389: Chapter 41, Gold Bimon Luoyeiya_4 389: Chapter 41, Gold Bimon Luoyeiya_4 The Bimon cavalryman died, and the war beast beneath him went berserk.
In the blink of an eye, Hudson watched as several horseback cavalryn were attacked by the war beast.
Without the slightest hesitation, Hudson urgently shot another arrow at the frenzied, masterless war beast, and ordered his cavalryn at the sa ti: “Kill both the war beasts and their riders – leave no survivors!”
To be blunt, Hudson was very covetous of these Bimon war beasts.
Unfortunately on the Continent of Aslante, there had never been an instance of the human race taming these Bimon war beasts.
A common saying on the continent was that Bimon war beasts shared life and death with their Bimon knights.
When a Bimon knight was lost in battle, the war beast would soon follow them in death.
The truth of this saying was unverified, but Hudson didn’t believe he could achieve sothing that countless predecessors had failed to do.
Perhaps it was due to his outstanding performance earlier, or perhaps due to his revealing of his commander status by issuing orders, a crowd of Bimon cavalryn chose to break free from their opponents and charged towards Hudson’s position.
In the deep encirclent, “capturing the king” was undoubtedly the best choice to break through the predicant.
For the Bimon cavalry’s extraordinary military conduct, Hudson showed sincere appreciation.
In particular, the decision to make him the focus of their breakthrough was comndable.
After all, of all sides, this was the hardest to overco.
Rather than fleeing from the weakest point, they preferred to collide with the toughest area.
This could only an that this Bimon cavalry was extrely fortunate.
No command was needed, and the crossbown had already consciously aid at the charging Bimon cavalryn.
It could be said that every step forward was paved with the lives of the Bimon knights.
As they got closer, the twitchy archers started their own performance.
After two rounds of horseback shooting, the Bimon cavalry, which was supposed to engage in close combat, suddenly noticed sothing wrong.
It seed that the speed of their war beasts had suddenly slowed down.
Under the enemy’s arrow rain, suddenly slowing down would undoubtedly result in catastrophe.
In the blink of an eye, squad after squad of cavalryn with long spears appeared in front of Hudson.
The encirclent was closing in, and the mbers of the Leibron family, who had been bitterly fighting with the Bimon cavalry, gradually withdrew from the battlefield, leaving the stage to the cavalryn.
Perhaps realizing the ominous situation, the middle-aged Bimon officer’s face turned pale as a sheet.
His intuition told him that this move to “capture the king” had been a mistake.
Retreat was impossible and the signal for support had been sent, but the closest Orc’s army camp was still several tens of miles away.
Other than the Hawkman Air Force who might possibly arrive in ti to provide support, the other troops that could co to their aid would only be able to collect their bodies.
After a glance at the enemy’s magic crossbows, he knew that even if the Hawkman Air Force arrived, it wouldn’t be of much help.
As if making up his mind, the eyes of the middle-aged Bimon officer filled with blood lust.
Not caring for the rain of arrows, he lifted his special knight’s spear and leaped straight towards Hudson, aiming for his life.
Closer and closer!
Just when the tip of his spear was less than thirty centiters away from Hudson, it suddenly stopped, unable to advance any further.
Before he could react, a giant bear paw appeared in front of him, imdiately sending him flying.
Blood spewed from his mouth, and the middle-aged Bimon was stunned!
Charging at the cost of critical injuries only ended up like this.
His initial plan had been to exchange his life to kill Hudson, disrupt the Allied Human Army, and create an opportunity for his subordinates to break through.
Unfortunately, the end result was him being full of arrows, while Hudson across from him remained unhard.
He looked at him with eyes that seed to be observing a clown.
Enduring the pain, the middle-aged Bimon mustered his last bit of strength, and unwillingly spoke in Common language: “Bimon Clan, Golden Bimon Luoyeiya.
Human, tell your na, so that I may die with understanding!”
“Sorry, I don’t have any interest in speaking to the dead.”
As he responded, Hudson didn’t forget to plug another arrow into Luoyeiya, allowing this Golden Bimon to et the Beast God with his belly full of doubts.
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