"Your Highness! The Centaurs' Fate-Sharing skill has a similar effect to our Glory skill. This battle might be difficult!" Kaslo said solemnly. There were at least three hundred Centaurs before them. Roland and the others were already facing a tough challenge if they charged head-on. The aftermath of the battle had already ripped through the edge of this nameless forest. The mounted Badaniyan archers didn't dare approach this troubled area at all...
"Humans! I'll give you one last chance! Leave our territory!" The leading centaur roared and issued an ultimatum. After all, it would not be easy for them to charge into the Knights.
"Bullshit!" Roland's face turned pale. It was rare in the world to occupy someone else's territory and still be so self-righteous!
"Then you all stay here!" The Centaur leader roared, waving the wooden spear in his hand. His face turned red instantly, and blue veins popped out on his muscles.
"Die!" As the centaurs raised their arms high and swung them with all their might, wooden spears engraved with magic patterns were thrown out by them. The rotating wooden spears tore through the air and flew towards the direction of the Holy Knights.
"Defend!" Roland's face changed instantly. Countless knights were stunned when they saw the javelins that were shooting towards them in a parabolic trajectory. No one had expected that the Centaur would actually throw his own spear.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
The wooden javelins hit the knights' battle shields and extended shields with great force, and the huge force transmitted from the spear tip made the knights tremble all over.
"What innate strength! These centaurs!" Roland exclaimed in amazement. The thick wooden spears carried unparalleled explosive power, making Roland, who had just withstood several spears, call them tough guys.
"Sir! They are all born professionals! We are just taking advantage of their weapons now!" Caslo said with a sigh.
Roland quickly scanned the area and immediately understood what Kaslo meant. The centaurs across from him had no iron weapons! They were either stone or wooden, and their armor was simply finely tanned leather! He hadn't noticed during the chaos just now. You have to know that different weapons transmit battle energy differently. Weapons made of various rare metals are definitely better than steel, and the Holy Glory Knights' refined steel equipment is absolutely superior to the centaurs', which are even inferior to the Lagrang Militia! If it weren't for the equipment advantage, Roland and his men might not have been able to compete with the centaurs.
"Caslo! Ride the dragon!" Roland stirred up his fighting spirit and felt it for a moment, his face turning pale. He had already used up more than half of his fighting spirit! The fighting spirit of an ordinary knight should be almost exhausted! Another wave of centaurs' spears would definitely cause casualties!
"As you command, sir!" Caslo's mouth twitched as he watched the Centaur pull out a new wooden spear from his horse's back. Is this ever going to stop? He's so proud of having two extra legs!
Although the Centaurs' weapons and equipment are far inferior to those of the Holy Knights, they can carry more than ten powerful javelins due to their own weight advantage... The lethality of wooden javelins in the hands of Centaurs is no less than that of metal javelins!
"Woo~Woo~Woo~" A melodious flute sounded, and a space door suddenly opened in the void, and Cardo's slender dragon body flew out...
"Dragon! Evil dragon!" The centaur who had raised his javelin again was suddenly panicked. The silhouette of Cardo's four legs and wings in the sky did look like a dragon, and the long dragon roar resounded through the sky!
"Go! Retreat! Dragon Knights!" The Centaur leader was already regretting it to the core. Who could have imagined that among this group of knights there was actually a Dragon Knight, known as the destroyer of city-states? If he had known there was a Dragon Knight, he would have turned around and fled without stopping...
"Roar!" The green dragon breath swept down and spewed out into the forest where the centaurs were retreating.
"Hiss!" The nimble centaurs felt the dragon's breath stinging their skin, and they quickly turned their bodies while neighing. The terrifying wind blades brushed past the bodies of several centaurs and sank into the forest in front of them. The terrifying dragon's breath exploded instantly, and wisps of wind elements shot across the surroundings. Countless centaurs had their leather armor cut and their skin torn by the aftermath of the wind blades, and their leather armor instantly dyed red with blood!
"Kill!" Roland shouted, raising his arms. If he hadn't struck down the fallen enemy now, when would he? A random punch could kill a master, let alone a knight with a lance?
"My fellow tribesmen! Let's fight them!" The forest was just before their eyes, but the ravine cut by the dragon's breath blocked their hope of escape. The heartbroken Centaur leader turned his head in despair and pointed his spear at Roland. The anger, despair, and sadness in his eyes almost solidified into substance.
"Looking for death!" Seeing the Centaur leader break away from the Centaur group and leave the range of the same life skill, Roland raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and the sharp Dragon Slaying Sword jumped into his hand.
"Slash!" A slender blade of battle energy extended from the Dragon Slaying Sword, severing the wooden spear in his hand with a single strike. Roland, determined to pursue the enemy with all his remaining courage, swung the Dragon Slaying Sword once more, ready to kill the stubborn Centaur with a single blow...
"Bang!" A terrifying force came from the tiger's mouth, and the tiger's mouth wrapped in the gauntlet broke instantly. Roland frowned and had to let go of the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand. He clearly felt that if he forcibly grasped the Dragon Slaying Sword, the terrifying tearing force could completely tear off his shoulder.
"Who!" Roland exclaimed in shock. He clearly saw that it was an ordinary feather arrow that shot away his Dragon Slaying Sword. And who possessed such strength...
"Fan Erwei! What are you doing?" Roland roared as he saw the horse galloping towards him. He had never expected the attack to come from behind him! It was from the grassland elf lord, Fan Erwei, who had fought alongside him and shared his life and death!
"Plop!" Several knights rushed forward, stabbing the Centaur leader with their spears. The Centaur leader, with great power, waved his hands, raised his front hooves, dodged the incoming lances with his bare hands, and wrestled with the knights.
"King Roland! Don't hurt them!" Van Erwei shouted at the top of his voice before he even arrived.
"Swish!" After placing the Dragon Slaying Sword back on the neck of the Centaur leader who was being held captive by several knights, Roland said coldly, "Give me a reason not to kill them!"
"Boom!" Kaslo descended from the sky riding a flying dragon, subtly intimidating the centaurs who were ready to make a move.
"They are centaurs! Allies of the grassland elves!" Van Erwei said breathlessly after galloping over on his horse.
"Your allies can occupy my territory at will? And harm my people?" Roland asked back, pressing the sword in his hand down a little, and blood flowed from the neck of the Centaur leader.
"There might be some misunderstanding here!" Van Erwei advised hastily. He was afraid that Roland might use too much force and smash the centaur's head.
"Misunderstanding? Tell me! I'm listening!" Roland's face was unfriendly. This bastard almost beat his brain out. The Holy Knights almost suffered heavy casualties, and you tell me it was a misunderstanding?
