The entire camp was filled with the sounds of wailing, blades slicing through flesh, and bones shattering. Fang Xin wore a knight's armor, its thick iron plating protecting him as he too had reddened his eyes, killing off the dark soldiers one by one, sending them plummeting into darkness.

  He seemed to feel no fatigue at all, hacking away endlessly, his cloak and armor were stained with blood everywhere, even with flesh threads, this was the color of hell.

  In the fierce slaughter, suddenly, Fang Xin sank heavily, as if heaven and earth had already disappeared, only seeing the prey in front of him, his heart and hands were one with the long sword, piercing through them, killing the opponent's feeling.

  The dark soldiers at the gap had all been killed by him, and the last dark soldier finally felt fear, a power that was in no way inferior to Lord Dark Knight.

  This dark warrior, feeling only a flash of light, felt a chill within him. His face was instantly distorted by terror. He tried to scream loudly, but his mouth only spat out bloody foam into the air.

  At this time, the camp was finally organized and reacted. Twenty professional archers shot at the dark soldiers outside, only a few meters away. The dark soldiers were unable to dodge, one by one fell to the ground. At the gap, only two people could enter and exit, but Fang Xin intercepted them. He was like a giant stone, smashing any soldier who tried to rush in into pieces.

  At this moment, there were already ten long spear holders nearby, participating in the battle at the gap. Any soldier who rushed in was pierced by a group of spears, and Fang Xin's pressure was suddenly reduced.

  At this time, a strange curse echoed through the camp.

  As soon as he heard the voice, Fang Xin's heart suddenly moved violently. This was very dangerous, extremely dangerous. The unpredictable danger coming from behind enveloped his heart, making it impossible for him to continue fighting. However, at this moment, the gap had been guarded, and there would be no danger in a short period of time. He immediately retreated, took a deep breath, and stared straight at the wizard who was still chanting ten meters away.

  Then he went straight up a few steps, one step two steps three steps four steps. Fang Xin suddenly felt the fluctuations in the wizard's heart. By the fifth step, Fang Xin felt an even greater danger, apparently, that was this wizard's guard line.

  "Boom!" The wizard finally made his move, a yellow mist rapidly spreading outside the wall, enveloping nearly half of the dark soldiers. Suddenly, mournful wails rose and fell in succession.

  One minute later, the yellow smoke dispersed, and the scene in front of him made Fang Xin feel a wave of dizziness, and a huge fear arose in his heart - hundreds of dark soldiers were not dead, but they were wailing, rolling over, their skin was rapidly rotting.

  Although no one died, these people were obviously unable to fight anymore. Now, three hundred dark soldiers suddenly lost half of their numbers, with half of them being the work of the wizard. This was the power of magic. The morale of the dark soldiers collapsed, and they retreated in disarray.

  At this scene, Fang Xin immediately reacted, he took a deep breath, stared at the wizard for a moment, turned over and mounted his horse, while other cavalrymen also came to their senses, they got on their horses, with long swords shining in their hands.

  Eighteen riders, with a loud noise, charged out. Fang Xin felt his breathing was a bit urgent, but he still stared intently at the dark soldiers, then swung down his long sword. The war horses let out short neighs and snorted.

  A dark soldier let out a miserable cry as he fell to the ground, his blood splashing into the air and scattering far away.

  The war horse behind him raised its hooves and let out a long whinny.

  "Charge! Kill them!" Fang Xin conveyed the order, and hundreds of militiamen poured out of the camp. They first harvested the dark soldiers who were still screaming on the ground, and then the cavalry followed closely behind.

  Time and time again, Fang Xin felt the cold-blooded sensation of each swing of his hand producing a fountain of blood, even the warm fresh blood that splashed onto his body brought wave after wave of warmth.

  Behind him, the sound of chopping, wailing, horses' neighing, and the tearing of flesh by weapons, all so intense, so real, Fang Xin's head turned back, gazing intently.

  At this time, another magic of the wizard appeared, and a batch of giant yellow bees suddenly appeared in the air. These yellow bees seemed to have their own will, one after another quickly caught up with the dark soldiers, and then there were painful cries.

  Before his eyes was a blur of black and white, as if the fragments of eternity had coalesced into a film. Fang Xin suddenly felt an indescribable sense of revulsion and nausea, but he forced it down, slowly turning his horse back.

  The fog dispersed, but there was no bright light, for the wind brought a gentle rain, this spring rain with a hint of chill, refreshing and invigorating.

  The battle has now become a certainty, the scattered dark soldiers have only one way to die under siege, novice knight James shouted loudly, pursuing and killing thoroughly, while the cavalry also surrounded and killed one by one.

  Newly killed people, blood is crazily gushing out, dyeing the ground nearby red, and at multiple locations of the corpses, some blood gradually gathered into a small pool.

  Fang Xin did not pursue the killing, he returned to the camp, his two knight attendants were alive, but one was injured and the other was basically intact. They hurriedly came up and removed his armor - this was a very difficult task, as several openings had been torn in the armor, some of which had deformed at the joints, and the armor was covered in blood and flesh, causing the attendant to vomit once.

  "How many Dark Troopers escaped?" A moment later, Fang Xin asked without lifting his head. Across from him, James, the apprentice knight who was also covered in blood, returned.

  "Hannibal's knights, they fled with no more than twenty!" James yelled on the battlefield until his throat was hoarse, but still full of excitement: "The others were all killed by us, this time we achieved an unprecedented victory!"

  Fang Xin smiled and nodded, at this time, the helmet had finally been taken off, the craftsman hastily took it over and began to repair it.

  "We can't stay here, but we also can't be careless. Pull up the wooden stakes and choose another location to set up camp. Also, prepare a clean and warm tent for me and Isador Haggerty the wizard, have the chef cook a delicious meal, and bring two buckets of hot water to help us relax!"

  "You must continue to be busy, add a sword to the dark soldiers who have not yet died, organize all the tenants together, dig pits for us overnight, and bury the corpses. Our dead warriors have set up tombstones, do you understand?"

  "Alright, I've got this, Hannibal," James said, not feeling the least bit privileged, but rather as if it was his due.

  Just now, he was a sensible person, of course, knowing that when the Dark Knight rushed into the camp, if Fang Xin hadn't intercepted and killed him, it would have been himself who ended up dead.

  At this time, someone brought grape wine and someone else brought strong liquor to clean Fang Xin's wound. They also lit a fire and boiled the bandages in boiling water.

  Fang Xin originally didn't drink, but at this time, he felt that there was nothing better than liquor. He took it and drank it all in one gulp. Then, enduring the pain of the strong liquor cleaning his wound, he looked towards Isardor Hagtis, the wizard.

  Isador Hagetti the warlock was treated similarly, a relatively clean spot was cleared and a stool placed on it for him to sit down, and wine was poured for him, but no one approached him.

  He certainly knew the reason. In fact, the wizard's power would only make ordinary people feel fear and terror, while the knight's power would be welcomed...

  But thinking of this, Fang Xin's smile was instantly retracted, he had to admit that Isard Hagtorn the wizard was a formidable opponent, his magic was really terrifying.

  What is it that makes such people willing to be with themselves?

  After a while, Fang Xing and others finished packing up and went forward: "Isado Hagt, thank you very much for your help. Your magic is really too powerful."

  Isador Hagt smiled slightly, that was his response to the kind greeting: "Magic is also limited, just like knights are limited, isn't it? To defeat our enemies, we should unite, make up for each other's shortcomings and trust each other!"

  Isador Hagerty sensed Fang Xin's suspicion of him.

  "What you said is that from now on, we will help each other. Come, let's have a drink for victory!" Fang Xin said with a smile, as if after this battle, he had become much more familiar.