As the black line in the wilderness became thicker and darker, the long, deep sound of the horn came from the front of the hill, and the sound felt as if it was from another world, but everything in front of it was so real.

The people on the hill were silent, and the days of fleeing and the overwhelming heat wave had put everyone's spirits in a state of high tension. Aaron even vaguely saw old Gibson and Mr. Hakim gulping on their own mouths of strong wine in the tavern.

Turning his head, Allen's gaze fell on little Gibson, a man who had been following him closely, a man who was growing. His long sword had broken in the battle the day before, and now he was clutching a sharpened wooden spear in his hand, and his mud-stained hands were trembling slightly.

Aaron reached out and patted Gibson on the shoulder, and said indifferently: "My dear brother, don't be afraid, the light of the Lord has been shining on us, and the Empire!"

Aaron's sword eyes looked down ahead, and under the blue eagle flag, a horse stood proudly, it was none other than his former boss Brooks.

"Damn liars!"

"Coward!"

"Shameless traitor!"

When Brooks appeared under the Slovenian eagle flag, a curse rang out from the hill. Brooks was joined by several other traitors from the Aragon Empire. Among them were the Osbian rebels, as well as the senior generals of the Oak Legion. The troops they led were almost all Aragon people, which had to be said to be a great irony for the Aragon Empire, which was pretentious with its loyalty, courage, and toughness.

"Brooks, those deserters on the hill ahead should be from your brigade, right?" quipped a knight in silver-gray chain mail and a Gallic helmet.

"Well, it should be, sir!" replied Brooks with a blank face. It was a last resort to betray. Even now, when he was promoted to deputy commander of the rebels by Count Hughes of Slovenia, he was constantly suffering from the conscience condemnation and humiliation of his shameless and cowardly behavior in his heart.

It seems to be entrusted with a heavy task, but in fact, it is to put the traitors of his own empire in front of him to meet the fiercest and furious anger of the Aragon Empire. The only end is that there is no place to die, and the final fate of himself, or this group of cowards who have become traitors like himself, is doomed.

The supreme commander of the rebels, Valejo, the former deputy commander of the Oak Legion, was in high spirits. Vallejo, who was already on the verge of collapse due to years of war, had long had plans to defect. Under the internal and external troubles, even in Aquitania Province, one of the important granaries of the empire, the collection of money, grain, taxes and other taxes has obviously decreased a lot compared with previous years. As for the situation in the other provinces of the empire, it is even more dwarfed.

On the contrary, since the new king ascended the throne, the national power of the Slovenian Empire has steadily increased, and in recent years, the diplomatic relations with the Modo Kingdom have become closer, and the Aragon Empire, which is in internal and external troubles, and Slovenia, which is on the uphill slope, have formed two completely different atmospheres.

As long as he grabs enough land for the new master this time, with his level of golden warrior, hehe, it is enough for him to be knighted over there. That's where Valejo's spirit comes from.

After taunting Brooks, Vallejo raised his sword and galloped, thousands of horsemen following him. The geese rode as if from the darkness of the abyss, swept towards the target on the hill ahead with a sound of defiance of all things.

The earth retreated like a tide under the frantic knock of the horses' hooves, and there was only the roar of a thousand angry horses striking the earth in heaven and earth. No, only Valejo's endless desires were left in heaven and earth, and the crimson ** burned in his chest, and even his eyes seemed to be burning.

"Kill!"

Vallejo let out a loud shout, his heavy sword mercilessly slashed down in the face of his former compatriots.

"Drink—"

In the face of the weak, these traitors of the empire did not have the slightest sense of shame, they responded to the commander's order with a bang, the sound was like thunder, and countless iron hooves stirred up the yellow sand in the sky, like a rolling torrent that quickly swallowed everything that stood in front of them.

"Ah...... Lun... Len, are we going to die?" the increasingly irresistible sense of oppression made Gibson's strength erected for days disappear in an instant under this unparalleled prestige.

"Maybe, but, not now—quick, everybody, run with me. "Aaron knew that even if he occupied the geographical advantage, he would not be able to fight against these warriors who were several levels higher than him, not to mention that the number of opponents was dozens of times higher than his own.

Behind the hill is a small wilderness, and a little further beyond is the Acura Mountains, the largest mountain range on the Acura Plain. Only by escaping to the mountains, with the help of the rugged terrain and dense forests, may have a chance to escape the pursuit of these people.

Actually, Aaron, they still think too highly of themselves now. Yes, the rebels are trying to kill them now, but only easily. Their main aim was to capture as much land as possible before the arrival of the Imperial army. In the future, as long as the Slovenian black magicians and strong cities are defended, I believe it will not be too difficult.

Of course, if you want to be an ant like Aaron, who occasionally appears on their way, they won't mind trampling to death.

When the rebels' swords were raised above the top, the cold glow cast the heat overshadowed, and the blue and cloudless sky darkened, the ranks of the Aragonian began to stir. After Aaron's shout, the crowd had begun to retreat, and then ran wildly.

The sparse trees and scattered boulders on the hill don't act as a barrier for the defenders, but they do slow down the enemy a little. Aaron frantically shook his arms and spread his feet, almost scolding his parents for giving birth to a few fewer legs.

However, two legs can never outrun four legs. As Aaron and the others ran down the hill into the wilderness and ran towards their target four or five hundred meters ahead, the figure of the betrayer appeared behind the fleeing crowd. The only thing to be thankful for is that although Aaron's explosiveness is not very good, his stamina is clearly the best among the refugees. After a wild run down the mountain and on the flat ground in the wilderness, Aaron, who was originally at the back, now ran to the front of the group, and was nearly fifty meters away from the second person.

As for the chubby Gibson, although the brutal military training some time ago made him lose more than a dozen pounds quickly, he is obviously still a lot fatter than Allen's Alexander-like figure.

Aaron knew he couldn't turn the battle around, no, the carnage. He was well aware of Gibson's fall, but there was nothing he could do about it. Yes, he was very righteous indeed, and even if Gibson was beating up a dozen of Salz's ruffians, he would pounce on them single-handedly without hesitation. But, that was only before. The ones behind him are not Salz's ruffians, but cold-blooded knights wielding cold blades, bastards willing to betray the Empire and the Lord of the Great War.

Righteous anger is now drifting away for Aaron, who has experienced deception, cruelty, blood, and death in a short period of time. The high-ranking magnates, even the high-ranking warriors and powerful mages, turned their hands into clouds and rain, and almost as long as they wanted to kill, strings of heads would be thrown into the air with blood. All of this shows that in troubled times, the strong are respected. If you want to be strong, you must do whatever it takes, even to destroy human nature.

Brothers, relatives, benefactors, so what? If you can't save your own life, how can you avenge those you love?

I must be the strongest!

Suddenly, Aaron felt the depths of his soul as if a voice was so cold that he couldn't feel the cool summer at all that he responded: "Okay, good, good, good, the soul of the Stuart family is finally about to awaken!"

The voice seemed to be beside him, but it seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

"Y-who are you?" asked the frightened Alun as he fled for his life, but his speed did not drop at all.

It's just that the voice disappeared without a trace as if it had never appeared, and I never remembered it again.

"Damn, I must have been so panicked that I was having auditory hallucinations. No, it can't be like this, I have to concentrate. Acura Mountains, ah, still a hundred and ten meters-" Aaron concentrated, and the screams that sounded from time to time behind him were forcibly left behind him, and he rushed forward desperately.

Those betrayers rushed into the flock of sheep in the face of these heartless, exhausted deserters, and plunged headlong into the fleeing crowd with ferocity and mercilessly, the sharp blades of their swords slicing through the bodies of the fugitives like straw, and the bloody slaughter began!

As the screams behind Arun faded away, Aaron got closer and closer to the Acura Mountains.

100 meters - 70 meters - 60 meters -

The distance was rapidly closing as he ran with all his might, but the terrifying and desperate iron hooves behind his head were getting louder and louder.

"There's only one little guy left who is dying, Cannes, and I'll leave it to you, hehe!" Brooks smiled at a menacing man next to him, with a long scar slashing from his forehead to his neck.

"Leave it to me, sir, I'll let that imp enjoy it before I go find ......" Scar Knight originally wanted to say the words Lord of War, but suddenly remembered that he had betrayed the powerful god and joined the Fallen Camp, and immediately shut up. He didn't want to blaspheme again for the sake of a nameless imp. After all, decades of nurturing teachings are not a simple betrayal that will make him ignore the existence of the gods.