Valor, that is, contempt for death and suffering!

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The movements of each Spartan Helmeted Warrior were the same auspicious swiftness and regularity, making the rhythm of the rush and kill, like the time that beats silently, coordinated and accurate.

When the data was reflected in Aaron's eyes, the combat morale of the wolf clan troops finally fell to 0 points, and the dense wolf clan in front of him showed a one-sided rout.

The rain in the rainy season is endless, but when it disappears, it is also very abrupt.

As the raindrops faded away, the smell of grass and earth mixed with the rain was fresh and moist. Although the ground beneath his feet had just been washed by the rain, the blood had not yet faded, and the fog of the grass was rapidly disappearing.

In an instant, in the distance, on the horizon, colorful rainbows appeared in the sky. At the same time, Aaron saw from a distance the vicious expression of the leader of the wolf clan under the paw print battle flag on the mound.

The leader of the wolf clan in the horizon has dazzling scale armor hanging on his chest and waist, and in addition to his very strong and tall physique, his hair is also white all over his body. Under his crotch, there was also a big, fat giant bear. The bear is strong and ferocious, and in the Savage Continent, it symbolizes strength and invincibility.

The giant bear under the crotch of the wolf leader, with a body of inky black hair, looked at the Spartan legions that were surging in the distance, it opened a pair of blue and black eyes, pricked up a pair of pointed ears, and nervously listened to the movements around it.

The fluff on the black bear's body is so black that every strand of hair will shine with a silky blue light, which is in stark contrast to the white wolf fur of the owner on its back, under the rainbow illumination of the sky after the rain.

The leader of the wolf clan roared angrily, waving the steel claws on the back of his hand in an attempt to organize the rout of the wolf army, but his efforts were clearly of no avail of the situation in front of him.

Looking at the huge operation of the Spartan Legion, the wolf tongue stretched long, and at the same time frowned anxiously, and the thick arms, like pincers, pointed in the direction of the Spartan Legion. Immediately, about five hundred wolf guards rushed down from the hills.

"Sparta~~~"

A roar resounded through the sky, and Aaron held his sword and shield, his legs bowed, his feet kicked the ground, and he moved his whole body and bones, and rushed forward. But the wolf leader's back of harnessing the giant bear and turning to flee confirmed Aaron's guess.

The leader of the wolf clan is a cunning coward, and would rather throw the elite guards as a shield than directly face the defeat he has inflicted.

But Aaron's instincts told him that the choice of the leader of the wolf clan was undoubtedly wise, as evidenced by the scene that was happening in front of him. The elite guards of the wolf leader were overwhelmed by the roars and spears of five thousand Spartan heavy helmets in the blink of an eye.

At this moment in the war, the morale of the wolf clan troops has collapsed, and the irrepressible rout has become a foregone conclusion, and it is not something that the wolf clan leader can change.

Aaron's eyes didn't move, and he looked squarely at the direction of the wolf leader's escape, "Whether you are a warrior or a bear, it definitely doesn't depend on whether you have a bold command before you die, and a heroic look with your chest held high. It's about knowing how to make trade-offs, and if life is gone, everything is over. ”

Having just experienced a great battle, the speed of the wolf clan's rout was only half of the usual speed, but it was not something that the Spartan infantry could catch up with with just two feet.

Because of the seriousness piled up at the corners of the eyes, there are slight wrinkles in the area where the inner corner of the eye meets the bridge of the nose. Scanning the entire battlefield behind him, according to Aaron's approximate statistics, the wolf clan on the battlefield left about 10,000 corpses, and it is estimated by the huge population of the wolf clan itself. Aaron was now certain that it wouldn't be long before the wolf leader could assemble an even larger wolf army.

The existence of the wolf clan is undoubtedly a blockade line placed in the southern plains of Sparta. If this problem is not solved for a day, the Spartan city-state must always be on guard.

Just when Aaron secretly felt pity, there was a sudden rumbling sound of horses' hooves in his ears.

The direction of the sound, coming from the south side of the battlefield, when the familiar silhouettes of the cavalry were clearly seen, the moving neighing of horses that Aaron had never heard before was resounding in the sky.

In response to these mournful neighings, a herd of motley horses poured out in all directions, and the tide rolled unstoppably from the vast plain meadows after the rain, and hundreds of war horses gathered together, roaring and galloping.

The saddle was covered with wolves, and the saddle sat with knights wielding long knives and bows, and the long mane and tail fluttered under the buoyancy of the air current, one after the other, overlapping the other, condensing into a whole, and advancing rapidly.

In Aaron's eyes, it was a bizarre picture of galloping beauty, the beauty of strength intertwined.

Less than a minute after the leader of the wolf clan fled, the cavalry general Viado, who led two thousand light cavalry, just returned to this battlefield, and after a while, the figure wearing a horsehair helmet galloped up and down with the war horse, and soon came to Aaron's body.

Obviously, the expression on Vyador's face showed that he was a little confused about the battlefield here, but he still truthfully reported the whereabouts of the cavalry unit just now. "My king, not long ago, we found a group of wolves, and we chased them until ......"

"Shut up, Viador. Immediately pursued to the north with light cavalry. A few breaths ago, the leader of the wolf clan appeared on the opposite hill. I command you, bring back his corpse! As for the characteristics of the leader of the wolf clan, I believe you can recognize it at a glance. ”

Interrupting Viador's report, sparks burst out from time to time in Aaron's pair of silver pupils, faintly revealing a color that made Viado feel depressed. There were a few bloodshot eyes, which became cold and shining, as hard and intimidating as steel, "Viador, bring back the corpse of the leader of the wolf clan, and I will consider promoting you to the rank of consul." If you can't bring it back, then you don't have to keep the horsehair on your helmet. ”

Hearing the warning of the king of Sparta, the cavalry general Vyador stretched his neck, his long eyebrows were raised, his eyes were wide like cowbells, and he was so frightened that he dared to open his mouth in front of him again, or continue to waste time.

Kicked the horse's belly with both feet, directly pulled out the long knife, and cut a hole in the back buttocks of the war horse, causing the war horse to neigh highly. Viardo galloped out of Aaron's eyes, his horse's long mane scattered behind his neck, and he ran as fast as if his four hooves were not touching the ground.

Throwing away the hundreds of wolf heads that had just been captured, two thousand cavalry archery troops followed closely behind Vyador, layer by layer of ponytails, and spread out in an orderly manner. Like the wind, roll in the direction that Aaron's sword is pointing!

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