Breathing in the forest air, Carl. Baron Reeves sat on the back of his beloved warhorse, heavily armoured, and walked through the shade of the trees of the Misty Forest, which flourished even in winter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"My lord, do we have to wait for someone who comes later?"

Beside him, Adjutant Billier asked, and he looked behind him, but there was no sign of any friendly troops except for the two cavalry teams, which numbered nearly thirty men.

"If you wait for those slow guys, the bastards of Astel won't know where to flee for a long time, Biller, you are still my adjutant, why are you so cowardly?"

Baron Reeves grabbed the reins and stopped the horses beneath him, glanced briefly at the group behind him, and then looked ahead, above the lush canopy, Trasil, the bud of the World Tree, standing in the distance in a very oppressive manner.

After hearing that long howl and sensing that the fog around him was beginning to dissipate, Baron Reeves knew that his opportunity had come.

In the previous two weeks of fighting, his troops had been attacked three times by Aster, each of which had been fled, while his own side had suffered considerable losses, which made him very shameless in front of the other nobles, especially Graves, who was also in the vanguard. The Hilton guy, I don't know how many times he laughed at him in private.

"I don't want Hilton to get a head start, Biller, you know, the Reeves and Hilton families have been at odds since the founding of Windland."

As two nobles in the adjacent territories, the Reeves family and the Hilton family often had fierce frictions, the most serious one, Hilton's sister-in-law accidentally killed a second son of the Reeves family in a duel, if it were not for the mediation of the Wendland Council, the two families would almost go to war directly.

This enmity has lasted for hundreds of years, and to this day, despite fighting under the command of Count Ekrio, the dispute between the two families has not subsided, and along the way, with Wendland's victory, the two families are also secretly fighting, and so far, Baron Reeves has lost the upper hand because of several faux pas in this misty forest, and is trying to take advantage of this opportunity to recover the gap.

"But, my lord, we are alone, and it would not be terrible if we were ambushed by Aster."

Born into a peasant family in Wendland, Biller was drafted into the army because of his strong physique, and was eventually favored by Baron Reeves as his lieutenant after several battles to suppress the rebellion in the country.

Having not experienced the intrigues of the aristocracy, Billier was straightforward and rustic, and of course, on the other hand, he had little to pursue, so he preferred to be more steady, than to Baron Reeves, who was anxious to make a name for himself as soon as possible.

"If you are afraid of risk at this time, then the future will be nothing, Billier, and that's why I'm a baron and you're an adjutant."

The corners of Baron Reeves' mouth rose, and he pulled the reins slightly, allowing the horse to slowly move forward.

"Astor has relied on the fog for the past two weeks, and now that the fog has cleared, they are probably more panicked than we are, and are busy packing up and running away!"

"But the general said that it could be their trap......

"Fart!"

Baron Reeves shouted at Biller's speech, he did not allow anyone to dare to criticize his decision to his face, even if Count Ecrio did instruct not to chase too deeply when encountering enemies, the current situation was most likely a trick played by the Asters, but he could not care about it as a competitive man.

It should be said that even if it was really Aster's conspiracy, Baron Reeves, who had a team of thirty heavy cavalry, was not afraid, and now that he had a good vision, he could easily detect the archers in the distance, and in a head-on battle, he was confident that all five of Aster's squads would be wiped out.

"Take out some of the backbone of the Wendlanders, Your Excellency the Speaker said that we are fighting for the glory of the motherland, and we are always so timid, we will only lose our fighters!"

"Yes, yes!"

Biller was scolded so badly that he could only reply in a low voice, and drove his horse forward to follow Baron Reeves.

The cavalry of thirty men marched in dispersion, the sound of horses' hooves absorbed by the snow that had not yet melted, and the occasional friction of the joints of the heavy armor, the sound of rustling echoed through the forest.

"But my lord, we haven't seen the people of Astel after we've been walking for so long, have they already fled?"

Seeing that there was no half of the figure around, Billier felt a little suspenseful in his heart, so he couldn't help but speak again.

"No, those bunnies should be nearby, if we can catch the ones who don't have time to retreat...... Ah, there you have it! ”

Baron Reeves suddenly shouted, startling Billier and nearly falling off his horse.

"W-what!?"

Hurriedly looking, Billier followed the direction of Baron Reeves' horsewhip.

It seemed to be a camp.

At least it had been a camp, with trees cut down to create a large clearing, only a slight amount of snow on the ploughed grass, and a few campfires that had just been extinguished showed that the people had not been gone for long, and by its size, it was not the kind of place for a group or two to rest temporarily, but one of Aster's strongholds.

"Goddess bless, it looks like we've found a big fish!"

Baron Reeves had a happy expression on his face, he was sure that his cavalry team would be able to catch up with the Astor army that had evacuated with their luggage, and when the time came, even if there were only thirty people on his side, it would be enough to inflict a heavy blow on those Astor bastards, and the highly mobile cavalry came and went freely, and he was confident that he would be able to capture more than a hundred people.

"Something seems wrong, my lord, shouldn't we ...... first?"

Biller instinctively sensed a hint of danger, and he had a premonition when fighting the rebels in Wendland, and those who didn't want to die would even rely on living people to carry explosives and explode in public, and a little chill crept up his spine, but Baron Reeves beside him ruthlessly interrupted him.

"Shut up, Billier, if you're afraid of death, I can kick you out of the army directly, and if you still want to stay in the army, just shut your crow's mouth and give me a quiet job!"

Baron Reeves slapped Biller with a backhand, and then waved his hand to let the cavalry behind him step forward, leaving Biller alone, who was hesitating.

"Adult ......"

His cheeks were flushed with the slap of Baron Reeves, and while Biller was still hesitating to catch up with the large army, he saw Baron Reeves' war horse step into the clearing from the forest.

There was no expected ambush, and the thin mist did not change in the slightest, and Baron Reeves rode at the front, and he turned and looked at Billier, with a look of disgust on his face.

Then, in the next second, a dull roar sounded in the forest, and Billier hurriedly looked up at the source of the sound.

He saw that Baron Reeves's whole person and the war horse flew high into the sky, the horse covered in steel armor was already bloody and fleshy, the intestines in his stomach flew in the air, and the blood flowers formed a gorgeous rainbow.

He saw the Baron's head smashed open by the flying stones, and his brains scattered to the ground, mixing with the dirty dirt to reveal a disgusting color.

He saw a series of explosions burst out from the otherwise calm ground, and the heavily armored cavalry had no time to dodge, and they were all carried into the sky by the impact, and in an instant, the team of thirty people had already lost more than half.

"It's an enemy attack, defend quickly!"

Biller then remembered to command the rest of the cavalry, and he rode forward, and then Biller found that his vision began to be uncontrollable, and only the humming roar in his ears kept ringing, and he saw the sunlight in the treetops, and saw the mist in the air.

That's the color of blood.