I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 460: On the edge of despair, hope always exists

Dark purple blood mist rolled over the battlefield, and the wet soil suddenly made cracking sounds.

The leading druid suddenly clenched the oak staff in his hand, and the fluorescent green juice oozing out from between the bark texture suddenly solidified.

Mother Earth's response disappeared, replaced by a sickening smell of blood, like the juice of rotten fruit seeping into the pores.

"It's the dark vampires, kill them!" The old man's roar tore through the blood-red mist, and the bulging veins on the druids' necks trembled with the roar.

The moment they shed their human skins, the sunlight seemed to be dyed into a strange indigo.

Twenty silver-gray figures rose into the sky with strong winds, and the screams of wolf claws tearing through the air and the roars of beasts one after another intertwined into a prelude to death.

However, a deafening crash shattered the attack.

Four wild boar warriors wearing obsidian armor stepped on the ground, with red saliva like lava flowing between their fangs. These were new armors made for them by the dwarves.

They were able to knock the werewolves back with their backs as thick as city walls, and every time they swung their heads, several bloody marks were left.

In the center of the battlefield, twenty catapults were methodically pouring burning stones brought from somewhere. Those stones were as big as heads.

The giant arrows fired from the crossbows directly pierced through the iron plate of the chariot in the distance, and it was unknown whether the dark elves inside were seriously injured as a result.

"Destroy the enemy's catapults and crossbows first!" Alpha's silver armor glowed coldly in the blood mist.

The Knight of Light swung his sword to split the flying rubble, but the holy flame leaping on the blade was instantly swallowed up by the blood mist.

Amid Alpha's roar, dozens of war horses wearing steel wolf helmets rushed into the enemy camp like black lightning.

The dwarf knights swung out their flails to entangle the axles of the catapults, and their wolf-claw-shaped hooks accurately hooked the bowstrings of the crossbows, tearing them apart with a loud bang.

In the melee, the tip of Evelyn's vine staff glowed with emerald light.

Evelyn rode barefoot on Alpha's warhorse, which galloped across the devastated battlefield. Wherever it passed, thorns grew, forming a temporary barrier for the boar warriors besieged by werewolves.

Four balls of bright green light burst out from the tip of the staff and penetrated into the cracked scales of the wild boar warrior. Dense moss immediately grew on the wounds, quickly healing the fatal wounds.

"My lord, something is wrong!" A young druid screamed in the melee, wolf claws brushing past his ears, "How come they have dwarf assistance and elven magic? If they are dark blood clan, why haven't they used blood clan fangs yet!"

A faint light flashed in the wolf eyes of the druid leader, and he swung his staff violently. A vine whip wrapped with thorns chopped the approaching wolf knight to pieces.

"They opened up the blood moon field, and even the earth was bleeding!" His roar shook off the blood beads condensed on the trees, "This is more deadly than any fangs!"

Before he finished speaking, the entire battlefield suddenly sank into a bloody abyss. In the eyes of all the druids, the ground beneath their feet began to twist and wriggle, transforming into countless blood-red arms reaching toward the sky...

As dusk dyed the sky blood-red, the sound of hurried horse hooves tore through the hustle and bustle of the battlefield.

The blood-soaked Druid messenger pulled his horse to a halt, the reins leaving deep blood marks on his palms: "Captain Chloe! Smoke is rising from the southeast sentry tower, the enemy has broken through the three lines of defense, the clan leader is guarding the ancestral hall with a war drum in hand, and ordered us to return immediately for help!"

The pupils of the druid werewolf leader suddenly shrank, and his sharp claws unconsciously scratched the chain mail.

A few days ago, they received news that a powerful vampire was about to pass through their tribe, so they carefully set up an iron pincer formation to force the remnants of Alpha into a desperate situation.

But this also drained out half of the tribe's elite forces - the women and children who stayed behind at this moment could hardly maintain even the most basic thorn barrier, and faced with the sudden attack of an unknown enemy, they were like lambs to be slaughtered.

"You guys have planned this!" Chloe turned her head abruptly, her dark green pupils fixed on the group of dwarves in front of her.

These dwarves, with shadow runes wrapped around their bodies, were frantically destroying totem poles. The flying wood chips mixed with the strange spells coming out of the dwarves' throats made the werewolf leader's blood boil.

With a wolf howl that shattered dead leaves, Chloe transformed into a giant humanoid beast, and pounced on the nearest dwarf with her fangs as if tearing through the void.

The moment the sharp claws collided with the battle axe, a smelly blood mist exploded in the air.

Chloe's wolf kiss accurately bit the dwarf's throat, and her sharp teeth made a teeth-aching crisp sound as they pierced the larynx.

When the second broken body was thrown into the air, a heart-wrenching roar was heard in the distance: "Druid bastards! I, the dwarf Baras, curse you in the name of the God of Lava!"

The dwarf leader wielded a battle axe engraved with runes of revenge, and the blast from the axe knocked three werewolves to the ground.

In the melee, Alpha's silver mask glowed coldly in the setting sun.

The originally reserved prince of the blood clan finally lost his temper and raised his hand to signal: "Let them see real death."

Before he finished his words, the four wild boarmen let out a deafening roar towards the sky, the blue veins bulging under their skin wrapped around their bodies like red vines, and their armor burst into sharp pieces under the pressure of their surging muscles.

&34;Boom!&34;

The most burly boarman swung out his giant palm wrapped in metal gloves, and the three druid werewolves smashed the ancient trees ten feet away like kites with broken strings.

The werewolf's sharp claws fell on the boar man's stratum corneum-covered skin, leaving only a few white marks.

Chloe stared at the stalemate on the battlefield, the druid totem on her forehead burning with pain - the rapid sound of war drums coming from behind clearly indicated that the ancestral hall's defense line was already shaky.

"Let the bearmen kill them!" Chloe's roar was hoarse like the friction of metal.

Ten bear men wearing emerald battle patterns stepped out, slapping the ground with their bear paws, creating waves of air.

When the bear man's giant axe and the boar man's mace collided, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground within a radius of hundreds of feet, and the flying gravel was burned into powder in mid-air by the magical energy released by both sides.

"Lord Chloe!" The messenger's horse was overturned for the third time. He was covered in blood but still tightly grasped the blood-stained arrow. "The southwest defense line has been breached. The Elders Council requests..."

The voice stopped abruptly - a boar man's fang pierced his back, and warm blood dripped down the fang, blooming hideous red plums on the druid werewolf leader's shiny armor.

Chloe's roar shook the dead leaves off the treetops, but she stopped abruptly when she caught a glimpse of the scene at the edge of the battlefield.

The silver-armored knight surrounded by elves was surrounded by a strange blood-colored energy, and the spear in his hand was slowly absorbing the soul of the druid who died in the battle.

What's even more terrifying is that as the fight between the bear men and the wild boar men intensified, three bear men had been ripped open, and their beating hearts made sickening explosion sounds in the wild boar men's bloody mouths.

"Retreat!" The adjutant grabbed the leader's blood-stained cloak, "The ancestral hall's magic barrier can only last half an hour at most!"

Chloe took one last look at the battlefield soaked in blood, and her sharp claws scratched five deep marks on the rock: "Remember this day, I want the hearts of all living things on this land to become sacrifices to the Moon Goddess!"

As the druids' battle flags faded into the dusk, Alpha wiped the blood off his sword and chuckled: "The real show has just begun. I, Alpha Knight, will face any attack from you head-on."

The dusk dyed Alpha's silver armor dark red. He looked in the direction where the remaining druid troops disappeared, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the handle of the gun.

The smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated on the battlefield. Broken arms and limbs and torn animal skin flags were entangled in the scorched earth, and the air was filled with a pungent smell mixed with rust and sulfur.

"Retreat." Alpha's deep voice startled a few crows that were pecking at the carrion. The two hundred or so cavalrymen behind him sheathed their swords at the same time. The sound of metal clashing was like the whisper of death.

Alpha only left a small number of dwarves to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.

The tragic situation in the tank area made him frown.

Four dwarf-built iron armored chariots were tilted in the rubble, with barbed crossbow arrows entangled in the broken parts of the shafts and half of the dwarf's limbs pressed under the wheels.

The dwarf squatted beside the smoking car body and knocked on the steel plate. Sparks flew and cursed: "These bastards corroded the bearings with sulfuric acid!"

"Gather all the carts and remove all the parts that can be taken away." Alpha kicked away the stone pestle that blocked the road and rolled over the broken crystal bottle with his boots.

"Send twenty people to guard the surroundings, and the rest..." Before he finished speaking, a sound of breaking air was heard.

The elf Melissa swooped past like a night owl. As the silver bow trembled, the messenger crow exploded in the air, and warm blood splashed on her pale cheeks.

"Southeast, at least two thousand cavalry." The female elf shook off the blood stains on the bowstring and dodged Alpha's outstretched hand.

Behind Melissa, the dust rising from the horizon was like a huge black wave, and the sound of metal colliding and the neighing of war horses could be heard faintly.

Alpha's pupils shrank into pinpoints, and he immediately turned around and ordered: "After the wounded are placed in the wreckage of the chariot, the archers will build a half-moon-shaped defense line!"

Alpha's light magic condensed into a shield at his fingertips, covering the wounds of the seriously injured one by one. However, the holy light could not dispel the grayness on their faces.

When the last healing spell dissipated, Alpha suddenly pulled out his spear, and the blood-red runes wrapped around the spear blade suddenly lit up: "Alpha Knights! Charge with me!"

The boarmen let out a deafening roar, and four mountain-like bodies crashed into the enemy camp.

The enemy's spear formation collapsed instantly under the impact, but the boar man's thick skin was pierced by the sharpened steel, and blood dyed the spear shafts red like a fountain.

The leading wild boar king tore off the broken gun stuck in his chest and smashed the enemy into a pulp, his intestines dragging on the ground, still waving his mace forward.

Every time Alpha swung his Bloodthirsty Spear, it left a scarlet afterimage, and the flesh and blood of the pierced enemy turned into streams of light and sank into the gun.

He became more courageous as the battle went on, and the bloodstains on the silver armor made the runes even more dazzling.

However, when the enemy cavalry began to outflank the two wings, the elves' rain of arrows and the goblins' chariot crossbows became unbalanced.

"The left wing is in danger!" The dwarf Baras's battle axe split the enemy's helmet, and brains splattered on his gnarled beard, "They are going to break through the wounded line!"

Alpha turned around and saw the enemy's elite cavalry holding black flags with skulls painted on them, advancing in a wedge formation towards the rear.

Alpha raised his spear high, and the light magic condensed into a huge light shield at the tip of the spear: "Honor is my life! Victory is my soul!"

Amid the deafening shouts and cries of killing, Da Gama was caught in a dilemma, holding the prisoner's chains.

The knights at the other end of the chain looked at their friendly forces rushing towards them, their eyes full of struggle. If they chose to live, they would attack Alpha, but they would always be bandits.

When the first roar of the slingshot rang out, these knights who had sworn allegiance suddenly exerted force at the same time - not rushing towards Alpha, but using their shields to block the crossbow arrows shot at the wounded.

"We are not robbers!" Da Gama's roar was mixed with a rain of arrows, "but we are even more unwilling to watch women and children being slaughtered!"

Da Gama swung his sword to cut the chains, and turned around with three hundred knights to face his comrades. The blood-stained cloaks of those former comrades-in-arms fluttered in the wind like a new battle flag.

Under the bloody setting sun, Alpha's silver armor had been dyed into a dark crimson purple.

Every time he thrust out with his Bloodthirsty Spear, it brought up a string of scarlet blood beads, and the runes flowing on the spear blade greedily absorbed the enemy's vitality.

Fifty corpses lay at his feet, but the enemy came like a tide, and the sound of armor colliding and shouting made his eardrums hurt.

"The magic shield can't hold up!" Elf Princess Evelyn supported the magic while attacking the enemy.

Melissa's bowstring hummed under the heavy strain, beads of sweat covered her pale face, and the light of the magic arrow grew dim.

"Hymn of Light also began to roar intermittently." Alpha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He could clearly feel the drying up of the magic power in his body - although the Blood-Weeping Spear could replenish physical strength, it could not fill the gap in magic.

&34;跟我冲！&34;阿尔法猛地扯下破损的披风，露出胸口狰狞的战纹，&34;勇者的字典里，从没有&39;退却&39;二字！&34;

The wild boar men roared loudly, their bodies soaked in blood but they fought bravely, using their flesh and blood to tear a hole in the enemy's formation.

Alpha fired his spear repeatedly, and wherever the tip of the spear passed, blood spurted out of the enemy's throat.

When they finally broke through the enemy lines, they were exhausted.

The soldiers panted while leaning on their weapons, and the blood oozing from their wounds turned the ground beneath their feet into mud.

But the enemy cavalry soon surrounded them from both sides, and arrows poured down like a rainstorm.

"Mobile warfare!" Alpha swung his gun and shot down two sharp arrows. "As long as we can hold them back, there will be a chance of success!"

Although Alpha's voice was firm, he understood in his heart that this was an almost desperate struggle.

The elves had used up their magic arrows, the dwarf Balas's battle axe had a big hole in it, and even the bravest boar king had three deep wounds on his chest that could be seen to the bone.

The groans of the wounded in the rear mixed with the enemy's shouting and cursing sounded like the death knell.

Just when everyone was on the verge of collapse, a cloud of dust suddenly rose from the horizon.

The new cavalry swept in like a black torrent, and the metallic reflections were so blinding in the setting sun.

"It's over..." The dwarf mechanic slumped to the ground, the wrench in his hand falling to the ground with a clang.

&34;Lord Alpha! We are here to support you!&34;

A familiar roar tore through the sky.

The violent knights led by Kuntai were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the enemy's flank.

These biologically modified warriors exuded a strange purple light. Their horses galloped wildly on the corpses of their enemies, and they swung the flails in their hands, smashing their enemies into meat paste in an instant.

Darwin's magic cut a bloody path, and Mingyue's double swords danced out a silver light net, and enemies fell down wherever they went.

"Kill!" Alpha's eyes lit up with new fighting spirit. He raised his spear high, and the Blood Rune burst into a dazzling red light. "Let them know that the glory of the Alpha Knights cannot be trampled upon!"

The two forces merged and the situation of the battle was reversed in an instant.

The frenzied attacks of the Berserker Knights and the precise coordination of the Alpha Knights complemented each other, and the enemy's formation began to disintegrate.

When the last enemy fell, Alpha stood on the pile of corpses, with the tattered but still fluttering battle flag of the Knights behind him.

The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the flag, and the oath of "never give up" fluttered in the wind, witnessing this miraculous battle from despair to victory.