The sad wind of late autumn became colder and colder, but it could not extinguish the desire to kill that burned like a flame.

At the edge of the wilderness plain, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and from a distance, two small cavalry seemed to be two torrents of steel, colliding together without skill, the cracking of spears, the crash of armor, and the chaos of horses' hooves, playing a beautiful and beautiful war music.

Cooper led the way into the enemy cavalry, his spear piercing both enemies, hanging like broken dolls from the spearhead, sticky blood staining his body red with chain mail.

In an instant, two steely cavalry crossed over, each abandoning the crushed corpse and silently gathering, the sound of horses' hooves resounding again shook the earth, and the tragic momentum became stronger and stronger.

The flames of war burned brightly, and the cavalry rushed into them like moths, turning into wisps of ash.

Beyond the shattered corpses beneath his feet, Darius' rebellious gaze rested on the battlefield not far away, where blood and glory were intertwined, and stepped forward.

The black battle axe made deep marks on the grass as it advanced, and the thick chains on the handle of the axe resounded, and a bloody and violent aura filled the surroundings.

[Kill the Quartet]!

Approaching the cavalry battlefield, Darius suddenly swung his battle axe around him, chains neighing like the roar of a beast, and the glowing blade of the axe shredded through the solid armor, slashing all enemies within the range of the battle axe, leaving a visible crimson axe mark.

The screams of fear and despair resounded across the battlefield, and a large amount of vigorous life disappeared, and the overflowing blood accumulated into streams and flowed in the plains and grasslands.

It was just an axe, and the Iron Thorn Cavalry, which was already full of morale, was defeated like a mountain, and the humble soul trembled in the terrified eyes of the terrifying figure like a demon god.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cooper saw the changed situation of the battle at this moment, struggled to turn the horse that stepped down, and roared loudly: "Crimson Shield, charge!" ”

"Crimson Shield, charge!"

The remaining young cavalrymen blew the horn of the charge again, and they did not have time to wipe the blood from their faces, clenched the cold spears in their hands, and fearlessly charged at the Iron Thorn Cavalry.

The dawn of victory appeared like the light of dawn, and the flames of war burned to the ashes.

This is the power of the transcendent profession, which can change the pattern of skirmishes, or the direction and outcome of local wars.

Without the presence of Darius, tonight's killing could have been a different story, with the loser ending even more brutally.

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The cold autumn wind wafted in the night, and the rich smell of blood filled the ruined camp, and everywhere you could see torn flesh wrapped in miserable white bones, blood flowing from the upside-down broken weapons, and the painful groans of the war horses.

The battle is over.

Behind the clouds hidden by the bright moon hanging in the night, it seemed that he could not bear to see the cruelty of the battlefield, and even the light of the bonfire was slightly dimmed.

Modrian looked at everything in front of him indifferently, and no one knew the turmoil in his heart, this was the first time he had experienced such a real battle.

The collision between the cavalry, the silent harvest of life, the overflowing blood blooming like a rose, and the scene that happened, Modrian watched so quietly, as if he should be like this.

However, for Darius's almost invincible display of strength, Modrian's heart is full of excitement and more expectations for the system.

Darius alone is so powerful, there are more heroes waiting for him to summon, and perhaps more unknown.

Da! Da! Da!

Heavy footsteps sounded, and Modrian looked up, the burly figure of Darius came into view, and the rich smell of blood filled his side, which was the glory of killing.

"Lord Modrian!"

After bowing slightly, Darius silently guarded Modrian's side, and at this time he restrained his domineering momentum and returned to the sleeping lion.

Modrian stood still, looking into the distance, the young cavalrymen who had survived the battle were clearing the desolate battlefield, the order had been given, no prisoners were needed, and the wounded enemy was executed on the spot.

The autumn breeze was bleak, and the wait was not long, and Cooper appeared with a determined step, his once steady face covered with blood and a trace of sadness.

"Lord Modrian, all incoming enemies have been destroyed!" Cooper fell to one knee with a frightened skull in his right hand, stained with blood.

"This is the traitor Milne Gavin, who secretly leaked our tracks, and has been executed by me!"

Modrian didn't seem to hear the change in title, from respect for the nobility to recognition of strength, he calmly glanced at the somewhat familiar head, which seemed to be a knight's apprentice in charge of the logistics of the cavalry.

Betrayer? It seems that my brother is really careful and never misses a single detail that can change the situation.

Modrian's brown pupils flashed with deep killing intent, and the killer will always kill him, and when he has enough vengeance power, he will not forget the 'gift' given by the other party.

"What about the casualties?" Modrian suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and asked.

"Eight people were killed and four were injured, and I have arranged for burial on the spot, and the injured partner will not affect tomorrow's trip."

Cooper's tone was heavy, the war was followed by grief, and the friends who had once talked and laughed had been reduced to a pile of dry bones and buried in the wilderness, perhaps occasionally remembered in the future.

The fragility of life is vividly displayed at this time, but Modrian is surprised to find that he has no trace of sadness, is he ignoring life? He was suddenly at a loss and had to end the topic in a hurry.

"Then let's arrange it as soon as possible!"

The snow-white moonlight mixed with a little starlight sprinkled, and the atmosphere of wordless silence descended suddenly.

Become a vassal knight?

Cooper got up slowly, blood dripping from his red-stained armor, and he remembered a lot, from the unwillingness when he first received orders, not wanting to be a subordinate of a mediocre person, he could have begged for more, but in the end he still followed orders.

Mediocre? The world's eyes are ridiculous, and I'm not exempt from that.

Cooper looked at Modrian Perris in front of him, and then at the tall, burly figure on his left.

In the battle that had just ended, the man slaughtered almost all his enemies with ease, including the knight who once stood high in his heart.

All I'm looking for is to make a difference, and now, the opportunity is right in front of me, so why bother looking for the near and far?

"I, Cooper Adolphus, am willing to follow Lord Modrian on the battlefield!"

Without any hesitation, Cooper knelt down on one knee, drew the long sword at his waist, and sliced his palm, the bright blood emerging in a charming color in the dim firelight, offering Modrian a noble knightly gift.

Looking at the sudden situation in front of him, Modrian showed a hint of surprise, and his deep eyes seemed to want to see through Cooper's heart at this moment, and finally he accepted the gift of a vassal knight.

"I, Moderian Perris, accept your following!"

Modrian stretched out his right hand and rested on the razor-sharp sword, which had long been stained red with blood and formed a bloody scab, and only now did he completely control the cavalry that was nominally his own, and a silent smile spread across his face.

Some wanton, some arrogant.