Chapter 1103: Druzy Is Always One Step Ahead

Hundreds of slaves were towed to the slave ship. Under the personal supervision of Loxia, no one dared to peek at these precious properties of Nagarys. The skin cutting operation used for marking was forced to be cancelled, leaving only iron rings hanging on the chest, indicating that these were the spoils of the God-blessed evil party.

The dark riders who were scouting ahead sent news that the troops of the Duke of Bretonnia were less than an hour away from the coastline. More than a dozen Holy Grail Knights were emitting golden light and were leading the Ranger Knights to sweep possible sentinels.

Loxia was not going to waste time testing each other with Lyonnis. It would take some time for the serf troops to reach the coastline. Killing the Duke and capturing slaves both required large-scale frontal battlefields.

"Where is Loxia?"

The trainer walked to the side of the admiral with a hunched body. "Loxia is in good condition. After eating human corpses, he was a little excited, contrary to his usual behavior."

Loxia, a sea dragon carefully cultivated by the trainer of Karkaronde, was named after the ancestor of the Fallen Heart.

After the death of the Black Dragon Wave Whirlpool, this sea dragon was the only beast that Rockhill could ride, even though Rockhill's stupid IQ made Lord Kraken a little annoyed.

But having and not having are always two different things. A sea dragon with some IQ is always better than a stupid hydra and abyss siren.

"Open the trap, drag the war hydra and the abyss siren to the land, and sacrifice one hundred human slaves to Ajax Lema."

The trainer and the first mate nodded in agreement, leaving Rockhill to look at the green plains in the distance, and he laughed at the order just now.

One hundred slaves... Even in the most difficult period of the Blessed Evil Party, they had never been so stingy.

Rockhill turned around and walked towards the command of the legion sent by Kuran. Most of the elite pirates of the Blessed Evil Party were lost in the elven civil war, and only nearly a thousand people went to sea with them.

He was confident that he could chop off the human head of Duke Lyonness, but how to face the impact of the Holy Grail Knights as the vanguard was something the pirates could not take care of.

After all, Karl Kalond had long disappeared, and Lord Kraken had no place to look for fearless spearmen and dark swordsmen.

The thin commander of the legion was a black guard holding a halberd. After hearing Loxia's arrangement, he slowly nodded, but put forward an opinion.

"Fifty percent of the captured slaves should be given to us."

Loxia's palm was vaguely placed on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and he first used words to remind the somewhat offensive black guard.

"The blessed evil party does not like to share the spoils."

"But you will get used to it." The black guard's halberd maintained the same posture as Lord Kraken, and the sharp blade seemed to point to Loxia's octopus helmet.

"Four percent."

"Four and a half."

"Deal."

After completing the transaction, the black guard nodded and instructed his subordinates to jump from the black ark to the landing ship. Although not as skilled as the pirates, every Druzy was a sailor drifting on the sea, far better at fighting in the waves than the Bretonnian sea knights.

Two Abyssal Sirens, three War Hydras, forty Cold Lizard Knights, sixty Black Guards, two hundred Dark Riders, seven hundred Ark Pirates, three thousand core troops of Dread Spearmen and Dark Swordsmen, and fifteen hundred Black Crossbowmen.

This is the fighting power that Loccia can show. Compared with the tens of thousands of troops that the Witch King could easily mobilize during the Elf Civil War, it is particularly ridiculous.

The long spears in the forests approached the land in an orderly manner. They wanted to let Bretonnia know that this was not a simple plundering battle. If they did not show their true abilities, the entire Kingdom of Lyonness would be turned into a sea of ​​fire under the blade of Druzy.

The dark armor covered the bodies and faces of the elven soldiers. In order to hide their past failures, the warriors who had killed under the banner of the Witch King chose to cut off an ear and throw it into the forge with the helmet, letting blood and fire temper their souls together.

Only a pair of dark and dead eyes were revealed under the darkness of the visored helmets. These elves did not do so voluntarily, but Kuran Blackhand did not mind paying some price for failure.

He surrendered to Imrik, Malekith died at the hands of his best friend, and the soldiers who led to the Witch King's failure could not escape the blame.

The Ark pirates were slightly in awe of their compatriots. It was not easy to scare a madman, but the gathering of self-mutilators would inevitably cause fear.

The simple position was quickly set up under the manipulation of the veterans who had fought for a hundred years, and it was a simple matter to deal with Bretonnia.

After welcoming the iron hoof charge and protecting the two wings, they fought with the Bretonnian infantry.

The key point lies in the casualties tolerance of both sides. Whether the Bretonnian knights took the lead in opening the battle, or Druzy first dealt with the auxiliary serf infantry, was the key to the battle.

On the flat coastline with no retreat, there was no need for too much tactical deduction. Whoever killed fast enough would win the final victory.

At dawn, Locsia exhaled a turbid gas. This battle lacked too much.

The Black Ark Magic Tower, which was supposed to protect the land battle, lacked the maintenance of the sorceresses, and the harpy's nest had long been empty, leaving the God-blessed villains with no countermeasures against Pegasus and stables, not to mention the black dragons that had air superiority.

But this was the price of survival...

The first mate sent a message that the serfs were approaching, roughly 30,000 people, and their equipment configuration was no different from the previous plundering.

Wait for the serfs to approach and let the knights charge under their cover? This was a stupid decision. Only a shorty would think of holding a shield and waiting for the enemy to attack.

And Druzy is always one step ahead.

A whistle sounded, and the fearful spearmen and dark swordsmen who were ready to go immediately abandoned the temporary positions that served as smoke bombs and ran to the Lyonness knights a kilometer away at the fastest speed.

The cold lizard knights hid in the dark of the flanks, staring coldly at the every move of the knights in the distance. The price of lack of mobility is that they need to fall into the rhythm of the enemy. Too few cavalry put the battle situation at a disadvantage.

The huge war hydra roared hoarsely and charged with Druzy with heavy steps. The stupid siren restrained its hunger for the flesh and blood around it under the whip of the trainer, and moved its heavy body to run on the flank.

And the fastest person was the Kraken Lord riding the sea dragon Rockhill. He sat on the arched back of the sea snake, allowing all knights to see the hideous and terrifying giant monster helmet.

"Loccia, the Fallen Heart..." The Duke immediately became alert after seeing the iconic helmet. Over the past hundred years, Bretonnia has been plundered by the evil party blessed by God several times, and all of them have suffered heavy losses.

But in the end, it was still a little too late. At a very close position, the sea dragon Lokshire flexibly twisted its snake-like body to avoid the bombardment of the catapult, opened its big mouth full of jagged blades, and blew out a breath of highly corrosive seawater.