Taking advantage of the moment of panic among the Glinton militia, Woolf rushed into the middle of the militia, and his tall figure was like a lion that pounced on the flock, knocking the originally neat Glinton militia to the ground.

"Bruce be careful." Stukov hurriedly used his body to block Bruce's face, and Edward stepped forward with a sword in hand.

"Whew." Woolf grabbed the spear in the hand of a Greenton militiaman and pulled it so hard that he used the militiaman, who couldn't let go because of his panic, as a weapon and waved it, and the militiaman's body was almost suspended in midair.

"Plop~~." Immediately after that, the militiaman's body slammed into the others like a bowling ball, and the others fell to the enemy like a domino effect, and the phalanx opened like an old man's teeth.

Seeing this, Woolf rushed inside, his strong body made it impossible for the militia to stop him, but at this moment, Edward blocked Woolf's way, and the blindfolded knight held a sword in front of Woolf.

"Get out of the way, make way for Lord Edward." When the Greenton militia saw Edward's appearance, they intuitively gave way to a vacant lot, and at this time, if the militia rushed forward, not only might they not be able to catch Woolf, but they would cause trouble for Edward.

"This breath is like an angry bear in the Black Forest." Edward's face was tied with coarse linen, and he raised his head slightly, and said with a deep breath.

"Hu, hu, hu." Woolf didn't say anything, his towering chest muscles heaving, his eyes almost bursting into flames.

"Is it the berserker of the North? No, not quite like that. Edward listened to the sound of rough breathing, and the chopping sound of the tomahawk just now, he said to himself, but quickly denied it, although the Berserker will become extremely high after drinking the secret potion, but he has no reason at all, and he fights completely according to instinct, but Woolf's attack is too rational.

"Oh~~." Woolf looked up at the sky, a silver light appeared in the sky, he knew that the day was coming, and if he couldn't solve his goal at this time, then he would never have a chance.

Woolf held the spear and kicked his feet violently, and sprinted towards Sir Edward, he was fast and fierce, but Edward was not slow, his upper body was straight, and he stood sideways, which reduced the striking surface.

"Scandium~~." There was a crisp thud, and in the darkness there was a flash of golden fireworks, and Edward and Woolf staggered by, everyone rubbing their eyes, everything happened too quickly.

"Oh, I didn't expect there to be such a powerful warrior among the northern warriors." Edward turned, his hands clenched the hilt of his sword, and he opened his left palm, and the sword struck the tip of the spear accurately.

"Edward, don't talk to him about knightly etiquette, kill him quickly." At this time, Stukov said loudly.

"This can't be done, this is a battle between warriors, the desire to duel that has been provoked with great difficulty, how can it end so quickly, isn't this like picking up a gun and going to a woman's bed, only to find that you can't do anything?" Edward laughed and teased as he raised his sword, and Bruce and the others looked at his sword momentum and understood that Edward was preparing to use the shrew sword momentum.

"That's why I hate these knights the most." Stukov frowned and shook his head, the knights' insistence on heads-up was, in his opinion, nothing more than a frivolous move.

"Why bother with the fun, we've already won anyway, it's better to treat this as a show after the victory." Baron Leopold shrugged his shoulders and laughed, the leader of the rebels, the White Knight, had been executed, and he might have been nervous about the enemy's surprise attack in the darkness just now, but now it was clear that it was just a northern warrior, surrounded by the Glinton militia and the Bruce retainers, it was like a fierce lion in a cage, but it was just a circus.

"It's almost dawn." Bruce looked up and looked at the white sky, the darkest hour had finally passed, and there was a noise under the hill, and it was not necessary to ask if it must have been the Duke of Bemessy and the nobles who had come.

"Oooo Woolf also seemed to sense the danger, he crouched down again, and then rushed towards Edward, who was not polite, and the sword slashed from above, the shrew sword was swift as a storm, and the sword flower struck Woolf like a whirlwind.

"Puff~~." The blade of the sword scraped Woolf's chest, and immediately cut the skin, blood gushed out, anyone under this kind of attack, could not help but avoid the sharp pain, but Woolf did something that everyone did not expect, he actually held his chest to meet the blade.

"Hey, that's bad." It was the first time Edward had encountered such a situation, and he admired the warrior who dared to attack alone, but the touch in his hand made him feel bad.

"Ping~~." Woolf met the blade with her body and threw a punch to Edward's face.

"Hmm." Edward felt the blow, quickly lowered his head to dodge the attack, and took a step, slipped diagonally underneath, and reached out with his right hand and slammed Woolf's right leg, knocking the tall northern warrior to the ground.

"Boom~~." Woolf was flipped to the ground in an instant, he probably didn't expect Edward to be so agile.

"Well done." The surrounding militia cheered, and they sighed at Edward's swordsmanship and skill, and even Baron Leopold couldn't help but clap his hands.

"Alright, Edward put your sword at his throat and declare your victory!" Stukov breathed a sigh of relief and said to Edward.

Edward stood in front of Woolf with the hilt of his sword in his hand, and now he could subdue the manic beast by placing the sword on Woolf's chest.

But to everyone's surprise, Edward didn't seem to make a move, could he have other plans? While everyone was speculating, a thick linen floated down.

"Oops." Bruce, Stukov and the others shouted almost in unison, only Baron Leopold's face was confused.

"Woo~~." Edward's eyes were fixed on the blood on his hands, which had just been used by Woolf to resist the blade of the sword, and the blood splashed on Edward's sword-holding hand, and Edward's entire body stiffened as if by magic.

"Huh?" Woolf looked at Edward who was wrong, although he didn't know what was going on with Edward, but when he had the opportunity, he suddenly turned over, grabbed Edward's body, and blocked Edward in front of him.

"It couldn't be worse." Stukov couldn't help but pat himself on the forehead, he didn't expect that at the end of the fight, Edward would become a hostage of the other party.

"Let him go." Bruce hurriedly shouted to Woolf.

"Woo~." Edward was captured by Woolf, and he was now like he had lost his soul, red blood constantly appearing in front of his eyes.

"Edward, my dearest knight~~." Accompanied by red rose petals, on the cyan grass, the white skirt swirled, the long golden hair fluttered, and a pair of slender white hands gently swept over Edward's face.

"Whoosh~~~, poof~~." An arrow flew and hit the delicate body, the blood bloomed like rose petals, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils, and Edward hugged the delicate body, but the blood suddenly dyed the white dress red, and the blood flowed on the blue grass.

"No~~." Edward roared in pain, but no one could respond to him, and at that moment, his soul felt as if cursed, and countless blood ravens swirled around.

Woolf grabbed the unconscious Edward, and he stepped back, but the Glynton militiamen pointed their spears at him, and Stukov grabbed the dagger with his backhand and placed his other hand on the leather strap with the throwing knife in it.

"Whoosh~~~." At that moment, an arrow whizzed through the gaps of the crowd and struck Woolf in the shoulder.

"Uh-huh." Woolf dropped Edward in pain, leaned back, and tumbled down the hill.