The First Vampire Chapter 52 – Chapter 52: 052 Breaking the Formation (Part 2)_1

Chapter 52: 052 Breaking the Formation (Part 2)_1

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As the echoing horn resounded across the Ice Plain, the Trolls hurriedly arranged themselves in tight formation.

After days of battling, the Trolls had gradually become accustomed to the harassing rhythm of the Dark Cavalry attacks.

Fear, when endured for too long, turns into numbness.

Numbness accompanied by a sense of dealing with yet another nuisance.

At this moment, the Trolls skillfully arranging their formation to face the enemy, were not aware of what lay ahead of them.

From a bird's eye view, looming over tens of miles, the entire Dark Cavalry was mobilized, subtly beginning to encircle the Troll Army.

Prince Gambick, observing the Dark Cavalry approaching from all sides, slowly felt unease rise within him.

Too many!

This was no standard harassment operation!

However, even though Prince Gambick was now aware that the Dark Cavalry's full-scale attack was near, he found himself with no counter-strategy. Because, he had no idea where the Dark Cavalry's main attack would be directed.

From the onset of this battle, the Dark Cavalry had a firm grip on the initiative of the battlefield.

The Troll military formation, although massive, was incredibly bloated.

Once they revealed a weakness under the harassment attacks by the Dark Cavalry Light Cavalry, the hidden Heavy Cavalry from the shadows would strike like lightning, tearing the weakness into a lethal wound.

And finding this weakness was not difficult at all.

The ten-day-long harassment had already exhausted the Troll Army. Today, with the complete mobilization of the Dark Cavalry, the intensity of the harassment was increased, causing the pressure on the Trolls to instantly grow.

Under such massive pressure, the opportunity naturally emerged.

Marquis Garcia slowly raised his arm, and the three thousand Heavy Armoured Cavalry behind him began to advance gradually.

Their target was the right rear flank of the Troll military formation!

The chilling killing intent permeated the air over the Heavy Cavalry formation, feeling as real as tangible matter.

The thunderous sound of horse hooves echoed across the Ice Plain, drowning out all other sounds.

The ground began to tremble continuously, almost as if there was a minor earthquake brewing.

Under such formidable power, the Trolls soon noticed something amiss.

However, by then, it was already too late to readjust their formation.

The Dark Cavalry Heavy Cavalry began to gradually accelerate.

The Black Lion Flag in Colin's hand flapped violently in the wind.

Marquis Garcia lowered his visor, leveled his lance, and bent his body slightly forward.

The three thousand Heavy Cavalry behind him uniformly mirrored his actions.

Three thousand swiftly moving metal beasts, each holding a seven to eight meter long lance, were like a whirlwind of death sweeping towards the right rear flank of the Troll military formation.

Before such a force, it seemed like nothing could stand in the way.

Earlier, Colin thought Marquis Garcia's behavior of personally leading the charge was somewhat reckless; after all, it wasn't wise for a Commander to risk his life so directly.

But at this moment, being amidst such a terrifying Heavy Cavalry,

Colin had already cast such thoughts far away.

He did not know what rank of knight Marquis Garcia was, but even a knight who had advanced to the Holy Field, if trapped alone in an army of tens of thousands, would undoubtedly be besieged to death.

However, Marquis Garcia was not alone!

Behind him followed three thousand elite Heavy Armoured Cavalry, sworn to follow him unto death.

These three thousand passionate and fearless warriors, under the leadership of their idol, gradually united as one.

At this moment, every single one of them seemed to transcend the insignificance and limitations of mortal beings, bonding into an indestructible collective, an omnipotent—god!

Such a terrifying momentum, even before it reached the front of the troll army, has already triggered an uncontrollable panic and chaos.

“Raise your shields! Raise your shields! Don't move, the one who moves will be killed!”

The Troll officers screamed at the top of their lungs, desperately trying to maintain order in the ranks.

They understood very clearly, that facing this kind of heavy cavalry charge, the infantry's only hope is to maintain a perfect formation.

If the formation collapses, it would immediately escalate to a one-sided massacre!

However, facing the fearless charge of 3,000 heavy armored cavalry with terrifying impact power that seems not to belong to this world, nobody can maintain calm and firm.

Bang, bang, bang!

The thunderous sound of horse hooves became the dominant pitch throughout the world.

Each powerful strike hit the hearts of every troll warrior, causing them fear, causing them to tremble, making them want to run away at all costs!

A few scattered arrows and spears were shot from the troll ranks, but hitting the heavy cavalry's armor caused no significant damage.

Colin lifted the Black Lion flag high, he could nearly see the faces of the trolls up close- –

On them, written all over were terror and panic.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Accompanied by deafening noises, the front row heavy cavalry crashed into the shield wall as if it was a hedgehog.

Immediately, shields broke and spears shattered.

Countless troll soldiers, under such a terrifying impact, like light and airy puppets, madly sprayed blood and were blown away.

The defense line here was like a thin piece of paper, torn open in an instant to reveal an enormous rupture, countless ferocious steel beasts rushed in unabashedly.

After breaking the formation, the Dark Cavalry heavy cavalry was like a razor-sharp dagger, piercing ruthlessly into the right rear flank of the troll formation, and rapidly thrusting deeper.

Everywhere they passed, they left a bloody mess in their wake.

This terrifying scenario was akin to a hell on earth.

The harassing Light Cavalry of the Dark Cavalry swarmed in at the opportunity, rushed into the opening torn by the Heavy Cavalry, and began their own carnage.

By now, no troll officer could prevent the debacle from taking place.

The entire scene was a stark illustration of the phrase 'defeat is like the falling of a mountain'.

In fact, the bloody and terrifying scene of the heavy cavalry charges into troll ranks, though the direct casualties caused by them compared to the host of two hundred thousand strong troll army were relatively limited.

However, the heavy cavalry's charge completely crushed the troll's formation and instigated a horrifying panic. Such panic when spread could lead to an irreversible complete collapse.

The troll infantry at the front line trying to escape caused a chain reaction of retreat, a snowball effect leading to a complete collapse of the entire army, like a set of falling dominoes.

Sounds of galloping hooves, war cries, pleas for mercy, and screams… the entire twenty-mile radius was enveloped by the symphony of war.

The Dark Cavalry, like a flood breaching the dam, washed over, leaving a field strewn with troll corpses and rivers of blood.

At this point, whether soldiers or commanders, even Prince Gambick, couldn't change anything.

Anyone who stands in the way of the Dark Cavalry will be completely obliterated.

Prince Gambick closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

All of this, seemed like a terrible nightmare.

The guards beside him grabbed him, trying to escort him away.

But Prince Gambick stood motionless.

What was the point of running?

With an army of three hundred thousand reduced to ashes, he would rather die than to live in shame if he returned.

Prince Gambick shook off his guards, mounted his horse, and charged towards the direction of the Black Lion Flag, shouting:

“Come on! Garcia! My head is right here!”

Chapter end