Claude. Lord Manstein shook off the blood of the saber in his hand, the cold wind howled in his ears, and he gently touched the glow crystal in the small bag on his waist, and there were five more, which was enough. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is what Shiloh gave him before Lord Manstein set out on his expedition, and according to Shiloh's words, it is an alchemy item called a flashbang, and the method used is so simple that even monkeys can use it.

This gadget proved to be quite useful, especially for blitzkrieg enthusiasts like Lord Manstein, who can activate flashbangs directly when he is close to the enemy, using it to earn time difference and crush the enemy in one fell swoop.

It seems that he had met Wendland's magician before, and he thought it would be a fight, after all, although these old scholars who have been buried in ancient books all day long seem to be extremely weak, but everyone in the whole continent knows that when it comes to treacherous and changeable, no one can compare to these magicians, even if the magician's country of Atlantia has only a few thousand people, no one dares to invade at will.

However, using the gap created by the flashbang makes it impossible for the opponent's magic to be cast, and it is not difficult for Lord Manstein, who is close to the silver median, to sense the enemy's magic fluctuations, and he also has some research on magic, so after dodging the enemy's wind blade, he can kill the enemy before he can recover from his senses.

"It's already the third camp, and the bastards of Wendland should be aware of it."

Lord Manstein said, he saw that the forest in front of him had been lit up with a little fire, and he believed that the remnants of the Wendland soldiers here had already passed the news of the enemy attack to the various outposts, and this message would soon reach the Wendland base camp, and it would not be long before the Wendland heavy cavalry in heavy armor would welcome them.

This is exactly what Lord Manstein expected.

"It's coming!"

As he thought about it, he heard a commotion in the forest in front of him, the sound of horses' hooves and the clash of metal one after another, and before the others could react, Manstein screamed.

"Avoid!"

Deflecting the direction of their advance, he led his group to the left, the trees of the forest were irregular, and thanks to the fact that they had often fought in the pine forests of the north, they were familiar with this terrain, but they were not faced with an enemy like that.

With a long roar of a war horse, a knight appeared in the dark forest's field of vision.

Wendland's armor is engraved with a special pattern, on his left shoulder is a roaring lion, under the steel helmet, only a pair of pale yellow eyes can be glimpsed, he is looking at Lord Manstein, a broadsword in his hand, the war horse is also covered with silver-white armor, the horse's hooves trampled on the snow, leaving deep marks.

And behind this knight, several cavalrymen who were also heavily armored slowly appeared, although the armor was not as delicate as the leader one, but it also exuded a dangerous aura.

This is the heavy cavalry that Wendland's 7th Mobile Armored Division is proud of.

"There are only ten people, is it still too underestimating us?"

While observing the enemy and galloping on his horse, Lord Manstein raised his left hand.

"Wind!"

After speaking, the light cavalry beside him raised their crossbows one after another to aim, riding and shooting is the skill of the northern rangers, and at this distance, they will definitely not miss.

But that's just for weakly defended armies.

The arrows of steel hit the armor forged from Wendland's steel like raindrops, and they could not even make the heavy cavalry waver even the slightest, and there were only ten men, but like thousands of horses, the torrent of steel just crossed the woods and advanced towards Lord Manstein.

Lord Manstein directs the direction of the team, trying to use the trees of the Misty Forest to cover himself.

However, the enemy did not give him this opportunity.

I saw the leader raise the sword in his hand, and then swept sideways, and a sword wind set off in the forest.

The slightly slender trees were cut down, and the older trees were shaky, as if they would fall with the slightest exertion.

"Drink—"

With a shout, the heavy cavalry, which had not had much hindrance in front of them, leaned directly towards Lord Manstein's side, and seeing the two teams getting closer and closer, Wendland's cavalry drew their long swords from their waists.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

A majestic male voice echoed through the woods, and ten long swords reflected the moonlight, making Lord Manstein's heart skip a beat.

Despite the desperate attempts of Aster's cavalry to escape, the heavy cavalry of Wendland had the speed to keep up with them, and finally, at the same time that the two teams came into contact, both sides moved.

Wendland's heavy cavalry swung their swords, and despite being in a disadvantageous position, the heavy blades slashed precisely into the necks of the Asterle hussars beside them.

Aster's cavalry took evasive stance, lowering their bodies while keeping their eyes out of the way.

Because Lord Manstein has already inspired another flashbang.

All of a sudden, the misty forest was as bright as day.

Even the well-trained heavy cavalry had no time to deal with this sudden change, their eyes suddenly turned snow-white, and the blades in their hands deviated from their original trajectory and swept over the heads of the Asterle cavalry beside them.

“！！！”

Equally intimidated by the flash, the knight who took the lead did not get as confused as the others, and his sword struck steadily at Lord Manstein as before.

Silver Peak!

With a single sword to know the strength of his enemy, Lord Manstein raised the saber in his left hand and blocked the enemy's broadsword upwards with his positional advantage, while drawing another saber from his right hand and attacking the opponent's flank.

Although the full body armor of the heavy cavalry looks solid, no matter how strong the armor is, there will always be a day when it will be taken off, and the northern rangers have mastered several of their weaknesses in several encounters with the Wendland cavalry, and it is one of them that Lord Manstein is attacking at this moment.

"Useless!"

The knight of Wendland shouted, his steel glove-clad left hand gripped Lord Manstein's slender saber, and the broadsword in his right hand swung down again.

Without hesitation, Lord Manstein let go of his two hands, then raised his right hand, gripped the saber in mid-air, and blocked it again.

Sparks burst and shine on a cold winter night.

While the two clashed, Aster's light cavalry also broke away from Wendland's entanglement, and the two teams gradually separated in different directions.

"Want to escape?"

The other party snorted coldly, discarded the saber in his left hand, and reached out towards Lord Manstein's chest.

Knowing that he was trying to hold on to himself, Lord Manstein fell to the left, and just as the knight of Wendland thought that he was about to fall off his horse due to the unsteady center of gravity, the black-haired young man just hung on the side of the war horse and dodged this move.

The two teams were parting at the same moment, with Astor making his way down a slope to the side, while Windland entered a fork in the road, making it difficult to catch up for a while.

Lord Manstein returned to his horse, and he turned back to see the knight of Wendland stop his horse and take off his helmet, it was a handsome young man with curly silver hair, who looked at the departed Lord Manstein with pale yellow eyes, without any expression on his face.

And Lord Manstein, who saw all this, only gave him a middle finger from a distance.