At this moment of defeat, Ferdinand saw the diary as if he saw hope to turn the tide. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He rushed over with a rolling belt, picked up the tough log, and rolled his head down wildly, muttering in horror in his mouth: "Monitor, Watcher, you will be able to save me, Watcher......"

Then he flipped to the latest page and saw that the Watcher's handwriting was fading:

"It's business as usual.

Three cavalry divisions and two artillery brigades had already maneuvered overnight to set up an ambush on Mount Kalundborg, and the golden escort troops entered the ambush circle.

The priest joins the dragoon ambush. The army headquarters went to the palace, and there were only forty-six dragoons around them.

More than 20 silver knights tried to rescue the emperor, paying attention to defense.

All good.

Otto kills the Berserker. But you still have the numerical advantage and command well.

You win, Ferdinand. Don't forget my credit.

Note that a cavalry is approaching the palace. The number of people is more than a hundred.

Ferdinand, do you see it? There's a cavalry approaching!

Watch out for Ferdinand, Cult of Philia! Here comes Faith Phyllia! Ferdinand! You've overdone it! Watch out for Cult of Fillia!

Ferdinand, goodbye. ”

Ferdinand closed the journal in despair, and looked around blankly, his ears filled with sonorous blows and weak screams, filled with exuberant cries and shrill screams. This beastly and naked war is the bitter fruit of his own brewing.

He had thought that the people of this world would be at his mercy. Unexpectedly, the chess pieces in his layout would also breed a sense of resistance, and it would also give him a taste of defeat.

What is the use of losing power and armies, even if he is immortal? Frederick was right, as long as he is deprived of his social status, man is inferior to a dog.

Ferdinand was disillusioned and elegant. This time, he didn't show weakness;

Frederick's victory was soon sealed. Even if the victory or defeat is revealed, the annihilation battle will last for most of the day, and the dragoons are used to this kind of thing.

But Frederick was as anxious as a mad dog, and he charged alone desperately, the arc of his sword crushing over like a wheel, and he ran over without stopping for a moment, eager to immediately fight with the second squadron. Lancelot and Otto followed in fright, transforming the classical phalanx into a tapered depth formation, like a sharp knife piercing into the enemy line.

The fierce offensive led by Frederick exacerbated the collapse of the Dreadnought Knights. When Frederick was covered in blood, he finally saw the bright red dragoon armor behind the cracks.

Lancelot turned around and shouted: "We can converge! Everyone will join forces as one, go and join the main force, victory is at hand!"

The whole army responded with a roar and unstoppably broke Ferdinand's position like a tsunami crashing on the shore.

Frederick was anxious to search among the dragoons, and suddenly saw the red dress flickering in his vision, and then he saw Filia twist on the spot in order to avoid the piercing short sword, and the red dress flew into a circle, and then she shook her red hair in a dashing manner, grabbed the opponent's wrist, stepped on the enemy's knee, and skillfully slit the man's throat as the opponent fell to his knees.

Frederick saw that she was concentrating on the battle, and couldn't help but run over and pat her on the shoulder, and before she could say a fanatical "You're okay", she was pinched by Filia's wrist, and her joint technique was used to restrain his elbow, and then Filia's bee waist twisted, turned back like a ballet, and slammed the hilt of her sword into Frederick's face with a backhand.

Frederick raised his sword to block the cross jaw of the Wind King's sword, endured the pain of being restrained by the joint technique, and asked softly, "What do you want to do?"

Filia let go of him with an "ah", lowered her sword, looked around on tiptoe, and saw that the ground was full of friendly soldiers shouting and attacking, so she relaxed her tense nerves and patted him with a thin sneer: "Sneaking up on people from behind, it's either an enemy or a pervert." Cut you. ”

Frederick longed to compete with her, for only a joust could keep him staring at Filia for ten minutes straight, and he was not afraid of gossip. He frowned and blamed Filia: "Why are you so reckless!

Filia raised her chin heartlessly, and her gaze drifted to the sky without care: "Then give you a chance to save me." ”

"I was scared to death by you. Frederick was angry and scolded with a straight face.

Filia was scolded so fluttering that she couldn't hold back her smile, and her pink dimples floated out again, because she couldn't restrain her heart's contentment, so she moved naughtily, and walked around him in a circle with strange dance steps, while curling a strand of hair to shave her face: "What are you afraid of, I am not even afraid of the seven-year war, am I still afraid of this kind of petty fight?" I condescendingly observed the situation, and habitually rushed to the war zone where I needed it most. ”

Her heart itched like a fish's kiss, and she suddenly looked back at Frederick: "Are you afraid that I will die?"

Frederick frowned, brushed the hair off her shoulders, and earnestly demanded, "Don't be too far away from me, and you will be the same." I'll answer you. He didn't answer directly, but he swore in his heart that he must protect this girl, so he begged her not to run too far, in that case, even if he was caught in a sea of swords and fires, he would have time to rush over to rescue her.

Today, Filia went deep alone, so anxious that Frederick's liver and intestines were broken, and when he fought hard to meet him, he was unstoppable and frightened, and his heart seemed to be dragged to the root of the big blood vessels, and any bad news could tear off all the blood vessels.

Seeing that he was pleading, Filia was honest, bowed her head with her hands behind her back, stared at the boot kicking the floor, and shyly said "um". She felt the atmosphere grow thicker, and wondered if he would be bolder. Because of this anticipatory crankiness, she was embarrassed to look up.

A tsunami of charging is not a good place to kiss, otherwise Frederick would not be able to restrain himself.

He suddenly hugged Filia hard, the delicate skirt clinging to his arm, and the scent of hair rushed to his nose. He had a lot of words in his throat, "You must not have anything to do", "I love you", "Don't part in the future", "I want to guard you and not allow others to bully" These words were piled up in his throat like a traffic accident, and he couldn't say it, he hugged Filia's body softly, and the girl's hands touched his back, and he came out with a sentence: "Your hair is so fragrant." ”

"Your hair," Filia bit her lip and thought for a moment, finding that she couldn't be romantic at all, "You haven't washed your hair in a few days?"

Frederick suddenly felt the sky fall, racking his brains for an answer.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the sky, and the wounded Dracula gritted his teeth grabbed Elena and flapped his wings into the air, staggering to the height of a four-story building. Elena screamed in mid-air, her skirt fluttering in the wind like a fluttering candle flame. (To be continued.) )