Chapter 1092

On the chaotic and noisy battlefield, Lori ZAD, the chief of the imperial court holding the long sword, quickly shuttled between the chaotic Elven warriors.

There were chaotic shouts, the collision of sharp blades and armor, the noise of carriages and footsteps, the call of horns and orders... The white shadow rushed through the confusion and rushed straight to the end of the team.

In other words, he went away at the rapid vibration.

In order to inherit the spirit girl who lost her eyes because of "heart cutting", from the day she was sensible, there was only "sound" - the law of wind, footsteps, breathing, heartbeat... Sound and vibration, which outlined the shape of the world in her dark vision.

Only Anson... His only brother... Except

Feeling the gradually hot breath between the mouth and nose, the spirit girl who held her breath and hurried through all kinds of "noise", the faster and lighter the pace under her feet, like a dancing feather skimming the water and not stained with dust.

At this moment

"Boom --!!"

A rapid explosion sounded not far ahead.

This voice... Is an imperial alchemy bomb!

The elf girl who immediately stopped heard the sound of hundreds of footsteps colliding with armor and weapons. The chaotic and shocking voice was a prelude to the war.

"Cavalry, it's the cavalry of the Empire. It's coming this way!"

An angry roar with some fear came from Lori ZAD's left: "hurry up, hurry up, line up the long guns, and the archers go behind!"

"The rest of the warriors, follow me... Draw a sword to meet the enemy!"

"Draw a knife to meet the enemy, rush --!!!"

In the neat cheers, the chaotic movement began to become more and more orderly; Lori ZAD, who was blocked, had to rush forward with the warriors in formation.

The neat and vigorous vibration made the fairy girl have the illusion of being in the flood.

But this illusion only lasts for a moment... Because the next second, the real "flood" is already on the surface.

"Byrne, attack --!"

"Long live the black Duke --!!"

In the galloping sound of horses' hoofs, the roar from heaven and earth seemed to shake the whole heaven and earth!

The Byrne knights who lined up in a neat and dense queue on Empire Avenue formed an absolute contrast with the Azores elves warriors scattered in the opposite formation; It seems that the horses are two people tall and covered in leather armor. They gallop together like close comrades in arms. All the sounds are obliterated by the breath and the sound of iron hoofs.

This is the real, surging like a torrent.

"Just rush over, run over them, break them down!" roaring Lucian waved two short swords and almost rushed to the front of the "riding wall":

"Crush them - shoot!"

At the moment of the roar, the sea of flowers like spear forest suddenly flattened and turned into bursts of killing cold.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

The roaring next second, like the rain of locusts and arrows falling from the sky, exploded countless dazzling sparks on the charging Byrne knights, but... It was only sparks.

Unless it is face to face, an archer who only dares to shoot will never shoot through the armor of a Byrne Knight!

While the arrow rain fell, dozens of ELF warriors had crossed the gun array and took the lead in rushing to the Bayern knight.

Sharp blade to spear, fifty steps... To both sides of the sprint, it's just a moment between three breaths.

Three breaths determine life and death.

"Dang ---!!"

A hundred and ten times in an instant turned into a burst of fire!

At the moment when the sharp blades collided, almost all the Elven warriors parried or deflected the oncoming spear, turned the Azor long knife mixed with secret silver into tracing light, and rushed forward with a desperate roar

The exquisite Sabre technique makes the Byrne knight on the saddle have no time to react; Many people just blink and don't even realize that their flag guns have been swung away.

But they don't need to be - and be a row of full sprint Bain knights. Their horror is not just the flag gun in their hands.

"Dong --!"

With a terrible muffled sound, before the first Azor Elf Warrior jumped up, his body in light armor had hit the Zheng shield in the knight's hand.

The shield was broken, and the Elven warrior with sunken chest vomited blood, flew out like a sandbag, fell powerlessly on the dusty imperial Avenue, and the long knife in his hand seemed to be still struggling.

He never had a chance to struggle again.

Countless steel horseshoes trampled over the limbs, trunk and head of the elf warrior, raising a string of petals in the rolling smoke and dyeing the horseshoes red.

Then there is the second, third, fourth, Fifth... Similar to the same scene. The moment of constant confrontation is staged. A very few elf warriors who kill Byrne knights with a long knife will also be pierced by the subsequent knights, fall to the ground and trampled by horseshoes.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Elven warriors had exhausted their ink.

But... Is not without exception.

"Dang!"

The moment when the long knife came out of the scabbard and the spear tip and body were divided into two, a trace of light had passed over the neck of the knight Byrne; The moment the blood sprayed, the wailing Knight fell from the saddle.

The first... Blindfolded elf girl whispered in her heart.

In the dark world, she can only "see" hundreds of "voices" coming to her from all directions, fast, slow, far and near... The only difference is that there is a gap between their speed and the direction of approach.

The way of samurai who is called "heart cutting" is to grasp the gap between the flash and the instant.

Knife, three feet long.

Within three feet, everything is cut off.

"Dang --! Dang Dang... Dang --!"

The charging Byrne Knights only had time to hear the sound of sharp blades crashing in their ears; When I raised my eyes at the moment of waking up, the world in front of me had become dark.

LORI Zade leaped up, dodged the arrows and spears, danced in the air like a butterfly and jumped to the next "sound".

Rush over, you can't be stopped here, otherwise you're not Duke Byrne and his

"Dang --!"

The long knife pulled out by backhand blocked the two sharp blades coming from directly below; In a moment, the blindfolded elf girl who lost her landing point had to fall to the ground, swing away the enemy and slide back.

"This weapon, your excellency..."

"Rush over, I'll stop her!" the roaring gray pupil boy didn't give the elf girl a chance to escape. His figure leaped down from the saddle and jumped straight up.

"Dang Dang!"

Three sparks, the fairy girl holding the long knife could block the two short swords stabbing at the face door and neck; The sharp edge of the collision kept making a harsh sound.

The knights who charged quickly passed by from the left and right sides of the two figures, like flying fish walking through the water. The rolled up smoke and dust only vaguely saw their shadow outside.

The roaring sound of horses' hoofs kept blowing in their ears; The cold big sword and saber kept shining white light over their heads.

"I remember, your excellency is the imperial man who defeated the chief adjutant of the governor's court by the escort around Duke Byrne." Lori ZAD, who didn't seem to see the two sharp blades in front of him, still whispered in a tone full of "childlike fun":

"Lucerne of El mans... Right?"

"Only Lucian!"

With a cold hum, the grey pupil boy held his right hand dagger back and turned around to chop back; At the moment of being dodged, the sword tip of the "Dragon Knight's gun" in his left hand was also on the blade of the elf girl.

Lori ZAD frowned slightly and slid back with the impact of the oncoming force.

"I see... No wonder Lord Loren said that this time the enemy's movement was not like the style of the elf little prince - it was stupid like a beast. If it was stimulated a little, it would be provoked, and then rushed up recklessly."

While talking, the gray pupil boy's eyes have become gray blue stained by the power of emptiness, and the evil god mark behind his neck is flashing a dim fire: "I see. You are the one who commands this elf army... Right?"

"In other words, as long as you are killed or captured alive, these Azores will be slaughtered like snakes without heads!"

"Please allow me to return this sentence to you intact, Lord Lucian of ellemans." the blindfolded elf girl said coldly:

"If Duke Byrne dies under my knife, you Byrne people will also be scattered into a group of vulnerable Rangers, right?"

"So... Our goals are exactly the same, but in different directions." Lucian, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth, looked more ferocious:

"The rest is to see who can succeed - of course, you can rest assured that I won't kill you, because someone else will kill you."

Speaking for a moment, Lucian remembered the figure of a demon hunter who had lost his legs but was still fighting.

"Really?!"

The moment the voice fell, the figure of the elf girl had disappeared from Lucian's sight.

"Dang!"

The cold haired Lucian almost instinctively crossed the short sword in front of him. At the moment of the exciting sound, he only had time to see two white waves flashing in front of him.

What a fast knife!

No, it's too fast!

There was no space for reaction at all. The instinct of his body made Lucian start to attack with his backhand. The rapidly waving dagger almost took his body forward.

"Dang!"

There was another crisp sound. The elf girl who parried continuously turned and dodged. Before evacuating, she was caught up by Lucian again;

"Your sword... Seems more refined than the last time."

"That's it," said Lucian coldly. "It's far from Lord Loren's goal."

The next second, the two swords meet again!

"Dang!"

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Under the gate of the imperial capital, a tense confrontation is going on.

Of course, rather than confrontation, it is more like one-sided - Taking the city gate as the watershed, dozens of noble officers of the imperial capital Guard Corps are tied to the ground and surrounded by loyal "corps soldiers"; The long guns and heavy crossbows raised made them only dare to glare at the other side of the Flemish and Bain knights.

In the face of those fierce eyes, the serious Archduke ellemans stood in front of them with his sword.

"In a word, you have seen the situation. You can only say that you have to be wronged." Yuli veltz said in a deep voice: "the current war situation has reached a very critical node. Whether you can annihilate the Azores who control the East and south of the imperial capital is in this war."

"For this purpose, we have to temporarily wrong you and put the control of urban defense into our hands; but please rest assured, because I have sent someone to inform the imperial Parliament of this matter, and I believe you will be free soon."

"Of course, before that, I and Angda, the count of Byrne's Rock Castle, had led the army out of the city - I would stop the enemies from the East and back, and angert would take Byrne's Legion to support the Duke of Byrne who was fighting the Azores."

"If you can't understand why we did that, I won't explain too much - if you can't understand who we're fighting for by now, you don't have to understand."

"We... The Flemish and Byrne will stand for the Empire until the last minute!"

The sonorous and powerful words fell to the ground, and the Archduke of El Mans, who threw off his cloak, walked towards the city gate.

"Traitor!"

A word from nowhere stopped him.

"You... You don't know what you're doing. This is betrayal. You betrayed the imperial Parliament and the Empire!"

The aristocratic officers who were tied up in various ways roared hysterically like venting their fear and anger: "you think it's a hero to do this, don't you? You squandered the Empire. To your new people, you are pretending to be your own hero, but betraying the Empire!"

"Traitors! You are a group of traitors, ambitious people who try to use the weakness of the Empire to save profits and reputation!"

"Betrayal..."

Looking back slowly, Archduke ellemans swept the officer with his silver gray eyes. His cold eyes made the other party tremble and speechless.

"Maybe, maybe this is betrayal - ignoring the emperor's order and violating the decision of the imperial parliament seems to be almost the same as betrayal." Yuli vilz murmured in a confused tone:

"But what the black Duke did was not enough to be called a traitor?"

"Didn't Roland Turin, who fought bravely and bloody battles, save the empire from the brink of collapse - or should he have stayed in the red blood Castle according to Charlotte I's order and watched the death of the tenth generation of the supreme emperor on the battlefield?"

Speechless... Or the noble officer with a long gun against his throat stared, closed his mouth and said nothing.

"Thank you for your generous statement, because your words suddenly made me understand a lot of truth." Yuli weiltz said coldly:

"This empire... Sometimes needs careerists and traitors to guard it!"