League of Legends Invades Another World

On the narrow and barren plain and the slightly muddy trade road, there is a cavalry team moving forward silently. The Dark Armor absorbs the scattered moonlight. If it is not for the gasp and hoof of the red war horse, we can't even find the existence of this cavalry.

"Lord vosman!"

The sound of the horse's hoofs came from far to near, and a Knox imperial cavalry manipulated the reins, turned over and slipped from the horse's back, half knelt in front of vosmann, panting.

"The town of irvindale was attacked by an explosion and is in chaos. Then a large number of enemies approached the town of irvindale. The number is unknown. It is speculated that more than 1000 people have surrounded the four gates of the town."

Hearing the speech, vosmann's look was suddenly heavy and motioned the trefari Legion soldiers on his side to take out the map, which was a strategic map drawn in detail by the war Mason.

"That's a good idea. It seems that the commander of the noble coalition has some strategies." vosmann's eyes are fixed on the town of ewendell on the east side of the map. Does he want to ambush reinforcements?

"Have you informed general dreus?" asked vosman.

"It's already arranged," nodded the Knox imperial cavalry. "Specific information will come later. We still keep people watching the enemy's next move."

"Do you have siege weapons?" vosmann asked abruptly, as if thinking of something.

"Yes, viewed from a distance, it seems to be bed crossbows and some equipment consigned by war horses, probably stone catapults," reported the Knights of the Knox empire.

"It's a little difficult. I don't know whether Gregory can support until general dreus arrives." vosmann raised his armor, showed his heavy face, and then looked up at the dark night, with inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

It is difficult to grasp the opportunity in a war. Sometimes, if you can't grasp it, it is the turning point of a battle.

It is more a test of a commander's on-the-spot ability and vision to seize opportunities.

"Give me orders, noxas, get ready to fight!" as if determined, vosman said to the trefari Legion soldiers on his side.

"It's time for these nobles to see the true spirit of the Knox empire!"

Half an hour later, vosmann led the noxasian cavalry through the narrow plain, getting closer and closer to the town of ewendell.

The dim moonlight falls on the earth, and the field of vision is blurred. You can't really see it at all. Even extraordinary professionals have limited field of vision.

But out of the necessity of the war, the nobles rarely sent enough scouts to guard and patrol around.

The roaring hoofs attracted the attention of the scouts for the first time. Under the blurred vision, they did not know the number of cavalry coming forward.

Some rookie scouts who had not experienced the baptism of blood rushed forward for the so-called military merit. Although they acted recklessly, the instructions of the knight instructor were still vivid, and they maintained a sufficient retreat distance.

Step on! Step on! Step on!

The heavy and swift sound of horses' hoofs splashed the soil. Under the pale moonlight, it was faintly visible that a cavalry in black armor left the main team, and then rushed frantically to these approaching scouts.

Ha, these people want to keep us?

The noble scouts who rushed forward looked at the cavalry team of no more than ten people and showed surprise and anger. Then let them taste the taste of cavalry guns.

This is a group of unqualified scouts, at least less than one tenth of the iron thorn cavalry, because they don't understand the meaning of scouts.

to be sonorous!

The Scout's battle started at the first time, and the two torrents crossed.

Then the outcome was decided. More than ten bodies were left on the muddy ground, basically from those arrogant noble scouts.

The victorious Knights of the Knox Empire did not chase the remaining scouts who fled. No, they were not scouts at all. They were just a group of poor and frightened cavalry.

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The north gate of irvindale town.

Viscount ornis rode his horse and watched the town of irvindale in the midst of the war. On the towering tower, a towering figure attracted his attention.

"Great Knight!" whispered Viscount ornis. "It seems that the modrian Knight still hides a lot of strength."

"If given a certain time, he will indeed become another emerging aristocrat in the north of the Kingdom, an independent aristocrat from the Peres family."

"But aren't these still in the Viscount's expectation?" the crisp sound of horses' hoofs mixed with compliments sounded behind his back.

"Baron Barrett, did something happen?" said Viscount ornis, turning to the approaching middle-aged man. His exquisite silver armor was somewhat conspicuous in the night.

"Yes, Lord ornnis, the other party's reinforcements are coming. They are very fast. They will arrive here in about two quarters of an hour."

Baron Barrett bowed slightly and said that it was amazing that in the process of bending down, the silver armor was not bound at all, as if there were no obstacles, and easily formed an arc.

"So what's your intention?" asked Viscount ornis, concealing a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"It's time to put a little pressure on the town of irvindale, or it will affect our plan," Baron Barrett said in a deep voice.

After countless years of changes and countless wars and conflicts, the military quality here is no less than that of the earth. Encirclement and support is only a part of this noble plan.

"Now that the enemy has been attracted, let's start the next plan." Viscount ornis nodded slightly. The opening of the game makes people feel a little excited.

"Next, let's watch the performance of Barrett light cavalry, hoping to win the first victory for us."

Barrett light cavalry, named after Baron Barrett, is a light cavalry whose frontal combat effectiveness is no less than that of heavy cavalry. Among them, five centurions are senior knights, more than a dozen knights, and other recruited extraordinary professionals.

"Your kind words!" Baron Barrett saluted again and left quietly.

Viscount ornis looked up at the aristocratic coalition forces already ready around him. His white hair moved slightly with the night wind. He was bound to win the war and no one could stop it.

"Bennett, arrange it and start the attack!"

"Yes!" said Bennett Craig respectfully, then turned around and rode his horse to the gathering place not far away.

A large number of shouts sounded in the dark night, the resting soldiers began to move, and the heavy bed crossbow slowly moved towards the town of irvindale under the night.

Around the bed crossbow are the 500 elite infantry of the noble coalition.

At the same time, the wooden cart hauled by mules and horses was opened to reveal sophisticated instruments, and then dozens of dwarves and goblins appeared to assemble the catapult provided by the rivodin blacksmith's shop.

Soon, catapults stood on the open space like giant steel beasts. They were war weapons for special battlefields, and the hard refined steel set off the dim moonlight.