Life is always full of all kinds of accidents, and there will be all kinds of surprises.

Philip grew up in the top aristocratic circles of the imperial capital of Saint-Solan.

Twenty-two years of reading and seeing have made him understand that in that circle of laughter, fragrant wine, and bewitching beauty, every day should be played out more bloody and savage than the death gladiatorial fight in the gladiatorial arena.

As long as you tear off the elegant and polite smiling masks of the nobles and lift their gorgeous costumes, all you can see is a hideous face and a bloody knife.

In addition, the family itself is the top nobles of the empire who control the Momiji Knights, and they are at the core of the whirlpool of right and wrong, so Philip knows everything about the open and secret wars that broke out between the nobles.

In these wars, there are some classic examples.

Conspiracy, deceit, discord, violence, ,—— all the qiē that people can think of, are all in a seemingly casual layout, in a gorgeous or unpretentious performance, and finally dissolve the cold light of a sword to seal the throat.

Those who play that game are a bunch of old foxes.

A nobleman of Philip's age doesn't even have the qualifications to get involved.

If you don't want to be a pawn that the other party can use or a knife that stabs at your own people, the best thing to do is to keep silent about the qiē in front of you.

At the same time, the more classic the example, the more time and effort it takes to design. No matter how cunning the old fox is, it also needs time to think and judge.

Philip had never seen anyone who could lay a strap-turning trap in the blink of an eye.

I never thought that I would be so surprised when I encountered this trap!

Until now!

"Kill!"

A few rookie students on the hill rushed down the hillside and killed the waist of the Firete queue. Before the two horsemen on the left periphery of the cavalry could stand up, their necks were slitted by a cold-faced cadet and another tall cadet with their heads, splattering blood.

The other three female cadets and one short cadet worked in pairs to find only the low-level knights and their horses who had been dizzy.

One of them is attacking from the front, and the other is sneaking up from behind. Killing people aside, as long as you pass by and see which war horse can stand up, it is a sword stabbing over.

This way of fighting is obviously a premeditated stab from the back of the waist, and it is definitely not a temporary idea!

Moreover, their combat effectiveness is far greater than imagined!

What terrified the Philes even more was the magician's magic.

Earth-based magic spring sprouts are a high-impact, wide-area and lethal spell. Although the magic power requirement of this spell is only 3,000 magic codes, because its elemental array is extremely complex, even if the magic power of a high-level Langxing mage reaches the release level, it will be limited by perception and cannot be used.

Therefore, Spring Bamboo Shoot Fury has always been regarded as the main battle spell that can only be used by earth-based dragon moon magicians.

And now, this transformation magic is at the feet of the Philaetes.

As the yellow light that smashed on the ground spread out like a beautiful carpet of radiant beauty, a sharp stalagmite emerged from the dirt, sharp points, and then flew out, piercing the horse's belly or human body like lightning, and then flying into the sky with blood.

And when a blood-stained stalagmite disappeared into the void, the horse blood and human blood that had lost its attachment to the main body turned into countless blood rains and sprinkled down, and were once again brought up by the stalagmites that came out one after another.

Cycle!

"Turn! Charge!"

The blood suddenly boiled with the scene in front of him.

Philip roared, and after galloping forward for a short distance, Lynk & Co turned around, took off his rifle, and led a group of men who were screaming with excitement to form a shield charge and charge back quickly.

"A bunch of cunning boys!" said a brave knight galloping beside Philip, flattening his spear, his body rising and falling with the gallop of the warhorse, laughing.

"These guys, even we have been deceived!" said another brave knight, his face flushed with excitement as he charged.

"Well done

"Good boy!"

The Momiji knights shouted wildly one by one. The iron hooves rolled, and the sound was like thunder.

Philip, galloping on his horse, looked at the chaotic enemy in front of him: watched the fast horses beside him speed up and gallop side by side with him: watched the shining cavalry spears fluttering with red leaf flags fall neatly, turning into a row of guns straight ahead. An electric sensation swept through the whole body in an instant.

"Kill!"

When the spear rushed into the enemy formation, all the Momiji knights burst out of their chests with that roar that had been held all the way! Riding a spear and stabbing it!, poof! A brave knight of Momiji picked a Feilie knight off his horse with a spear, and then pumped his backhand, and with the head of the spear condensed with the battle ring, he flew away the long sword of another Feilie knight standing on the ground, and then spun it around his head, leaned over and shook his hand, and a shot stabbed out, piercing his neck.

A red leaf knight slammed his horse into a snow wolf knight. At the moment of knocking it into the air, he jumped to his feet, stepped on the horse's back and pounced, and pierced the lower abdomen of the snow wolf knight who flew upside down. Pin it hard to the ground. He then drew his sword and slashed off half of his enemy's head with a backhand slash.

The impact and attack power possessed by each of the Momiji Knights in the high-speed rush are fatal to the Ferrets in the chaos.

The moment they entered the enemy formation, the row of cavalry spears that rushed forward at high speed was like a scythe wielded by death in the void, and suddenly bloomed into bright red blood flowers!

And at the same time, Philip also rushed at his enemies.

"Die!"

In the face of Philip's cavalry, the just knight of Philip, who had lost his wolf, shouted with red eyes, jumped high, and slashed down with the great axe in his hand like a huge iron tower.

This knight is also a three-star impartial knight and has extremely strong combat effectiveness.

In the previous battle, riding a giant wolf, he used a giant axe the size of a millstone in his hand to go on a rampage and kill several knights of the red leaves. At this moment, he was in a hurry, and he actually gave up the mount that was crawling on the ground, regardless of the wide opening of the middle door, and as soon as he shot, he was a life-threatening style of play.

The giant axe with the glow of a flaming red battle ring slashed down.

"Thirteen Shots of Ice Mang!" The galloping war horse, with a sudden contraction of pupils, and the cold light of the riding spear in his hand, wrapped in a deafening roar, met it like lightning.

Knight Philip is desperate, while Philip has no time to think and dodge.

The life and death of both sides only depends on this moment of competition!

The flaming tomahawk was so powerful that it seemed to be overwhelmed by Mount Tai. The riding spear shook out thirteen spear flowers as white as ice and snow, as fast as lightning.

One hot and one cold, one heavy and one fast, collided together in an instant.

Poof! Philip only felt that his riding spear had suddenly pierced through the opponent's body, and the tomahawk that the opponent had slashed down suddenly slowed down a little as it fell, and fell behind him.

Philip habitually shook the rifle to make it fly forward, and at the same time turned sideways past the opponent's body, and when he grabbed the rifle case with his backhand, he subconsciously turned back.

In front of him, the Ferray Knight, who had landed on the ground, staggered around with a bloody hole in his body, and looked at himself with angry eyes.

His axe had been cut deep into the ground dirt.

And on his hand, there is a green vine tied to him.

The vines are not thick, and they don't have very strong wooden thorns. But at the moment of staggering, this tentacle of fate only needs to simply stretch out from the void and tie up the hand he waved violently, so lightly.

It is already enough to decide life and death.

"Scepter!"

The Ferray Knight muttered unwillingly, spurting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground on his back.

This chapter is only over two thousand words, but it is very laborious. Thank you all for your support and for making me feel your power so truly. I'll do my best!