The Snowdan and Nilda Gang rebels completely lost the sharpness of the previous battle under the sudden onslaught of the Sheffield Border Forest Patrol Brigade in the back. Not only that, but many of the snow ghosts of Nildagon and Snowdan have succumbed to the threat of the Blade of the Lord Colin and have fallen to their knees and surrendered. Baron Snowdaunt Werther could no longer control everything on the battlefield, and he knew that his defeat was almost assured.

"Hahahahaha! I can't believe that the regent Lankees and Samaras are no match for me, but my real opponent is you! Wood! Werther raised his hands, palms facing the sky, and the laughter of the wolf king was like the roar of a wolf in the snow.

"My dear brother, I think it's time to lay down your weapons. You have stirred up a storm of blood in Erwinia, slaughtering thousands of the believers of Forruster who have laid down their arms at the crossroads, and your hands are stained with blood, but I cannot bear to execute you like a prisoner in any case, but I will tell you - it is time for this to come to an end. Let's stop it! You and your people will get out of here without any obstacles and return to your Snowdang! Wood finally met his long-separated brother Werther, who was now very different from the one he remembered, his bulging cheekbones covered with weather, and his appearance long exceeded his actual age.

"Wood! You've completely deceived me! I didn't touch a single hair of the Sheffield Border Forest Patrol, but you have created an irreparable situation for me. The bridge of Witt's nose, like an iceberg, twitched slightly, "It turns out that you are also in the same league as that Samaras guy. ”

"No, it is undoubtedly a sorrow for the royal family of Erwinia to have come to such an embarrassing state of opposition to each other today. I do not share the political views of any of you, and although our nephew Dadel is still young, he is, after all, the flesh and blood of the brother of Prince Freret. I owe allegiance to the House of Hort, my allegiance to the family tradition that has been handed down since the time of Maharaja Colin, and if there is any hatred and resentment in my heart, it is against the resentment between the regent Lance, who is behind the division of brotherhood between our brothers. Wood's expression was calm, and there was not the slightest flaw in his deep blue eyes, "So, please give up your idea of rebellion, or Wood will not stand idly by while you do such evil!" My dear brother, Witt Frost Hurt! ”

"Nonsense! You are simply a stupid and arrogant loyalist, you forgot how Fredet II treated our brothers, and almost listened to the conspiracy of that fellow of Lankes to kill you and me in the court, and in the end although you and I were exiled instead, little Nizi Evenna, but we are left to fend for ourselves, because we are lucky, we are still alive today, longer than Fredet II's life! Even Samarath, the evil bastard who threatened him, was kicked out of Unocor, ha, but he deserved it, he was a seed! Look, look! This is the king to whom you are allegiant, this is the eldest brother to whom we are allegiance, what does he have that deserves our allegiance? Enough, you and I are already fighting each other, we have no brotherhood at all, you ruined the throne I am about to hold, and now here you are either dead or I live! Werther's voice was a little dry, he had never uttered such hysterical shouts in front of his officers and soldiers, "Wood, if you do it with me, I will not blame you for the loss you have caused me this time!" I will let you enjoy endless glory and wealth, and even that lovely little Nizi Avanna will return to Unocal and find a good family. ”

"Don't bask in the dreams you've woven yourself. Brother Werther. Your snow ghosts have laid down their weapons under the threat of the Lord's Blade of Colin, and I suggest you stop putting up fearless resistance! Please get out of here! As you go, I swear I'll go straight to Unocal and slash the regent Lance in power. Wouldn't it be nice to let it all end like this? Wood did his best to make a final persuasion to Werther, his deep blue eyes longing for hope.

"Wood! Hmph, don't cry there cat fake mercy. If you want to fight, you are just a thorn in my side, a thorn in the flesh, I will chop you up sooner or later, you personally sent it to the door today, then give me my life. Sweaty palms in Werther's grip on the saber as he pointed at the dust under the horse's hooves, "You and I know what happened to Samaras. One of the two of us today is destined to go to the forest fields of Forrester to be reunited with my father, my brother, and Samaras. ”

"My dear brother, I can only tell you that Samaras committed suicide. Then, because of you, I cut off his head, leaving not even a whole corpse. Now I implore you to lay down your arms and stop putting up fearless resistance. Wood's expression finally became sad, "If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be a cabbage plant on the side of the road that is indisputable to the world, I am not as complicated as you think!" Brother! ”

"Yes, no one forced him, this stupid and cowardly bastard would think of suicide? Don't be an executioner there and don't admit that you have your stepbrother's blood on your hands, even though Samaras is just an evil bastard. If I had known this, I would have destroyed Samaras and then you, the old man who had quietly escaped from the eagle wing tower and wiped his sweat would be my prisoner sooner or later, and the golden crown on the head of the nursing child who lived in the inner city! Ah, I know you're trying to say it's my nephew. But he won't call me uncle yet! That's enough! Witt angrily pointed his saber at Wood, "Wood, you chose to fight me today, so I swear to Forrester that I will never show mercy." ”

"My brother, your personality is still so impatient, and the ** of power blinds you. Look at your surroundings, because of your **, how many lives have been ruined, how many blood has been dropped, how many innocent family wives have been separated, and even Forrester's taboo has been broken by you, so isn't the tomb on the east side of the Nicholas Grove and now our horse the best proof? Wood pointed to the corpses of the Wood Elf warriors all over the land, "Do you really want to be cursed by Forrester yourself?" ”

"History has always been written by the victors. Even the original owner of the Sun and Moon Scimitar in your hand is also covered with blood. But he is one of the most celebrated kings in the history of our Elvinia. Witt sneered, the tip of his saber pointed at Wood.

"Then I'll take you down. You'll be sober eventually. As soon as you wake up, treat it as if it were all a dream, and you are still the Baron of Snowdan. You'll go back to Snowddown, and I'll go back to Sheffield just as seriously as you do about our years. Wood pressed the handle of the Sun and Moon Scimitar Mithril with a firm expression, "The future of Elvenia belongs to His Majesty Dadel, the son of the royal brother. ”

"Don't dream about it, Wood, I'll kill anyone who gets in the way of my success. I'm not your brother, on the contrary, you're my most hated enemy. Werther whipped his long-haired horse's fat buttocks with his saber, "Matthew, I command you to cut them down with me." Drive! ”

Wood intercepts Werther, Glenn intercepts Matthew, and the Jungle Fox fights the Snow Wolf.

I saw Glenn wielding Wood's saber, slashing violently, and the saber shimmered like a crescent moon in the battlefield; Matthew raised his knife and held Glenn's slash steadily, unleashing a swift swing that sent Glenn out on his back.

I saw Wood carrying the sun and moon scimitar horizontally, stirring the sword like a silver snake to skillfully disassemble Werther's attack, Werther holding a saber and attacking like a fierce wolf.

Glenn pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and flung the knife upward, while Matthew dodged sideways, flicking the handle to block nimbly.

Wood dragged the Sun and Moon Scimitar like a wave, covering his whole body to defend against it; Witt's saber is like a hungry wolf, menacing, and the sun and moon scimitar and the saber collide countless times, smashing a little starlight in the air.

Glenn and Matthew are dead in the fierce battle, and you can't touch each other in the slightest.

Wood gradually saw Werther's knife technique clearly, and the blade seemed to suddenly turn into a dragon going out to sea, and Wood's cry was more like a dragon's tsunami, and the accurate swing of the knife cut off the hungry wolf's minions with one blow.

Matthew finally panicked, his knife technique was suddenly chaotic, and Glenn's fast knife came unexpectedly, hitting the top of his head. For a while, Ma Xiu's head was broken, and the bloodthirsty demon king's blood spilled on the battlefield, leaving only the long-haired war horse that ran away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Werther endured the severe pain and ran away, his broken arm spurting blood and panicking in the center of his dizziness and swelling. The sharpshooters of the Forbidden Army on the arrow tower in the inner city had already aimed at the defeated king of wolves. There was a sudden dull bang, and Werther's body was filled with piercing arrows.

"No!" Wood's shouts were gone. Everything has become a fact. Witt's life is on the horizon.

Werther just froze on his horse, his eyes widened, he looked down at the sharp arrows stuck in his body, and then looked up at the clear blue sky, and the corners of his mouth showed a malicious smile.

"Nope! Brother. Wood rode up to Werther's side and gently held him in his hands.

In Wood's arms, Werther sighed softly with the last of his strength, as if to express the hatred that had once filled his chest, Werther glared at his brother viciously, and he endured the severe pain and did not say a word to Wood. Dizziness struck him, his eyes were already confused, and he tried to open his dark blue eyes angrily, but they were no longer deep and hollow, and there was no more snort under the bridge of his nose like an iceberg.