In the early morning of the next day, Roy and everyone in White Rock City had already followed the caravan through the border of Ansos Province and entered the southwestern plain of Valen Province.
Once here, the road begins to become crowded and lively.
There was an endless stream of lords and armies coming from all over the empire to gather in the north of the province. Every small town they passed, and even the abandoned farms and fields on the roadside, were full of tents and full of carriages loaded with grain and grass. The soldiers who passed the order planned
Horses galloped on the muddy ground, and soldiers who had traveled a long distance sat in a mess on the hillside in a daze.
The heraldic flags of different lords were fluttering on the roofs of tents on the roadside. The sound of horns, the sound of people shouting and horses neighing, and the sounds of soldiers gathering for drills came and went.
On the road, horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts loaded with grain and grass are like a long queue. From time to time they get stuck in mud puddles. They can only be pushed forward and pushed forward. Not far away from the roadside, you can see overturned carriages with broken axles or simply falling apart.
On the roadside, the soldiers marching in formation were covered in mud and water, so dirty that they could no longer see their true colors.
The traffic in the northeastern part of the empire was already bad, and with the refugees heading south and the troops heading north, it was even more chaotic. It is said that some lords and their troops from the south have been stationed in the wasteland on the roadside for more than a month. It's not that they don't want to leave.
, but the road conditions really made it impossible for them to leave.
Some big lords and their powerful armies would unceremoniously seize the right of way on roads. Ordinary small lords, especially those who led hundreds of men, fell behind again and lost contact with their own lords.
The Baron, who doesn't even have a basic say here, is huddled on the roadside like a bunch of poor quails.
This reminded Roy of Paulabel.
If there had not been an invasion by the Feili people, if Baron Brian had not died, and if he was still in Borabel, then there might be a shadow of his little handyman in the tent on the roadside today. Or he might be squatting in the dirt.
Boil water by the stove, or carry fodder to take care of the horses of the few armed knights.
Now that I think about it, just two or three years ago, it felt like a lifetime ago.
Because the roads are muddy and narrow, road jockeying often happens.
Along the way, Roy has seen several fights that broke out because of fighting for the road. There were nobles from Ansos fighting with nobles from the Southwest Nobles United, some nobles from Prussia fighting with nobles from Saxony, and some from
The nobles from the plains of the imperial capital fought against the nobles from Sinasili.
Everyone speaks with different accents and wears different clothes, and they collide with each other like cockfighting, with fists flying and screams. The winners move forward proudly, while the losers swallow their anger and retreat.
However, following the caravan went smoothly.
The caravans that have been traveling on this road for a long time have already established good relationships with the lords along the way. They have specific channels and are considered to be the local snakes on this road. As long as the caravan stewards come forward and push a few Jin Lulang and whisper
After a few words, the guards of the lords along the way will find ways to let the caravan pass as quickly as possible.
For these local lords, especially for the Governor of Wallen Province, ensuring the flow of materials is far more important than dealing with the rags and rags of foreign noble lords.
It's just the early stage of the coalition's build-up, and the lords heading north are a mixed bag. They include everyone. Some landless lords bring twenty or thirty farmers with simple wooden spears and rags in rags to gather. I really don't know if they are here to resist the demons.
The tribesmen still come here to die, or they simply don’t have enough food to fight the autumn wind along the way.
At least before the coalition forces were officially assembled, these people had nothing to do with them, but the caravan was the artery of Valencia Province. Whether it was food, medicine, magic crystals, weapons and other supplies, they were all closely related to their survival.
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In the evening, the caravan stopped in a small town called Thorn Town. As usual, Roy entered the world of Judgment silently and began a day of practice.
In the Spear Spirit Realm, the battlefield is vast. Looking from a high place, one side of the battlefield is filled with demon cavalry from different races. The large and small cavalry formations are like black clouds, spreading out in the distance, with no end visible at a glance.
.On the other side, there is the lone gun spirit and Roy riding a living treasure following behind him.
Since the last time he was besieged by Sword Spirit and the others and completed the special training assessment, Roy's strength has stabilized at the Great Light Three Stars. In terms of combat power, relying on the domain and clones, it is enough to compete with ordinary holy domain experts.
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Therefore, training with the Spear Spirit has been put on the agenda.
The training started when he left Munich. During the day, Roy followed the Knights of the Southern Cross to learn horse riding skills and meticulously practiced knight tactics. At night, he would pass through the ruling passage and return to Austin.
In front of his castle of the undead, he practiced in the judgment circle established based on the power of the final battlefield.
Five days in the magic circle are equivalent to one day in the outside world.
This is the power transformed by the Judgment Array from the final battlefield that has been sealed for three hundred years and time has completely stopped passing. It is also Roy's most valuable resource at present.
Facing the invasion of demons, time is too precious for Roy.
If he hadn't borrowed the time to seal the final battlefield, even if he practiced doing nothing day and night, he would not have been able to complete the evolution of Judgment and solve the mystery of the final battlefield before the demons swept across the continent.
And these days, as it devours the abundant spiritual power accumulated for three hundred years in the final battlefield, the Lord of Judgment has become more powerful. Its giant sculpture standing in the center of the World of Judgment has become increasingly clear.
Roy could clearly feel that when he awakened the gun spirit, Judgment would begin its evolution again.
This makes Roy full of expectations. By then, not only will there be more exits for the space channel of the judgment, but also, the secret of the final battle will be revealed, getting closer and closer.
Spear spirit, sword spirit, staff spirit!
At this moment when mankind has been pushed to the edge of the cliff, they should all wake up.
However, my previous training with the Spear Spirit was not smooth.
Although Roy had watched the Gun Spirit fight countless times before the formal training, it was only when he actually followed the Gun Spirit into the tide of demons that he realized that the relationship between himself and the Gun Spirit was different.
What a huge difference.
In the swarm of enemies swarming in like a tide, the Gun Spirit was like a giant steel ship, breaking through the waves. And Roy, who was following behind, felt like a small sampan in the storm, being hit by every wave.
It sank as soon as it came over.
I can't keep up with my speed, my footwork, my marksmanship.
He could only be caught in a tight siege again and again in a hurry, and watched helplessly as the majestic back of the gun spirit was like a strong wind, blowing the enemies around him to stagger and then disappear.
Later, on the way from Munich to Dusha Town, after learning some knightly fighting skills from Farrington old knights such as Leng Jin who had experienced many battles, Roy gradually came to understand.
As a knight, only when you become one with your horse can you become a complete knight.
But in this form, the fighting style is very different from usual. Especially when the war horse charges, there is no retreat, no turning around with light body skills, no kicking, kicking, and sweeping under the feet during fighting.
, spin, short body, knee strike and other actions. Some are just charging forward at high speed and holding a lance in hand.
Humans have two legs, while horses have four legs. The gaits of the two are very different.
Therefore, a knight riding on a war horse must first adapt to the movements of the mount, so as to develop his own fighting habits on horseback. He knows which movements can be done and which movements cannot be done.
Different knights have different requirements in this regard when fighting.
For example, the terrain dragon has two anti-joint hind legs. Each step has a larger step and stronger impact, but the flexibility is slightly less. For example, the sand wolf, although it also has four limbs, has stronger jumping ability and can pounce and attack.
Bite is a completely different gait from that of a war horse.
And after you get used to the movements of the horse, and realize that the man and the horse are one, and you can do whatever you want while sitting on the horse, then the knight's battle formation charge training really begins.
Roy concluded during this period that there are two key points.
First, the knight's charge battle relies on speed and impact, which are fundamental. Therefore, some ordinary moves must be discarded no matter how reluctant they are.
Being concise and direct, focusing on speed and impact, is the key point of the knight's charge.
And secondly, it is also a charge, but it does not mean that you can only go straight and recklessly.
Although it seems that the gait of a war horse is unable to move and move vertically and horizontally as in ordinary foot combat, in fact, as long as one masters the skills of a knight, its flexibility is not even worse than that of ordinary foot combat!
The key lies in the lance in your hand!
Take the Spear Spirit as an example. When he charged into the enemy formation one man and one horse, on the surface, there were densely packed obstacles in front of him, row after row, layer by layer, endlessly. Many demon knights even risked their lives to stop them.
Cut him off, try to slow him down, block his way, get him entangled, slow him down!
But the gun spirit never stopped and refused to lose even a little bit of speed.
His lance turned into arc-shaped trajectories during the high-speed sprint, making his whole body like a meteor wrapped in a circular spear light.
Stab, sweep, pick, shock, shake...
If you don't let me pass, then I will use the lance in my hand to open a way. If you want to squeeze my space, then I will fly you, assassinate you, knock you away, and trample you under my feet.
Therefore, after careful observation, Roy found that no matter what time, the gun spirit was always empty.
The tidal wave of enemies was blocked outside the radius of his lance. The top of the arc drawn by the spear light was the explosive point of his power. Any opponent caught by this point would be shattered to pieces.
This is the secret of Gun Spirit's marksmanship!
In the distance, the horn sound of the demon cavalry charging in groups came again.
The earth shook, and the ferocious demons began to gallop, like an avalanche, overwhelming the sky. Smoke and dust rose into the sky, like black mountains rising from the ground, and strong winds roared in the face, making people suffocating.
As usual, the gun spirit also started to move.
He urged the horse to start trotting, with a calm expression on his face, and his burly body rose and fell with the horse. The sound of the lonely horse's hooves was like the careless drumbeat in the silent night.
Although there was no horn or the overwhelming noise, following him and looking at the majestic mountain-like back, Roy could only feel his blood rising.
He galloped to keep up!
Two people, two horses, and two guns, facing the tide of demons in this empty wasteland!
The war horse changed from small steps to long strides, from long strides to galloping. The horses' hooves rolled, the sound of the hooves became more and more urgent, and the enemy in front of them changed from a black line on the horizon to a huge tide right in front of them!
The wind howled in my ears.
Even though there were only two of them, and even though he knew that the Spear Spirit had not yet awakened, at this moment, Roy was already following the tradition of the knight.
With the wind and lightning, the last two hundred meters were instantly smoothed out, and he shouted loudly!