The afternoon sun pierced through the mist that filled the land, the shadows of the clouds gradually dissipated, and the originally somewhat dim castle was also illuminated, however, contrary to the dazzling sunlight, there was a miserable scene in the castle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The corpses of the two armies were scattered, the armor and daggers reflected the sunlight, and the undried blood stained the dirt and the old walls.

In this bloody hell, only one person stands.

Black hair, black eyes, two long swords in his hands were slightly notched by the long battle, but the blood covering them did not dry up, and around him, Wendland's soldiers lay on their backs, and a rough count showed that there were more than twenty corpses.

"Is this the limit......

Claude. Manstein said with a sigh of relief, his strength had been greatly reduced by the poison, and although it was more than enough to kill these rankless soldiers, he could not withstand the large number of enemies, and he led the soldiers of Astel against an enemy several times his size, and in the end, he was the only one left on the battlefield.

In the distance, there was a shout of killing, and Lord Manstein had even seen Wendland's soldiers rushing towards his position, he was no longer able to fight, and now just standing had exhausted all his strength, so to speak, any small soldier could easily take his own head.

Lord Manstein smiled, he raised his right hand, and several drops of blood dripped from his sword, blooming on the ground.

"There is only one person on the other side, let's go!"

Wendland's soldiers recognized Lord Manstein's clothes and knew that it must be one of the enemy's generals, so they did not carelessly, but formed a battle formation and slowly approached Lord Manstein step by step.

"Well, let's live up to the vows you made here."

Lord Manstein was unhurried, he took a step forward.

This step exhausted all his strength, and the wounds on his body caused a heart-piercing pain, making the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, but Lord Manstein did not stop, but took a second step.

His actions caused a commotion on the part of Wendland.

The soldiers who had no position could not accurately sense the strength of the enemy, but they knew that most of the nobles above the baron level had the strength of bronze or above, and many viscounts had even reached silver, so such an enemy could easily kill more than fifty miscellaneous soldiers with one person.

And the Lord Manstein in front of the Wendland soldiers is obviously a viscount-level existence, and the large number of corpses of soldiers dressed in Wendland clothes around him also confirm this, originally they thought that Lord Manstein was exhausted and unable to fight, but at this moment, Lord Manstein's two steps made them hesitate.

No one wants to provoke a silver-tier powerhouse, because that would mean a tragic death.

Therefore, for a while, Wendland's army actually stagnated, and no one dared to step forward to meet it.

Lord Manstein knew that the other party was taboo about his strength and did not dare to risk his death to step forward, so he did not act rashly, but just stood still, raised his hands slightly, and put on a fighting posture.

"If you're not afraid of death, come up."

It wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible, and the deep voice reached the ears of every Wendland soldier, causing them to shudder.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

Wendland's formation was somewhat disorganized, they were in a commotion, and some of them had even retreated, and if it weren't for the commander on the horse behind them, they might have dropped their weapons and fled.

After a few minutes, Wendland's army finally decided to move forward, and they gathered a few crossbowmen to try to test Lord Manstein with a long-range attack first.

The crossbowman was a little panicked, his winding hand trembled slightly, and it even took three times as long as usual to put the crossbow arrow on the string, and even the aim was a little unsteady.

"Quick, shoot him. Mother. Target! ”

The commander behind him urged, and the crossbowman shuddered and pulled the trigger.

Hmmm――

The arrow was inaccurate, and only passed by Lord Manstein's ear, without injuring him in the slightest.

And Lord Manstein, at this moment, his perception was quite slow, and he didn't even notice the arrow flying past him, so he didn't make any movement, but in the eyes of the Wendland army, it had another meaning.

In the eyes of the Wendran soldiers, the man in front of him was simply terrifying, and in the face of the arrows that were close at hand, he was not even moved, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

This is the embodiment of strength, this is the wordless contempt of the strong for the weak.

The commotion in the Wendland army intensified, and some soldiers began to retreat, and the commander drew his short sword and beheaded the retreating soldier with a single sword, causing an uproar in the troops.

"Listen, retreater, no mercy!"

The commander's palms were also full of sweat, he didn't expect that he would encounter such a hard bone, originally in his imagination, he should go all the way smoothly and go straight to the enemy's general, but he never imagined that on his own road, he would meet such a "general".

Threatened by the commander so much, the Wendland soldiers could only step forward, and two more crossbowmen wound their hands and aimed at Lord Manstein, and together with the crossbowman who missed at the beginning, the three formed a crossfire, aiming at Lord Manstein's vital shot!

Whoop -

Three arrows whizzed towards the motionless Lord Manstein.

Lord Manstein, on the other hand, had no strength to dodge, he watched three arrows fly towards him, and he could even see the arrows of fine iron reflecting his face, and he closed his eyes slightly, waiting for death to come.

However, the expected pain did not come, and at first Lord Manstein thought that his body had long been dulled from pain, but then, the sound of metal clashing in his ears made him open his eyes.

The three arrows had been shot down, and in the sun, the long sword glittered, and the man who wielded the sword was even more dazzling.

Her long golden hair was tied up, Astelle's uniform was spotless, her edge shining like the sun was cold to the bone, and her beautiful face, with a resolute expression at the moment, a girl who was a head shorter than Lord Manstein, was standing in front of him at this time, standing in front of the Wendland army.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess......"

Lord Manstein did not expect that Eliefils would appear at the forefront of this, he thought that Her Royal Highness the princess would have taken refuge in the rear, but he thought about it carefully and understood a lot of Elifils's actions.

After all, Her Royal Highness the princess has always been a pioneer, and she will never watch the soldiers go to the dead.

"Good work, Lord Manstein, and then leave the battlefield to us."

The whispers of Erifels were heard, and the last thing Lord Manstein saw was the Princess's charge forward, and the rain of arrows falling on Wendland's army. (To be continued.) )