Lord Manstein held the reins of his horse tightly, and he led this small group of light cavalry galloping through the woods, and behind him was Wendland's heavy cavalry, and the roaring lion on the shoulder armor of the knight at the head was emitting a terrifying glow in the moonlight, as if if the angry beast would devour itself as soon as Lord Manstein was slightly behind, so that he had to hurry up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind the heavy cavalry regiment of dozens of men was the cavalry of Aster, which pursued the Wendland army in front at a slightly slower pace, changing the direction of their advance as Lord Manstein moved.

The seven-to-one ratio had wiped out the advantage of Wendland's heavy cavalry, and it was easy to take down this small group of heavy cavalry at the moment, but this was not the goal of this battle.

"Crossbowman, keep winding."

Lockhall. Viscount Erich roared, this is now the third salvo, the first two rounds of fire have already killed nearly twenty Wendland soldiers, but this is not enough.

Because the leading commander Wendran didn't seem to care about the pursuers behind him at all, only stared at the light cavalry in front of him, and had no intention of giving up the pursuit and escaping, if he was caught up like this, then Lord Manstein was likely to be affected by the attack.

Of course, Viscount Erich can directly wipe out this small group of Wendland's troops here, but in that case, for Wendland, this is just a small trap, and Aster's preparations in the past few days will be in vain.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With a swing of the saber, dozens of crossbow arrows were fired at the end of the Wendland team, the arrows piercing the armor of the horses, causing the Wendran soldiers riding on them to lose their balance and fall forward.

However, compared to the previous two times, only five Wendland's riders made a move, and it is foreseeable that as the attack continues, Wendland's elite will survive the attack, and at that time, Astor will have to think of another idea.

Lord Manstein clearly understood the situation, and while he admired the knight's perseverance, he was also thinking of a way to break the game.

"Since he wants to fight me, then we will do what he wants."

Lord Manstein shouted, and the galloping team immediately made a sharp turn to one side, a maneuver that only light cavalry could do, and in a matter of moments, Astelle's hussar squad formed an acute angle with the knights of Wendland.

As if sensing the meaning of the other party, Wendland's knights also slowed down slightly, and the two cavalry teams gradually closed the distance.

Lord Manstein took the saber thrown to him by his subordinates, one in each hand, and was the first to make contact with the knights of Wendland.

With a wave of Griffith's sword, a sword wind swept through all things, striking at Lord Manstein.

Staggered only for a split second.

Lord Manstein caught Griffith's broadsword with his right-hand saber, and the strength of the silver peak caused the steel-forged saber to crack slightly, but instead of carrying it, he turned the saber at an angle, causing the broadsword to slide to one side, and at the same time, the saber in his left hand slashed from top to bottom.

Griffith wielded his heavy sword with one hand, and even though he was unloaded by the opponent's light means, he himself did not lose his balance in the slightest, and in the face of the saber slashed from above, he slowly raised his hand, trying to use the heavy iron gloves to forcibly catch the enemy's attack.

"The same moves won't work for me!"

It turned out that this slash of Lord Manstein was just a feint, and the real attack was hidden in the right hand used to block.

Quickly drawing from under the blade of the broadsword, the slender saber stabbed rapidly, aiming at the tiny gap between Griffith's helmet and breastplate.

This is the biggest weakness of the Wendland heavy cavalry, because it is not a jumpsuit, so there is a small crack in this position, but it is almost impossible for ordinary people to accurately hit this small flaw in a chaotic battle, let alone in this silver-level deathmatch.

However, Lord Manstein is no ordinary person.

The deerskin gloves burst out with intricate patterns, and faintly visible faint world strings emerged, and if Shiloh was present, he would surely recognize that these gloves were actually a piece of magical equipment.

Kieran's calibration glove, the name of this equipment in the game is this, the effect is to increase the accuracy of the wearer, and the use effect is to put the wielder into a state similar to bullet time, although it can only be used once a day, but in the duel of masters, the effect of this glove is not a little bit, and it is very likely to win the game.

At this moment, the world in Lord Manstein's eyes had slowed down, he could see the dust raised by the horses' hooves dissociating and dissolving in the night wind, he could see tiny insects flapping their wings in the mist, he could see the coat of arms of the white lion engraved on the chest of the other knight, and of course, he could see the thin one that led to the crack in the other's throat.

Time is slowed down, sounds are elongated, and even light is distorted.

In a near-static world, Lord Manstein stabbed with a sword!

Griffith only felt that the black-haired man in front of him seemed to change his momentum in an instant, and the ghostly saber stabbed towards his throat.

Instinctively alarming, Griffith desperately pulled back his body, however, the cold blade always changed direction and bit himself.

Finally, the moment the tip of the army touched the skin of Griffith's throat, he made his decision.

The hand holding the broadsword was released, and the heavy sword immediately fell to the ground, and Griffith, who had lost some of his weight, quickly broke out of the range of Lord Manstein's attack at a speed that he could not normally achieve.

Rolling backwards, Griffith fell from his horse, his saber missing his target at the last minute, only slashing Griffith's cheek, leaving a shallow trail of blood and knocking his helmet off.

As for Lord Manstein, the hind legs of the war horse were cut by Griffith's discarded broadsword, and the whole person also lost his balance and fell forward, but he was prepared, decisively dropped the saber in his hand, supported the ground with one hand, and landed steadily with a backflip.

All of this confrontation took place in a matter of seconds.

And the two teams happened to miss each other, seeing their commander was shot off their horses, Wendland's knights also lost some of their fighting spirit, plus they also lost several riders in the battle just now, these knights who had not experienced a few battles in the territory of Astor began to retreat.

And once an idea takes root, it spreads like a weed.

Viscount Erich's cavalry was so close that even the White Lion Knights could not resist the pressure of the approaching army, and finally, when the first knight began to turn his horse and flee, Wendland's formation collapsed.

And in this chaotic battle, Griffith stood against the wind, he slowly moved forward, and pulled out his broadsword deep in the dirt.

"Aren't you running away?"

Lord Manstein also picked up his saber and clasped his hands together to confront the silver-haired knight.

"It's just a rabble, and it's normal to run away."

Griffith said lightly, the scars on his cheeks oozing blood, staining the silver hair of his sideburns red.

"You lost your horse and can only die here."

The enemy's silver pinnacle momentum was on display, and Lord Manstein did not dare to take it lightly, and he slowly moved his steps, trying to find a suitable position to attack.

"It's okay, but it's a defeat."

Griffith raised his broadsword, the blade pointed at Lord Manstein.

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