HAIL THE KING !
Chapters 51. The Push
In just two minutes, the special defense formation had been destroyed.
In contrast, twenty-three opponents suffered no casualties at all. They tirelessly continued their killing spree and pushed forward relentlessly.
The thin stone bridge had turned into a path of death towards hell. The enemy had no way of resisting, and could only slowly face death and screams under the call of the Grim Reaper.
Quickly, the remaining four siege ladders were pushed from the bridge to the river a hundred yards (m) below. They were swallowed by the fast current and disappeared within seconds.
"Forward!"
Twenty-three roars simultaneously shook the sky. The strong people were angry at their homeland. Their blood burned as they followed their king decisively. The twenty-three beasts looked like they had just crawled out of a pool of blood in hell; blood dripped from every part of their bodies.
They pushed four or five hundred yards (m) to the bridge for half a mile.
After destroying the siege staircase, the trebuchet formation was next. But the further up the bridge, the thinner it gets. In the middle of the bridge, it was less than 2 meters wide. It was also the most dangerous place on the bridge. The fast current somehow formed a giant vortex and periodically created a strange suction force under the bridge. If ordinary people did not pay attention, they would be sucked into the river and devoured.
Fighting continued.
Fei along with his loyal strongmen got closer and closer to the six trebuchets as they advanced. Back at the defensive wall of Chambord, the room was filled with applause and applause. The soldiers and new members shouted, trying to give all the energy they had in their voices to the intense bridge battleground.
Sometime during the battle, even the frightened and weak citizens had climbed onto the defensive wall. They held various tools that could aid in defense and shouted with madness as they watched the king and loved ones rush to the enemy and take revenge. The scene was deeply engraved in their souls, and they would probably never forget it even when they died.
The beautiful Angela and Emma were afraid of watching and covered their eyes with their fingers as if they were watching a horror movie. However, they could not resist their treatment for Fei and peaked on the battlefield through their fingers. They shouted whenever the situation was dangerous and hugged each other and cheered whenever Fei turned the situation around.
Lampard's number one soldier stood firmly on the defensive wall.
From the start of the battle when Fei jumped off the defensive wall to destroy the Tower Shield-Dragon Lance formation, as a three-star warrior, Lampard had seen and understood the situation much better than anyone else. Although his expression was calm and restrained, Alexander's strength created a storm in his mind. It is clear that Alexander has at least three types of mysterious yet powerful forces – terrifying physical strength, white cold energy and holy energy like holy knights. This justifies the Lampard – hypothesis The young King Alexander was the one who displayed four different types of power in the watchtower.
"What exactly happened to Alexander that brought him back to normal and gave him such powerful strength? Is it really a God of War .... ”.
Lampard won't wrap his head.
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The south bank of the Zuli River, on a hill.
"Impossible! This is impossible! Shit ..... Some say, how did this happen? How did this happen ?! That man is a holy knight? The holy knight double battle ring? But he obviously had no energy before .... my tower shield formation! ”
The silver masked knight stared at the battlefield. He was calm and composed, but now it was a bit slow.
He could not believe what he saw.
The elite formation he was proud of vanished into thin air under the challenge of a group of dogs.
He was furious; blue energy shone on his body and the surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees. Like an iceberg releasing all of its cold energy, riding a horse in the hands of the silver masked knight froze into ice and shattered into pieces of ice.
Is there anything that makes him more embarrassed?
The strategy he considered invincible was shattered into pieces by the twenty-ish low life. His pride and sweat, the Tower Shield-Dragon Lance formation did not even last for two minutes. Two minutes! Not even enough time had passed for him to give the order and it had turned into a pile of trash and meat!
This sudden defeat was an irresistible blow to the silver masked knight, who was arrogant and had never lost a battle in his life. To him, it felt like he was a god who controlled everything, and was hit to the floor by a dirty beggar. In addition, the dirty beggar stomped on the face of the god with his stinky feet and full of abscesses.
"I swear! Not a single creature will be left alive after I conquer this filthy kingdom! I will skin all the filthy slaves of Chambord and hang their skins on this bridge .... I will cut their flesh and bones into pasta and feed to their reckless King! ”
The silver masked knight roared furiously.
His blue energy force field towered around him, then rapidly expanded. After the white and cold energy blew, his horse saddle condensed into a layer of ice. The precious warhorse he was riding froze into ice sculptures; his blood and flesh froze instantly.
The black knight behind him did not dare to say a word. They all lowered their heads and shut their mouths. The horses that the black knights were riding on also felt danger. They all retreated while being bullied, and fear filled their eyes. They looked at the silver-masked knight as if he was a bloodthirsty beast.
No one makes a sound on the hill.