More barbarians from the Snow Mountain Alliance rushed to the periphery of the battle formation. They followed the sharp knife formation and slashed the long swords in their hands at those who were outflanking, trying to use their long swords to attack them.

This sharp sword formation harasses the light cavalry.

Facts have proved that the beasts of the Snow Mountain Alliance can win all the way, and they rely not only on those magical weapons of Zaun that have not yet appeared.

When the group of contemptuous Demacian cavalry roared from the side and waved their swords, preparing to sweep past and harvest one or two heads, the long knives and life-or-death tactics of the beasts from the Snow Mountain Alliance instantly

Taught them a bloody lesson.

None of the extended swords could be easily retracted. When the swords struck at those necks that were covered with dirt and looked skinny and cracked, there were immediately four or five long swords slashing at them from all directions.

came out, and instantly formed a big net to capture the long sword and the arm holding the sword, and then slashed up randomly, cutting the arm into countless pieces in an instant.

Countless blades tore through the air quickly, and the Snow Mountain Alliance men, who were holding their breath, almost trembled from the exertion.

Countless arms were cut off to the ground together with long knives. The sound of the knives cutting into the flesh and breaking the bones was so harsh that it made people's teeth sore. Countless long swords fell to the ground along with the pieces of meat, deeply

The ground penetrated the deep layer of snow with a low hum, long and like some kind of cruel rest.

Not a single pale and cracked neck was cut off. The beasts of the Snow Mountain Alliance gave the Demacians a loud slap in the face. They put away their knives and looked at the Demacians who had their arms suddenly cut off and their faces were full of pain and shock.

The light cavalry once again roared like a lone wolf.

Only this time, it was not sadness, but deep provocation. Each of them opened their eyes wide, their eyes ferocious and unruly, as if to say, your death has come.

Looking at the eyes that seemed to be burning with wildfire, and listening to the low roars one after another, the eyes of the Demacia light cavalry who were suddenly hit hard showed no trace of timidity or fear, and they did not care at all that they were bleeding profusely.

With his broken arm, he gritted his teeth and used his other unaccustomed hand to pick up the fallen sword, then turned his horse's head and rallied again towards the distance.

No one ran away, no one retreated.

Because every one of them knows that they must stop the pace of this group of barbarians. More of their brothers are still bleeding inside, and they must never let that damn murderer escape.

No one told them what to do. This group of men with broken arms spontaneously formed a formation with the same sharp knife, and then pointed the tip of the knife straight at another extremely sharp knife.

No one spoke, and the world was silent for a moment.

The next moment, everyone drew their horses.

Hundreds of men with broken arms rushed forward without any hesitation. The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the horses suddenly rushed forward and rolled up the snow smoke, like a wild dragon about to destroy the world.

This is a life-or-death charge, but no one is afraid. The violent wind blows across every young or vicissitudes of face. Excessive blood loss makes their faces extremely pale, but their eyes are sparkling.

It's bright, and it's filled with something called fearlessness.

The forward horses immediately closed the distance, and the two sharp knives were about to collide.

The last ten yards.

All the knights with broken arms lowered their bodies, lowered their heads and kissed the swords in their hands, as if saying their final goodbyes.

"Long live Demacia." The first knight stepped into the last five yards, raised his sword, and shouted.

"Long live Demacia." Hundreds of voices responded together, and everyone raised their swords at the same time.

The wind blew through the sword blade, and the roar was loud like a grand elegy.

"Crack-" The horse's hooves crushed the snowflakes.

The last code.

"Tear--" The first knight swung his sword, and the blade tore through the violent wind.

"Tear--" Countless long knives responded to him.

"Pfft——"

"Kara——"

Countless blades slashed down, and the first knight was cut into a pulp by the swords.

But such bloodshed did not stop more knights from continuing to charge. One after another, they charged forward, swung their swords, and died. Wave after wave, like a wave that cannot be broken up.

Long live Demacia resounded throughout the sky above Table Heights, these men will live forever.

"Bah!" When the last Demacian light cavalry was hacked to death, the swords of many Snow Mountain Alliance barbarians had already been sharpened.

More people from the Snow Mountain Alliance died under the turbulent impact like a tidal wave, and were twisted into pulp by long swords and horse hooves.

In just thirty breaths, the Demacian light cavalry were all wiped out.

Looking at the corpses that had been completely mixed together, all the people in the Snow Mountain Alliance were silent. They finally saw the terror of the enemy. The fearless charge was deeply fearful, but also deeply respected.

But they did not retreat, because they also had reasons why they absolutely could not retreat. At this moment, their king, the core of the entire Snow Mountain Alliance, was fighting bloody battles inside.

As a result, more Snow Mountain Alliance people quickly added to the left edge of the knife that had been eroded by the wave of waves just now, and restarted this extremely sharp long knife.

At the same moment, the Demacians who witnessed the lifeless charge of their comrades also launched a more ferocious attack. The infantry who were originally hiding behind the shield wall gathered to rush from both sides of the shield wall.

Coming out, they held the spears, swords, and knives in their hands, forming sharp knife formations one after another, and began to charge towards the largest long knife.

Although they did not have horses, their forward speed was no less than that of the Demacia light cavalry team just now. Countless feet stepped on the thick snow, constantly rising and falling, making low and dense noises.

The sound of war drums.

Wave after wave of waves launched bloody charges from different angles.

Blood began to flow everywhere unbridled, seeping into the deep snow, dyeing the snow layer more than ten yards thick almost crimson.

The two armies were finally completely kneaded together, and countless pieces of flesh and blood began to be produced. At this moment, the dining table heights became a complete war meat grinder.

The first dish was so rich that it was almost nauseating.

In the distance, dozens of strange dark green machines that no one paid attention to were already aiming at this place.

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Damn, I'm going to die...
Chapter completed!