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The already chaotic grassland camp immediately became more and more chaotic.

Some of the original targeted arrangements and fortifications in the camp were destroyed as early as the civil strife of the steppe people, some of them were steppe people, and some of them were the shadows of the crow and snake factions.

So much so that Warren's 3,000 cavalry rushed in unimpeded.

The horses neighed, and the people shouted angrily.

The sword is shining and the blood is flowing.

Call!

A handful of flames suddenly lit up, crossed an arc high, and landed on the baggage of the battalion.

Suddenly, the fodder for feeding the horses was ignited.

Then there is the food that people eat.

Then, a large area of the camp was filled with fires.

The flames were so fierce that even the most trained horses neighed in fear, and when the reins were severed, the horses struggled wildly.

The fire of the war horse carried the flames to more places.

"Extinguish the fire!"

"Extinguish the fire!"

Many prairie people shouted.

But everyone became involuntary at this moment.

In front of them is the red-eyed opponent, and the enemy is constantly rushing by, giving up resistance to put out the fire, there is only a dead end.

If you want to live, you can only kill the opponent in front of you.

This is true even if these opponents are steppe people.

Only a few people seem to have reached a consensus, but this consensus has not brought them to life, but has allowed the pace of death to come more quickly.

A stab from the shadows, flames that shone brightly.

Swift harvest of these lives.

Moreover, the focus of attention was indicated for Warren's cavalry.

On the galloping horses, the knights' crossbows were aimed there.

Whoosh!

A rain of arrows fell.

The corpses of hundreds of steppe people fell.

The wails that had not completely dissipated followed the horses, leaving only the silent and rotten corpses.

Mary's palms were already full of sweat.

The girl has been in battle, but she has never been on the battlefield.

All she saw in front of her were enemies, and there were only comrades around her, all she could do was to rush forward and keep rushing.

Because, she knows that she is the leader.

If she hesitated, it would break the team that had been gathered so hard.

So, she chose a white war horse.

Back when she was seven years old, her mother warned her more than once not to choose conspicuous white at the end of the battlefield, because that would make you a target for all enemies.

But Mary had no choice.

She has to be visible!

It has to be like a flag!

Bite!

With a sword, Selti swept away the arrows that had come from nowhere.

This is not the first time.

From the moment he entered the Prairie camp, he blocked at least twenty arrows for Mary, even though Celti was the elite of the Raven Sect and had extraordinary skills, he became out of breath at this time.

On the ever-changing battlefield, it is not a simple matter to concentrate on protecting a person.

Bite!

Another arrow was blocked, this time not by Celti but by Maxim.

The Raven Sect's recorder was not much better, he glanced at his companion who was in the same bad state, but could only shout: "Your Highness, rush forward!" ”

At this time, there is no possibility of retreat.

Only break through the camp of the steppe people in front of you!

If they break through, it is their victory.

Once surrounded by the reacting steppe people......

The Raven Recorder shook his head, quickly dismissing such thoughts, and then, raising his hand, slashed at the incoming arrow again.

But this time the arrows were different.

Just as the sword was about to slash the arrow, the arrow unexpectedly arced, bypassing the slash and shooting straight at Mary.

Maxim was taken aback.

"Your Highness!"

The voice rang out suddenly, and a figure lunged out from the horse, blocking the arrow with its body.

Burst!

The arrow pierced the Volyn cavalryman's chest, carrying the Volyn cavalryman's body to the ground, and then the passing horse stepped over the Volyn cavalryman's body.

From beginning to end, Mary did not see the face of this Warren cavalryman clearly.

When she came back to her senses, the Warren cavalryman had been overwhelmed by the steady stream of advancing horses.

All she could hear was that voice, very young.

It was as if something was choking in my throat.

Mary felt the moistness in the corners of her eyes as the wind blew on her face.

She touched the corner of her eye, but didn't let the tears flow.

"Forward!"

"Forward!"

The childish voice sounded again...... Hoarseness stopped.

Thundered!

The horses galloped past, and the Warren defenders ran for an unknown amount of time, until they felt a loosening around them.

The feeling of oppression and suffocation is gone.

There was an open space in front of me.

They rushed out?

They rushed out!

Unbelievable!

Aftermath!

The look of joy could not be concealed in any way, and Mary, as if exhausted, crouched on her horse and gasped for breath.

Celti and Maxim were as if they had been fished out of the water.

At this time, the two crow faction people didn't even want to move their fingers.

But when they saw the team, the two of them were shocked by the abnormal situation in the grassland camp.

"Your Highness, someone has gathered the remnants of the army!"

Maxim reminded.

It didn't take much explanation for Mary to know what would happen if the steppes gathered the remnants.

Their previous charge, although it will not be all in vain, but most of the effect will be lost.

Disappear for the most part?

The girl's ears seemed to ring again with the young voice shouting 'Your Highness'.

She does not accept it, does not allow it.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The [Sword of Thorns] on his back trembled again and again.

A vitality that ordinary people could not imagine poured into the girl's body.

Mary, who should have been exhausted, straightened her back in the next moment.

She rode through the procession.

Once again, he stood at the forefront of facing the steppe people.

There are no words.

There is no need to be informed.

Looking at the white war horse, looking at the knight on the war horse, the front team of this Warren defender became the rear team, and the back team became the front team.

They wielded weapons stained with the blood of the enemy.

The joy on their faces was replaced by fortitude.

Even if they knew that it was nine deaths, they did not have any hesitation or fear, and it seemed that with a charge, they had completely transformed.

The metamorphosis from ordinary to truly elite.

Because, they have souls.

"Impossible!"

"How is this possible?"

Maxim looked at the scene in front of him, which was incredible for anyone, and seemed to think of something, and the whole person exclaimed again and again.

Celti looked at Maxim in bewilderment.

"Said the Virtuous King!"

Maxim reminded with a wry smile.

Celti was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the white figure in horror.

"Under the leadership of the virtuous king, the cowards will become the brave, the brave will become the heroes, and the heroes will become the holy ......"

Celti muttered under his breath.

But before he could finish his words, he was covered by Maxim.

Celti reacted immediately, and he didn't need a reminder from his friends to know what to do.

Once again, the two of them came to Mary's side.

As before, one left and one right protected Mary in the middle.

However, unlike before, there was a kind of fanaticism on the faces of the two that ordinary people could not understand.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again.

The steppe people in the distance charged.

Mary raised her right hand, and just as the girl was about to swing down and lead the Warren defenders to charge again, a flapping of wings rang out.

The fire raven landed on the palm of this hand.

The girl was stunned.

At the moment when the girl was stunned, a fiery figure smashed into the charging steppe people like a meteor.

Rumble!

A large area of the steppe cavalry that could not dodge was suddenly smashed into a blur of flesh and blood.

A roar followed.

Roar!

The invisible wind, with the flapping of the wings of the flames, blew in all directions, leaving the surrounding steppe people unstable and tumbling to the ground.

But as if unconscious, they only instinctively retreated, and looked at the flaming figure standing in the air with horrified eyes.

The temperature rises suddenly.

Distorting the already terrifying figure.

The brutal, chaotic aura, mixed with the sulfur-like smell, affected all the steppe people around them.

It was an oppression of different levels of life.

It's like seeing a lion and a rabbit.

"Evil, demon!"

A scream, like pinching his throat, suddenly sounded among the steppe people.

And this scream completely wiped out the courage that the grassland people had gathered so hard, and fear was like the tide that collapsed a dam.

All these people ...... Submerged.

Decadent Dragon said

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