Ecrio got up slowly, he covered the wound on his left hand, the large amount of blood loss made him a little confused, he looked at Griffith beside him, he knew that the silver-haired young man had made this decision to save himself, so he didn't resent Griffith, after all, an arm was nothing compared to losing his life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fury" fell to the ground, and the black-red halberd surrounded by thunder and lightning was now lying quietly on the soft soil, and there seemed to be a few cracks in its blade.

Griffith stood aside with a broadsword in hand, looking at Vera Hill across from him with wary eyes.

Verahir clutched her flank, the wound had already been burned with the flames, the blood had already coagulated, and the long sword "Burning Frost" in her hand was hanging down gently, maintaining a posture that could strike at any time.

Around the three people facing each other, shouts of killing were heard one after another, and Aster's cavalry was chasing the defeated Wendland soldiers, the flags of the Wendland Federation fell to the ground, stained with melted snow and mud, and the soldiers of the two armies trampled on the flags in the chase, but no one noticed.

In the night sky, countless scorching arrows fell like meteors in the direction of Wendland's army fleeing, and the explosions and screams became the two loudest voices of the night.

Ekrio knew he had been defeated.

Even if he can retreat with his whole body at the moment, it will take a long time for Wendland to re-attack Aster, but at that time, either the old fox from the central front rushed to support, or Asterle evacuated early, leaving only the empty misty forest for Wendlan, either way, it was something that Ekrio did not want to see.

So, he did already lose.

"Do you want to continue......

Said stubbornly, Ekrio smiled, he had been at war with Verahir for more than a month, and he had never fought head-to-head during that time, however, this first encounter was accompanied by his own defeat, which was really uncomfortable for him.

On the one hand, he didn't expect the enemy to be promoted to Legend at all, you know, the threshold from gold to Legend is not so easy to cross, and it is even rumored that the distance between gold and Legend is an almost insurmountable gap, so in the face of Vera Hill, who has become a legendary powerhouse, Ekrio has already lost in momentum.

On the other hand, he didn't expect Astor to use such tactics to make Wendland so embarrassed, it can be said that even if Vera Hill does not become a legend, it will be quite difficult for Wendland to win this war, and he will have to pay a greater price.

But as the Earl of Wendland, the commander of the Eastern Front Army, it was his duty to fight until the last moment, and in Wendland, it was a great honor to die in battle, and he believed that his family and people would be happy for his death.

"Mistress Ekrio......"

Griffith stepped forward to hold his commander, but he was pushed away by Ekrio.

I saw Ekrio pick up the halberd, this weapon that had accompanied him for many years seemed extremely heavy at the moment, and Ekrio held the halberd in one hand, stood up straight, and looked at Verahir with both eyes.

"Come and fight, Verahill. Strass, bet my honor. ”

Ekrio said to Verahir, the halberd in his hand pointing directly at the woman in the light green ponytail.

"You're no longer worthy of being my opponent."

In the face of the provocation of the crimson short-haired man, Verahir did not move, but only said so, with a bit of indifference in his tone.

"What do you say......"

Ekrio didn't expect his challenge to be rejected, and in such a humiliating way.

In fact, after being hit hard by Shiloh, his equipment was completely destroyed, and his left hand was cut off, Ekrio's strength at the moment is only less than one-third of his heyday, even if he is a silver mid-level, he can fight with him for a few moves, and Verahir Although he was yin with a move, he still retains the strength of the legendary level, and between the two, it is no longer at the same level of strength.

Vera Hill's words were not wrong.

"Go back and tell Orphen that Astelle is not so easy to bully, this battle in the Misty Forest will happen in other battlefields in the future, this is the first battle of Astelle's counterattack."

Verahir continued, glancing at Ekrio farther south, where the Wendland Federation was located.

“......”

It seemed that Ekrio wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed all the words into his stomach.

Yes, he was defeated, and the loser was not qualified to challenge again, and even a glorious death could not be obtained.

“...... The pastor, Shiloh. Ian Gray ...... The stage of Astor is too small for him, and one day, he will walk on the chessboard of this world and become the ...... of the characters who will influence this continent."

Akrio turned, leaving one last word.

“...... You'll have to keep an eye on him. ”

"You don't have to bother."

Verahill watched Akrio go away with Griffith's support, it wasn't that she didn't want to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but the current Akerio would take at least two or three years to recover, and it was likely that he would never be promoted to a legend again, and the threat to Astor was actually quite small.

Verahir knew that although Akrio was an enemy of Aster, he was not a bad person, so he kept a hand and did not kill him all, of course, if Shiloh was present, it was very likely that Verahill would persuade Akrio to kill Akrio and Griffith, but for the current Verahir, the two did not pose a threat at all.

Anyway, after tonight, the Asterl army will leave this forest, and it is still unknown whether the wounded Earl will survive the frenzy of the beasts when the aura of the fog dragon Arnol Lund dissipates and the beasts of the forest attack.

"Mistress Ekrio......"

Pulling the somewhat unconscious Acleo onto his horse, Griffith pulled the reins and drove the horse towards the forest, passing by many of the soldiers of Wendland and Aster, but he ignored it and galloped ahead.

Griffith...... As a result, in the end, you were the only one by my side. ”

In his confusion, Acleo remembered the first time he saw Griffith, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Balmonc who was spurned by the other noble heirs, but Acleo didn't care about this, he only liked to be with the strong, so the two soon became companions, and at the beginning of the war, Griffith also volunteered to join Acleo and fight alongside him.

Ecrio looked up, the scenery around him was the same, all tall trees, he didn't know where the two were now, he glanced at Griffith behind him, the silver-haired man had no expression on his face.

Ecrio is a unique faction in the country, he does not please the speaker or the opposition, and therefore, he is also sent to gnaw this hard bone, and from this point of view, he and the "lone wolf" Lexington. Salas seems to be in the same situation, but at least, he has Griffith by his side.

“...... Griffith? ”

Feeling that the youth around him seemed to be quieter than usual, and Ecrio's vague mind was also a little clear, he felt that the war horse suddenly stopped, and he was supported by Griffith to dismount, but the surrounding area was not a camp, but a desolation.

“...... Where is this? ”

Ekrio asked, and then he saw Griffith in front of him pull out a dagger from his bosom, it was a short dagger of the Astel type, sharp and small, suitable for assassination.

"You ......"

Somewhat confused, Ekrio only saw Griffith approaching, the blade of the dagger reflecting the brilliance of the silver moon Eustia, revealing a dangerous beauty.

"Greetings from Your Excellency Orfin."

Griffith said coldly and stepped forward.

The next second, Horace. Count Ecrio felt a chill in his heart, and the whole world fell into an ice cave, and the last thing he saw was Griffith's handsome face, with a smile of nothingness. (To be continued.) )