Throne of the North.

Chapter 93 A desperate move

【Spirituality: 13090】

[Divinity: Blessing of the Deer Spirit]

The sunlight penetrates the gaps between the leaves and falls on the ground in patches. The shimmering leaves make the earth full of vitality and activity.

It seemed as if he was listening to the firm whisper.

"I will bless you in the name of the deer spirit."

"Follow me, defend my honor, and protect my life."

Ryan stretched out his finger and tapped the forehead of the soldier in front of him.

At this moment, five hundred soldiers knelt on one knee in front of him, looking at Ryan with fanatical eyes, and feeling shocked by the power surging in their bodies.

"My dear Lord, my master, I swear to be your soldier and your sword forever."

"I will be loyal to you until death."

"The harsh winter cannot freeze my faith, and the dawn bears witness to my protection."

The soldiers roared in a low voice, as if they were deer watching devoutly.

But soon, they felt a strong sense of hunger.

The blessing of the deer spirit allowed them to have the physique of ordinary apprentice knights without any training, but this blessing also made them extremely hungry. Although they suddenly gained strength, their energy and blood could hardly compare to those of Ryan's knight attendants at this time.

"I firmly believe in your loyalty, and all you need to do is fight for me. If you win this war, you will be freed from all the shackles of the past, become my servants, and witness the pinnacle of this world with me."

Ryan raised the sword in his hand and ordered these five hundred soldiers to eat all the dry food of his army.

This will still make them very hungry, but it will prevent them from being starved to the point of suffering a life worse than death.

All I can say is that no matter which world it is, the lives at the bottom of society all have the valuable experience of starving.

"The number of enemies is greater than ours, but I believe you have already felt your own strength. You are stronger than them. You have a bright future. You will - kill them!"

"And then—survive!"

An excellent general must be an excellent orator. No matter whether he is an art student or a nobleman, he must be able to give chicken soup.

"We will defeat all enemies and have everything we want!"

"Dreams will appear in reality!"

So, when Artel was commanding thousands of troops to charge into the forest, they saw a lot of ferocious and bloodthirsty faces. They looked like wild beasts that wanted to eat them, and they rushed towards them, shouting some words they could not understand.

"Kill!"

"Victory is ours, glory to the crowned lord!"

Including Liam's army, a total of 1,300 soldiers rushed towards Atel's army fearlessly. These soldiers, who were originally slaves, burst out with terrible power at this moment, killing the enemies standing in front of them. In a short time, they broke through the formation of the opposing slave soldiers.

In such a frenzy, the soldiers on the opposing side were of course defeated one after another. Even the regular troops who suddenly came into contact with them were all confused. How come it was their turn to fight on the battlefield all of a sudden?

They are nervous. To put it bluntly, they are just half-time soldiers. They train for a few days every month. Apart from looking a bit presentable and having better equipment, they are just civilians and farmers.

At this moment, looking at the frozen earth army rushing towards him madly, some soldiers actually dropped their weapons in panic and ran away.

Thousands of troops were almost on the verge of collapse at this moment. In the chaotic battlefield, the sounds of panic-stricken escapes overwhelmed the sounds of fighting.

"Anyone who escapes will be burned at the stake!" A muffled roar almost drowned out the noise of the entire battlefield. Beside Artel, the two hundred extraordinary soldiers finally went out. Led by Ash, they chopped forward with their giant axes. No matter if they were enemies or their own soldiers who fled back in panic, they were all within the axe's range.

On the other side, in the forest, Ryan rode on a warhorse, followed by his knight attendants, who only had more than 170 of them left.

"If we want to win this war, we still have to kill those barbarians and defeat the thousand or so regular soldiers."

Ryan didn't need to say much to these soldiers. They were his knights and squires, and he was naturally their noble lords and the objects of their loyalty. They were Ryan's absolute supporters.

At this moment, the 178 knights and attendants were silent, and even their horses only made a few puffs of air.

They held a shield in one hand and a sharp knight's sword in the other. As the warhorse ridden by Ryan in front of them slowly moved forward, they followed closely.

The eyes of the horses under all the people were covered with cloth strips, and they moved forward according to the reins in their hands, until finally, they galloped to the edge of the forest.

The war horses rushed out of the forest, charging forward with unparalleled momentum. In front of them there was no army of their own, only chaotic enemies.

"kill!"

With a loud roar, the heavy force of the warhorse knocked the soldier in front of him away, and then the warhorse trampled his flesh and blood into mud.

An army composed of people is definitely not a machine. When the cavalry appeared, the enemy would rather choose to fight with the 1,300 infantry than to face the cavalry without any chance. Soon, the roar brought by the cavalry made their front become wider.

Over a hundred extraordinary soldiers rushed directly to Atel's position, where two hundred barbarians were overwhelmingly slaughtering Ryan's army.

Even the barbarians would be afraid of the arrival of the cavalry, as the terrible power brought by the charging war horses was even more powerful than theirs.

Boom! ! !
The slow-moving barbarians could not avoid the charge, but they also became violent, waving their huge axes and fighting desperately with the charging cavalry.

"Glory will eventually belong to us!"

Brand roared, walked straight past Ryan, and stared at a barbarian with the strength of a silver knight in front of him.

He bent down to be level with the horse's head, the shield in his hand emitting a rich blood-red aura, and vaguely, the image of the stag spirit covered the shield.

The knight's fighting skill, Stag Shield, was added to the shield at this moment. The solid defense blocked the giant axe that was chopping down. Then the unparalleled force brought by the warhorse's charge knocked the barbarian away.

In the rear, more than a hundred cavalrymen did the same, holding up their shields to block the barbarians' axes, allowing the impact of the charging horses to cut through the barbarian army.

"kill!"

Ryan's strength was equally terrifying. The knight's sword in his hand tore off the head of a barbarian.

The cavalry army of only more than one hundred people cut through two hundred barbarians, killed nearly twenty of them, and appeared at the other end of the battlefield.

"dismount!"

Brand roared, and before his horse turned around, he jumped to the ground, then turned around quickly, facing the barbarian army that turned around with sword and shield in hand.

In less than half a minute, the original one hundred or so cavalrymen had turned into infantrymen forming square formations of ten people and standing on the ground. They marched in unison, and stared at the barbarian army in front of them with boiling blood.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...

When the two sides were only ten meters apart, all the barbarians roared like wild beasts and rushed towards Ryan's army.

At the same time, with Brand as the center, the majestic knights' blood and energy were raging, gathering the blood and energy of the army. At this moment, an illusory stag appeared on the surface of the army, with a mysterious face and a low roar.

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)