As soon as Gelbold turned his horse's head, the sound of the horse's hooves broke through the barrier of the wind and snow, and a horse galloped down the snowy slope ahead, and a scout crouched tightly on the horse's back, looking back in horror. As he rushed down the slope, he failed to stop the horse's hooves in time and nearly ran into Viscount Ivanles. The scout flipped off his horse, stumbled a few steps forward, and fell to one knee in the snow: "My lord, two people are approaching here at high speed!" ”

"Stop and interrogate! Identify yourself before you let go! ”

"I can't stop it, my lord!" The scout didn't dare to look up, "I can only see that one of them is wearing the armor of the Knights." ”

"People of the Dragon Knights?" Viscount Ivanles frowned, "Your scout troops are equipped with the fastest horses in the entire northern territory, how can they not be stopped?" ”

"The two men weren't riding, they were riding—riding—" Scout gritted his teeth, "on a log!" It's fast to glide on the snow! Our squad has been surrounded several times and failed! ”

"What's that?" Viscount Ivanles frowned, "Logs? Logs, you say? ”

"My lord, you'd better see for yourself." The scout cried with a sad face, "They followed me when I rushed back to report the news, and they never got rid of ......"

Viscount Ivanles raised his head, a shrill whistling in the air, and a huge shadow abruptly rose on the other side of the snowy slope, surrounded by a dazzling halo of light, which at first glance looked like the tail fin of a giant whale swinging when it rolled out of the water. It landed heavily, crushing large swaths of snow to its sides, and the camouflage of the light continued to soar forward, rushing down the slope in just a few breaths, leaving behind it with a monconda-like rut mark. The sentry was right, it was indeed a thick log, a solid and deep iron-black, with a cross-section as thick as an adult's arm, it was a dragon's tooth pine tree at least seventy years old, and it was like a ferocious beast! Two fully armored riders sat on the back of the furious beast, the rider at the front of the rider holding a spear in each hand, the front end sinking deep into the snow, and each thrilling change of direction on the snow caused the spear to stretch into an extreme arc. The rider changed direction more and more frequently, and by the time the dragon's teeth had landed, he had completely lost control of his mount, not so much as a change of direction, but a passive sway with inertia, and the two spears were not at the helm, but with an effort to maintain the rider's balance.

The whistling grew louder and louder, and there was still no sign of slowing down after the logs crashed down the slope. Viscount Ivan Les held the hilt of his sword silently, and at the same time lightly lifted the reins in his left hand, and the warhorse understood his master's intentions, and snorted excitedly, and his front hooves slashed the snow vigorously.

The blade slowly slid out of its scabbard, and Viscount Ivanles' limbs spread out like a falcon spreading its wings on a cliff, its metal feathers dangling, cutting the strong wind into tiny turbulence. The old man stared silently at the log that was coming towards him, his eyes wide and wide.

"That's ...... Wings flying? Gelbold recognized his father's sword, the Knights' famous anti-charge sword, known as "the elegant battlefield technique of the nobility", which aimed to deflect the cavalry's charging spear with his long sword, and then take off the opponent's head the moment the horse staggered by, and move from the deflection to the head of the enemy in one go, often before the enemy could react. And because the user's posture is extremely graceful, and the trajectory of the sword blade is elegant and gorgeous, like a falcon flying and whirling in the air with its wings spread, hence the name - the name is a falcon knight who has studied at the Royal Academy. Because of its short and long dangerous characteristics of the user's extremely demanding requirements, skilled sword fighting skills and rich fighting experience are indispensable, and always to maintain absolute calm, a little careless this is a suicidal sword technique! Later, with the banishment of the Falcon Knights, Wing Huixiang never appeared again on the frontal battlefield, although the Dragon Knights and the Royal Academy both had this optional subject of sword skills, but the purpose of the practitioners was more to show off their skills than actual combat - playing such a hand at the athletic conference was still very good at seducing the hearts of the noble lady, but those people often ended up being picked up from their horses and thrown to the ground by riding spears, and ended up with broken bones and tendons.

"That is the ultimate aesthetics embodied between life and death, and what we are staring at is not a riding spear, but the pupils of death." The namer used to describe it so proudly.

"Get out of the way!" At this moment, the rider threw away the spear in his hand, raised his right hand, and quickly crossed his forehead with his thumb, and gave a rather sloppy Livingston military salute, and shouted at the same time, and the voice under the helmet faintly revealed the unique crispness of a woman, it was a female knight. "I can't stop it!"

Viscount Ivanles was stunned for a moment, and the long sword that was about to be completely unsheathed was forced back by him, and the wing return was forced to be interrupted. As soon as he pulled the reins, the horse neighed and avoided to the right. At the same time, he pushed away the scout who was standing in place. At this time, the dragon's tooth pine was no more than twenty paces away from them, and the piercing sound of the bark rubbing against the snow was like a thousand swords resonating with each other. At this time, the female knight could no longer maintain the balance of her body, so she simply hugged the person behind her and fell sideways on the snow. The soft snow and armor cushioned the two of them, but they rolled several times before finally lying on the horse of Viscount Ivanles. At the same time, the Dragon Tooth Pine quickly swept past the original position of Viscount Ivanles, and at this moment, a cold white rainbow suddenly burst out of the sword scabbard on the old man's waist, and cut straight towards the middle of the Dragon Tooth Pine!

Wings fly back!

The war horse neighed, picked up its hind hooves and kicked it violently, and the horseshoe landed on the dragon's tooth pine almost at the same time as the sword of Viscount Ivanles!

There was a loud roar from behind, and the Dragontooth Pine slammed into a large rock on the side of the road under the deliberate guidance of Viscount Ivanles, and the force of the impact caused the trunk and rock to collapse at the same time, and the fragments of sawdust, snow and rock exploded like fireworks, and some scattered fragments even splashed on Gellbod's armor.

Before the two knights who had escaped in a thrilling way could straighten up, the scout had already stopped in front of Viscount Ivanles' horse, drew his matching sword and pointed it at the two, "Indicate your identity!" He shouted. But before he could make any further movements, another sword fell from the sky and slammed his sword down.

"Put away your sword, scout." Viscount Ivan Les gasped violently, the previous wing echo had drained the old man of almost all his energy and strength, but his wrist holding the sword was still steady, and the scout only felt that the weight on his blade was like an unshakable mountain. "Please return to the marshal's camp quickly, and tell the young men who are anxious that the baroness is back."

"Baroness?" The scout replied blankly, and he saw the female knight get up from the ground, take off her helmet, her long ice-blue hair untied, and cascade down like a waterfall, draped over her shoulders.

"Knights of the Dragon Knights, third rank Sir Estelle, with the lieutenant Bao Dais, have met His Excellency the Viscount." Estelle gave the old man a military salute again, her light blue pupils full of sincere respect.