Barlow stood in front of the array, his eyes chasing the figure that turned into thunder and rose up, and his hand holding the long sword was slightly relaxed.

Master Norton is the most talented person he has ever seen. He has fought for many years. On the battlefield in the north and in the deserted forests in the west, he has seen countless young people with extraordinary talents, but none of them are as amazing as Master Norton.

Master Norton only needs a war to temper his mind and temper his character further, and he can become the top star of O'Saint Emma's personal force.

As the lightning shines, Barlow has seen the end of the castle: the raging thunder will ignore the insulator and rush through the bodies of every La Rochelle barbarian, electric them into coke.

The sword skills of Master Norton, who is comparable to the high-level forbidden curse of the atmosphere, no one survives wherever his sword intent goes!

From then on, even the history books will be engraved with the name of Norton Dailan, recording his thunder on November 14, 1441, and announced the opening of the demise of La Rochelle!

"Norton, Thunder Sword Saint!"

He raised his arms and shouted, and the soldiers behind him immediately reacted, raised their arms together, allowing the cheers of early celebration to resound throughout the foreign territory:

"Norton, Thunder Sword Saint!"

"Norton, Thunder Sword Saint!"

In the joy, the thunder that had accumulated momentum was about to explode, and it was about to baptize the castle in front!

The blue color fills everyone's sight.

It came from nowhere. With a strange whistling sound, it swept through the sky that had been illuminated by lightning like a locust, instantly eroding and swallowing it, and even the brightest light source had never been released.

The lightning disappeared.

After the blue swarmed past, it turned toward the sky, and in the blink of an eye it exceeded their sight. Only a hazy blue color was seen, blurring at the end of the sight.

In just one or three seconds, the lightning disappeared and the blue color disappeared.

The hands of the private troops of the Barlow and the Dailan family were still holding up in the air, and the cheers were still echoing, but the grand scene they had originally cheered for was blown away by the wind like a fart.

They were stiff in place, and after a few seconds, Barlow realized what was going on:

"Norton...Where is Mr. Norton?! Where has he gone? Who, who saw Mr. Norton!"

He suddenly grabbed a soldier beside him, whose expression was still stiff, and when he heard his questioning, he shook his head in a mute manner.

"waste!"

Barlow slapped the soldier in the face, thrust him away, and grabbed another soldier. Before he could speak, he heard the soldier behind him scream:

"Sir, above, above!"

He raised his head in surprise, but saw a ball of black stuff falling down with a bright red liquid. The soldiers behind him avoided and let the black slam the ground.

"Master Norton, it's Master Norton!"

The soldiers' screams completely tore open Barlow's psychological defense.

The heroic young man is destined to become the thunder and lightning sword saint whose reputation resounds throughout the entire Aosaint Emma. After being swept away by the strong wind, he smashed to the ground from a high altitude. Only from the fuzzy clothes between the flesh and blood, he can see that this is the future heir of the Dailan family.

"vomit!"

Several vomiting sounds came from the soldiers almost at the same time. Norton's miserable death exceeded the psychological endurance of many soldiers, making them unable to hold on at all.

"Don't vomit, don't vomit, raise my head!"

"Sentencer, go and notify the head of the family, go quickly, go quickly!"

Barlow held his mind and commanded loudly. The messenger was stunned for a few seconds before he realized and ran towards Barrel Dailan, who was pressing the formation behind him.

Barlow was still in shock. He couldn't think of who could kill Master Norton in an instant, and even his true body had not even shown up. What were those blue ones? Is it wind? The other party was a high-level mage in the atmospheric system? Could it be the high-level forbidden spell "The Destroyed Wind Swallow"? But can such a spell be completed instantly by a professional-level mage?

Could it be that the other party has... a superb mage who is in charge here?!

How is this possible!

"Sir, the enemy has rushed out of the city!"

He paniced and heard the soldiers' screams, and realized that he was still in the formation. Young Master Norton died, and he was the only commander.

He looked forward and saw that the gate of the castle had been opened, and figures were rushing out of the city in an orderly manner, forming a queue as he marched—

With extraordinary mages in charge, this team must be an elite force on standby in the rear to help Helia at any time. Even though the castle cannot be sufficient in size, the elite force will definitely be a dimensional reduction attack on the private army not led by itself!

What's more, the leader of our side was dead at this time, the morale of the army was unstable, and the other side had an extraordinary mage in charge!

"Master, change the terrain and delay their progress!"

"The entire army retreated in an orderly manner and met with the head of the family!"

He commanded loudly, and in the soldiers' array, several mages immediately raised their staff under the escort of the soldiers. After singing for a short time, the grass in front immediately changed into a large squatter of mud.

Although the Shrimp Spur is only a second-level earth-based spell, it is a necessary "war formation spell" for regular legions. By changing the terrain to mud, it can effectively limit the opponent's attack, especially against some heavy cavalry units, and even completely stagnate their charge.

They are still a certain distance from the Rock Fort, and under the restrictions of the Slow Swamp Technique, there is still enough time to retreat to the queue behind!

But Barlow's thoughts had just arrived here, and his mouth was so wide that it could be stuffed into a fist because of the scene in front of him.

"Danya is here, why can these barbarians of La Rochelle fly?!"

The Dailan family's private army, wearing wooden armor, thought it was already the fastest among the heavy armor defense troops. But at this moment, the La Rochelle people who were obviously wearing heavy armor were moving forward at a speed they could not imagine!

These La Rochelles seem to have no need to touch the ground, and they float forward almost against the ground, as if they are supported by the wind. The large piece of lag swamp technique set up by the mages has become a huge joke in front of such La Rochelles. They can even turn a flip in the air and easily cross the mud!

In just a few breaths, the group of La Rochelles had already rushed to their formation with their great swords!

Barlow's whole face was twitching. He had never seen such a posture for more than ten years, so he stuttered for a long time and could not give a single order. Behind him, the soldiers' morale collapsed sounded:

"Escape, escape, escape quickly! Escape quickly!"

"Don't run away, they are very small, stop and fight them!"

Barlow finally spoke, and he screamed as much as possible, but the private army of the Dailan family was already in chaos and even began to turn around and flee, and no one could listen to his words.

Only a few dozen soldiers gathered around him and formed a formation. Just as they were about to resist, they heard a rumbling sound from the ground in front of them. Then the soil soared up, dispersed and reorganized in the air, and turned into a huge figure several meters high in the blink of an eye!

"Elemental Giant!! Professional level mage, professional level mage!"

With this absolute size, the wooden armor that the Dailan family proud of was like a piece of tissue paper, and the armor was shattered by the earth element giant!

"Escape, escape!"

Barlow ran back helplessly - he couldn't fight, he couldn't fight at all. In such a disastrous situation, the only feasible way was to mix with the master of Barrell and reorganize the army, and then lead two professional-level soldiers around Barrell Dailan to support the defensive front line...

But he had just turned around and ran a few steps when he saw some of the private troops of the Dai Lan family running towards him.

"Why are you back... No, this is Master Barrell's troops!"

His expression changed drastically! It was obviously after Barel Dailan, who led his troops to support him at full speed after hearing the news, but this would actually collide with the dispersed soldiers, causing the formation to become more chaotic!

"Don't run away, reinforcements are here, reorganize the army! reorganize the army!!"

Barlow shouted wildly, restraining his troops as much as possible, but how could he restrain a team of thousands of people for a while?

The advancing troops and the retreating troops collided without any suspense—

Chaos caused even greater chaos, and the dignity of the imperial people was trampled on at this moment and was hit hard by them, making them unable to even think rationally about how to save the situation; and the AoSaint Emma people, who have been fighting an absolute advantage, have not experienced the feeling of collapse for a long time, and at this time they were like headless flies, at a loss.

"Barlow, Barlow, what's going on!!"

Barlow was still in chaos and finally heard someone calling his name: it was the professional warrior around Barrell Delan. Eugene and Gavin, like Master Norton, were the pillars of the family's combat power.

As if he had grabbed the life-saving straw, he tried to squeeze in the direction of the two soldiers and the troops they led, shouting wildly: "Don't say so many, follow me to support the front first. Those strange La Rochelle people are not large, just defeat them first-"

He pointed in the direction where the La Rochelle people who rushed down the mountain like a tiger rushing into the wolf pack, and planned to lead the team to cover up and kill.

This is indeed their only way to stabilize the situation - the disadvantage of the La Rochelle who came to them is that they have too few people. They just need to surround them and reorganize their troops, and then consider applying for support from the headquarters to conquer this fortress with extraordinary mages.

But the two soldiers did not respond to him.

Barlow turned his head and saw the two soldiers' serious faces, who were looking alertly at the wings of the team, and then showed a bitter expression:

"Barlow, did you hear it?"

"That's the voice of the cavalry."

"Cabinet? Where did the cavalry come from?" Barlow was still confused, and the sound of horse hooves as loud as thunder suddenly poured into his ears. He suddenly looked at the flank direction where the two soldiers were looking, but saw several cavalrymen running uphill on the low hill over there.

They were wearing silver armor, and the war horses under their crotch were also wearing silver heavy armor. The spears shining with bright silver light were straight forward, and they were already charging.

Behind them are long lines of cavalry and countless numbers!

"Flank enemy attacks, flank enemy attacks!!!"

The soldiers of the Dailan family shouted wildly, but they were already in chaos due to the pressure from the front, so how could they have the spare time to deal with the sudden appearance of the cavalry on the flank?

The knights who captured the target did not hesitate at all. The leading knight pointed a spear and the entire cavalry accelerated together. With the louder sound of horse hooves, the sound of the attack horn that made the private army of the Dailan family desperate.

Two large flags fluttered in the cavalry array, one with crescent moon and deer heads, and the other with silver blades and shields, proclaiming the name of this army:

"Marquis Amasil belongs to the Knights of Silver Blade!"

The cavalry led by the Silver Blade Knights was like a sharp knife... No, like the desperate sea of ​​snow during an avalanche, rushing into the chaotic private army. The number of this cavalry exceeded 700, and three units were mixed with the Silver Blade Knights, Siliki Cavalry Regiment, and Amasir Natural Guard Cavalry Regiment, with a large number and amazing lethality!

The soldiers who rushed to fight were trampled by horse hooves. The mages of the Dailan family's private army had no time to chant the slag technique that could stagnate the heavy cavalry charge. In the chaotic crowd, these mages could not even find the southeast, west and north, and were then torn apart by the cavalry!

Amasil's cavalry was unstoppable and rushed through the entire team of the Aosaint Emma people. Then he looked back at the other end and simply adjusted the formation, and launched another charge!

This time, the private army of the Dailan family, with the efforts of its head Barel Dailan, finally took some defensive posture. They took advantage of the cavalry's time to turn around and raised their shields, and at the same time ordered the remaining mages to change the terrain quickly.

But just as the mages were about to cast spells together, a "bang" explosion sounded in the center of them!
To be continued...