Alien Knights

"My lord, the front line of our army has begun to collapse!"

The shouts of the guards made Fogar, who was standing there dumbfounded, wake up as if from a dream.

Seeing the soldiers being trampled by the heavy cavalry like weeds, Fogar threw his helmet to the ground with red eyes and punched himself hard on the cheek.

The natural bloodiness of the Ulster people finally restored his fighting spirit after a brief absence.

"Soldier! Shoot the arrows!" Vogal ordered loudly, while taking the weapon handed by the guards: "The supervising team stepped forward! Those who flinch, kill! Those who join the enemy, kill! Those who do not obey the order, kill!"

An arrow tied with a whistle rose into the air, making a sharp and piercing whistle.

Dozens of fleeing soldiers were beheaded on the battlefield. Their screams and blood immediately frightened all the retreating soldiers.

"Shame! Shame of Ulster!" Vogel rode forward, and shouted loudly to all the soldiers in the front line: "A thousand Ulster people were actually scared away by twenty-eight cavalrymen! Where's your courage? Where's your oath?! I see nothing but cowardice! From now on, whoever dares to take a step back, the whole family will be punished as surrender!"

After beheading the deserters and frightening people, the morale of the Ulster army gradually stabilized after some actions, and Fogar also began to turn his attention to the heavy cavalry in the formation.

This group of knights, who fell from the sky, launched an unheard of charge, actually pierced through three phalanxes, and was finally blocked in front of the coach's guard.

As the speed of the opponent's horses gradually decreased, the Ulster soldiers, driven by the officers, slowly surrounded the twenty-eight knights.

Staring at the group of knights trapped in the siege, Fogar waved his long sword and ordered to the messenger: "Archers! Aim at the horses of these cavalrymen! Get these bastards off their horses first!"

With the sound of the bowstring breaking through the air, arrows like locusts pierced into the horses' bodies, but to everyone's disappointment, these mounts only let out a few low whistles, and still stood where they were, and did not fall down.

Fogar was stunned for a moment, and then ordered again: "The archers back off! Prepare to throw the axe!"

The heavy infantry stepped forward, took out the throwing ax from his waist, and pointed the blade at the helpless knight.

To everyone's surprise, the twenty-eight knights threw their knight spears into the crowd, and after killing dozens of enemies, they dropped their shields.

Fogar's eyes widened, and he asked suspiciously, "What are they trying to do?!"

Next, a scene that stunned everyone happened.

Countless parasite limbs, like a spider's outstretched legs, got out from under the knight's armor, twisting and growing in mid-air.

The soldiers of Ulster were terrified by this horrible scene. Some even turned around and ran away regardless of the charge of defection; some fell to the ground, shouting the name of the gods.

"My gods! What kind of monsters are these guys...?" Fogar gasped, looking at the tentacles-like, densely packed parasite limbs in the air, then trembled all over, and ordered again: "You bastards! What are you still standing there for?! Hurry up and attack!"

Heavy throwing axes were hurled at the knights from the army of Ulster.

With the whistling sound of the ax in the air, the parasite limbs in mid-air began to rotate and swing non-stop. The two hit each other, making a dull metal impact sound. As a result, the parasite limbs blocked most of the throwing weapons. Occasionally, the Ulsters had one or two attacks that worked, but it only made the knight wobble on the horse, and the latter sat down again later.

After a round of ax throwing, the knights were unscathed.

Under the terrified gaze of the soldiers, the twenty-eight knights began to move.

They drove the horse forward slowly, and the twisted limbs in mid-air began to slowly tilt their angles, aiming the sharp bone spurs at the soldiers around them.

A keel limb suddenly thrust forward rapidly, this attack was as fast and deadly as a cobra attacking with its head raised, directly leaving a bloody hole the size of an egg in the chest of a heavy infantryman wearing chain armor.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third keel joints stabbed out one after another. Each stab took no more than half a second, but it could always accurately end a life.

As the speed of the horseshoe landing became faster and faster, the attack frequency of the parasite limbs on the knight became faster and faster. In the end, these spikes made of keels were like fully fired machine guns, harvesting all creatures within their attack range with lightning speed.

Ulster's army collapsed completely, and even the Overseer couldn't stop the fleeing soldiers.

To make matters worse, soldiers roared from far away on the battlefield. Two hundred gladiators ran out of the forest and ran towards the camp at full speed.

Dejected, Fogar put down the weapon in his hand, looked at the twenty-eight "Reapers" in front of him who were constantly harvesting their lives, and looked at the gladiators on the battlefield who were attacking the camp, and said helplessly to the messengers beside him: "Send the order, let all the troops disperse and flee the battlefield, and don't be eager to fight when encountering enemies. In short, if you can escape back, it counts as one..."

Just when Fogar completely lost his fighting spirit, the twenty-eight knights suddenly stopped attacking, and the gladiators on the battlefield also stopped running.

Everyone on the battlefield turned their eyes towards the Froststone camp in the distance. A thick black smoke rolled over the forest, and the flames could still be seen faintly.

Fogar was first surprised, then puzzled, and finally ecstatic.

"My ambush! My ambush came in handy!" Excited, he hugged the nearest guard and shouted excitedly: "Before this battle started, I ambushed thirty war beasts in the cave near the enemy's camp. After the battle started, I ordered them to attack the enemy's camp immediately with the sound of arrows. From this point of view, they have succeeded!"

The knights who stopped attacking were stunned for a moment, and finally, under the leadership of the leader, they slowly withdrew from the formation of the Ulster army.

After a fierce quarrel, the gladiators began to change direction and ran towards the Froststone Camp.

Seeing the heavy cavalry and gladiators who had given up attacking and gradually disappeared at the end of the battlefield, Fogar sat down in the mud regardless of his image, panting heavily, and said to the people around him with the trembling voice of the rest of his life: "It's too dangerous... It's too dangerous! If there is no ambush arranged in advance, those twenty-eight monsters can completely defeat us! I have never seen such a thing in my life..."

A commander came to his side and asked with concern: "My lord, what should we do next?"

"What else can I do?!" Fogar yelled with his eyes wide open, "Leave all the luggage! Everyone retreat to the kingdom as soon as possible! I need to report to the king..."

Before he finished speaking, someone in the army suddenly shouted: "Look over there! Those people seem to be our cavalry!"

"Our army's cavalry?!" Fogar stood up with a face full of doubts, shaking his head, and said strangely: "I remember their mission, it should be to assist in attacking the enemy's camp, why did they come here?"

Walking to the height of the camp, Fogar looked towards the edge of the battlefield. A light cavalry unit of about fifty people ran out of the forest at full speed and was rushing towards Ulster's camp.

These cavalrymen were waving their arms while running, and they were still shouting something loudly.

Listening to those indistinct voices from afar, Fogar asked the people around him in a daze, "What are those people shouting?"

The soldier with better hearing listened carefully for a while, and said to Fogar with some uncertainty: "My lord, they seem to be shouting... run away?"

"escape?!"

Before Fogar realized what was going on, a huge black figure knocked down countless trees, kicked up large snowflakes, rushed out of the forest, and entered everyone's field of vision.

A pitch-black giant crawling on the ground at high speed. Its head looks like a huge lizard with sharp edges, its limbs are sharp and strong iron claws, its tail is thick with spikes, and its whole body is covered with a layer of scales that seem to be made of steel.

"My God! What is that?!"

"From beginning to end, its total length may exceed seven meters!"

"Compared with it, those war horses are like putting wild dogs and lions together!"

There were bursts of exclamations in Ulster's army. Foggal frowned, and asked the guards suspiciously, "Is there such a war beast in our kingdom? Do you know it?"

Seeing everyone around shake their heads one after another, Fogal felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

Soon, his anxiety turned into reality.

The pitch-black monster stood up and opened its huge mouth. A "Frost Breath" with a diameter of more than 40 centimeters and a range of 15 meters sprayed out from its mouth, directly freezing the dozen or so cavalrymen who fell behind into ice sculptures.