The quill pen swung like a sharp blade, easily tearing the agreement on the table to pieces, and the ink pierced out from the tip of the pen and splashed on the table, exuding a seeping breath like black blood. Edward, the Black Prince, raised his head slowly, his bright red blood pupils full of mockery, he stabbed the tip of his pen into the table, and then collapsed on the couch and laughed uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha...... It's funny, your expression...... That's great......" Edward, the Black Prince, finally straightened up and said with a twisted face.

A cold glimmer suddenly appeared, like moonlight piercing through the cracks of the clouds, with a compelling momentum directed at the Black Prince Edward. A piercing whistling sound came from Thornville's blade, the sound of the swift wave of Roman light cutting through the air, and in the face of the Black Prince Edward's successive provocations, Thorville finally couldn't help it.

Edward, the Black Prince, lifted the spruce wood with one foot, blocking it between the two of them, and then crossed over the sofa with a slight flip. The tight-knit spruce wood could even block a volley from the English longbow, but it was easily cut in half in half in front of the Roman light!

Immediately after that, two other sudden cold rays of light swept by, passing through the small squares that gradually flew away, blocking the roaring Roman light, and the three whistling swords collided together, and the sparks that burst out at the intersection were like clouds.

The little one who had been cut into four pieces finally fell to the ground at this moment, and the black prince Edward, who had blocked Thorville's attack, smiled evilly, revealing his white fangs. The "Undefeated Will" in his left hand and the "Kiss of the Goddess of Victory" in his right hand, these two heirloom swords he has been hiding under the carpet for the moment when he tears his face.

"You had no intention of signing this agreement!" Towell roared, his right leg swept out. Edward, the Black Prince, immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, but the sofa behind him did not have this ability, and was directly kicked into pieces and scattered to the ground.

"Of course Yu won't do this, one-fifth of the land can not satisfy Yu's appetite......" Crossing and swinging two swords, Edward the Black Prince said lightly, "Besides, Yu's most desired target...... It's you!"

The sword web woven by the Kiss of the Goddess of Victory and the Undefeated Will covered Tovel's entire body, and fortunately there was a Roman Light to block their attacks, otherwise Tovel would have to flee under this dense onslaught. Every time the kiss of the goddess of victory brushed his clothes, Thornville could feel some ominous aura from her sharp blade, and although he didn't know how Edward the Black Prince got his hands on the sword, his instincts told him that it was full of danger.

"Be careful. Trotwell said inwardly, then quietly gestured to Livien behind her. From the moment he and Edward the Black Prince drew their swords against each other, Livien silently stood guard behind him, blocking all possible offensive routes for Pinkie. She is a pure-blooded werewolf girl, and her combat power is naturally much higher than that of Edward, the Black Prince......

"Dear Tovel, Yu really admires you, as long as you are willing to make submissions, Yu can even let you manage the whole of France......" Edward, the Black Prince, seduced while attacking, his blood pupils were full of deep longing, and the flame of desire burned in his heart, "Join Yu's command, and we will join forces to expel Rocaet!"

"You and Yu Ben are friends who have won the victory together, you must know that you are the only one who can be called a friend by Yu for two hundred years, and your territory should not stop at Bordeaux, how can this level of power and power be enough for the people who Yu favors to squander it wantonly!"

Under this furious attack, even the mountain peaks will have to retreat! Edward, the Black Prince, will use his strength to force the werewolves he admires to submit, if the other party does not do so...... Then there is only death.

Thorville took a sharp step back, the hard ground shattering easily beneath his feet. He stood straight in the midst of the storm of murderous intent, letting the waves blow away his blonde hair. The muscles of his whole body suddenly tensed, and there was a creaking sound between the bones, and his clothes had fitted perfectly, but now they were almost bursting with the swollen muscles.

At the same time, his height grew, like a little giant. Thick and sharp canine teeth pierced out of his mouth, and the lake-blue eyes turned into blood pupils, and the cold light flickered in them, so fierce that people did not dare to look directly. This is the phenomenon of wolfification, it is the innate skill of every werewolf, and the body of the wolf has infinite power, enough to crush everything it sees!

Such a talent is certainly not a free gift, and the growth of the flesh corresponds to a surging will to kill, which is like a forbidden poison that can plunge people into endless madness and fight to the death......

But that's for the blood slaves who are completely wolfed, and for the noble bloodline of Tovel, they have another killing technique, stage wolfing. The higher the level of the bloodline, the more levels of wolfification, and the more sober the corresponding consciousness, and the wolf-like werewolf who retains consciousness is the most terrifying existence!

Toville's wolfing stabilized, and except for his stature, he remained almost as he was before.

Stage wolfing, one. This is the state he is in at the moment, and judging from the physical state alone, he is already much stronger than just now. The Roman light in his right hand turned into a straight streamer and slashed towards the blade storm, and the two collided, and the huge hum instantly shattered all the lampshades in the tent!

Edward the Black Prince's seemingly invincible blade storm had apparently stalled, but this was just the beginning. The Roman Light swung out again with incredible precision in a piercing whistling, seemingly an ordinary slash, but it made the blade storm tremble instantly.

The third sword, the fourth sword...... The most basic practice of swordsmanship is to constantly slash at the same position of the stake in order to ensure the strength and accuracy of the slash, which is a technique that everyone who wields a sword, but not everyone uses it so terrifyingly. Streamers collided with the storm of blades, and Edward, the Black Prince's attacks became weaker and weaker.

When the light of Rome swung out the thirty-second streamer, the crumbling storm of blades could no longer support it, and the black prince Edward and the two swords in his hands were directly swept away by the great force of the light of Rome!

"Your Excellency!" looked at the body of Edward the Black Prince flying upside down, and Becky exclaimed, as soon as her body moved, Livien's blade rolled towards her.

"This is the battle of the superiors, and you cannot interfere. Livian said coldly.

"She's right, Becky, take it easy, Yu won't just get knocked out. Edward, the Black Prince, got up from the ground with his sword on his hand, and said with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. His right arm, which had been injured in the attack just now, was healing rapidly, so it wouldn't have much of an impact on his swinging of the sword.

"I didn't expect to knock you out on that alone!" Thovil stomped on the ground, his wolf-like body shot out, and the light of Rome swung out again, but this time it wasn't a basic flat slash.

In the face of Thowl's sudden increase in flesh, Edward the Black Prince only had time to defend with his sword, and then he was violently provoked by a huge force. His body was knocked into the air, and with nowhere to draw on his strength, Edward the Black Prince could only defend passively, looking rather embarrassed.

A series of impacts left several wounds on Edward, the Black Prince, but due to his own skill, these wounds did not penetrate deeply...... Finally, in the gap between Tovir's attack, Edward the Black Prince seized the opportunity to bounce back to the ground, and then instantly opened up the distance between the two.

"Yu still underestimates you, but you are more attractive this way. Edward the Black Prince said as he licked the corners of his bleeding mouth, expecting Tovir to be angry, but he didn't expect this werewolf to become so terrible after igniting his own bloodline.

"If that's all you want to say, then shut up. Torville said coldly, even the first level of wolfification made his voice sound like a low roar.

The good tone made Yu very unhappy. Edward, the Black Prince, said lightly, "But my dear viscount, have you forgotten what kind of environment you are in?"

"What?" said Tovel, confused.

The big black tent was suddenly torn open, losing the restraint of the rope, and the black tarpaulin slid down from all sides like flowing water. The dark blue night sky appeared in everyone's eyes, and along with it, thousands of pairs of blood pupils that shimmered red. Dense figures surrounded the big tent, and the overlapping murderous aura was intertwined, which was so thick that it made people's scalps tingle.

As for the fifty heavily armored cavalrymen, they were like a helpless turtle in this degree of encirclement, and the war horses under their crotches neighed uneasily, as if they felt this dangerous aura.

At least half of the blood-glittering vampires were armed with an English longbow, a powerful arrow that could easily pierce the armor of a cavalry at such a distance. Even if each arrow did not penetrate very deeply, in the face of such a huge number, it was impossible to easily recover from the accumulated wounds.

If those people released their arrows while others attacked, these fifty heavy armored cavalry might even be devoured in an instant!

"This is the biggest gift Yu has prepared for you, do you like it? Edward, the Black Prince, laughed presumptuously, and the night wind blew away his long black hair, making him look like a proud crow.

"You knew from the beginning that I was coming, that's why you laid it all in, and from the moment I stepped in here, I acted under your arrangement, right? "The reason why there are so few soldiers in the battalion is because you laid an ambush in advance, and at the same time to let me relax my vigilance. ”

Edward, the Black Prince, pulled out his sword from the ground and held it in his hand again, after such a long time, his body had recovered, he looked directly into Towell's blood-red eyes, and then slowly raised the kiss of the goddess of victory in his right hand: "What you said has a little truth, but it is still too naïve, Yu admits that he underestimated you, but you also underestimated Yu." In fact, from the moment Charles VI wrote to you, everything was in Yu's plan......"