Chapter 1109
The bishop's knights stopped, and the two teams of knights faced each other in the rain, the eyes of both sides full of fear.
"It turns out that the people of the Flanders Empire disrespect chivalry so much, what about the face of the royal family?" Archbishop Yade said coldly, his hair and beard were wet by the rain.
The great Celtic knight sneered and said, "For bishops who seek power and usurp the throne, there is no need to abide by chivalry."
"snort!
Archbishop Yade snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Your four thousand knights may not be our opponents."
The remaining 3,000 knights, under the influence of the Bishop for a long time, have become completely loyal to Archbishop Yade, and are willing to entrust their lives to the bishop's fanatics.
"There are only 3,000 knights, we are not afraid." The great Celtic knight said disdainfully, keeping his eyes on the front, wanting to see if Her Royal Highness's support knights had arrived.
Archbishop Yade's body and the horse swayed from side to side, his eyes full of murderous intent, and he said in a deep voice, "I don't know who will have the last laugh."
This battle is a battle of the last stand. Archbishop Yade has already lost a lot. This battle must be won in order to survive.
"Then let's see whose knight is braver." The Celtic grand knight shouted loudly, holding the knight's sword tighter in his hand.
He also can't lose this battle. Bearing the expectations of Her Royal Highness, only by winning Archbishop Yade can he occupy more territories and have greater capital against Haiyan City.
"Knights, the bishop is facing disaster now, and you need to come forward." Archbishop Yade shouted.
The knights who believe in the bishop have already looked down on their own lives, and they follow the bishop to the death, with faith in their hearts.
"Defend the Bishop of the God, and swear to the death to protect the Bishop of the God." The knights shouted against the rain.
The rain did not show any signs of weakening, and kept pouring down. The rain slapped frantically on the knight's armor and long sword. Even though the rain dazzled the eyes, no one closed them.
"Hmph! I don't know what to say.
The great Celtic knight snorted coldly, and shouted loudly, "Whoever can take Yad will be awarded a title and land when he returns."
"Kill! Kill!" The knights yelled in unison, their momentum not losing to the bishops at all.
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"Patter...
The rain continued to wash the two teams of knights, showing no sign of weakening.
"Knights, go." The great Celtic knight pulled the reins and rushed ahead.
"Kill them all for me." The knight commander also echoed, following closely behind.
"Kill!" The Knights of the Flanders Empire slashed at each other in a mighty manner.
"Tap Tat Tat...
Archbishop Yade was not so brave, and let the knight Noel lead the knight to the front, while he was behind.
The great knight Noel led the knights and rushed forward and shouted, "Knights, follow me."
Although I was very scared, there was no room for retreat now, and I couldn't retreat, so I could only bite the bullet and rush forward.
"Tap Tat Tat...
"Clang clang clang...
-A minute or so later, the two teams of knights clashed, swords intertwined with each other, making the harsh sound of weapons rubbing against each other.
The rain slapped on the armor, blood splashed on the long sword, and the war horse neighed non-stop. There was no smoke and dust in this confrontation, only blood everywhere.
"Oh!"
The bishop's knight was fearless, holding his spear and sword and slashing forward desperately without stopping at all.
"Damn it, how dare you not be afraid of death." The great Celtic knight frowned, and the long sword in his hand kept slashing and killing the knights rushing up.
The knight commander used one to block two, and kept charging, shouting encouragement while killing, "Knights, the title is not far away, show your momentum."
"Kill!" The knights were encouraged, and the hands waving their spears became stronger.
War is the fastest way for the knights to obtain the title. If they follow the steps, there is no hope of raising the title in this life.
Archbishop Yard looked at the battlefield with a frown, and shouted angrily after a while, "Noel, don't back down."
At this moment, the hands of the great knight Noel holding the long sword were trembling, and he began to rush to the front, and then hid behind when the confrontation occurred.
...Yes..." The great knight Noel clenched the saber in his hand, and swung it towards the knights of the Flanders Empire.
Seeing this scene, the great Celtic knight sneered, and said mockingly, "King Yard, look at what your great knight looks like now."
... Archbishop Yade's face became even more gloomy when he heard the words of sarcasm. Now he can only rely on more than 3,000 fanatics.
The war fell into a stalemate. Although there were 4,000 knights in the Flanders Empire, the bishop's knights had already been killed.
With only 3,000 knights, the formation presented was slightly better.
The knight controlled the horse and came to the side of the big knight, and reported, "My lord, the opponent has no intention of being defeated at all.
Hateful bishop. "The Celtic Grand Knight's face was ugly, he didn't expect that he had no advantage on his side.
Half an hour passed. Although the knights led by the Celtic grand knights were not as brave as the bishop's knights, due to the suppression of the number and the temptation of the title, the two sides fought back and forth. "Tap Tat Tat...
When the knights on both sides were stalemate, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance. Due to the heavy rain and fog, it was impossible to see who was coming. Archbishop Yade turned his horse's head and stared at the direction of the sound.
His face was very ugly. He had been forced to this situation. He was a knight group who knew the direction of the sound of horseshoes. It was absolutely impossible for him to be a friendly army.
"Damn it, is it from the Flanders Empire? Or was that woman Timothy sent?" Archbishop Yard panicked a little.
The great knight Noel also heard the sound of horseshoes, and quickly retreated from the front line, and came to the side of Archbishop Yade.
The displeased expression on the face of the Celtic Grand Knight when he heard the sound of horseshoes,-
All of a sudden it disappeared.
"My lord, you must be a member of the princess." The knight commander said happily, as long as it is a friendly army, then this battle will be relatively easy to fight, and there is no need to continue to stalemate.
The great Celtic knight pulled the reins, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "It must be a knight sent by His Highness."
A knight team of thousands of people pierced through the rain and fog, led by the knights of the Flanders Empire.
"My lord, we can end the war." The knight commander smiled, ignoring the rain on his face. "Tread...
Ten minutes later, more than a thousand knights arrived, forming an encirclement circle with the four thousand knights ahead, enclosing Archbishop Yade and the others together.
