Lockhall. Viscount Erich overlooked the woodland, he drew his saber from his waist, the shiny blade reflected the moonlight, showing a terrifying cold light, and beside him were seven hundred horsemen, dressed in half-armor, with short spears and round shields in their hands, which were rarely fought in the Aster's army, so that the whole army now seemed to have a mixed feeling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Willis, that's Wendland's heavy cavalry, legendary beings who sweep everything on the battlefield."

In a relaxed tone, Viscount Erich said to the lieutenant beside him.

"My lord, Lord Wellington has sent a text message saying that it is the Knights of the White Lion, let's be careful."

Willis. Baron Bruce tied the owl that had taken the message to the reply he had just written, and then released it into the night sky, and the brown-gray owl glided silently in the direction of Trasil, the bud of the World Tree.

"Knights of the White Lion? That was just Wendland's use to scare the cowards, and in this era, whether it is Astor or Wendland, the existence of inheriting the glory of the sages has long been lost in the long river of history, so we don't need to be afraid. ”

Slightly self-deprecating, Viscount Erich watched the silver-white armored knights rush into the woodland at a high speed, and then raised the Aster-style saber in his hand.

"It's just that we Astor still want to survive for a few more years, and we want to bully us old immortals, Wendland's hairy boys are still too tender."

Using Viscount Erich's saber as a signal, the originally somewhat chaotic ranks became neat, and the cavalry regiment of seven hundred men stood at the top of the slope, facing the left flank of the Windsland knights, and the moonlight reflected the faces of the cavalrymen, all with serious and nervous expressions.

"Listen, what we're going to do is very simple, it's to charge, and then crush the wretchs of Wendland, they've burned our homes, they've taken our land, they've slaughtered our people, and now, it's time to fight back, all the soldiers of Astor listen—"

Viscount Erich's voice was loud and deep, reaching the ears of every Aster, and his saber leaned forward, tugging at the reins sharply, and then the trumpet behind him sounded, and it was a long sound.

"- For Asther, charge!"

First, the sound of broken horses' hooves.

The first row of riders of the cavalry regiment began to move slowly, and the speed of their horses gradually increased, and then the riders of the second row, the third row, and the last row of riders began to accelerate, and at last the whole cavalry regiment rushed down the slope like a raging flood.

And their target is none other than the White Lion Knights of Wendland.

Now Baron Baron finally knew why Griffith had to keep himself from stopping.

Baron Barsac, who had slowed down, was even in a trance when he saw the tide of Aster's cavalry attacking from the flank, and as a heavy cavalryman, once he slowed down, it would take a lot of time to accelerate again, so that even if he whipped his horse with a whip, he could not escape from the range of the Aster's cavalry regiment as quickly as Griffith.

He watched as the stern-looking Astor roared towards him, and Baron Baron didn't even have time to pull his newly-maintained sword from its scabbard, and the next second he drove the horses under him to turn their heads, Asther's cavalry collided with the back half of the White Lion Knights.

Baron Baron only felt that he had been hit hard by the hammer, and he flew straight out of the saddle, and the heavy armor on his body emitted a little light, which was the effect of an enchanted defensive warlock, and a nobleman like him would still bless some basic spells on his armor to resist basic attacks.

However, the glow only flickered for a moment before it dimmed, and Baron Baron felt as if his internal organs were shattered, and he saw that his horse had already been swallowed up by the torrent of Aster, and he saw that the Windland knights at the end of the team had not had time to organize resistance, and they were scattered by Aster, and under the siege, even if they were heavily armoured, he could not be spared, and he saw the blood swaying in the moonlight, and the rainbow of silver and crimson was too brilliant a color.

Baron Baron's mind was in turmoil, as if he was hallucinating.

It is an ancient memory, the legend of the White Lion Knights, the knights in silver and white armor galloping across the plains.

He stretched out his hand to touch the glory of the past, but the dreamlike sight shattered at the touch of a touch, turning into mist and dissipating in the wind.

In the next moment, Baron Baron fell to the ground, his head hit the ground, his neck was broken, his internal organs were ruptured by the impact, and blood flowed from his nostrils and eyes, gradually cooling in the cold wind.

Griffith, on the other hand, only glanced at the charging Astel army behind him and the dozen or so knights of the White Lion Knights who were engulfed by it, and then turned his head, his eyes still falling on the light cavalry in front of him.

Aster's light cavalry turned around at the moment of the reinforcements' attack, turned to the right, and tried to use the speed advantage to detour Wendland's right flank, but after all, it was Wendland's elite cavalry, the White Lion Knights had a speed that was not inferior to the light cavalry, and the Astor army behind them made the knights dare not slow down, so the two cavalry were in a stalemate, stalemate in high-speed movement.

"Crossbowmen, armour-piercing arrows, winding."

Viscount Erich shouted, and the last few dozen riders of the Asterl cavalry regiment immediately pulled out their crossbows and put the short arrows from the quiver next to the saddle onto the crossbows.

They were aiming at the high-speed moving Windsland Knights, and in normal times, the heavy cavalry galloping at full speed would not have to worry about these crossbow arrows, but the White Lion Knights, who were turning in order to chase the light cavalry in front of them, were now the best targets.

"Shoot the arrows."

At the sound of the order, dozens of strengthened crossbow arrows rained down on the maneuvering Wendland Knight.

Griffith led the knights around him to continue to accelerate and dodge the rain of arrows, but the knights who fell behind were not so lucky, perhaps because they were slackened by the ordinary crossbow arrows of the light cavalry, these knights did not accelerate in time and were hit by the rain of arrows.

Although the enchanted armor can resist these crossbow arrows, the war horse can not fully defend itself, only to see the hit war horse lose its balance, fall forward, and throw the knights far away, at this time, the heavy armor on their bodies has become a burden, just the impact force when they hit the ground made several people directly twist the spine, and the rest of the people also fell to the ground, surrounded by the Asterl cavalry regiment that chased behind.

"My lord, we should retreat first!"

One of the knights said to Griffith, a slight tremor in his voice, muffled in the wind.

"Retreat? No, no, no......"

Griffith smiled, a slightly cruel one, and it looked particularly horrible on his handsome face.

"We're not going to retreat until we've killed all of Aster's bastards."