The spears are like a forest, and the locusts are like rain. Under the banner waving in the wind, the bright yellow trickle quickly collided with the magnificent waves of royal blue. At this moment, the 'Bounty Band' from Afar Water City confronted the second brigade of the 'Eagle Feathers' Corps sent by the Noble Council.

The arrows fired by the noble council made a splash of sparks and a pleasant 'ding-dong' sound on the shield. And the long-range strike force that should have belonged to the side of the 'Bounty Warband' was completely suppressed due to the enemy's numerical superiority. They had to hide behind the big shield and were powerless to fight back, so they immediately changed their swords and joined the charge.

The bright yellow and royal blue blouses were quickly dyed with mottled colors in the fierce conflict, with blood, mud and grass juice in them. This time, Mr. Clifford no longer had the idle time he had been in command. In order to win the battle, he brandished his long sword and rushed to the forefront of the battle.

At this moment, he is no longer the image of a noble son when he was in Repulse City before. The silver armor was stained with blood, and the two deep gaps on the shoulder armor and chest seemed to tell the tragedy of this battle. A flash of silver light severed the arm of the soldier in front of him, and the sword that broke free from the flesh danced in the wind with torn muscle fibers.

Although the sword body is still the same as a clear spring at the moment, there is now a clear gap in the sharpness and tenacity - as the matching sword of the deputy leader of the 'Bounty Warband', this magic weapon that Mr. Clifford affectionately refers to as the 'Ardent Spark' is not ordinary.

It's just that the continuous fighting in the past two days has still left indelible scars on this expensive magic weapon. But Mr. Clifford is not worried, because he understands that as long as he can achieve the victory in front of him. The Church will definitely fix the sword. It is even possible to use resources to make it even more powerful than it is now.

The deputy's shield was flicked one by one. Let the tip of the stabbed gun slide to the side. Mr. Clifford, who turned over and waved his sword, had silver hair. At this moment, it is really like a roaring winter wolf. The winged helmet that originally protected his head is no longer known where it was left in the war. However, with every attack and roar of Mr. Clifford, the soldiers of the Bounty Warband burst into battle with great enthusiasm.

If the battle in front of us is a symphony, then Mr. Clifford is the orchestra's chief conductor. As the sword in his hand swung up, the morale of the soldiers of the surrounding 'Bounty Band' continued to be high. Even in the face of twice as many enemies, they didn't feel any fear.

As the leader of a warband, Barrett had thought that Mr. Clifford would be a class like Yuan Rong or Overseer to intensify his attacks. But it was only then that he discovered Mr. Clifford's way of fighting. It seems to be more of a battle poet, or a battle singer who leans towards reason.

Compared to Yuan Rong, who can discern at a glance where to best deploy their troops or where to set up a cunning trick to fool the enemy. Mr. Clifford doesn't have the mind of a tactician, a draftsman with an overview of indistinguishable terrain (or complex dungeons).

But he is also able to motivate battle-hardened warriors with words, allowing them to unleash their full power when melee combat breaks out. He inspired his subordinates who trusted him, and led his men to bravely cross the harsh terrain and strangle one powerful enemy after another on this dangerous battlefield.

Even when compared to Overseers, who have a clearer division of labor. Mr. Clifford's leadership style is also focused on motivation and encouragement. He inspires courage and tenacity in his companions, allowing them to temporarily forget about their injuries and escape the effects of negative effects, while supporting their attacks.

As for admonitions, urgent orders, clever strategies and advantageous strategies, and other auxiliary methods. So far, no clues have been found in Mr Clifford's performances. While he was able to unleash more powerful attacks from his companions, he was powerless to make them quickly adjust to their combat environment. As for the ability to assist by forcibly moving nearby enemies or knocking them down in pieces. There is not even the slightest trace of it.

The only thing that puzzled Barrett a little was that Mr. Clifford's way of assisting was not a complete ballad. Each of his shouts and shouts was extremely short-lived. It's also different from the one that has been granted the 'Lingering Beams' specialty, which has been echoing over the battlefield for a long time. This rare form of expression and auxiliary technique is beyond the scope of Barrett's database.

If it weren't for the occasional burst of aura from his blade, and the protective spells he cast out of the air. The words that make Barrett feel like the Arcane Duelist, a special poet who specializes in both weapons and spell combat, and combines them into a lethal means of attack. Barrett wasn't sure what kind of profession he was!

Although in addition to strengthening the army, Barrett, who is not specialized in the auxiliary route of 'White Crow Stream', is indeed inferior to Mr. Clifford. But before the start of the war, he was filled with support by Rielly and Clematis, and at the moment he was rampage through the army of the noble council without a single general.

The heavy and thick 'broken peak' was like a light wheat stalk in his hands at this time. Almost without fireworks, he threw himself into the line formed by the parliamentary soldiers in front of him. Only after that blink of an eye—the iron shield was dented, the armor cracked, and the spear became bald.

Enemies who came into contact with the blade either fell silently in pools of blood, or rolled out wailing, and some were even tossed to the ground. Even the one specially arranged by the noble council, a heavily armored shield guard wrapped in full-body armor. When he tried to stop Barrett's progress, he was swept away by the aftermath of the typhoon. At this time, I could only feel the regular tremor of the muscles of my whole body, so I retreated in a hurry.

Barrett, who had a good first attack, continued to work hard, and the power that burst from his thighs and waist was transmitted down his spine to his arms. With the turn of the shoulders, the lightning-fast Acer is completed. Under the cold light of the sword, the shield wall that the noble council had managed to reorganize with great difficulty disintegrated in an instant when the sword flashed - these unfortunate children were like claws flapping their claws, and their armor shattered. The weapon snapped.

The Order Army is a one-man army – the Bolum family has been remodeled for many years. It's not in vain. Although it is not as majestic as those knights. But Barrett also managed to tear apart the enemy's front single-handedly. A space had been cleared around him that could be used to attack people. The formation wall of dozens of fighters looked a little ridiculous in the face of Barrett's steamroller-like offensive.

As Barrett shook the 'broken peak', he shook off the blood stains on the knife and pressed towards this place step by step, which had been beaten to pieces. The aristocratic council rang out the war drums of 'dong dong dong'. Encouraged by this voice, more members of the noble council began to flock to the gap. Although they knew that they might die under the huge blade, they still went forward to stop Barrett's progress.

However, the key to today's victory or defeat does not seem to be Barrett's soldiers on the ground. It's the clouds in the air that keep tearing apart. Two knights churning the hurricane. Because the speed of the battle was so fast, even Barrett's eyes could only trace the traces left behind after their encounter.

It was precisely because of the steel collision caused by the words of the two in the sky that both the 'Bounty Warband' and the casters on the side of the Noble Council could only cast spells on the ground trembling at this time. And they will never dare to choose what air supremacy to fight for.

At this juncture of the battle, the war weapons belonging to the two camps naturally began to come into contact frequently. The knights are the cornerstone of the ruling class of the world, and the pursuit is the mission that began when they were born. The glory that only belongs to the aborigines, harnessing the air and blooming above the battlefield, it is only its own style.

Although warfare is complex, it cannot be said that the victory or defeat between knights can completely determine the direction of the battlefield. But one thing has to be determined is that the knight duel wins the side. With the help of the winners, there will be a considerable advantage on the battlefield. If it's specific to the battle that the players are in. In this battle of less than 1000, the winning side is fully capable of gaining a decisive advantage.

However, as powerful as the knights were, their numerical deficiencies made it difficult for them to be where they were needed. The offspring of knights are simply more likely to become knights. Physical training, spiritual sublimation, and the ethereal spiritual grasp make the needs of the three aspects of this profession that can be assisted by bloodline inheritance, but it is impossible to obtain an absolutely stable replenishment channel.

Many long-established knight families have even lost their glory and fiefdom after the death of the older generation because there have been no new knights for three consecutive generations. As a result, despite the Knights' strength, the major regimes are still looking for and developing second-level alternatives, including Barrett's 'Order of Forces' profession, which is the result of these researches.

The confrontation in the clouds did not seem to be a victory or defeat in a short period of time, and the battle on the ground was fierce at the moment. As the elite of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth and Commerce, the 'Bounty Warband' is even better in terms of individual combat strength and cooperation. After gaining such a strong offensive force as Barrett, it is even more powerful. However, the numerical superiority of the second brigade of the 'Eagle Feather' Corps of the Noble Council was never a problem that could be ignored.

When the strength of a single person has not yet reached a qualitative change, it is still a little powerless in the face of crowd tactics. Even if a man like Barrett had carved through the shield wall of the Eagle Feather Corps, the physical strength he had expended in order to burst out of this power would not have been able to recover in battle. When the action to expand the results of the battle was piled back by the noble council with human lives, Barrett, who had to follow his comrades behind him, was still a little unwilling in his heart.

The surging flames continued to scorch the soldiers on both sides, and the water vapor on the ground was constantly steaming. The huge hailstones that fell from the sky carried a strong wind, and smashed both the enemy and the enemy on their backs. Spellcasting and countermeasures, damage and control, support and healing – the casting teams on both sides are busy all the time. This time, the comparison between the number and quality was equal, and the Church of the 'Goddess of Wealth and Commerce', with its powerful blood-forming ability, trained many spellcasters who were good at fighting for the 'Bounty Warband'.

It's just that the caster has a limited number of spell slots per day. When both sides that have depleted their daily spells begin to use their reserves. The numerical superiority of the Noble Council has found a complete crush, because it is useless to have more people at such times, only the number of scrolls and magic wands is the most important factor in determining everything - this little bit of the wealthy 'Goddess of Wealth and Commerce' church can completely look at the dirt buns of the Northland Noble Council.

The casters of the 'Eagle Feather' Legion, who fell to the downwind, did not give up resistance at this time. They chose to disrupt the casting of the 'Bounty Warband' to keep their comrades in the running of time. It's been some time since the battle began, and the fighters on the front lines are often starting to get tired these days. As long as the soldiers who can be dragged to the front line are unable to fight anymore, then for the side of the noble council, it will be a victory.

The surging flames continued to scorch the soldiers on both sides, and the water vapor on the ground was constantly steaming. The huge hailstones that fell from the sky carried a strong wind, and smashed both the enemy and the enemy on their backs. Spellcasting and countermeasures, damage and control, support and healing – the casting teams on both sides are busy all the time. This time, the comparison between the number and quality was equal, and the Church of the 'Goddess of Wealth and Commerce', with its powerful blood-forming ability, trained many spellcasters who were good at fighting for the 'Bounty Warband'.

It's just that the caster has a limited number of spell slots per day. When both sides that have depleted their daily spells begin to use their reserves. The numerical superiority of the Noble Council has found a complete crush, because it is useless to have more people at such times, only the number of scrolls and magic wands is the most important factor in determining everything - this little bit of the wealthy 'Goddess of Wealth and Commerce' church can completely look at the dirt buns of the Northland Noble Council.

The casters of the 'Eagle Feather' Legion, who fell to the downwind, did not give up resistance at this time. They chose to disrupt the casting of the 'Bounty Warband' to keep their comrades in the running of time. It's been some time since the battle began, and the fighters on the front lines are often starting to get tired these days. As long as the soldiers who can be dragged to the front line are unable to fight anymore, then for the side of the noble council, it will be a victory. (To be continued.) )

PS: Wait to make up for it. Thanks to the "Paladin Little Seven", "421435735" and "Charming Book" and other three big monthly passes. At the same time, I would like to thank the three great rewards of "The Death of All Deaths", "The Age of Madness" and "Fat Biao of the Altar".