Bell clenched the spear in his hand, he stared at the cavalry of Astor in front of him through the gap in his steel helmet, his mind was full of only thinking about how to penetrate the slaughter, he glanced at his teammates beside him, all the heavy armor of the whole body, the armor blessed by magic was not as heavy as it was before, but it was lighter, and the defense was superior, it was this heavy armor that they relied on to win the battle with Astor one after another, and finally advanced the battle line to the hinterland of Asther. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bell was an ordinary cavalryman of Wendland, neither the swaggering sons of the White Lion Knights, nor the inferior pawns who joined the army in order to be fed and clothed, he joined the Wendland army at the age of sixteen, and participated in two crusades against the rebels with his lord, and was considered a veteran.

He doesn't care about any honor, Bell just knows to obey the orders of the lord and kill all the enemies, as for who the enemies are and why they should kill them, Bell never cares about these trivial matters, sitting and eating, standing and killing, his life is so simple.

Ever since crossing the border and setting foot on the territory of Aster, Wendland has been victorious on the battlefield, much to Bell's delight, after all, a victory means that he can kill a few more people, and for him, it is the only thrill of his already numb life.

However, Bell hated this damn forest, he had already had several of his companions killed in this forest, some were killed by a sneak attack when they first entered the forest, and some were killed by Astelle's dastardly trap in the past few days, this kind of attrition outside the battle made Bell extremely angry, so at the first moment of this sneak attack by Asther's army, he grabbed his spear and rushed towards the enemy with the large army.

At first, they met little resistance, and until the first shelling hit, they thought that the cowards of Astor were hiding and afraid to fight them, but what happened next made Wendland's cavalry a little bitter.

The incessant artillery fire rained down from the sky, and the powerful attack forced them to keep moving, and the Asterl light cavalry in front of them blindly fled, so they could only pursue.

Bell's anger intensified in the process, and as soon as he caught up with one of Aster's light cavalry, he mercilessly pierced their hearts with the heavy spear in his hand, blood splattered onto his armor, staining the silver-white armor with a scarlet color, making Bell's whole person look even more terrifying.

As he raced through the forest, he was about to catch up with one of Aster's soldiers, when his vision suddenly changed, causing him to freeze his movements.

The clumps of trees were gone, and in its place was another open field, unlike the small glade that had been before, a vast plain large enough for an army of more than a thousand men to gallop, and a few stumps could be glimpsed, which Bell guessed must have been reclaimed for use as a battlefield in the past few days.

However, Astler's gang finally had a broken brain, and they wanted to confront Wendland's invincible Iron Rider head-on, Bell thought it was quite ridiculous, and he tightened the reins, ready to hurry up to catch up with the enemy not far ahead.

This is when the mutation took place.

To the right of Bell, a heavy cavalry suddenly flew into the sky.

To be precise, it was blown up in mid-air by the impact of the huge explosion, the heavy armor was twisted and deformed like a piece of paper, and the blood and flesh bloomed into a monochromatic rainbow in the sky.

"It's a trap !?"

The red meteor swarm in the sky all fell in the forest behind the troops, and did not land in this area, so there was only one reason for this situation.

Bell knew the terrible trap, he had witnessed a heavily armed heavy cavalry being blown away by one of these things, and at this moment, the scene played out again in his eyes, and Bell's spirit suddenly tensed.

Boom -

The second sound soon sounded from the other side.

That's not right!

Bell immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, if the previous traps were scattered and set up in order to disrupt the rhythm of Wendland's advance front, then these traps are obviously different now.

Seeing another knight blown up into the sky, Bell realizes that the trap was set to destroy Wendland's cavalry.

Hurriedly tightened the reins and stopped the horses under him, Bell watched one after another Wunderland knights trigger the trap and die, he wanted to shout, but the sound was muffled by explosions again and again, he watched the people around him rush into this realm of death, Bell's eyes were red, and his anger was uncontrollable.

"Fuck these bunch of crumbs!"

Bell caught up with one of the fleeing Astel cavalrymen, and the spear pierced his chest in an instant, and Bell picked up the spear, and the opponent fell off his horse, and then was crushed by the iron hooves of the horse under Bell's crotch, as if that was not enough to relieve his anger, he used his spear to make up for the dead soldier.

However, anger did not change the situation, Bell knew that they had to leave the area first, and he noticed that most of Astelle's riders had fled to the northwest, so that direction must be safe, so Bell galloped in that direction while beckoning the other riders to change their direction.

"Let's go, kill those bastards of Astor and leave nothing behind!"

Bell led a small group of men and horses to catch up, and the Wendland army behind him gradually realized the problem, and they gradually followed Bell's footsteps.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Catching up with one of Aster's light cavalry again, Bell slew them with skill, but when he threw the corpse of the enemy off his horse, he saw an army appear on the northern slope.

Astor uniforms, is Astel's army!

The man at the head was a man with pale green hair who looked very young, and Bell recognized that it was none other than Martin of Astelle. Viscount Hartmann.

"Ambush?"

Bell is not one of those lords who decide strategy, he only knows how to kill, but right now, even idiots know that the army that Astor has placed there is definitely to intercept them.

"Go west and join the army!"

Bell roared, and seeing that the northern slope was occupied by a dense Astor army, he led his troops to the west, trying to find a breakthrough.

However, just as he turned his horse's head and headed towards Silvermoon Eustia, who had sunk to the west, Bell spotted a man on a horse on a small slope to the west.

With brown messy hair, pale eyes, a resolute expression, a frost-blue robe on his body, and a simple and heavy book hanging from his waist, he rode a snow-white war horse, under the light of the silver moon, like a saint, exuding holy brilliance.

"There is only one person on the other side, don't be afraid!"

Bell didn't know the enemy, and he didn't think that Astor would have reinforcements in a short time, so he sped up and tried to kill them.

However, when the young man raised his right hand, and from behind him, a black oppressive cavalry suddenly appeared, and even Bell's face turned pale. (To be continued.) )