The Original Vampire

The snow stopped abruptly when the first rays of dawn fell on the ice sheet.

Colin, who was dozing off, felt that someone beside him was pushing him.

"What's the matter? Are you going to start fighting?" Colin instantly sobered up.

"right!"

Earl Dawson next to him looked resolute and looked ahead.

At the same time, the messenger ran back and forth in the army, passing the order of the marquis:

"The whole army is on horseback, ready to fight!"

Following this order, the black cavalry gradually woke up.

The soldiers began to check their armor, harnesses, and weapons, and then, at the urging of the officer, mounted their horses and set up a formation.

As the sky was getting brighter, rows of cavalry in black armor were already lined up on the ice field.

The aura of slaughter began to spread in the army formation, and a faint bloodshot slowly appeared in each pair of eyes.

All the tiredness and coldness disappeared at this moment.

The rest, only the surging blood, and the tyrannical emotions that cannot be concealed.

In the meantime, Colin was also involuntarily infected by this atmosphere, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his reason had gradually subsided at this moment.

An impulse that is rooted in the blood of all living things, the most primitive and bloody, begins to erupt.

At this moment, he suddenly understood, what is the real teacher of tigers and wolves, the invincible teacher!

The troll camp opposite was still as quiet as ever. They didn't even know that the scythe of the god of death had come quietly, and it was almost reaching their necks.

In the black cavalry, everyone's eyes turned to the location of the black lion flag.

He stared at the figure of the man under the flag.

Like countless times before, there was no exciting pre-war speech. I saw Marquis Garcia slowly draw out the saber from his waist, hold it high above his head, and suddenly pointed forward!

In an instant, a low horn sounded.

"Ugh-"

The army began to move forward.

First jog slowly, then gradually accelerate, and finally enter the state of galloping charge at a suitable distance.

As the Northern Territory, it can even be said to be the most elite cavalry of the Radiance Empire. This fighting rhythm has been thoroughly integrated into the blood of every Black Cavalry soldier, and it does not even need the generals to command too much.

The rumbling sound of hooves echoed on the icefield, and finally became the only sound between heaven and earth!

At this time, the troll was finally alarmed.

But most trolls haven't even fully woken up from their sleep.

Even if he wakes up, he still hasn't had time to eat breakfast, let alone weapons and armor.

Countless trolls ran out of the camp in a panic, roaring indiscriminately, and asking their fellow bewildered companions what happened.

The commander of the wolf cavalry, General Quick, also woke up from his dream and immediately realized that something was wrong.

As soon as he rushed out of the tent with a knife, he saw a guard rushing over with a look of panic: "General, it's not good! The enemy, the enemy has killed him!"

Quick kicked the guard over with one foot, then jumped on the back of his wolf rider and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then, his eyes widened to the extreme in an instant, almost cracking.

Because he found that the cavalry, a lot of cavalry, were killing them!

Quick's first reaction was impossible.

He has led troops to fight for so many years, and he has never let so many cavalry rush to such a close distance before he realizes it.

Such a strange thing almost overturned his cognition.

But the next moment, Quick put all the incredible aside.

Because, he had already seen the black lion flag fluttering in the wind.

Black Cavalry!

In an instant, the blood in Quick's whole body coagulated.

He suddenly calmed down.

As if at this moment,

The wolf cavalry leader had foreseen an inescapable fate.

The light in his eyes disappeared completely, leaving only a deep silence like death.

Quick immediately grabbed the collar of a guard and roared:

"You immediately lead a group of wolf cavalry to run to the southwest! Run all the way, don't look back! No matter what, you must inform His Highness Gumbeek that the black cavalry army is coming!"

"Then, that general, you..."

The guards are still hesitating, but Quick has pushed him far away: "Get out, get out of here!"

Afterwards, Quick pulled out his machete and rushed towards the direction of the Black Cavalry without hesitation.

The desolate horn finally sounded from the troll camp.

In such a voice, as the most elite warriors in the troll clan, although these wolf cavalry were caught off guard, they were still quickly organized under the leadership of Quick to prepare for the upcoming battle.

But, it's still too late.

The wolf cavalry didn't have time to accelerate, and found that the black cavalry's forward had already crossed this not too far distance and rushed to them.

The murderous human cavalrymen raised their steel knives diagonally, like a surging silver wave under the sunlight in the morning.

Then, this turbulent wave rushed over the troll's camp in an instant, bringing with it blood spraying from the sky and stump limbs flying everywhere.

Quick roared hoarsely, trying to maintain the loose formation so that it wouldn't be completely overwhelmed.

At the same time, he also gathered a group of wolf cavalry soldiers and ran in the direction away from the black cavalry army.

This is not escape.

The moment he saw the black lion flag, Quick was ready to die.

To die in the hands of Marquis Garcia, Quick did not feel humiliated, but rather honored.

But he still has some regrets.

Because he felt that he was not ready.

Even if he loses, he hopes to play the most powerful offensive and let Marquis Garcia know how powerful he is.

He understands that when cavalry fights, the most important thing is speed.

Speed ​​requires distance.

Therefore, he planned to lead the army to run in the opposite direction, and after a certain distance, he would wait for an opportunity to recoil.

This is indeed the most sensible move.

But unfortunately, the Black Cavalry would not give him this chance.

In this battle, the troll wolf cavalry are destined to be extremely aggrieved.

Their number is actually more than the black cavalry, but they have already lost the opportunity.

The flag that kept shaking in Quake's hands and the conspicuous armor on his body were quickly targeted by the black cavalry.

The speed of his running back was not slow, but in front of the Black Cavalry cavalry who had already entered a state of rapid charge, it was still terribly slow.

A team of black cavalry arrived in an instant and surrounded Quick.

The turbulent light of the sword roared, and there was no fair duel at all.

Here is the battlefield of life and death, and chivalry has no room for survival here.

As a fifth-order warrior, Quick is also a well-known master in the troll family.

But no matter how powerful the master is, he can't stand the siege of the army.

What's more, there are also many high-level knights in the black cavalry army.

After creating a terrifying record of killing hundreds of people, the wolf cavalry leader was finally cut off by a human knight.

With the break of the Quick Commander's flag, the troll wolf cavalry completely collapsed.

The black cavalry marched past, leaving corpses all over the ground and blood flowing everywhere.

It was a complete carnage.