What a pity. Strength has nothing to do with glory. The powerful archers in the rear of Paradise Lost began an indiscriminate volley. Having lost nearly half of their cavalry in a few hours of fighting, the English knights simply could not withstand such a battering. Beneath the rain of arrows that filled the sky, flashes of white light erupted everywhere. They fell extremely fast.
I spurred my mount and charged at the very forefront, bathing in the friendly arrow rain while reaping the remaining lives of the Englishmen. The once mighty Sun Never Sets seemed to have lost all ability to fight back. Encircled on three sides, their reinforcement plan had been completely shattered.
The entire battlefield was filled with flashing swords and bloodshed. Riderless warhorses galloped about frantically, or dragged the corpses of their masters across the stone-strewn mountains. Many English players had already made up their minds: once they died, they would log off and rest. They were simply too exhausted. Nobody was willing to endure such high-intensity combat from the afternoon all the way until the early hours of the morning.
Chapter 585