Those voices were no longer whispering, no longer whispering like a dream.

What resounded in people's ears were the bitter words of the dead, the last wails of those who were unwilling to die.

The sound was very harsh and extremely disturbing, and after the soldiers of the royal army were affected, they were cut down to the ground by the undead, and even several soldiers of the Sad Wind Collar were affected, and died tragically on the spot.

Knight Rodrigo looked around, but he didn't notice Knight Kyle or Knight Tosoro, but the annoying voices kept playing back in his head.

"Roar!"

His Earthwalking Dragon mount also seems to be affected, and is constantly trampling enemies under their claws, charging to show his anger and irritation.

"Rego!"

Knight Rodrigo let out a loud shout, and when the dragon heard his master's call, he turned his head and rushed towards Knight Rodrigo.

Lifting his heavy shield, Knight Rodrigo strode forward, then leaped to the ground and jumped onto the back of the Earth Dragon.

He stood on the back of the earthly dragon, like a burly body like a mountain, and his voice was like a torrent.

"The warrior of the Storm Leader—"

Knight Rodrigo raised his right arm and waved the flag that was hanging beside the dragon.

The warriors from the Storm Leader moved their ears and heard the cry of Knight Rodrigo.

The knights looked over and saw the waving flag, and suddenly they couldn't help but laugh!

"Flag-bearers!" they shouted.

The standard-bearer who followed the knights grinned, pulled out the flag tied to his back, and waved it like the knight of Rodrigo.

They were smiling on the battlefield, they sprinkled their joy with all their hearts, shouting the words that belonged only to them and that only they could understand: "Invincible!!"

The sounds were like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the brains of all the warriors from the Tempest Realm.

It makes their brains involuntarily excited, makes their blood boil in their veins, makes their hearts beat faster in their chests—

Because, they are from the Sad Wind Leader!

"Invincible!"

Only a few voices rang out, as they weren't fighting, or were preparing to join the next fight.

"Invincible!!"

The warriors roared in anger as they came from the Tempest.

"Invincible!!"

They roared in unison, tugging at their throats, even if it made their voices hoarse and hurt their throats......

The soldiers of the royal army were fleeing, because the noise affected them, awakening them from the frenzy of bloody battles, and looking at the undead, they were afraid, so they also fled.

Then they heard the roars of the warriors, and they couldn't help but look over with trepidation...... They froze in place, forgetting to escape.

More crazy than before, more ruthless than before, more powerful than before, more tacit than before—those warriors from the Grim Wind Realm worked in groups of three, without command or assignment, and they found the right comrades on their own and formed a team with them.

They began another round of battles with the undead, killing them through tactics such as restricting their position and disarming them.

It's not so much a bunch of 'soldiers' as a bunch of 'hooligans' because they do anything crazy, even dragging the undead behind their horses with chains to make them die again.

They only want to kill, all the means they use are for 'killing', and nothing else.

Like a group of efficient killing machines, only a few hundred warriors fought their way out of the encirclement, and the encirclement of those huge numbers of undead creatures was completely useless.

"Invincible!"

The warriors of the Sorrowful Wind Leader shouted, and the soldiers of the royal army stared blankly.

The heart is like a war drum, and every time I hear them shouting, it's like being struck once.

The blood flowed faster in their bodies, their faces flushed from the renewed excitement of their brains, and their breathing became rapid.

They stared blankly with their mouths open, as if something was stuck in their throats, as if something was about to come out of their hearts, but they were suppressed by the 'only' reason.

Tears have flowed, and the tongues of the soldiers have tasted the bitter taste, that is anticipation, that is longing, that is 'dream'!

A soldier stumbled back and walked back, he picked up a weapon on the ground, looked at it twice, and then grinned at the corners of his mouth, and clenched his teeth—

"Kill !!"

The noise in his ears seemed to be gone, and it was as if it had never been there, and the will to collapse was rebuilt, and the soldiers shouted, and the shouts of one man made the battlefield seem a little empty, for the warriors had gone to the other side, and he was the only one who stood on this side.

But he's never just one person – he'll never be just one!

"Go back, go back ......"

Another soldier gritted his teeth, but he was faster, and he ran over and drew a long sword from the ground, "Die! monster !!"

One after the other, one after the other, they didn't smile because they had lost so much here, and with anger and panic, they rushed back again.

Those who don't have weapons pick them up, and those who have weapons rush directly into them, and the fight begins again.

"Kill them ......"

"Kill them ......"

"Kill them ......"

The soldiers who rushed back roared, because they had given up the chance to live, so they didn't care about the wound or the throat.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

From less to more, sand into towers, water into trickles, from a few people to dozens, from dozens to hundreds, and then from hundreds to thousands!

The voices of the soldiers grew louder and louder, and they shouted with all their might, fighting bravely to kill the enemy, not for why, just for an impulse!

"Kill !! them"

In the end, only the shout was still echoing, and all the voices were gone, except that the voices of the soldiers were still loud.

Krylov III also forgot the voice echoing in his head for a while, and he watched all this in bewilderment, as if everything had exceeded his expectations.

His calculations are useless on this battlefield, he is always the one who is calculated, so looking at this scene, his scalp is numb, and his brain is only a blank, completely unsure of what to do.

The two knights and the female swordmaster fought again, because those warriors behind them had already ignited their fighting spirit, as knights, how could they give up?

They engaged in high-speed encounters that were difficult to capture with the naked eye, and the collision of swords and swords was so fast that only afterimages and sounds remained.

This is not the rhythm of the battle that the two knights are looking forward to, they have been completely brought into her rhythm by the female swordmaster in front of them, if they don't adjust as soon as possible, then the female swordmaster is the most likely to be the final winner compared to them who are not suitable for this kind of battle rhythm.

If they show their flaws, they will be defeated and die – they are sure of it!

However, the battle between them did not last long, and after feeling a fierce malice, the two sides had already retreated.

Marquis of Elfaro, who had been preventing the old mage from attacking the small city behind him, laughed, "Look, listen, my masterpiece, the masterpiece of the Bauhinia family, has finally been born!"

"And at the price, we're all going to die!"

Unlike the smiling and understated Marquis of Elfaro, the old mage looked at the small city with a gloomy face, along with the two knights.

Beyond the towering walls, they have seen a part of 'it' - yes, a 'part'!

Because 'it' is so big!