The blue spear shimmered with a terrifying cold light under the light of the silver moon Eustia, and the sharp blade was stained with a little blood, gradually cooling in the cold wind, and the man holding the spear was as burly as a giant bear in the forest, his face was bruised, and the other hand was tightly tugging on the reins, and there were dozens of cavalry in front of him to stop him, but he looked at nothing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because he's Galio. Crassus, the viscount of the Federation, a strong man on the silver throne, has only one goal in his eyes at this moment, and that is the commander of the enemy.

Crassus understood this by capturing the thief before the king, and the moment he heard the horn of Astelle, he also knew the enemy's fears.

He just took the lead and swooped in, and as for Oragil still chasing after him, Crassus didn't think that a guy of Orager's level would be killed by these meteor shower-like arrows, so at least, in a few minutes, Astor would face three silver-level combat forces in Wendland, not to mention the soldiers who were several times the size of Astor behind them.

Therefore, the current Astor must want to retreat first, at least, quickly get out of the encirclement that Wendland may form.

A smile leaked from the corner of Crassus's mouth, he saw that the enemy's commander was only in the middle and lower reaches of silver, and even if he didn't have a good impression of Griffith, the two of them were teammates on the same front, and together, taking the enemy's head was as easy as digging for something.

Charged, the horse galloping under his crotch like his own feet, Crassus delicately stabbed his spear into the chest of a soldier, and the gushing blood splashed slightly on his face, making Crassus's originally hideous face even more terrifying.

On the other side, Griffith also rushed in the direction of Viscount Eric, his broadsword slashed one soldier after another in front of him, the blood mist dissolved and dissipated in the cold winter wind in the faint mist that had already filled the forest, and Griffith, who was rushing out of this red, the blade reflecting the light of the stars and the moon, terrifying.

Viscount Erich secretly screamed that it was not good, his own strength was not high, and now he had nowhere to dodge for a while in the face of the trap of two enemies stronger than himself.

When the brave wins in a narrow encounter, Viscount Erich gritted his teeth, his saber was flattened, and he urged the war horse under him to move, he thought for a moment, and finally accelerated in the direction of Griffith.

If he could escape the confrontation, then Viscount Erich would be able to sweep past Griffith and retreat directly with the large army that was gradually moving north.

Out of the corner of Viscount Erich's eye, he caught a glimpse of Crassus, who was chasing after him, and Lord Manstein, who was rushing towards him, and he clenched the saber in his hand and watched the silver-haired young man in his field of vision approach.

Twenty yards, ten yards, five yards, and when the two men were less than a yard apart, the exchange began.

Viscount Erich took the initiative, using his speed to swing his saber straight at Griffith's throat.

Now that the enemy has lost his helmet, this is indeed a good choice, however, what Viscount Erich can think of, Griffith, who has experienced countless battles, can naturally think of.

Bang dang -

The sound of a blade stabbing into flesh did not sound as Viscount Erich had expected, but instead there was a crisp sound between metal.

I saw that the tip of the Aster's saber was less than a finger's width away from Griffith's throat, and the blade was tightly held by the silver-haired young man's steel armor covered in his left hand, and he was not allowed to advance an inch.

The movement of the two horses seemed to be still.

"Viscount Erich!"

Lord Manstein's shouts were also lengthened indefinitely, and Viscount Erich only felt as if the world had slowed down, and everything was clearly visible.

The dusty armor rubbed against the shiny saber and burst into sparks, and Griffith's face was calm, as if he was not in the battlefield but in his own back garden, and the mottled and bloodstained blade of the broadsword reflected Erich's surprised expression.

The horse's hooves carried up dirt and snow, the sword pierced the air, and at the last moment, Viscount Erich hurriedly let go of the saber in his hand and fell backwards.

By a fraction of a second, the broadsword shaved off a handful of Viscount Erich's hair, and then swept past his chest.

Just as Viscount Erich breathed a sigh of relief and was about to fight back, an ominous beep came from behind him.

It was the sound of a spear breaking through the barrier of air, piercing at high speed.

"When will it !?"

Viscount Erich did not expect Crassus to have such speed, and in the short seconds he fought Griffith, he broke through the defense line of the Astor cavalry and reached behind him.

However, the exclamation was no avail, and Viscount Erich could only watch as the blue spear stabbed out of Crassus's hand and struck him in the back.

“！！！”

Seeing that the tip of the spear was about to pierce into the half-body armor, Viscount Erich decided to fight to the death!

With a force at his waist, he rose from his horse, Griffith's broadsword had just slashed in front of him, and using the gap, Viscount Erich dodged the spear piercing behind him, while holding the saber that Griffith had discarded into the air.

Adrenaline rushed, Viscount Erich was facing Griffith at this time, he was sideways, and slashed at the opponent's side ribs, although Wendland's armor was slightly weaker than the front ribs, but this blow still could not pose a threat to Griffith's life, and Viscount Erich only used this as a stopgap measure, aiming to force back Griffith's attack.

However, the silver-haired youth did not dodge, allowing the saber to slash at his armor, while on the other side, the broadsword in his hand flipped over and swung it at Viscount Erich.

"How could it be !??"

Viscount Erich did not expect Griffith to attack in complete ignorance of his own attack, and hurriedly withdrew his saber and tried to parry the broadsword.

However, he seemed to ignore the other person who was still present on the battlefield in his momentary judgment.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, Viscount Erich had lost his last chance.

The turquoise spear stabbed through his back and through his chest, striking him in the heart.

The hot blood was spilled, and even the ends of Griffith's silver hair were stained a little, and under the silver moon, Viscount Erich's eyes widened, staring at the young man in front of him with a cruel smile.

"Ah, Astor Immortal!"

With the last strength to shout such words, the next second, Viscount Erich's head was cut off by the sharp broadsword, flying high in the air, and finally rolling down on the snowy grass.

"Astor will be destroyed by the Federation."

As if praying for a defeated enemy general, Griffith said coldly, and then turned his gaze to Lord Manstein, who was moving towards the place in the chaos and had witnessed all this. (To be continued.) )