Chapter 40 How many steps does it take to kill a Sequence 5 Extraordinary?
"Lance, come forward!"
Some officers of the clan alliance shouted in vain. Their soldiers could not hear the curses of their officers at all. Their ears were filled with screams like the earth was shattering. In front of them were the broken troops and the cavalry with brilliant armors splashing like spray and foam.
The orc spearmen who were temporarily pushed up to resist were in a mess. No one wanted to stand in front, and they were pushing each other and became a mess.
Griffith and his cavalry first rushed into the sea and broke through the enemy's front line; after crushing the first batch of enemies, they did not continue to charge into the formation, but brushed past the edge of the enemy's queue like a whirlwind, driving the defeated troops to attack other directions.
Arrays and queues.
Accompanied by the roaring iron hooves, the thick defense line was first penetrated from the rear, and then festered, letting out an unbearable groan of devastation, and there were screams and roars everywhere.
Manggrus tried his best to return to the rear and meet the cavalry in person. If he were to resist, this armored cavalry would definitely not be able to destroy his army so wantonly. But the human girl he was fighting with kept pestering him.
He even called in more experts to restrict his movements.
The warlord was dragged on the front line and watched as the armored cavalry swept through half of the army and broke out of the sea of people. The leading knight had wings on his back and wore a dark gold helmet. He waved the flag on his lance, and the cavalry followed.
The flag rotates on its axis.
"Come closer to me!"
The elite cavalry immediately regrouped under Griffith's gun banner and formed a dense formation.
On the vast battlefield, thousands of pairs of eyes watched Griffith turn his axis, and there was a commotion in all places facing the wall; Beyeland's soldiers raised their weapons and cheered at the cavalry, even if they were attacked by Griffith.
Just one look at it will make you feel endless power boiling in your chest.
The cavalry in the battle line looked at the chaotic enemy formation in front of them with disdain. As long as you point the flag, even hell will be knocked away for you.
"Counterattack, warriors," Manggulus pointed at a commander not far away, "Lu Nan, you lead them."
As soon as he finished speaking, Krista came at her with a flag gun. The warlord attacked head-on with her shoulders and shoulder armor. Although his strength was much stronger than Krista's, at this time he had no intention of fighting on the front line and only thought about
Restore the organization of the army.
The orc leader heard the commander's order and immediately retreated from the fierce battle on the front line. As he broke through, he shouted, summoning the warriors to move closer to him. He had already seen that more human infantry had rushed across the stone bridge and were approaching him from both sides.
The troops surrounded them. A group of soldiers heard the orders of the governor and commander and tried to gather and stabilize the formation.
Galadia watched the battlefield under the cover of heavy guards. She first saw that her guardian knights had defeated nearly half of the enemies, and then discovered that the powerful warlord was getting rid of the obstruction of Krista, druids and infantry.
Exit the front line.
She tapped the laurel crown on her head and sent a one-to-one message to the ranger captain:
"Harandil."
"At your disposal, miss." The ranger captain was shooting with his men the enemy warriors who were trying to organize themselves. Suddenly a thought was transmitted to him through his helmet. The half-elf ranger immediately drew out a silver armor-piercing arrow and summoned
Several of his subordinates used their bodies to build a ladder so that he could look over the battlefield.
Galadia locked the position of the warlord and reminded the ranger with her silent will:
"Snipe the enemy general."
The elf lady pulled out a light green arrow from the quiver. This arrow was completely different from all the feather arrows and armor-piercing arrows of the tribe. There was no metal arrow or tail feathers, but a slender and delicate branch. On the branch
It is still producing buds, blooming stamens, and then withering, and the cycle continues.
Galadia took a deep breath, picked up the strong bow like the fluttering wings of a phoenix, and aimed at the warlord's right knee, avoiding the tightly protected upper body, which was also a vulnerable and critical part. Her mind was as calm as a forest.
Jian Xiaolu's intimate aura was covered up by the bleak autumn wind, and his bright eyes were like morning stars.
Harandil attached a gleaming silver armor-piercing heavy arrow to the bow string. Half of the rangers under his command also stopped shooting the enemy troops, and bent their bows directly at the warlord, holding their breath and waiting for the order.
Manggulus was trying to break out from the crowd to resume command when he suddenly felt himself wrapped in a chilling aura. On the chaotic battlefield, he sensed two powerful and dangerous auras biting his path from different directions.
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Galadia and Harandil took action.
First, a shower of silver arrows fell to the ground like three thousand stars. The soldiers around the warlord suddenly fell. He swung his battle ax, whistling like the wind, and the dense rain of arrows was separated from the edge of the battle ax and fell to the ground.
However, the light green and silver arrows in this rain of arrows penetrated the wind-like defense. The first silver arrow hit the warlord's leg armor, tearing a crack there. The second light green arrow directly
It penetrated the leg armor from the gap and penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood.
Manggrusitong's whole body trembled. He roared, raised his battle ax and struck at the light green arrow on his leg. Under the heavy blow of the big ax that broke through the mountains and rocks, the arrow actually bent like a soft wicker.
It broke, and then bounced back without any damage.
This snap made the orc warlord kneel to the ground in pain. He even felt that this thin willow-like arrow was actually taking root in his flesh and blood, sucking out his vitality to nourish himself. The buds on the arrow shaft also
It no longer withers, but blossoms into a small red flower like a mockery.
At the same time, Griffith immediately discovered that the enemy was regrouping.
"assault!"
Following his order, the cavalry launched another landslide-like assault, crashing head-on into the gathering enemy troops. The wavering and sparse battle line shattered again in the blink of an eye, and the orc warriors who dared to attack flew out one after another, landing on the ground.
They were already dead when they were on the ground. Their internal organs and bones were crushed and squeezed out of their mouths.
Thousands of warriors were swept and hunted by less than two hundred cavalry. Countless orcs, trolls, orcs, and ogre warriors were knocked down in the chaos, trampled to death or knocked into the air, covered in blood and internal organs.
Flying everywhere.
The soldiers who had not been attacked yet had their livers and gallbladder broken, and with a huff, they turned around and ran towards the center of the orc army.
Manggrus half-knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as the commander and his troops were overwhelmed by the human wall. In the blink of an eye, the commander's head was already hanging on the saddle of the leading knight.
The ogre warriors have begun a chaotic retreat. The warriors were killed and injured in a mess, and the corpses were spread all over the camp. The human shield wall moved again, pressing the enemies in front of them and slowly retreating. Every meter was paved with a large number of dead corpses. The originally dense
The battlefield gradually became looser.
The increasingly desperate Clan Alliance soldiers brandished their weapons and attacked the shield array that was advancing like a wall. But more human reinforcements crossed the stone bridge and could even free up their hands to divide the enemy's position and surround the warriors with walls and shields.
, attacking with swords and spears.
Another warrior fell, and the Orc troops suddenly reached the critical point and began to flee in all directions. The army of two to three thousand people was shattered on the spot. Even the brave and determined warriors felt that the situation was lost and they ran wildly towards the east.
Warlord Manggulus had to break through for a distance under the cover of his guards, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him. He saw humans surrounding him on both sides, and even the fierce cavalry was charging towards him.
Come.
"Kill Mangurus!"
"The person who takes the head of the warlord will be knighted!"
All the soldiers on the battlefield noticed the enemy generals who were breaking through, rushing in from all directions.
Griffith gathered his cavalry, even sparing some of the fleeing defeated soldiers, and took advantage of the situation to launch an all-out attack on the governor.
The powerful orc endured the severe pain in his right knee and struggled to get up from the ground. He sniffed, took out a bag of throwing spears from his back, and pinched a spear with his thick fingers.
Flames rolled on the tip of Manggrus's spear. He aimed at an armored cavalry in front and threw a spear. Before the cavalry could react, the sharp iron spear penetrated his chest, killing them all in a rain of broken iron and blood.
He hit another light cavalryman behind him.
The iron spear in the hand of the orc warlord fired seven shots in a row, each shot piercing the armored cavalry charging towards him, and also taking away the light cavalry or dragoons behind him.
7 spears killed 14 people, including 2 knights and 4 sergeants!
Griffith suddenly discovered that the cavalry around him had disintegrated in an instant. Broken breastplates, banners, fallen cavalry, and horses were everywhere. The knights and trainee knights who had been temporarily incorporated into the squadron had their livers broken and fled away one after another.
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Griffith gritted his teeth and stabbed Mangurus in the left rib. The sharp blood spines pierced the heavy armor, opened up a large piece of bone and flesh, and tore a shocking hole in the governor's body.
"Spread out and attack the enemy infantry." Griffith glanced at the fallen cavalry heartbrokenly, sent the rest of his men away, and carefully circled back, waiting for the large group of infantry to gather, as if a pack of wolves were hunting a wounded lion.
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There was an indescribable strange smell in the air. This feeling felt familiar to Griffith, but he couldn't explain it clearly.
He vaguely heard the phantom sound of withering and withering grass and trees. The blood on the ground had turned into a stream, and at this time it actually showed a strange phenomenon of steaming, as if a giant beast was sucking.
Manggulus supported himself with a broken gun, and his fervent and ferocious aura still made people dare not look directly at him. It was obvious that he was at the end of his rope, but there was still a feeling that he controlled life and death.
The warlord said to the knight in front of him:
"I am Mangurus Bloodaxe, the commander of the Tierne Front and the warchief's most ferocious fighter."
Griffith was summoning the Beyonders in the army to come over for support. Suddenly, the pupils in his eyes dilated.
Many of the cavalry and infantry who came to surround Manggulus were extraordinary people, or warriors holding mysterious items. After they started fighting, they blessed themselves with different buffs. Even Gerry
Faith has the blessings from Krista.
Some spellcasters in the army are casting spells. Although they cannot directly act on the battlefield where blood is surging, they can still assist the army in trapping the enemy's remaining soldiers or detecting nearby situations under certain conditions.
But at this moment, everyone within two hundred steps of Manggrus noticed the same thing. The blessings and enhancements blessed on them disappeared one after another. Even their physical strength and courage began to fail, giving rise to timid thoughts.
The effect of mysterious items is also rapidly weakening.
An illusory living creature came from the void riding a huge black horse and appeared behind Mangurus. He held a scale in his hand, which was filled with wheat, wine pots and flesh.
echoed in his mind.
Somewhere in the dark, Griffith sensed an indescribable anomaly. He was gripped by fear, as if he saw an illusion of the withered earth, withered vegetation and countless corpses. On the surging battlefield, the hot vitality seemed to be swept by a whirlpool.
It is devouring and shrinking at an alarming rate.
Ah, this is it!?
The strong orc licked his lips and stared at the knight in front:
"I am a knight who sings about desolation, enjoys desolation, and dominates desolation."
His wounds were healing rapidly, and his enemies were declining at a speed visible to the naked eye. The warlord who was left alone stepped forward, as if the world was free for him to gallop around, and asked with a ferocious smile:
"Knight, what is your name?"
Griffith was timid and wavered for a moment. He knew the strength and authority of the enemy, and realized that he was facing an enhanced version of Rana's enhanced version, the Sequence 5 Desolation Knight of the Extraordinary Path "Desolation".
His throat was very dry, and he could only whimper in fear when he spoke. However, the surging blood seemed to be greatly provoked and began to surge desperately. A voice told him:
"Kill him, kill him, the best sacrifice, the perfect ceremony!
"Let him know that war is the most terrifying disaster!"
The blood thorns were also vibrating violently, and they were so excited that something seemed to break through the restraints and burst out:
"Our time has come! Ritual, this is our ritual, designated by you! Tell these reckless men what war is and what means are!"
Griffith calmed down. After a brief wavering, he recognized the situation again, was no longer afraid, and even wanted to laugh:
"I am Commander Griffith, Level 2 Assault Squadron."
"Oh, that's very good, young man." The warlord adjusted his armor and put on his helmet. "Do you think you can take the life of the blood-axe warlord? Come on, let me give you some advice."
Griffith unfolded all the shields and raised the blood spines towards the warlord:
"Your Majesty the Governor, your strongest strength is your loyal and brave warriors. I used the right and odd method to deprive you of your wings.
"The ranger shot you in the right leg, weakening your speed.
"The shot just now penetrated the left rib. Now you are just a bleeding beast."
"Haha," Manggulus held the ax in his hand and estimated the distance between himself and the would-be knight, "Old dogs also have a few teeth, and bleeding beasts can also eat people. Come on, little guy, let me see
Let’s see if you have the courage to face a bloody axe, or do you only dare to challenge me if I call ten or a hundred of my minions?”
Griffith chuckled and pulled the reins:
"I disdain the bravery of a man in a one-on-one fight.
"I am firmly opposed to such untechnical things as hitting one out of ten or one out of a hundred."
As he spoke, he shook his lance. As the small flag on the gun barrel waved, densely packed armored heavy infantry and pikemen came in formation.
Thousands of soldiers marched in like a wall, and the sound of their uniform footsteps was like rolling thunder, making the earth tremble. They were fully armored, their military appearance was neat, and their murderous aura was as high as the sky. They stopped approaching when they were a hundred paces away.
A shield wall was raised to surround the injured extraordinary superintendent's army, and the gleaming spears and spears were displayed.
Manggrus's face turned pale, his teeth were clenching, and his meridians almost burst out of his flesh. He wanted to rush over and chop the knight, but was forced back by a hail of spears.
Griffith retreated to the back of the military formation, asked Krista to cover him, asked Galadia and the rangers to support him, and quickly summoned Nona and Cruella. Then, he shouted to the angry governor
call out:
“My favorite thing is to crush one of a thousand people, or crush one of ten thousand people, which is very technical.
"I killed all your men, and then mobilized so many people to beat you. Isn't it a very technical thing?"
He roared and felt that he was very strong. He pulled out Han Guang and pointed forward:
"Soldiers of Bayeran!
"Kill him!"
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In today's battle, if the Governor Manggulus is not killed, even if the clan alliance army here is completely annihilated, it will not be considered a complete victory. The Tierne Front Army still has a considerable number of troops that have not been concentrated. If the Governor is allowed to escape, the next
Finding such a fighter plane again will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Only by killing a general-level commander of the front army can it be possible to completely disrupt the clan alliance's offensive and buy time for Beyelan's main army to arrive.
Otherwise, the war will continue to simmer, and Odessa and Prince Commodus may take unpredictable actions during the fierce battle, giving the forces who resurrected Krista room to make plans.
However, Mangurus Bloodaxe is the warlord and front commander of the orcs, and his status is comparable to the leader of Maximus. They are not only outstanding commanders, they are probably also powerful extraordinary beings. After all, reaching them
With such a high position as the Lord of Arms, it is not difficult to obtain the magic potions and knowledge needed to become a transcendent. As long as they are not locked in the path of promotion, they will almost certainly be able to become a transcendent, and even have the potential to reach the status of demigod.
level possibility.
Facing such a powerful enemy, artillery should be able to effectively kill, but it is difficult to hit. For today's battle, in order to be able to effectively kill a general of the same specifications as Maximus, Griffith prepared several layers of killing moves.
First, break the formation with a powerful cavalry assault, defeat the clan alliance's army with a condescending surprise attack, strip off Mangurus' wings, and look for opportunities to kill him.
Followed by thousands of troops composed of heavy infantry, light infantry and artillery of the Berimion Battle Group.
The third is Harandil's Ranger Squadron. These half-elf archers are sharp and experienced hunters, almost tailor-made for encircling and killing strong men.
Fourth, Sonia, the noble wizards headed by Berthier and a large number of Extraordinaries. Once the enemy troops are defeated, they can gather together. With so many people besieging an Extraordinary, there should still be a chance of winning.
The fifth one is Galadia and Krista. One of them is a dual-attribute extraordinary person with the magic eye, and the other has the power of a saint. They both have the strength of almost extraordinary people. Moreover, they each control the treasure phantom. When appropriate,
With his cooperation, even the demigod-level Behemoth can be injured.
If such a large amount of combat power and resources cannot be defeated, Griffith can only use the power of the bone ring. Of course, the living corpse cannot kill the warlord with one blow, but after the previous battle, he can only use the power of the bone ring.
The hordes of corpses are constantly chasing and bleeding, and even demigods will perish here.
In fact, many of these methods are not used at all.
The main force of the enemy had been routed. Berthier and Rien took part of the army to pursue them, while others gathered from all sides and surrounded the governor's army.
Manggulus held two battle axes, the diameter of the ax blade was more than a foot. With one swing of the ax, he cut off more than ten spears. The sharp and heavy battle ax not only shattered swords, but also cut through shields and armor, and even
Flesh and bones can be smashed and dented.
He frantically sucked in the mysterious and life force on the battlefield, turning them into his own endless power, roaring and wielding his double ax to chop randomly. The densely packed spearmen fought back one after another, raising their armor-piercing spears to attack him.
His body was stabbed randomly. The almost violent warlord endured the severe pain he was accustomed to and jumped into the middle of a group of infantrymen, tearing them all to pieces. However, the serious injury on his knee worsened with this jump.
The warlord felt his feet weaken and fell to his knees again.
The two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and the warlord's double axes got stuck in the armor of the corpse and could not be pulled out. He grabbed the corpse and swept across it, killing dozens more people. Harandil and his rangers did not dare to approach, and only surrounded them from a distance.
The resident governor's sniper fire was like a shower of arrows. The densely packed arrows penetrated the orc's skin and flesh, embedded in his muscles and bones, and caused the blood to bleed like a pool of blood.
The swarming spearmen raised their spears and rushed forward with another round of stabs. After a while, the heavy armor on the warlord's body was shattered into powder, and his body was injured in dozens of places, dripping with blood. He was like a crazy beast.
He grabbed two spears and swept them across, killing rows of spearmen, and chopped off more than a dozen thrusting spears.
The desperate warlord stood in the wind, motionless. The Bejelan troops who besieged him were frightened, and for a while they did not even dare to move forward.
Manggrus knelt down on the ground, gasping for air while covering the wounds that were as dense as a sieve, and then laughed: "Hahaha, among the Beyelan rats, who else dares to come and kill me!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of wheels, and the dense sea of people and guns retreated. Then, he saw the soldiers on one side retreating with a roar and hiding far away.
Do the Beyelan gang want to let me go?
He looked to the other side and saw a group of unarmored men pushing a cannon on a two-wheeled gun mount a hundred steps away from him, pointing a black iron pipe at him.
A lieutenant, several warrant officers, and many sergeants were busy in his field of vision, and then shouted:
"Double shotgun! Full salvo from the whole artillery team!"