Atria stopped his steed and let it pac slowly, and the horse's paw no longer made a crisp clatter when it touched the ground, but became a little dull, because the blood had stained the ground red, and the whole ground was soaked with blood like a muddy swamp.

Sweat flowed down Atria's head, and after a fight, he felt that his whole body was soaked with hot sweat, and although he had the guidance of his predecessors when he first entered the battlefield, he still did not have the spare strength to know such things with rich experience.

He felt like his whole body was sore, and he couldn't use any strength in his muscles.

Wiping a handful of sweat mixed with blood and flesh, Atria wiped his face with blood.

But even his tiredness, his blood, could not hide his excitement, Atria looked around left and right, and found the old knight Digger in the group of strong iron knights, "We have won!" He said excitedly.

The old knight didn't have any scars on his body, and he also saw Atria, and Digellama walked over, and then showed a sneer, "Yes, but why don't I think so." ”

Atria was stunned for a moment, and then he felt that the atmosphere around him seemed to be a little unusual, and the knights after the battle did not relax, but were still nervously preparing for battle, as if facing some extreme danger, the string that was tight in his heart was about to be triggered.

With his sight and intuition, Atria quickly saw a new enemy in the direction of the knights' vigilance, the same group of black-pressed ghouls. They wielded all sorts of strange weapons, writhed their shapeless bodies, and rushed towards them like a tidal wave.

Those experienced knights had long since honed an instinct on the battlefield. They were able to perceive if the real danger had gone, and it was clear that they had not really won after defeating a wave of ghouls, only Atria had foolishly thought they had won.

And the group of ghouls they crushed...... Was it really defeated......

Patting the horse's back, Diggle slowly walked past Atria with his horse's belly, and said slowly as he passed by Atria's side. "Look, what I'm talking about."

The corners of Atria's mouth twitched, and he didn't speak. He felt that he needed to conserve his strength, and he now knew that the condition of his body was clear in his heart, and Atria did not have much strength. But he still has a lot of energy. A young knight after all.

It's just that he just rushed too hard, which made him feel a little too consumed, as long as he rested for a while, he could recover and continue fighting.

Now is the time for him to be weak, the group of ghouls has pressed forward, but Atria knows that he can't give up, the most taboo on the battlefield is to give up, maybe being injured and falling off the horse is just a chance to die. But if you give up, death will definitely follow.

The knights around him had already drawn their swords and prepared to fight. Atria burned again at the sound of swords colliding, "It's just a bunch of corpses." He puffed himself on, "Nothing to be afraid of. ”

As Diggle had said before, Atria was alone, and although he was surrounded by armed knights in armor, it didn't give him the slightest sense of security.

But so what, Atria is confident of another victory.

Soon, he felt that his whole body was full of energy, not to mention, the energy of young people is vigorous.

I don't know when, snowflakes drifted in the sky, and the cold of winter swept in an instant, and after a while, it turned into palm-sized patches of snow.

Snowflakes fell on Atria's shoulders and soon built up a thick layer.

The icy snow melted and flowed down his metal armor into the lining, wetting his clothes, the dampness that made Atria shiver unconsciously, but was quickly evaporated by the astonishing heat emanating from his body.

In this backward world, it is not uncommon for such a heavy snowfall to easily kill ordinary civilians and their families, and it is not uncommon for them to die in their sleep after a cold attack without adequate food and clothing, and even barren villages are buried entirely.

But for the knights, the cold is a small thing, unless it is a long winter, otherwise with the abundant physical strength of the nutrients supplemented by their food, the cold will not affect them at all.

However, the sudden cold snap still made Atria shiver and calmed his heart, and he clenched the weapon in his hand, which was the only thing he could rely on at this time.

The knights were clearly aware of the enemy that was gradually appearing, and for a moment the clashing of weapons and the neighing of warhorses were endless.

They turned their horses' heads and adjusted their formation, trying to prepare for another charge before the enemy arrived, but the fog that appeared as the snowflakes filled them blocked their view, creating natural cover for the ghouls' attack.

Not to be outdone, Atria adjusted himself to the best and blended in with the cavalry, but dropped himself back a little bit so that he would be under much less pressure.

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Loud voices rang out again from all corners of the cavalry ranks, and the chaotic ranks immediately became quiet again, and the previous stormtrooping knights did not lose much, and almost bloodless were the ones that shocked the ghoul ranks.

Nothing could hold back the cavalry's charge, and anyone under the cavalry's iron cavalry would be crushed to powder.

But...... There are no cavalry charges.

"They're coming! Surround Charge! There was a sound of alarm in the ranks, and then the cavalry began to move again, and the horses jogged two paces, and then quickly picked up speed in an instant under the urging of the knights.

It's just that the time and distance given to them are too short, and their speed is far from reaching the extreme, let alone rushing into the enemy group in one go, I am afraid that after knocking one or two enemies in front, the war horse will lose its stamina.

The enemy is already in front of him, and it is obviously impossible to avoid it without fighting. But it doesn't mean that the knights have to fight these corpses head-to-head.

The advantage of cavalry is in their speed, their impact, give up this advantage and do not use it. It's just too unwise.

As the fog cleared, a tall, rotting figure emerged from it, followed by a second, a third, and one after another ghouls like ghosts coming out of the dead sea, carrying worn-out weapons and supporting broken bodies, and constantly surging towards the knights.

It's like a nest of chaos full of death.

But at this time. The high voice suddenly resounded in the cavalry, "Disperse! He yelled.

I saw that the knights surged in an instant, retreating to both sides like a tide. Crossing in front of the ghouls, the knights used their super-high speed advantage to leave them far behind in the face of the draugr's frenzied pounce. In a moment's time, he stuck to the ghoul's side to complete a split roundabout.

The knight in the charging state is the most powerful knight. The knight wielding a long sword on horseback was, at best, a strong warrior sitting tall.

The knights were nimble dancers, maneuvering their closest companions with ease, accelerating one rapid return after another, brushing the ghouls' weapons and slashing the heads of the fastest ghouls who were in a hurry to die.

They will complete a detour ahead of them and then turn back again. Rush into the horde of ghouls and smash them into disarray. Just like I did before.

The other cavalry not far away did the same, and with the exception of those noble privateers, who were numerous, and made a more dense and terrifying charge, most of the cavalry kept passing through, storming, gouging through the ghoul nests, and then passing through again.

The cavalry was like a long dragon wandering between heaven and earth, pulling out a long black trail in the forest, this trail represented death, represented life, and after it, no creature could resist.

With the exception of a handful of unlucky knights who were surrounded by ghouls and caught up in a bitter battle, most of the knights seemed to be at ease.

They had already learned that these ghouls were resurrected from the corpses of once dead warriors before they came to the battlefield, so in addition to destroying the ghouls, the more important thing for them was to protect themselves, but now it seems that the number of deaths of the knights is not much, which they did well.

The corners of Atria's mouth unconsciously hooked a smile, although it was only a glimpse, but in his head there were many things that had been analyzed, this is a knight's necessary battlefield analysis ability, it seems that the final victory will belong to the human race, and the honor belongs to them.

But just as Atria was immersed in his beautiful victory hymn, he suddenly heard an unusual sound.

Because Atria was hanging at the end of the line, he wasn't too far away from the onrushing ghouls, and he was also close to the battlefield before.

When he heard the clicking sound behind him, like a broken bone, he subconsciously looked back, and then saw the scene that frightened him.

The remains of the ghouls, crushed by them and crushed by the cavalry, seemed to move, and then one of the ghouls stood up, followed by a second, and then a third, and a fourth...... With a rattling sound, in a burst of twisting muscles and a crunch of bones, the downed ghouls stood up again.

It was as if they had come back to life, as if they had never been crushed, only this time, they had no heads, only bare necks and shoulders.

At this moment, Atria only felt a chill in his heart......

"Why haven't the scouts come back yet?" On the other hand, Sir Herens and a group of noble generals were not idle, and they also rushed out with their own personal guards.

Although they are not on the front line, they still defeat a large number of ghouls, and the knight high-level generals themselves represent a symbol of the level of force, and they often rush to the front line in small-scale battles, and only large-scale battles require them to command to the end, and they will stay in the middle army.

But because of this, Hellens soon noticed that something was wrong.

"These disgusting guys." When Herrens noticed once again that a ghoul he had cut down was staggering to his feet, he finally cursed.

Before he came here, he knew that ghouls were difficult to kill, and some scholars even told him that ghouls were difficult to destroy if they were not burned with flames, and he didn't understand it at first, but now that he knew, he didn't expect ghouls to be so difficult to entangle.

With a few swings of the long sword, Herrens severed all the limbs of a ghoul in front of him, and he lost his mobility and fell to the ground, but he still tried to move in the direction of Herens, but unfortunately there was no longer any threat.

This situation made Herens's face extremely ugly, which meant that in order to win, the ghouls would need to be destroyed to the point where they could not move, which would cause huge casualties to the knights.

In particular, his face was even more ugly when he saw a ghoul that had lost its upper body, but was still trying to jump, poking its exposed vertebrae into the armor of some hapless guy.

The cavalry's charge is indeed refreshing, who cares what damage is inflicted on the enemy when charging alone, often after a savage collision of the war horse, just pretending to be a fracture of the ghouls, at most some bone shelves are scattered and scattered, but this pair of ghouls is nothing at all, and even if they are missing limbs and legs, they can still be alive.

And it was true, and while Herrens was muttering curses and was at a loss, Atria was already in the middle of a tough battle......

"Die for me!" Atria swung his sword and slashed several of the ghouls that lunged at him in an attempt to pull him off his horse, smashing the sword against their hard bones, sending Atria's hands numb.

And he was very worried about how long his long sword could last under such a high-intensity collision, he was here to kill, not to chop bones.

But he had to do it, because Atria obviously knew what would happen when he was dragged off his horse, and he had witnessed several of the surrounding knights being dragged off their horses by the ghouls, and then they were immediately confronted with a multiplier of ghouls, who surrounded him, and tore the knights to pieces almost instantly, and even became a luxury to be one of them.

By this time, Atria had learned about the difficulty of ghouls, and if they did not destroy their mobility, they would always stand up.

It was useless to just cut off the head, and the knights made great sacrifices to know this.

After they had detoured past the ghouls' flanks, they immediately rushed back with greater speed, and then, with an indomitable impact, they once again smashed the ghoul team to pieces.

Unfortunately, unaware that the ghouls they had initially crushed had already risen, they crashed headlong into the dense horde of ghouls, and in the face of nearly double the number of ghouls, the knights were immediately caught in the middle of it and fell into a bitter battle. (To be continued.) )