Vol 3 Chapter 19: "Welcome Ceremony" (Part 1)

"Shield wall--!"
The sound of stepping could not cover up the captain of the guard's anger. For example, Lin's halberd was raised with his rapier, and the cold black halberd blade protruded from the gap of the shield.
"Ready to fight--!"
The moment the guard's shout sounded, like a storm, hundreds of ice werewolves had charged from all directions towards the camp on the gentle slope.
The fence of the camp, the cold halberd, the indestructible shield wall ... It is impossible to contain the pace of their attack, the speed is even comparable to the heavy rider of the charge, but their weapons are not lances and swords, but cold hawks Teeth and claws!
The soldiers of the guard clenched the halberd in their hands, leaned against the shield, and stuck the bottom fiercely in the snow and mud under their feet. The roar and roar were getting closer and closer, and even echoed in their ears.
It's getting close, it's getting close ...
The icefield werewolves who had whispered had already leaped over the gentle slope, and the monsters rushing to the front even used their strong and powerful back to stand upright, raising their front claws!
The black wizard standing in the back row of the shield wall focused on it. The right arm behind him made the waist rod straight, and the bright red rune floated in the center of the palm of the left hand.
Wait ... wait ... It ’s not the best time yet, and you have to wait a little longer, wait a little longer ...
The gentle approaching the camp was like a storm, and countless snowflakes were flying, and it was violently rushing towards the front line where it was waiting. Loren, holding his breath, even the right hand behind him was trembling slightly, waiting for the coming moment.
"Long live the Empire ----- !!!!!!"
The shouting sound like a war drum sounded through the sky, and instantly Loren's left hand "burned" and jumped onto the carriage and slammed it toward the front!
"Fire of Turin!"
"boom--!!!!"
The crackling roar became a signal of war. Under the "black shield wall" filled with snowflakes, echoes of swords, halberds, roaring and roaring.
It was spitting blood plasma, screams of broken hearts, broken shields, broken halberds, dismembered bodies ... howling, fallen legionnaires!
The exploding "Fire of Torino" can only temporarily hinder the charge of the monster for a short time. The flat halberd will tear the ice field werewolf that it hits like a meat cut, but the first row will also be under the forward and subsequent charges. The infantry of the Legion almost crashed into the air.
But these monsters haven't stopped yet, and the black shield wall still stands.
It wasn't until this moment that Loren finally understood why the legion must be equipped with a halberd and a tall kite-shaped shield, plus the thickest infantry armor of the entire empire.
Only the half-moon sickle-like halberd can tear the skins of these monsters; only the kite-shaped shield that can protect the whole body can form an unbreakable shield wall.
In the end ... Only thick and heavy armor can prevent the soldiers from being torn to pieces by the claws of the monsters and fluttering out of flesh and blood!
In front of these monsters standing up to two meters away, humans ... are too weak.
"Stabilize the front! Stabilize the front—!" The guard captain shouted exhaustedly, and a legionnaire was pulled away by the werewolf's shield in front of him. One paw lifted off the celestial cover, leaving only half the body of the head straight. Fell to the ground.
The captain of the guard who didn't think about it grabbed the halberd of the soldier behind him, shouted and waved it down, and the black halberd blade directly hit the werewolf's head!
"Fill the gap! Push this group of animals back, push ..."
At this moment, the sudden dark shadow made the captain of the guard suddenly raise his head, his eyes widened in shock.
"boom--!"
Dozens of icefield werewolves took advantage of the chance of a gap in the front and jumped directly through the shield wall. The roaring monster opened its fangs with a sprawling mouth, and pulled the head of the guard from his body!
The next second, the "guard captain" without his head was directly thrown away, smashing several legionnaires who were besieged; the inertia and the terrible power directly smashed the shield!
Only in an instant, the originally indestructible "black shield wall", under the surprise and quantity advantages of the icefield wolf people, was suddenly opened a gap!
The shield wall was torn, and the entangled guards had no time to stop the breakthrough monsters, and the legionary soldiers desperately rushed to encircle and fell one by one in front of the werewolves who swooped up and attacked.
Without the formation and cooperation, the ordinary soldiers have no chance at all!
With a loud roar, the monster that broke through the front line raided towards the center of the camp.
Then, there was an extra figure among those cold beast pupils, waving a gray-blue light in his hands.
"May the void be with you!"
"puff--!"
From the top of the head to the bottom of the crotch, the surging plasma combined with the inertia turned the wild ice werewolf into "two petals". The black wizard who was splattered with blood was not concerned, but stared at the gray-blue "long sword" in his hand in amazement.
If it was the bright silver in the past, the monster should be blown into pieces at the moment when the monster touched it. There is absolutely no way to "cut" it.
Is this the case, in addition to continuity, does it strengthen stability?
The next second, Loren, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, brandished a bright silver and rushed to the gap ripped by the werewolf!
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"The iron crown lifted by the three-headed dragon, the coat of arms of the DeSalinese family. That's right, it is the convoy of His Highness Brandon."
Not far from the camp, a heavily armed knight on a war horse narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself.
Hundreds of heavy cavalry huddled behind him, motionless like a sculpture, only to hear the swallowtail flag in their hands, hunting in the cold wind.
"The cavalrymen have finished trimming and can come out at any time." The adjutant lowered his head and asked, "If you agree, please allow your subordinates to go to the rescue!"
"Do not."
A word lightly made the adjutant suddenly raised his head in surprise, staring at him with confusion and shock.
"Wait a little longer, don't worry." The leisurely knight stared coldly at the camp that was beginning to appear under the siege of the icefield werewolves:
"We have been chasing this group of beasts for four days from the start. They have no time to rest, no time to hunt, no time to eat, and no escape at all times."
"The present iceland werewolves are not monsters, but a group of embarrassed, hungry, and impatient hyenas. They are not threatening at all. Even if they are inferior in number, the guards around His Highness are at least evenly matched."
"But ..." Seeing the knight's gloomy glance, the adjutant said sternly: "The subordinates heard that the more hungry the wolf man is, the more fierce it is!"
"Oh, isn't that just right?"
"Just right?"
"Let these funeral dogs sway a little bit of heat, and give our obedient little master a little lesson, so that he won't be as rampant as when he last came to the Boundary Mountain!" The knight's mouth slipped a sneer:
"When the guards around him are almost dead, it is estimated that the werewolves should also have no energy to escape, and we were just wiped out by the net. By the way, His Highness Brandon personally reviewed the cavalry charge of the Boundary Mountain Cavalry. Is it better? "
"Futures bluntly, you are simply taking your Highness's life as a bet!" The adjutant frowned, and the palm of his hand began to sweat:
"In the event that His Highness Brandon accidentally died there, what should we explain?"
"This is already the boundary of the Boundary Mountain. The invasion of monsters and monsters are rampant. Anything can be born." The knight replied indifferently:
"What's more, we're right next to it. There can be no accidents at all-at most, it's just that the rescue is not good enough. The person who started it is not us. Can it be regarded as an attempt to assassinate the royal family?"
"but……"
"It's nothing, this is the temple ... my decision!" The chief knight who interrupted the adjutant took a breath ~ EbookFREE.me ~ staring at the battlefield: "You must let His Highness Brandon understand that we need him and It ’s not that he borrowed wildly ... "
The stunned knight made the adjutant startled slightly and looked at him in confusion: "Sir, what's wrong?"
"No, where is Mirases?" The knight suddenly widened his eyes:
"Why isn't the dragon in His Royal Highness Brandon's team ?!"
The next moment, the sudden thunder gave him the answer.
The shocked two looked up at the same time
It was a soaring under the dome ... a huge figure!

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