A warrior with keen eyesight looked ahead and saw a black wave rushing towards them.

The warriors were momentarily stunned, then shouted, "Young Clan leader, there are enemies.

I'm not blind.

I can see.

" The young man was somewhat flustered, but quickly calmed down, getting a bit angry.

They dared to take the initiative to attack.

These Red River scoundrels have some guts, but I will make them understand that courage alone is useless.

Strength is the hard truth.

Brave barbarian warriors, charge with me and crush this bunch of scoundrels.

Let them see what true strength is.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man rode out first, raising his long knife like a black lightning bolt.

The barbarian warriors behind him cheered and excitedly charged forward as if the opponents were not enemies, but a piece of cooked fat meat.

A group of weak Red River tribesmen, no matter how many there were, could only face defeat in the face of their charge.

Chapter 12.

Defeat looking at the barbarian warriors charging forward.

Night battle was momentarily taken back.

Then couldn't help but smile.

No wonder they are the dominant force of the black earth plains.

Regardless of anything else, their courage is undeniable.

They don't even know our numbers and dare to lead the charge.

I really don't know whether to call them confident or arrogant.

If they win, it's confidence.

If they lose, it's arrogance.

There's a saying from the chieftain that I really like.

Only the victors have the right to explain everything.

The robust man beside him had fiery eyes, watching the rapidly approaching barbarian warriors, feeling his blood boiling.

Well said.

Night battle nodded slightly, then squeezed his horse's belly and raised his spear.

Heavy cavalry charge with me.

Kill.

With a roar from the 3,000 men in front, they galloped out.

Following night battle, clearly there were only 3,000 of them.

Yet they surged forward like a 100,000 troops, an imposing wave of black crashing towards the enemy.

Soon the two valiant cavalry units met.

Something seemed off with his cavalry.

As the two armies approached, the young man at the front looked at the pitch black armor of the opposing cavalry.

Feeling the terrifying aura and suddenly felt a jol in his heart, sensing something was a miss.

However, at this moment, the distance between the two sides was only a few hundred steps, which was just a blink of an eye for cavalry.

Any action would be superfluous.

D night battle roared, thrusting his spear forward.

The vast energy within him erupted in an instant, transmitting to the spear, which then transformed into a blood dragon flying out.

The fourth tier barbarian warrior, blocking the way, didn't even have time to react before being engulfed by the blood color dragon.

Losing his upper body, Agiraa.

Seeing their strongest warrior killed so easily, the barbarian warriors were shocked, their eyes filled with fear.

However, their terror was just beginning.

Among the same tier, only heavy cavalry could clash with heavy cavalry.

The heavy cavalry that Sue Shingu painstakingly forged was undoubtedly the strongest in the Nightclan.

Before colliding with the enemy, they raised their spears.

Bang, bang, bang.

Without any surprises, it was as if a bulldozer charged into a wheat field.

All the cavalry in front of the heavy cavalry were either pierced to death or knocked to the ground, then trampled into a bloody mess by hooves.

The fierce barbarian warriors truly deserve the title of Black Earth overlords.

They were not intimidated by this scene, even when death was imminent.

They swung their blades forward in the final moments of their lives, wanting to take their enemies along with them.

However, what filled them with despair was that their formidable blades only sparked against the enemies, failing to break through their defenses.

How is this possible? How could the Red River Alliance have such powerful cavalry? I don't believe it.

The young man watched as the barbarian warriors around him fell one by one, feeling both shock and fear.

Heavy cavalry.

This is heavy cavalry.

How could such a monstrous unit appear in this desolate land? Where did they get so much iron? The middle-aged man beside him turned pale, his face full of despair.

Off of the enemy's heads as sacrifices to the king, discarding his spear, night battle drew the long knife from his saddle and began to slaughter fiercely within the ranks.

With every swing of his knife, several enemies fell.

After he exploded and killed the only fourth tier warrior on the barbarian side, the enemy had no match for night battle.

At the beginning of the battle, the scales of victory tipped directly towards the Knight Clan, and there was no chance of a turnaround.

The battlefield entered garbage time.

There was no choice.

Night Battle was leading the strongest elite core of the Knight Clan, and whether in strength, equipment, or fighting will, they were the best.

Under the advantage of taking the initiative, it was not surprising that they easily routed the barbarian cavalry.

After night battles, heavy cavalry pierced through the barbarian cavalry.

The cavalry behind them swiftly joined the battle.

An hour later, this war without any suspense declared an end.

They killed over 2,000 enemies and captured nearly 6,000.

While their own casualties were less than 100.

Undoubtedly, this was a glorious victory.

The moment the war ended, the sky suddenly darkened.

Clouds obscured the sun and an unviewable giant shadow appeared, transforming into countless droplets of rain that descended, merging into the bodies of all Nightclan warriors.

The wounds of the injured soldiers healed at a visible speed.

Nearly a thousand completed breakthroughs on the spot, stepping into a new realm.

The remaining soldiers, although not breaking through, felt their training progress advance significantly.

While this excited the Knight Clan warriors, what made them even happier was the two words that appeared in their minds as the rain merged into their bodies.

Not bad, the divine sound was ethereal, devoid of any emotion.

Nevertheless, it stirred the soldiers present to great excitement, eager to rush to the barbarian tribe and offer all the barbarians as sacrifices to the gods.

Our Lord is eternal.

Our Lord is eternal.

Our Lord is eternal.

Looking at the fervent and almost insane knight clan warriors, the capture barbarians felt genuine fear, instinctively swallowing hard.

Among them, the frail middle-aged man's reaction was particularly exaggerated, looking at the world that had regained its brightness.

Disbelief filled his eyes.

Gods? How could there be gods in this desolate land? What is going on? Suppressing his excitement.

Night battle instructed his aid beside him.

Take all these captives back to the black earth stronghold.

The chieftain should be coming soon.

Everyone, don't let your guard down.

If nothing goes wrong, we will soon attack the barbarian tribe.

Fight.

Fight, fight.

The soldiers were filled with momentum.

Initially, some were still worried.

After all, the barbarians had dominated the Black Earth Plains for a long time and had a formidable reputation.

However, after this battle, so this is the strength of the barbarian tribe that has dominated the Black Earth Plains, it's nothing much.