The wind is howling. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was the night breeze that blew through the ears, cold, bitter, with the damp smell peculiar to the forest, and through the gaps in the steel armor, it made a terrifying sound, mingling with the roar of horses, the clash of swords, and the smell of blood, forming a magnificent music.

That's exactly what Griffith. Balmunck's intoxicating music.

Slashing, the heavy broadsword brought a gust of sword wind, sweeping away the trees in front of him, Griffith hated this forest, it was gloomy and deep, just like the slums he lived in as a child, Griffith liked the vast plains, liked the feeling of galloping on horses, so he swung his sword and cut off everything that stood in his way, whether it was trees or humans, whether it was enemies or allies.

Griffith's silver curls fluttered in his ears, and he glanced at the knights beside him, also dressed in silver and white armor, a squad of the White Lion Knights, whose father had given him one of the hundred knights at the beginning of the war, hoping that Griffith would bring glory to the family.

But Griffith knew that it was only because he was an illegitimate child, even if he died on the battlefield, the Balmonk's family would not lose a penny, the family tattoo on his chest was only a short-term pity, and when his mother, a **, was at the hospital bed looking at the ceiling and cursing the country for dying, he knew that no one in this world could believe it.

The speed of the war horse is very fast, and the armor and equipment blessed by magic power make this kind of heavy cavalry, which can only rush and charge within a hundred meters, can now continue to run for hours like light cavalry, which has changed the pattern of the war dramatically, and the heavy cavalry led by the White Lion Knights has become the main force of the battlefield, and light cavalry like Astel has become a class of troops to be eliminated.

"My lord, are we too fast?"

Griffith's aide-de-camp, Gus. Barsac was also a baron, and he was proud to be a member of the White Lion Order, but he did not identify with Commander Griffith, believing that the hairy young man in front of him was only due to his father's spoiling, and he despised illegitimate children, but because of his rank, he could only pretend to be respectful.

And now, he was scolding his mother loudly in his heart, originally Baron Barsac thought that they were like that kind of ceremonial troops, and they didn't need to go to the front line to fight hard, but this little commander of his actually took the initiative to ask for a battle to pursue Aster's cavalry, Baron Baron Baron was naturally not a fool, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this errand was extremely dangerous, and ordinary people couldn't avoid it at all, and he couldn't understand Griffith's thoughts.

In fact, he couldn't figure out what the viscount was thinking, whether it was to bring a small team of people to meet him immediately after hearing the news of the sneak attack, or to take the initiative to invite Ying to fight, maybe the young viscount was in a hurry to prove himself, like a childish child, but Baron Baron really wanted to remind this noble young master not to bring anyone else with him when he died.

Baron Baron originally thought that this was just a show of his enthusiasm, and they would stop after chasing a short distance, waiting for the convergence with the troops behind before making plans, however, Griffith's speed was getting faster and faster, and he kept biting the Astel cavalry in front of him, and there was a tendency to catch up with them and fight hard, Baron Baron Baron reacted at this time, and the viscount in front of him seemed to be a person who really wanted to catch up with Astelle.

Honor is just something outside the body for nobles like Baron Barsac, who have not experienced too many vicious battles, and they come to participate in this war, more to experience, but fortunately, there is a little braggart at the future aristocratic party, he does not want to die for the country and die in a strange territory.

"Not fast enough, there are too many trees!"

Griffith didn't know if he heard the meaning of Baron Baron's words, he only stared closely ahead, in the dark forest, there was a slight sound of horses' hooves, and Griffith, who was at the peak of silver, could accurately hear the speed and movement of the other party through these sounds.

The speed seemed to be reserved, going north, occasionally a little to the east, and it looked like it was fleeing to the base camp.

"My lord, if we chase after us, we are likely to fall into Astelle's trap, should we stop and think?"

Baron Baron saw that Griffith did not understand his words at all, so he spoke directly.

"The White Lion Knights are not a death squad, even if we fall into that damn trap, we will still go to the coffin!"

"Barsac, are you afraid of death?"

Coldly, Griffith asked, his side face slender and feminine in the moonlight, not at all a warrior but more like a poet.

"This ...... I don't have time to joke with you. ”

Baron Baron didn't understand what Griffith meant by his question at this time, and he was a little angry, but because of the relationship between his superiors and subordinates, he swallowed those grievances into his stomach.

"In the classes of the military academy, there was a saying that once the cavalry stopped charging, then death was not far away."

Griffith continued, and even though the distance between the two men was sometimes close and distant due to the obstruction of the irregular growth of trees, and even though the dull sound of the iron hooves of the knights behind him drowned out a large number of sounds, his words still reached Baron Baron's ears with great clarity.

It was a deep, magnetic voice, unimaginable from a seventeen-year-old boy.

"I don't know what you mean."

Baron Barsac slowed down slightly, and pulled away from Griffith.

"I mean, don't stop, Barsac."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scenery instantly became different.

The original lush forest was gone, replaced by an open woodland, and the stream flowed through the middle, dividing the open land in two, and looking up, you could see the towering figure of Trahir, the bud of the World Tree, shining with the silver moon Eustia, showing a mysterious aura.

Griffith knew that in this kind of terrain, heavy cavalry had a natural advantage.

In front of his vision, a light cavalry was gradually taking shape, and Griffith recognized that it was the same black-haired man he had fought before.

A smile crossed Griffith's lips, he gripped the reins in his left hand, drew his broadsword from behind him with his right hand, and the reflection of the enemy grew larger and larger in his eyes.

"Over there, my lord!"

Baron Baron had barely slowed down when he crossed Griffith's shoulder and saw the heads of men moving on the slope on the other side of the open field.

There is no doubt that it was the army of Aster.