sharp arrows!" Ms. Bishop ordered.

Viscount Curtis next to him immediately picked up the horn on his chest and blew it.The usually polite and handsome knight raised his head and looked at the sky while trying to let the long and steady sound of the horn spread throughout the team.His gaze seemed to pierce the blue sky.Travel through time and return to the glory days of the Curtis family.

There is only a yellow horn with a deep scar on the chest. It is an ancestral item of the family, and the person who blew it last time.Viscount Curtis's great-great-grandfather.It was the year 776 of the Fourth Age, the Four Days' War on the Eastern Gravel Bank.It was with the sound of the horn that the great-great-grandfather rushed into the enemy line first, killed the invading Northengardians, and won the entire war.

Great-great-grandfather killed the Northengardians; grandfather killed the lizardmen; father fought the orcs; today, I will use the blood of the devil to dye the banner of the Curtis family red!

Infinite pride and courage surged in the viscount's heart.The other noble knights are just like him.

The battlefield is a good place for adrenaline rush.

From Gordon's position, he could see that the metallic torrent of the knights' shining armor rolled forward, and suddenly turned into a sharp arrow, piercing straight towards the defensive line that the demons had hastily assembled.

When the imperial knights attack, they generally use a parallel formation that can maximize the power of the charge.But what they need today is to penetrate the enemy's formation as soon as possible and break out of the siege, so they chose the front arrow formation that is the easiest to penetrate the enemy's formation.

The knights continued to accelerate.The yellow grass leaves on the ground trembled with their slender bodies due to the huge vibration, and the stones also trembled and danced.

"charge!"

When the distance between the two armies was reduced to 30 meters, Ms Bishop gave the final order.All the knights started suddenly, increasing their speed to the extreme, and then leveled their raised lances.

The Fereltonians have been able to see every spike on the armor of the thorn armor; they can see the viscous liquid secreted from the skin of the berserker; they can see the deformed arms of the glabra like crab claws ...

"Grazie!"

"Listen to my roar!"

"The storm is advancing!"

……

The noble knights loudly shouted the battle horns that belonged to their own families, in order to increase their reputation with their majesty.

Immediately afterwards, there was a violent impact of metal and guns, sharp objects pierced into the body, the spear broke, and wailing made of abyssal language sounded everywhere...

When Gordon witnessed the scene where Ms. Bishop swung her swords forward and cut off the two pounced Babu demons, he knew that the battle was probably over.

Sufficient preparations in the early stage caught the devil by surprise, coupled with a strong desire to survive, allowing the human side to fully display its fighting potential.

On the other hand, on the demon side, the command was chaotic, the response was insufficient, and the defensive line assembled hastily was collapsing rapidly.

But that's not enough.

The direction Gordon and Ms. Bishop chose to break out was to the east of the camp.The terrain there is relatively open, with only a small piece of sparse woods, and there is also a road leading directly to the town of Andoli, which is a good place to take advantage of the cavalry.

Most importantly, Balor is no longer there.

As the highest-ranking existence in the demon army, the Barlow flame demon naturally had to rest in the dense woods to the south of the camp during the day.Therefore, the drudgery of camping in the east under the sun can only be done by other demons.

Now, facing the surprise attack of the human cavalry, the glabra who commanded the demon troops to the east was somewhat helpless.He stood in the temporary command post in the grove, walked around restlessly, and then looked at the succubus Melanise as if asking for help.

Just now, in order to defend against the human's magic attack on the Vlo demon's scouting force, the succubi magician came here from the Barlow demon.Unexpectedly, they encountered a major event of human beings breaking through.

However, for the plight of the adjutant of the glamorous devil, Melanise did not intend to help at all.

"I'm just a succubus, not a lizard. Four hands. Don't ask me for help on military matters."

Glazes have a total of four upper limbs.Two thick claws like crabs, and the other two smaller ones are the same as humans.That's why Succubus used the nickname "Four Hands" to call each other.The succubi, which is only serving as an adjutant, is not the powerful Balor, so the succubus does not have the slightest fear of it.

Being called nicknames by the succubus, the glamor had no time to get angry.It used its brain, which is not good at commanding group military operations, to think about it, and made a decision that was a bit stupid, but also very effective: to send out all the troops at hand, at all costs, to stop humans, and then wait for Lord Grondal's decision reinforcements.

"Follow me, all demons, follow me!" The glabra waved its thick pincer arms and walked towards the battlefield.

"I should go too." The succubus seemed to have foreseen the failure of the glabra, she recited the spell, and her graceful and hot body quickly turned into a transparent mass and disappeared completely.

"These endless abyss bastards!"

Viscount Curtis couldn't help cursing as he watched the demons rushing towards him wave after wave.The lance was folded into the body of a Berserker after the first charge.Now, like most other knights, he drew out his sword and slashed wildly.

Although the breakthrough was smooth at the beginning, as the demons invested in troops regardless of losses, the battle began to slowly enter a stalemate.

"There are too many enemies, it will be difficult for us to move forward!" Viscount Curtis shouted to Ms. Bishop beside him.Although they still maintain a complete formation and have not been dispersed by the large number of demons, the forward knight troops have fallen into the quagmire, and their forward speed has gradually slowed down.

brush!

With a scream, Ms. Bishop swung her sword and killed a quassai that was trying to sneak up.She turned her head back just in time to see Master Lannister blowing up a spiky goblin with his magic missile.

"Dorn, get the crossbowmen ready!"

Don nodded, showing an expression of "finally it's my turn to appear".

He raised his hand and pointed forward: "The crossbowman listens to my orders, ahead, 30 meters away from the left and right sides, five rounds of extended shooting!"

Behind Dawn, ten carefully selected crossbowmen were ordered to immediately take out the unused "Daylight Arrow" from the quiver, wind it up with skillful movements, aim at the front, and buckle it. The trigger was pulled.

Ten crossbow bolts roared and flew out, and then plunged into the soft mud.

A Babu demon watched helplessly as the crossbow arrow flew past his head and sank into the ground, only the arrow feathers trembling helplessly.

"Hey!" The Babu demon, who thought that the human was shooting sideways, opened his ugly mouth, laughed, and then spat a mouthful of saliva full of sulfur smell towards the arrow.

Then, before the smug smile faded from his face, he saw a brilliant white light that he had never seen in his life... (to be continued...)