Both sides were galloping at their best speed across the vast plain. The moment the horses' hooves stepped down, a cloud of pulverized snow was splashed.

However, compared to the Northern Knights who had traveled a long distance, the Rose Knights who had just set out obviously had better physical strength, and the distance between the two sides was gradually closing.

From the initial ten kilometers, to the later 7 kilometers, 5 kilometers, 3 kilometers, and finally they could vaguely see each other in sight.

At this moment, a figure emerged from the chasing team first. He was extremely swift, his body was as strong as steel, and the aura he exuded was chilling to the bone.

"Dulce." Looking at the scattered magic fragments, a northern knight uttered the name in a low voice.

Even in the North, the name of Darcy, the leader of the Three Victorious Generals, is still a household name. This is thanks to the fact that during his reign, Amank used him as an example to inspire the children of civilians to join the army.

The Black Nightmare Warhorse of Demon Sequence 6 carried Darcy and galloped across the land at high speed. For this monster that was good at running, such a speed could be maintained for several days without stopping.

Sensing the impending arrival of the cold front, several Northern Knights had to turn around and block it.

They first broke away from the team, then moved in an arc on both sides, then turned around and started charging.

With the ancient and outdated lances held up in their hands and the iron-gray pennants fluttering, the four men began to approach Darcy at high speed.

Through the gaps in their masks, the knights watched as the man opposite them rapidly enlarged in their field of vision, and the tip of their lance began to wrap around spirals of strength and frost.

As the four of them rode their warhorses across the snow, the spiral wakes of their lances sent up large clouds of flying snowflakes on the ground, and for a moment it was as violent as a tsunami.

Then, four Sequence 6 Northern Knights crashed into Darcy like a heavy train.

A sharp friction sound came from the tip of the gun, and flashing sparks scattered colorfully in the flying snow.

Darcy held the spear in his hand, which was as hard as steel, and stabbed directly at the tip of the advancing lance, tearing the metal spear body. Then he shook the spear tip, causing it to fall to one side. Then he rotated the spear and used the butt of the spear to knock away another lance that was attacking him, causing it to deflect. Then the rotating spear blade cut through the air and killed a Northern Knight directly. With the last thrust, he pierced the Northern Knight who was running towards him.

The Knights of the North were good at fighting, but he was even better at it, whether in the academy or joining the military after graduation and participating in expeditions. He had experienced countless battles, where military formations clashed and life and death often depended on a moment, and this body had long since adapted to it.

Regardless of the remaining two people after the encounter, Darcy accelerated again and charged towards the remaining soldiers in the distance.

After knowing that they could not defeat this famous general, the remaining Northern Knights began to break away in groups of two, then turned back to block the enemy in order to delay more time, leaving traces of blood on the ground.

In the end, there were only two people left in this line of Northern Knights, and they were the two holding Hels and Lily.

They ran across the snow, and the sky gradually darkened.

The wind swept across the earth, bringing up gusts of snow and fog, blurring people's vision and making it impossible to see the direction ahead.

As the two of them got closer, they discovered that the flat field had come to an end. In front of them was an upward slope with scattered coniferous forests growing on the hills.

Their hearts instantly sank to the bottom of the lake, feeling cold, but there was no way to turn back at this moment. The two men could only swing the reins with all their might to drive the horses under them towards the hillside.

The black warhorse, driven by Darcy, neighed with its head raised, then leaped up with all its might, cutting through the air in a huge arc that was unimaginable to ordinary people, and rushed towards the two knights who were struggling to move upwards.

Even before turning around, the two had already sensed the crisis.

They rolled off their horses and dodged while holding the key figures in their arms.

The spear drew a brilliant red arc in the air, and the heavy horse hooves fell to the ground like cannonballs, splashing countless mud and snowflakes. When the two knights looked up, Darcy was already riding his horse across the middle of their road up the mountain.

The two war horses had now been broken into several pieces and fell on the snowy hillside, dyeing the dry grass on some of the fields red, creating a desolate scene.

Looking at the tall figure in front of them, as if cast from steel, the two Northern Knights panted, put down the two people, drew the long swords at their waists, and faced each other from a distance.

In an instant, Darcy rode his horse into a gallop, and the spear swung down like a phantom, brilliant and sharp.

A knight rushed forward, raised his sword and slashed vertically in an attempt to exchange injury, but in an instant he was cut in half, sword and man.

At this time, the last remaining Northern Knight also gradually lowered his breathing. His blue eyes stared at the man who was approaching step by step, and then he poured magic power into the sword in his hand.

Death is not scary. As people of the North who worship the order of the dead, they have known since childhood that everyone will and is destined to die, but the question is whether they can fulfill their promises and achieve their wishes before death.

What a pity! If only my death could change the outcome a little bit.

He sighed silently in his heart, then swung his sword down heavily, colliding with the falling gun blade.

The sword blade broke, the magic power dissipated, and the broken fragments splashed like a mask, leaving a shallow wound on the cheek, and a thread of slippery warm blood flowed down the neck.

Yet there was no death.

He looked at himself with a feeling of surprise, which made him a little unbelievable. He never thought that the other party was a kind-hearted person who would spare his life at this time.

That is, there is a reason why the other party has to stop for the time being.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air pierced through the air and shot into the figure on the hillside. The arrow tips had barbs and the arrow bodies had patterns and grooves, giving them the effect of both enchantment and bloodletting.

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