"Snapping-"Horseshoe crushed snowflakes.
Last yard
"Tear-"The first knight tore the fierce wind with his sword blade.
"Tear-"several long knives responded to him.
"Snow-"
"Carla-"
Several blades were slashed and the first knight was chopped into paste by disorderly knives.
But such blood can’t stop more knights from continuing to charge. One by one, they rushed forward and waved their swords, and wave after wave of death seemed unable to break up the tide.
Long live Demacia, which resounded throughout the dining table. These men will never die.
"crash-"when the last demasia light cavalry was hacked to death, many savage knives of the snowy mountain alliance had already rolled their blades.
More snow-capped mountain alliance people died in that turbulent impact like the tide, and were smashed into paste by swords and horseshoes.
In just 30 seconds, the Marcia light cavalry was destroyed.
Looking at those bodies that have been completely mixed together, all the Snow Mountain Alliance people are silent. They have finally seen the enemy’s terror. The fierce and fearless charge is deeply feared but deeply respected.
But they didn’t back down, because they also had a reason not to retreat. At the moment, the whole core of the Snow Mountain Alliance is fighting bloody battles inside.
So more snow mountain alliance people quickly added that the left edge eroded by the tide just now restarted this sharp long Dao.
At the same time, they witnessed their comrades, and the Demassians also launched a more fierce attack. The infantry who had been hiding behind the shield wall rushed out from both sides of the shield wall, and their spears, swords and long knives formed one sharp knife formation after another to charge the biggest long knife.
Although they don’t have horses, their forward speed is no less than that of a Demassia light cavalry team just now. They stepped on the thick snow and kept rising and falling, making a deep and dense sound like a drum.
Wave after wave of tides launched a bloody charge from different angles.
Blood flowed freely everywhere, and the blood penetrated into the deep snow, dyeing the snow layer more than ten yards thick almost crimson.
The two armies finally twisted together completely, and a number of flesh and blood were made. At this moment, the table highland became a meat grinder for a complete war.
The first big dish was so rich that it was almost disgusting.
And in the distance, dozens of odd dark green that have not been noted have been aimed at here.
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Nima is dying of old age.
Kavinka is only written now.
Page 160 Zhuangseni is sad
"wheezing-"the huge cold hammer waved off dozens of sharp swords again, but this time, she didn’t have much strength to stop all the blades.
More than a dozen blades once again broke through her steel field and ruthlessly cut into her snow-capped mountain boar. Too many wounds in her body finally made this steel chariot drain its blood and never make another step.
For a moment, the original charge was like a tidal wave, and the porcupine gave a deep and long groan and fell heavily in the zone, causing misty snow and fog.
In the snow and fog, I always looked calm. Even in the face of the wave after wave of mad dog playing by Demaxians, I didn’t feel anxious, flustered and afraid of negative expressions. At the moment when the wild boar fell on the snowy mountain, Thuzhuangni finally showed a little sad expression.
She didn’t fall from the snow-capped boar, but jumped steadily from that side. She didn’t take precautions against a possible Demassian attack at the first time, but slowly squatted in front of the snow-capped porcupine with her huge cold hammer, looking at the wild boar’s eyes, which had never been gentle before.
The footsteps around her rang again, and Thuzhuangni knew that it was alive. Those Demaxians were once again flesh and blood from their comrades, and their swords came towards them.
But she didn’t look up, but she continued to look at the wild boar and touched the wild boar’s hair because of excessive blood loss. It was very light, like a soliloquy voice saying, "Do you know that this little guy is Martha’s youngest child? When I came out, I promised old Martha that I would take it back completely, but you killed it. You know, I’m really sad now." She sighed to herself, and the strong wind messed up her words.
The footsteps around us are getting denser and denser, and the wind is roaring again in the air. Many people raise their swords, and no one can catch what this woman is talking about. Even if they do, they won’t have the slightest pity because their brother is dead.
"Steel bristles? Do you know what I want to call you steel bristles?" She was still talking to herself. She looked at the wild boar, her eyes were getting dimmer and brighter, and her tone became gentler and gentler, just like a sister telling her dying brother the last story, "You are proud of me. You have been fighting with me for so long, just like a part of my body. Go to peace of mind and I will get back all your debts for you."
The footsteps are close at hand, and those injured Demassians make that dull and depressing breath, which is like a prelude to some kind of depressing music.
The wild boar’s eyes finally disappeared, and the last look was completely dead. Thuzhuangni reached out and slowly closed her tired pig’s eyes and read "Asdala Besta".
"Tear-"all the long swords cut.
At that moment, the gas solidified as if Johnnie’s head would be chopped to pieces with her body and the dead boar, and all those Demassians piled up four yards away would not be white if they bled like mountains.
a moment
The wind roared across the blade like a grand elegy.
