[The Might of the Enemy] is a transcendent artifact of the system.

Directly affects the morale of the enemy, even these gnolls.

"Boom Boom Boom—"

The Hobson knights led 50 servant knights and plunged directly into the ranks of the gnolls on the flanks, and the charge of the small number of heavy cavalry was as furious as hundreds of infantry.

Forty or fifty gnolls were directly knocked upside down by the majestic horses and flew out.

A well-studded spear easily pierces the gnoll's body.

And the long sword that was drawn next slashed to death as these followers rampaged through the knights, and even those jackals who could not dodge, or even had fearful faces.

Cavalry is always a restraint on infantry.

The heavy cavalry of the Cold Weapon Age is the king of land warfare who can destroy all living enemy armies!

So these gnolls are in a rout.

Especially after experiencing instantaneous casualties, under the double attack of the human infantry in front and the human heavy cavalry on the flank, these gnolls did not have the slightest intention of resisting, and had already begun to retreat in panic.

"For Svadia!"

And at the corner of the street, these red-eyed infantrymen are still chasing and killing this group of gnolls.

There were also cavalry belonging to Kant.

Seventeen desert bandits roared out, each armed with spears, and stabbed into the bodies of the jackals who could not dodge, not even pulling them out, but instead slamming them beyond the flanged hammers and slamming them into the beastly heads.

Shattered braincase.

Bright red blood mixed with gray brains.

In terms of cruelty and tyranny, humans are sometimes not weaker than beasts at all!

There is no mercy even more.

It was an existential battle between races, and these desert bandits charged forward on horseback, with no regard for their own safety, so that the infantry behind them could keep up and rush straight into the depths of the gnolls' forces.

Because the 50 knights who descended from the heavens were also on a rampage.

They divided the already chaotic formation of the jackals, just like slaughtering chicks, so that these originally ferocious primitive races now only have thoughts of rout and panic in their hearts.

"Whew-"

The gnoll chief angrily swung his two-handed battle axe and chopped the gnolls beside him to death.

It wanted to contain the total collapse of the troops, but no matter how angry its roar was, the gnolls, who had been filled with fear, had no intention of staying.

Primitive troops without tactics are just that.

Once it has been hit hard, it will be completely chaotic.

What's more, in Kant's hands, the golden lion with a red background is automatically windless, releasing invisible waves in this deep night.

The special effects are in full swing.

The morale of the gnolls has been reduced quite terrifyingly.

The speed of the rout has also become faster.

Now these gnolls, even if they have an absolute advantage in numbers, have fallen into chaos and fall into a stage of panic, only knowing to follow the companions around them to flee, and the companions who fled around them saw more people fleeing, and they also followed the rout, the group effect, and the attack of the gnolls completely collapsed.

Armed with a short sword, Kant followed the desert bandits with a banner.

In the sound of fighting not far away, the knights in bright red linen robes had actually fought in blood, and the linen robes on their bodies were red stained with blood.

Elites can only reflect their value in war.

Even Kant was quite envious of these rampaging subordinate knights.

If he had 50 Svadia heavy cavalry in his hands.

No.

Even 10 Swadia heavy cavalry were content for Kant, and they were already able to lead these low-level troops to rampage and fight wantonly among the fleeing troops of the Gnolls!

"Roar—"

With an angry howl came from the front.

Kant squinted at the past, and the [Enemy Deterrence] in his hand was tightly grasped, with a serious expression.

That's the Gnoll Chieftain.

He raised the two-handed battle axe in his hand, ignoring the gnoll beside him, and chopped off the two knights on their horses.

The Chief of the Gnoll Man is the strongest Gnoll Man to take on the role!

Now, this strongest gnoll, armed with chain mail and two-handed tomahawks, is just as impressive in combat.

For a while, even the knights did not dare to approach.

And the gnoll chieftain, who was still glaring with red eyes, roared to find the servant knights, and slashed and chopped with his own two-handed battle axe, like a great windmill, and killed several servant knights one after another.

This scene seemed to boost the morale of the surrounding jackals.

"Not good." Kant's brow furrowed.

If the morale of those gnolls is restored, the chaos will definitely subside.

Once they find out, the human forces that are chasing and killing them are pitifully few in number.

Then this group of ferocious gnolls will definitely fight back, and use the tyranny and cruelty of their hunting and killing to let Kant and those subordinate knights know what is called overwhelming superiority in numbers!

"Lord Kant, do you need to kill that guy?"

And just ahead, the desert bandits who were still fighting on their horses had already seen Kant's frown.

The spears in their hands stabbed and the flange hammer swung to kill the gnolls around them.

Afraid of the might of the 17 of them, the surrounding gnolls were scattering and fleeing for a while, and they didn't have the slightest idea of resisting, in fact, the current gnolls were still in chaos and rout.

"Yes, do you have a solution?"

Kant nodded, his expression serious.

"Of course." The desert bandits replied in the affirmative, drawing the short javelins behind their backs.

The length of an adult's arm, the fine wood cut, the sharp spearhead in the front, and the stable cladding iron at the back end all make this throwing weapon with murderous intent.

Desert bandits are good at using short javelins!

Kant said in a deep voice: "Then kill him!" ”

Instead of answering, the desert bandit raised his short javelin and kicked the horse's belly hard.

The desert horse under the crotch was in pain, and suddenly slammed forward, 17 people formed a horse wall, and even the jackal was knocked down on the sand and trampled by the horse's hooves.

They were rapidly approaching the Gnoll Chieftain.

Then the short javelin, which had already been raised in his hand, was thrown forward fiercely.

"Whoosh-"

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and a few meters away, the gnoll chief was still frantically waving his two-handed battle axe, but when he came back to his senses, he felt a huge force suddenly come from his back.

"Whoa, whoa..."

The pain made its eyes red.

The chain mail that was randomly connected and draped on his back had been pierced by 11 short javelins at this time, and the head of the spear with a blood groove even pierced deeply into the muscles of his back, making the originally strong and strong gnoll chief look like a hedgehog.

The arm carrying the tomahawk in its right arm was also hit by two short javelins, and the pain made it impossible to hold the weapon at all.

The wolf-like head hissed and its eyes glowed with ferocity, and it saw Kant behind him, including the desert bandit who had picked up his spear and flange hammer again.

This is the murderer who threw the javelin just now.

But it can only remember this moment.

"Uhhh

A long sword appeared under the throat of the gnoll chieftain.

The Hobson knight rode over, the knight's sword in his hand was clenched, and the sharp blade easily slit his throat, making the originally strong gnoll chieftain subconsciously cover his throat and slowly fall to the ground.

[The momentum of the enemy] shook, and the golden lion became more and more hideous.

Special effect (2) activates.

When killing an enemy leader, the enemy will be thrown into chaos.

It's complete chaos.

In the forces of these gnolls, chaos is equal to complete rout.

The gnolls who watched their chiefs fall like this, wailed and threw down their weapons, and there was not the slightest thought in their minds, only - escape!

The farther you run, the better!

"For Svadia's sake, kill!"

The death of the leader of the gnolls became the key to the outcome of the battle.

The infantrymen shouted frantically, and pounced on the gnolls even more fiercely, as if they were fearless.

The Servant Knights were also instigating their horses to gallop quickly, chasing down the gnolls that had already dispersed, and it was certain that these primitive races would be completely thrown into chaos and could not be reorganized at all.

The mountains are full of gnolls.

Even if there are at least about 1,500 of them.

But they have lost their fighting spirit, and they are no different from lambs to the slaughter!

For Kant, the Naren Desert, the gnoll tribe that threatens him the most at present, has completely lost the strength to continue to compete with him along with the brilliant galaxy, and has become a stepping stone under his feet, the dust of history!