Throne of the North.

Chapter 86 Silver Knight Enzo Dragun

"Soldiers, we will eventually bring back the glory of victory!"

Roaring, Enzo brandished his knight's sword, and the horse under him gradually changed from trotting to running, and was already galloping at a mad gallop when it was thirty meters away.

"Kill!!!"

In the valley, the armies of both sides charged forward fearlessly. They had no choice. The nobles' guards behind them watched every soldier who tried to retreat. Only by moving forward could they have a chance of survival.

However, as the ground began to tremble and rocks flew into the air, many experienced soldiers turned pale and hacked frantically to the side, trying to press their bodies against the stone walls on both sides of the Gold Valley.

Most of the wars in this world are like this. Thousands of soldiers are fighting in the valley, and even the military commanders of both sides cannot see which side has the advantage in this war.

Of course, they did have a solution, which was to observe the cavalry.

When the sounds of hacking and roaring in the valley had made most of the soldiers forget everything and only care about killing, the cavalry from both sides had already arrived.

The horses they were riding were charging. They might not be able to tell whether the people standing in front of them were their own troops or the enemy, so they waved their weapons and regarded everyone within their attack range as enemies.

"what!"

As the war horses trampled on the bloody battlefield, screams were heard everywhere. The cavalry easily broke through the chaotic battlefield. The moment the cavalry of both sides met, the war escalated to its climax.

"kill!"

The knight's sword in Enzo's hand was not ordinary. It was engraved with magic patterns, making the original iron sword sharper and heavier. The power carried by the charging warhorse allowed him to cut through the armor of the opposing cavalry in an instant.

The huge head rolled to the ground, and the tin-can-like helmet rolled a few times before it could stop and was trampled into meat paste by countless iron hooves.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! !
Compared to Enzo's keen insight and powerful strength, the collision of cavalry in this narrow terrain was more of a zero-distance contact between flesh and blood.

The metal armors collided with each other, and the war horses that failed to dodge had their heads broken into pieces at this moment. They fell to the ground, which meant death, pierced by weapons and trampled by chaotic iron hooves.

Perhaps not too many knights were killed by the weapons in the hands of the enemy, but in this war, there must have been many knights who lost the possibility of standing up because of a stumble and fall.

"Glory to Dragun!"

Enzo, who looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, roared, grabbed a head in his hand, and threw it towards where Viscount Miles was.

Looking at Enzo who was killing everyone, all the nobles on Viscount Miles' side looked unhappy.

"The son of Viscount Dragun is actually a Silver Knight. How could he give birth to such a talented child?"

This sentence made Viscount Miles, who had been silent in front, clench his palms tightly. His blue palms stared at Enzo, who was like the protagonist in the center of the battlefield. He almost couldn't help but throw the magic crystal in his hand at him.

No one was wrong, he was indeed old and had long lost his former ambition. When people get old, they will inevitably compare their children. But now it seems that Dragun's children are indeed more powerful than the offspring of his Miles family.

But he didn't dare to attack Enzo at this moment. Once Enzo was killed by him, the matter would be too serious.

"Perhaps, Rag is right."

Viscount Miles looked at Enzo in the distance, and he seemed to have aged even more at that moment.

"Sir, what should we do? Our soldiers seem to be no match for them." The nobles could not see the outcome from the chaotic infantry, but they could see who was winning the war from the knights and cavalry.

Obviously, Enzo Dragun, who had killed five bronze knights in a row on the battlefield and even needed three silver knights to stop the opponent, had already made them realize which side the balance of this war was tilting towards.

"Kendra, where's your knight squire?"

Miles turned his head and stared at Baron Kendra, the most powerful Baron on his side besides himself.

"Mr. County Magistrate, everything is ready."

Baron Kendra spoke somewhat helplessly, and then under the pressure of Viscount Miles' gaze, he could only call upon the fifty cavalrymen hiding in the forest in the distance.

This is the most powerful force in his territory. Although he only has a cavalry army of fifty people, this army makes him not afraid of even the Flying Wolf Cavalry of Count Winter when they are of the same number.

If we spend the time here, even if we get the magic crystal ore, we may not be able to restore these guards.

"Forty official knights, nine bronze knights, and one silver knight form the personal guard. Kendra, you hid really well."

The other nobles around looked at the fifty knight guards with great envy.

"Ernst, go and bring Baron Enzo to me."

Kendra waved her hand confidently, and the next moment fifty knight guards rushed out and headed directly towards the location where Baron Enzo was.

On the other side, news also came from Viscount Dragun's men.

"My Lord, fifty more cavalrymen have appeared in Viscount Miles' army."

Upon hearing the news, Viscount Dragun looked to the side, and the next moment, the last few dozen cavalrymen surrounding Viscount Dragun also rushed towards the battlefield.

"Quinlan, take another 500 soldiers to attack!"

Viscount Dragun's heavy voice caused the army around him to be reduced by more than half again. This time, he gathered nearly 5,000 soldiers to the Ice Peak Forest, claiming to have an army of 50,000. At this moment, there were only less than 1,500 infantrymen left by his side.

Unlike the previous armies composed of slaves, these soldiers are real soldiers, not cannon fodder. Otherwise, Viscount Dragun would be very sad if he was killed by his own cavalry.

The same is true for Viscount Miles on the opposite side. The army composed of slaves is just cannon fodder and consumables.

When one side's infantry army begins to replenish, its side will naturally have to respond accordingly. This is also the mode of outbreak of war between most nobles.

You send out some people, I send out some people; you send out the elite, I send out the elite, and we throw all into the battlefield. Whoever can completely defeat the enemy will be the winner.

Of course, the ancient duel method has also made some progress. When Baron Enzo Dragun was kicked off his horse by several silver knights, a large number of soldiers on Viscount Dragun's side surrounded him and forced him to retreat.

This retreat meant the end of today's battle. Viscount Miles's side symbolically chased for a distance and then chose to retreat.

At dusk, the valley was quiet. The soldiers of both sides had retreated, leaving behind only corpses. The number was no less than five hundred, perhaps... a thousand.

(End of this chapter)