The earth was shaking, and the ground was rustling, as if a piece of biscuit placed on the oven, waiting for the fire to be roasted and dried. This vibration was very mild, so slight that humans could not recognize the abnormality or tilt of the ground.`

But the war horses could sense that they began to stir up, and the ants and insects hiding in small holes of the soil also fled to climb out, because if they did not leave, the hiding place on which they depended for survival would become a natural tomb, squeeze them into it and death.

The commotion of the war horse naturally aroused Sir Helens's idea. He gently comforted his close companion and quickly began to think about it in his heart.

He was also a long-standing battle, and naturally judged from his rich experience that a large number of enemies were approaching at this time, and the number was quite close. At this time, the situation was urgent, and every minute was precious. If the order was issued one minute earlier, he might have one more chance of winning.

Yes, Helens still feels that humans are on the edge, because the enemy is just some brainless corpses. So what if they attack them, is there any difference between them attacking by number and attacking them in front? Anyway, humans just need to eliminate all these ugly guys.

If it was a raid from human cavalry, perhaps what Helens had to consider now was how to get back his disadvantages, but facing a group of controlled corpses...

Thousands of years ago, humans could drive them out of this Great Six and drive them to the bitter and cold land outside the frontier. Thousands of years later, humans could still do it. Helens would use his own name to tell them what human heroism is, and he would be remembered by history and passed down through the ages.

In addition to trying to rush into the nobles and achieve the reputation of their own aristocrats, every knight's greatest pursuit is nothing more than being famous. This is a medieval era in the world. Several city-states of Westeros can be said to be the whole of this world.

There are very few things in this world. If you don’t pursue the pleasure and excitement of modern life, then you will simply pursue power and money.

The Iron Throne of the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms means power, and what Helens faces at this moment means fame.

No one doesn't want to have a reputation, the title of James's First Swordsman, those heroes who exist in legends, resist foreign races and expel their ancestors. Isn't Helens alike? He also looks very similar, and now, he has such an opportunity.

Sir Helens, who was jointly elected by the nobles near Sancha River and the Ailing Valley, naturally had a few tricks. He had his own real talents and knowledge. Otherwise, he would not have sat in this position.

His style is neither radical nor steady, he is not good at frequent strange skills, nor is he just a good match. It can be said that he is a very qualified military leader. He can always find the best way to win this battle in battles of all sizes. It is really safe to leave it to him to resist the White Walkers.`

It is not surprising that nobles and knights can elect such an excellent talent. Never underestimate the hidden heritage of the nobles. In this world, they are very bored. The Middle Ages, without exhibiting too many entertainment activities, can only let them study what they have at hand.

For example, war, intrigue and power struggle, sometimes focused people are more terrifying than smart people, and they often make incredible progress.

Once the knight loses his most powerful power, it means he becomes worthless and has nothing.

Duatria, who was faster than this, tried in the valleys and grasslands, but on weekdays he needed to take care of his horsepower and could not let go of his running. But now, under the command of the entire army's assault, no knights were estimating these.

All knights are skilled in riding skills, and they can maintain a good formation while running fast. Atrea is no exception. He follows his team through one detour after another. He bypasses the dense forest and then completes the encirclement of the enemies ahead.

But to be honest, Atrea has not yet seen the shadow of the enemy.

The strong wind blew on his face, making him unable to open his mouth. He would pour in with a strong wind. He could only close his mouth tightly without making any sound. However, how fast the cavalry was moving forward? A thousand meters away was nothing more than a blink of an eye in their eyes. Soon, Atria felt that the team was faster.

He was so energetic that even if he was an idiot, he could know the current situation. Obviously they had already discovered the enemy and the cavalry was entering the final stage of charge.

"Charge! Charge!"

The sound of the knight leading them in front of him came from his ears. Under the high movement, they still maintained good physical strength and stability, and clearly conveyed their voices along the wind.

Atrea's legs were tightly clamped against the horse's belly. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the shadows that appeared in front of him. Then he tried his best to urge the war horse under him and rushed over.

"Run!Run!Run!"

The roar in his ears became stronger and stronger, and Atrea also entered a state of high speed, with the war horse galloping wildly. And he was still desperately urging the war horse, making himself seem to be a ball of flame running.

As they approached, they were getting closer and closer. A hundred meters away was fleeting, and the phantom in front of them became clear, with ferocious skeletons and rotten corpses. They held various weapons in their hands, and had numb and ferocious dead faces on their faces.

But Atrioya was not panicked at all. He seemed to be in a certain kind of fanaticism. He held the sword in his hand tightly, then suddenly pulled it out and raised it, and rushed forward with force.

"The Seven Gods are with me!" he shouted.

With a "bang!", the strong war horse suddenly knocked the enemy in front of him away. The rotten corpse flew back a few meters in the air, and the body was as fragile as a pancake. There was a crisp sound of fracture in the air. It had been deformed by the collision.

The war horse was like a barbaric giant beast, rushing into the group of corpses and ghouls, as if the sharpest sharp knife cut the softest butter cake, and without any effort, all the enemies blocking it were blocked away.

"Clang!" "Wow!"

Without hesitation, Atria suddenly drew his sword and cut off the head of a corpse ghost on the side. The torrent of the cavalry collided with the dark figure of the corpse ghost, gathering into a more intense sea of ​​swords.

The sound of swords and weapons collided with the roar of people and horses, and they were undulating in this vast ocean of life. The cavalry charge was not over yet. They were still wielding the remaining power of galloping wildly. Large numbers of corpses blocking in front of them were knocked to pieces. These battle-hardened knights harvested the heads of fish that had escaped without hesitation on the horse's back.

Two torrents gathered together, and undoubtedly the torrent of steel representing the knights quickly eroded the black ghoul. Even after the cavalry passed by like autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves, there was no more moving in their rear.

In the chaotic crowd, Atrioya wielded the sword in his hand frantically, and used his sharp blade to cut off one corpse head after another that dared to approach him.

Some of these ghouls have become skeletons, but some are still humans. Although they have a little decay, they are almost undoubtedly humans except for the blood stains of fatal wounds.

But Atrea is not ruthless in killing them. These are enemies. Not to mention they are ghouls, even if they are really living humans, Atrea will not hesitate because they are enemies.

The most powerful part of the cavalry charge is the dense impact force. The strong war horses charge high and it seems like a tank coming towards them. The people who crashed head-on are almost at risk of survival.

But in addition, the knights on the horse's back are also the source of threat. The horse cannot always be in a charge state. When it is intercepted, it will drop slightly. This is the moment for knights on the horse's back. Knights with a height far higher than ordinary people have natural advantages. Their long swords are like the scythe of the death on the battlefield, quietly falling in the corners that the ghouls cannot attack or resist, and then take away the ghoul's movement.

Atrea's war horse quickly fell into a siege. The war horse lost its strong impact, but it still maintained its forward mobility. Atrea skillfully used the chop and chop movements he usually practiced, trying his best to flatten the corpse ghouls nearby and in front, and open up a way for the war horse to advance.

The most taboo knights in battle is to fall into the siege. Even if the knight has strong combat power and faces surrounded from all directions, he will accidentally die. Any injury on the battlefield may be the source of all deterioration and become a catalyst for death.

"Kill! Kill! Death." Atria ignored it and slashed the sword in her hand frantically. These corpse ghosts did not know fear or pain, as if ants who were not afraid of death jumped towards Atria crazily, regardless of casualties, trying to pull him off the horse.

Naturally, Atria could not let them do what they wanted. He tried his best to resist. His sword was wielding with the sound of the wind, forming a tight line of defense beside him.

On this side, he activated the war horse to continue moving forward, and on this side, he kept harvesting the heads of the ghouls, trying to leave the battlefield earlier.

I don't know how long it took, just when Atria felt her hands were a little sore, his eyes suddenly became clear, and no ghoul rushed towards him frantically. There were knights like him around, but their blood stains meant that their condition was not much better.

"We're out." Atrioya was stunned for a moment, then was ecstatic. He leaned his head back and found that the knights were not hurt much, but the corpse ghosts everywhere after they passed by became no more moving.

It seems that they have always been just a corpse. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!