Chapter 213 Zong Qi's Eyes (Twenty-three)
The Elion elves are natural knights, and the Kingdom of Elion inside Ulthuan is rich in elven BMWs.
Every Arion knight is a master of horsemanship, as they grew up on horses.
The vast grassland is the hunting ground of Kunoth, the "God of Hunting", but the knights of the "Fire of Asuryan" Legion are all devout believers of Asuryan, and their respect for Kunoth is secondary.
The flaming phoenix flag waved among the silver-helmeted knights. Even though the long journey on the sea had left the elves and their horses in low condition, the knights were ready to charge at the enemy.
They will never forget the war that happened more than a decade ago. To the elves, just a dozen years seem like yesterday.
Druzil was as cruel as ever, and Assur as heroic as ever.
Only this time it was not the domineering Witch-King who led the Druzian army, and Asur was not holding out hopelessly in Ulthuan.
The silver-helmeted knights tightly grasped Isemara's silver spears, and more than 3,000 knights reorganized their formation in just a moment.
Teams of knights marched in rows, divided into more than 300 small teams.
Prince Arion returned to the front of the army with the Fiery Phoenix Banner, and the Spear of Asuryan began to slowly move towards the battlefield.
As it moved forward, the warhorse's speed became faster and faster, from a slow walk to a trot, and finally, after reaching the charging distance, the warhorse's speed was as fast as the wind.
Prince Arion took the lead, the battle flag fell as the spear leaned forward, and all the silver-helmeted knights received the charge order.
The knight squad dispersed during the charge, with every ten knights acting as a sharp blade to break through the enemy.
The Executioner Legion sent some warriors to try to stop the flood of Ismara silver, but it was obviously futile.
The elven warhorses easily crossed the pile of corpses; the unfavorable terrain did not affect their charge at all.
The heavily-armored knights were as sharp as swords. All the executioners who met the charge in the first round were pierced by spears. The second round of charge that followed easily broke the already chaotic executioner formation.
The third charge penetrated deeply into the executioner's army, and the fourth charge almost separated the executioner's front and rear armies.
At the end of five rounds of charges, the knights had completely penetrated Druzy's line.
The earth trembled amid the galloping of thousands of horses, and it did not stop shaking until the Silver Helmet Knights regrouped their troops on the west side.
In the north, the black dragon flag, carrying the nightmarish black knights, rushed straight towards the silver-helmeted knights who had just assembled their troops.
Hag Graef's "Spear of the Witch King" is coming! Unlike the Asur who were shouting and fighting, the Cold Ones Dread Knights were as silent as dead things. In order to control the Cold Ones, they sacrificed their senses and became numb.
Malus Darkblade, the Dread Lord of Hagrid Graves, raised the Cain Warp Sword and, with a cruel smile, selected a target for the Cold Lizard Dread Knights to charge.
Both sides were equally fearless, but what made Asur even worse was that.
A troop of Doomsday Pyromancers carrying the banner of Slaanesh arrived at the battlefield at full speed.
The elves of Arion charged upon both legions. Only death could stop them. The fanatics of Asuryan would fight to the bitter end before their utter defeat.
The Elf Prince once again acted as the spearhead, calling out to the soldiers.
"For Asuryan!"
The knights responded to their leader's call and shouted with resolute enthusiasm.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
The pink smoke summoned by the Doomfire Warlock dissolved some of the charging silver-helmeted knights, but the overwhelming magic did not curb the knights' momentum.
The elven prince was hit by dozens of dark rays, but before he fell off his horse, the nobles who were charging with him took over the Fiery Phoenix battle flag and continued to charge towards the seemingly invincible enemy.
The silver torrent first crashed into the black cold lizard frenzy. The collision caused continuous thunder on the ground, and the first batch of knights from both sides who collided were almost all killed in the battle.
Malus Blackblade and his personal guards broke through the left wing of the Silver Helmets, but the elven nobles and the knights on the right wing penetrated the army of the Cold Lizard Dread Knights.
The elven noble who held the battle flag was covered with hundreds of wounds, but he persevered until the end of the charge before dying.
Another elven noble took over the battle flag and the spear that symbolized the legion. The Fiery Phoenix stood tall among the thousands of troops, determined to fight to the death. The "Fire of Asuryan" burned towards the Legion of Doomsday Pyromancers without stopping.
The magic of the "Lustful Raiders" legion made the earth grow tentacles and fangs, the silver torrent broke through the Slaanesh magic, no knight's armor remained intact, and all Asur were inevitably affected by the powerful legion's magic.
But the Doomfire Warlock's tricks end there.
The distance was close enough, and the Silver Torrent ignored the black that was chasing after it from behind, and collided head-on with the warlocks who were eager for liberation.
The unarmored warlock was easily smashed into pieces by the silver sharp blade. The warhorse let out bursts of mourning in the collision. The noble who was holding the flag had his horse's leg broken. He tried his best to throw the war flag to his compatriots beside him, but died under the chaos of hooves.
The Fiery Phoenix Banner was reborn from the ashes once again. Even though the continuous charges caused serious casualties to the Knights, they reorganized their formation during the charge and started another round of charge.
The Slaanesh banner was washed down by the silver torrent, and these exiles met their demise.
On the south side of the battlefield, while the "Fire of Asuryan" had dealt a severe blow to the executioner's army, Thoreau was the first to defeat his opponent.
The executioner cut off the lizardman's arm, but was unable to stop the cold-blooded creature's attack. Their dodging became a delusion in the attack that was accelerated by its rage.
The lizardmen corpses scattered on the ground became an obstacle. Whenever the executioner was forced to approach them, the dead would suddenly jump up and instinctively use their claws and fangs to kill the enemy.
Many Thoros looked like they should have died long ago. Their blood had been drained out and they had wounds on all their vital parts. However, the bloody warriors continued to kill stubbornly.
The weary Ivresse Sentinels, in their cold-blooded rage, overran the executioner's formation in one fell swoop, and then killed all the scattered executioners.
When Eltharion saw the Lizardman Champion facing siege, the elven nobles went to help without hesitation.
One by one, the scarred veterans led the remaining warriors to open a gap. Asur mixed in with the lizardmen, making up for Thoros's slightly slow disadvantage and repelling wave after wave of executioner squads.
The rune sword of "The Blind" Eltharion distracted the hysterical "Witch" Hellebron for a moment, and the elven nobles blocked the siege of Lynch by the executioner champions.
Lynch dragged her bleeding body and rushed straight towards Hellebron. The continuous attacks from the scepter made her retreat step by step, and the sword of Eltharion made her in a dilemma.
She can suppress any single champion, but she cannot ignore the sharpness of any champion.
(End of this chapter)
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