Faced with these shamans blocking their way, the cavalry kept accelerating, and the lances in their hands began to shake slightly, gradually aiming at the enemy that was getting closer and closer.
Darcy took the spear thrown by the adjutant, held it tightly again, took the lead, and stabbed the female general of the Sheep Horn Tribe who was blocking the way ahead.
clang--
The blood-stained scripture gun was held in front of her, and she tried her best to resist the instantaneous piercing.
The blood-colored spear deviated slightly from its direction, crossed the gun barrel covered with scriptures, and pierced into the opponent's shoulder bone. The bones in the flesh and blood were shattered by the spear.
In a split second, Darcy also recognized the female general of the Sheep Horn Tribe.
"Niya?"
He had an impression of this timid but diligent junior. She was one of the few orc students in Qiaodun Academy, and she was particularly fond of literature and disliked fighting. This was very different from his previous impression of other orcs.
The two did not have much interaction at school. When Niya was in the second grade, Darcy was the head student, the focus and star among the students, while Niya was just an ordinary student at Qiaodun Academy, and her grades were in the middle and lower levels.
The only time they spoke on campus was when he led the students in a training camp and Darcy was coaching the new students. It was also that time that he learned the girl's name, but he didn't pay much attention to it afterwards.
Maybe the other party is indeed progressing very quickly, but for Darcy, it is not within the scope of his competition and consideration.
He didn't expect that he would run into this schoolmate here many years later.
But what did it matter? Along the way, he'd run into Emenas graduates more than once, some of them his seniors, some his juniors. He'd kill any enemy he saw. There wasn't such warmth and affection among classmates in the world; it was merely the figment of the imagination and embellishment of literati and poets.
Once on the battlefield, victory is everything. Or perhaps, precisely because you were classmates, you have to be even more cautious, because the enemy may be familiar with your style and methods and may be targeting you accordingly.
I'm afraid this junior schoolmate was behind the failure today. She's worthy of being a Qiaodun College graduate, isn't she? She takes her military duties as her vocation.
He pulled back the spear and swung it back just as Darcy's figure passed by Niya. The cold tip drew a flashing silver arc behind him and cut towards Niya's fragile neck.
clang--
The spearhead was once again blocked by the horizontal curse spear, sending out several scorching sparks and leaving a nick on the spear's shaft. Nia, knowing the senior's ruthlessness, remained on high alert, thus saving her own life.
The opportunity was fleeting. After passing Niya, Darcy led the black and red cavalry behind him and rushed to one side of the field, leaving behind only the shaman team with casualties.
Niya rolled on the grass and barely stood up with the help of the cursed spear, and was then helped up and treated by the reinforcements who arrived.
With only half of the remaining Blood Spear Knights, Darcy galloped across the plains at high speed. He looked back at the group of tall orcs in heavy armor and thought to himself.
"You won't be so lucky next time, Niya." After knowing that he was being targeted, the general has begun to think about how to deal with it. It will probably become increasingly difficult for him to encounter such a losing situation next time.
Not only did he know this, but Nia was also aware of it. So, after he led his troops forward for a while, a neatly arranged military formation appeared on the horizon.
Looking at the knight ranger wearing a dark green cloak and the hasty ravine battle line, Darcy instantly understood that this legion had passed through many lines and came here specifically to ambush him.
"The Knights of the Dawn, huh." Darcy muttered softly, then lowered his body, urged the warhorse under him again, and began to speed up.
The black and red cavalry on the ground suddenly turned and rushed towards the other side of the open space. After knowing that it was a trap and an obstacle, Darcy was not the kind of person who was inflexible and quickly adjusted his direction.
But when he crossed the hill, a group of knights-errant on lightly armed hunting horses appeared in front of him. They held short bows in their hands, drew their bows and arrows on their horses, and arrows like cold stars shot towards them, piercing the bodies of these red and black knights.
However, compared to the remaining 1,600 Blood Lance Knights, these Ranger Knights numbered only more than 200. After two rounds of shooting, they rode their horses and dispersed, relying on their light equipment, better physical strength and speed to shake off the enemies behind them.
Just a swarm of flies, Dulcie thought, but a shadow fell over his heart.
If the other party has considered his itinerary so carefully, there may be another ambush ahead.
After thinking it over for a while, he changed his usual behavior and stopped for a while with his men.
"Rest where you are."
There was a chance of encountering traps anywhere, so it was better to recover his strength and heal the wounded first. As for the harassing knights-errant, they retreated temporarily under the damage caused by his thrown spears.
In this open field, the cavalry team stopped and began to treat each other. They took out the bandages and potions stored in their armor and took them for themselves and their comrades. Then they leaned against each other, ate a simple meal, sat on the ground to rest, and quickly recovered their strength.
So, 20 minutes later, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground.
At this point, the cavalry mounted their horses and formed up again, facing the direction they had come from. The orc cavalry, wearing crimson cloaks, caught up with them.
"However, in such a tired state, how much fighting power can one still possess?"
Faced with these panting and sweating orc cavalry, the black and red cavalry led by Darcy had recovered most of their strength. They bravely charged down the hillside again, and the black steel armor attacked these tall and heavy orcs like a torrent.
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