20,000 against 6,000, but even in the face of such a desperate disparity in numbers, Julian was still full of confidence, as was the Count of Noamun, who believed that he would destroy Julian's army with a devastating force, and taught the young man a lesson about what war was.

Julian stood in front of the formation, rode on his horse and drew his sword, the knight raised his spear, the soldier raised his bow, and what had to be said was finished, and all that was left was the burning intent of war.

"The world will remember this battle because it was the beginning of my journey for Julian McCarvey. Julian pointed his sword at the enemy, and an eagle flew over the Chris Mountains, slid towards the Dawn Plains, flew over Julian's main formation, and flew towards the main formation of the Count of Noamon with a howl.

"Whatever my sword points at, all are my enemies!"

"Charge!"

With a thunderous hiss of midnight raising his forehooves, Julian gave a succinct and powerful command.

Then the originally silent and solemn army, like a tiger awakened from a dream, let out an angry battle cry, and rushed towards the enemy line with Julian, and the whole earth trembled.

Seeing Julian's army rushing towards the main formation, rolling up the dust, Noamon drew his long sword and pointed at Julian who was rushing towards the main formation, "Whoever can capture Count Karazan alive will inherit the territory and title of Baron Dontyne." Rush!"

Noamon threw out a huge cake with not only candied fruit but also feathers, but even knowing that the cake was coated with poison, everyone flocked to it and sacrificed their lives.

On the orders of Noamun, the nobles led their own soldiers and rushed towards Julian.

A deafening roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the rising loess obscured the blue sky, and the earth trembled, like the hearts of greedy people pulsating.

Midnight is a galloping horse, its speed is as fast as the wind, I don't know when Julian left the others far behind, followed by the knight of Edgar is anxious, if this is how Julian fell into the enemy's line, then what should he do!

But in fact, at this time, Yurian's heart was not comfortable, everyone only saw his majestic side, but did not understand the sorrow in his heart, although he was the first to charge, but he just wanted to be the first to charge, it does not mean that the first to charge will be the first to fight, his initial idea is that he will be the first to charge, and then Edgar and his personal guards followed, united around him, and rushed into the enemy formation with him, so that it is not only decent but also safe, but who would have thought that midnight on the battlefield for the first time would be so excited, and he would be far behind the others, but at this time he could not turn aroundOtherwise, wouldn't the superb performances that I had done my best and painstaking efforts before become a joke?

Knowing that he wouldn't ride this idiot out in the first place, Julian scolded inwardly.

As if reading Julian's thoughts, the proud midnight not only did not slow down, but grew faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the enemy line, and Julian could already see the slightly blurred cheeks of the enemy.

Julian discarded all useless worries and decided to give it a go. If I die here, I'm just that. Julian had already made up his mind, he glared at Count Noamun, who was standing behind him on horseback, commanding his soldiers to die, Julian was furious, and it should be you who should be afraid.

"Ahh

There was also a knight in the camp of Count Noamon who led the charge towards Julian, who aspired to become a true territorial nobleman, and he was the first to charge towards Julian with a spear in hand.

This knight has been trained rigorously since he was a child, becoming a knight's squire at the age of nine, officially becoming a knight at the age of eighteen, and is nearly thirty years old this year, but he still carries out rigorous and arduous training every day, perfecting his martial arts, he thinks that he is different from the high Yurian, he has rolled through the trenches, surrounded the bandits, is a man who has fought against death. In his eyes, Julian is just a willful, unaware young master of a great aristocratic family, and in terms of martial arts alone, he cannot be compared to him.

The people came closer and closer, even close enough to see the sweat dripping from each other's cheeks, the eyes of the two inadvertently met, their eyes widened angrily, Julian longed for this land, the knight longed for fame and wealth, the eyes of the two were full of longing and longing for the future, greedy eyes were always so similar, and the only thing left was whoever was more determined to win this victory.

The knight's spear was the first to stab Julian, but to the knight's surprise, Julian did not have the slightest intention of dodging, and the knight quickly put away his gun, because his goal was to become Baron Dontyne, not a prisoner, because even if he killed Julian for the Earl of Noamon here and brought him victory, but in the end, he would be escorted by Noamon to the city of Angry Waves and sent to the court of Angry Waves, in front of Duke McCarvey, he would eventually die without a place to be buried, and at that time I am afraid that the knighthood inherited by the family will also be stripped away.

The knight had his own scruples, but Julian did not, he took advantage of the other party's scruples and deliberately did not dodge, in fact, he proved that he was right, taking advantage of the gap exposed by the knight's gun, Julian slashed his sword on the knight's neck, and bright red blood spurted out of the knight's neck, staining the grassland red, splashing on Julian's face.

The knight glared angrily, and went to hell with endless anger and remorse, and he lost, not in his skills, but in his family. The title he longed for and longed for broke him.

After killing the first knight, Julian stopped his horse, glared at the oncoming enemy, and shouted:

"I am Julian McCarvey, Earl of Karazhan, first in line to the throne of the House of McCarvey, the future rightful ruler of the South, who thinks he can take my life, come! I am here! Don't let the greed and cowardice that mock you be laughed at. ”

Julian raised his blood-stained sword and stood in the center of the battlefield with the corpse of the knight at his feet, solemnly declaring his identity and scornfully mocking his enemies.

Greedy and cowardly, the hungry wolves slowly lowered their steps and threw themselves at Julian in a huddle, but Julian was unmoved, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a contemptuous mockery.

Julian's shadow was reflected in the enemy's sword, and they raised it high in the air, intending to cut Julian off his horse, but just as their spears were about to touch Julian's body, they were pierced by spears, stabbed into the air, and fell to the ground, Julian spread his hands, and behind him were his loyal soldiers, who crossed Julian and cut off the heads of any enemy who dared to approach Julian.

Blood was sprinkled all over this beautiful grassland, and the scarlet blood was seductive, like Julian's favorite red wine, and some people say that Julian drank the blood of the Holy Son.