The Crusader front began to move forward slowly but neatly, the tom-tom snare drums urging them to their feet.
The war drums rumbled, the battle cry was loud, and at the forefront was a company of more than a hundred heavily armored cavalry, Rulin's cavalry spears were in their hands, and the knight's square flag and the knight's squire's swallowtail flag were hunting behind the tip of the spear.
They stepped on the beat of the drum and gradually picked up speed.
As the beat of the drums became more and more rapid, the sound of the horses' hooves became more and more intense, like a shower of rain hitting the tiles, slowly merging into a huge roar like a waterfall.
In the end, the drummers used all their strength to hit the drum three times in a row.
The drums stopped abruptly!
"The Light is with us!"
With a deafening roar of frenzy, the long lance was flattened at once, as if the entire forest of lances had been swept down by a single brush.
More than a hundred knights rushed towards the battlefield like a torrent, rushing towards the dense stakes of sharp wood, forgetting their lives and seeing death as home.
The earth trembled, the forest shook, but the charge of more than a hundred knights was as shocking as a thousand horses, and there was only one sight in the eyes of all, that is, the wild waves of black steel; There was only one voice in everyone's ears, and that was the roar of ten thousand galloping horses.
This time, in the collision of the steel battle array and the sharp wooden stakes, the steel completely prevailed.
The Divine Word Technique: Shield, which was blessed on the first row of cavalry, played a crucial role.
Although the moment the collision occurred, the divine shields were exhausted and shattered, their function was already complete.
The sound of stakes breaking resounded throughout the battlefield, and the first platoon of cavalry broke through the dense stake line from the center of the dense line of stakes almost intact.
The gap is opened!
In an instant, there was a burst of cheers from the blood-colored crusaders who followed the cavalry, believing that this was the end, that the battle line had been broken through, that victory was at hand, that the enemy would surely panic, and then defeat and flee, and that all they had to do was to chase after the fleeing rebels for a while and everything would be fine.
If it weren't for the massive body of the Rock Lord blocking their way, maybe their idea would have come true.
Lockhora stood in front of the gap like a mainstay, but the cavalry was undaunted, and pounced on Lockhora like a tide hitting the reef, the sharp knight's spear pierced the stone man, and the sound of the barrel of the gun made of apple wood breaking resounded in the sky, but before the broken barrel and wood fragments landed, the cavalry had already drawn their swords in front of the saddle and slashed wildly at the rock lord.
It may be that the overzealous brains have not remembered the painful lesson of the previous one, these inexperienced, bloody rookies have once again chosen the wrong tactics, and they should have rushed to the rear of Silver Dawn without stopping, instead of staying here and tangling with Lockhora and blocking everyone behind here.
More and more people rushed here, and the cavalry through the gap continued to pour into this place, and the people of the Silver Dawn also swarmed up, trying to plug the gap, and the huge giant bears, strong minotaurs, fierce orcs, brave dwarves, and veterans led by Arton were all rushing in this direction.
The Water Elemental Elder summoned by the mage cast a Freezing Spell at the right time.
The cold frost energy exploded violently, sweeping away in all directions, freezing everyone's feet in place wherever it went.
While not comparable to the power of the Frost Nova released by the mages, it bought the supporters at least a few seconds.
At this critical juncture, this time is enough.
At this moment, a violent wave of elemental fluctuations came from behind the Silver Dawn Array.
Looking over from his horse, a green-robed Abyldon was chanting a spell as powder of bat droppings and brimstone fell from his left hand, and fiery red spell arrays loomed between his right fingers.
No one doubted that he was summoning a powerful spell, perhaps even more powerful than the one he had cast before.
The cavalrymen finally realized their mistake, turned their horses' heads, and charged in the direction of the mage.
But it's too late, Tirio?
Fording and his son had already arrived from the second line and stood in front of them.
Tirio picked up the hammer from below, and with a single blow shattered the head of the horse that was at the front, and the cavalry on top of it screamed, and fell from the fallen horse, breaking his tendon and breaking his tendons.
With a nimble and skilful turn, he unsheathed a sword that was slashing at him, and then the hammer swept out a beautiful arc and slapped the sword's owner off his horse.
But the onslaught of the cavalry continued, and before he could turn around, another horse neighed and rushed towards him, and he didn't even have time to pick up the hammer, but unlike the knights, the paladins never fought only by physical strength, and he raised his left hand and pointed at the rushing horse.
"In the name of the Light, the shield of vengeance!"
Right in front of him, a glittering barrier of light emerged from the air.
The translucent shield made of the power of the Light looked like a thin layer, but it was stronger than steel.
"Damn it!"
The cavalryman looked at the shield in horror, tightened the reins of his horse, and tried to change direction.
But just then, a warhammer condensed by holy light flew in from a distance and smashed into his head, knocking him unconscious.
"Well done, kid!"
Tirio laughed at Tyran in satisfaction.
Tyran felt his heart filled with strength at the moment, he had longed to fight with his father like this for a long time, and he had dreamed of it more than once in his dreams, and now, the dream had finally come true.
The cavalry charged even harder, as a fireball the size of a watermelon loomed between the hands of Mage Abilton, and they had to interrupt his spell casting.
But the two Furding showed their might, blocking their way, and farther away, the other warriors of Silver Dawn were also rushing to help.
They almost fell into despair.
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However, at this moment, the priests who had finished chanting the Song of Hope finally relented, and the power of the Holy Light, which was almost boiling after casting such a powerful divine technique, finally cooled down.
"In the name of the Light, punish the unclean before me!"
With the prayer of the Divine Word, the eldest of the priests raised his hand and pointed at Abileton.
A holy light fell from the sky like a meteor and fell on the mage's head, and the pale blue frost shield manifested in an attempt to resist the shining glow, but the soul-striking light completely ignored the shield and went straight into the mage's body.
It was a rebuke to the heart, which could not be resisted, and could only be fought by a firm will, but Abelton clearly did not pass this test of will, as if suddenly, the mage fell into confusion, and he collapsed to the ground, dazed and at a loss.
The fireball, which was about to take shape, lost control and fell apart, disappearing into thin air.