While the five tribes of that one were fighting each other in the muddy depression, the Fakuda were slowly gathering outside their chief's tent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info They have heard the news from outside and know that their compatriots are fighting right under their noses. As we mentioned earlier, it is undoubtedly the greatest torture and humiliation for the Navi people to watch the battle go on and not let them participate.

Drew sat silently in his tent, wiping his tomahawk, but his wife could tell he was clearly absent-minded. The noise outside, which was being suppressed by the effort, could be heard by anyone who was not deaf. Drul knew his people were waiting for his decision, but he needed to think it through.

I have to admit that Gronshard has made obvious progress in his eloquence. Could it be a long-term relationship with Lisedar? Hehe, I really didn't expect that there would be a time when I was accused by this man who is recognized as the most non-verbal man in Quannawei. But...... Perhaps, as he said, am I at an age where I have lost my ambition? No, it shouldn't be like this, I just want to protect my people. Drew gave himself a suitable excuse and continued to wipe in vain with his head down.

"What the hell is the patriarch thinking? No matter which side you want to help, you should have a decision, right? ”

"It's not a good feeling to watch others fight there and have nothing to do."

Drul's wife stood by the curtain of the tent, and she could clearly hear the people outside.

"My dear, I think Gronchar has a point, and I think Romeddal is on the right side. After all, because of his decision, so many fighters can still come back to take care of their women and children, right? ”

"Don't say it, women know something!!" Drew stood up with a thud.

The woman shrank to the side in fear, although Drew was not usually rude to his wife, but he was definitely not the kind of gentle husband. However, Drew is not a person who appreciates punching and kicking women, and he is not interested in his wife's situation for the time being.

"The patriarch has come out......"

"Ladies and gentlemen, when is it, now is not the time to relax. We're about to go, so let's do whatever we have to do. We leave before noon!! ”

"But ......"

"It's nothing good to do, mind your own business."

"Yes, Patriarch."

Is this really good, Drul? Maybe, I don't know, I just don't want my people to take unnecessary risks.

On the other hand, the battle in the depression has gradually entered a state of white heat. Mithrajie's Orm was looking around for his patriarch, as he was not in sight, nor was he on the side of the experienced warriors of the clan. As a result, Olm gradually found a place where there was a higher concentration of young fighters.

"Lord Lisedar!!" Olm saw their patriarch.

"Oh, it's Olm, come and help me." Lisedal responded.

At this time, neither of them realized that the shouting between them was in great danger to them. At this time, Agliotto's Faliru was only 3 or 4 fats away from Lisedar. Originally, he was blocked by the crowd in front of him, but at this moment, he could clearly judge the position of Lisedar through the other party's voice. Falirlu has a wolf-like sensibility when it comes to combat, which is why he is in his current position.

Olm found his patriarch, and naturally put his heart down. However, just as he was about to squeeze to Risedar's side, he felt an icy chill. It was out of some kind of warrior's instinct that Olm shouted, "Chief, be careful!!" ”

When Lisedar heard this, he immediately turned his head to look directly ahead of him, and he clearly saw in the crowd that the patriarch of Arioto was rushing towards him with his arms rounded. Lisedar seemed to be able to see the smile on the corner of his face, and just as he hesitated, Faliru's arm swung back quickly.

"Patriarch!!"

Before he could react, he was thrown to the ground by a huge force, followed by a terrible scream. Lisedar looked up at the sky, and the scattered drops of blood were coming towards his face, and he immediately felt a burst of heat in the cold early spring of Navi.

Lisedar heard a "plop" and he looked for a voice. A large artery in the neck was severed, or the neck was cut in half, splattered with blood, fell to its knees on the ground, and then threw itself forward. There was no doubt that the blood that had been splashed on his face had come from that man.

"Om! Om! "Lisedal was almost hysterical.

"Lord Lisedar, I'm here." A somewhat limp voice answered him.

Only then did Navi's brains realize that Olm was lying there with a muddy face. He breathed a sigh of relief at this, Olm was his most important subordinate, and he definitely didn't want the other party to die here.

"Cut, a little crooked." Seeing that the other party had escaped, Faliru muttered to himself when he caught the axe that was spinning back.

"Now is not the time to rejoice in the rest of your life, Fariru has attacked, so you should say hello." Risedar didn't care, his handsome face and blonde hair stained with a mixture of blood and mud.

"Mitrajie's boy, don't be too complacent." Faliru exclaimed.

"Hehe, I'll let you know that my father taught me more than just how to make my brain more flexible!" Lisedar replied without showing any weakness.

"Then let me try it." Falluru thrust his throwing axe back into his waist and raised his primary weapon and charged towards the "Brain Tank of Navi". "The average little role will be obediently put aside for me!!" Falillu shouted as he swung his axe lightly and swept away the weapons of several young warriors who wanted to stop him in his path.

Lisedar stood still, clutching his weapon, waiting for the attack. Five seconds later, Faliró was already in front of him. It seems that the novices still need to be honed, although they think so in their hearts, but they can't say that.

"You're coming too slowly." After Lisedar finished speaking, he greeted him with a low roar. The battle axes of the two patriarchs burst out of the air with brilliant sparks.

Faliaru, who is in an attacking position, is clearly trying to finish off his opponent in one go, but as things stand, it seems that he is underestimating Lisedar's wrist strength. This is also normal, Lisedar has always been known as the "wisdom of Navi", and everyone thinks too much of his mind, and ignores the fact that if he becomes the head of a clan in Navi, if he does not have considerable courage, I am afraid that it will attract a lot of suspicion in the clan in the first place.

"Looks like you're doing pretty good."

"I've always been humble when I'm complimented." Lisedar replied with a smile.

"But that's all." Faliru laughed too.

Faliru was quite confident in his own combat prowess, or no Navi patriarch would doubt his prowess, even when facing an opponent of Gronshar's rank. Now Faliru's estimate is not wrong, and Lisedar is indeed not his opponent. After more than twenty rounds, Falluru has managed to gain the upper hand, and after the next few attacks, he should be able to send "Navi's Brain" to Odin.

However, the variables on the battlefield are impossible to estimate, and just as Lisedar is revealing a fatal gap and Olm is entangled by other enemies, Faliru senses an attack from another direction.

"Little ghost, don't be too arrogant!" Faliru gave up on Lisedar and flicked his backhand axe off the flank attack.

"It's really hateful, I owe this little guy a favor now." Lisedar was able to escape the catastrophe.

That's right, it was Starr who shot at the critical moment just now, and although the boy stopped Faliru's killing move, he didn't get better. If he hadn't struggled to control his body, plus Resel helping him in the back, he might have been overturned.

"How?" Raysel asked.

"It's fine." Starr replied with a pretended lightheartedness. However, there is no mistake in the mouth of the tiger, warm and spicy.

"Is even the eldest prince of Romedal here? It looks like I don't have much of a chance of winning for the time being. Faliró was not a pure brute force, and he made a quick decision, resisting the axe and turning away.

"Hey! Wait a minute! ”

"Forget it, Starr." Lisedar stretched out his hand to stop the young man who was about to go up and chase after Faliru, "It seems that both the outside world and ourselves have made incorrect judgments about the minds of the Navi people. ”

"Then again, how did you two end up here?"

"Uh...... There are actually a lot of reasons for this...... "Starr snorted and stepped back.

At this moment, a loud horn swept over everyone's heads. The Navi people, who had already rolled into mud figures in the depression, invariably turned their attention to the direction from which the sound came for a moment. Not disappointing them, and with a banner embroidered with Thor's Cone fluttering on a dirt slope to the east, Fakuda finally decided to join the war. So, the next thing everyone naturally cares about is which side Drew wants to help.

"Navi compatriots," Drul said, standing under his banner, "I didn't want to have such an occasion, but if I don't show up today, it will continue to happen in the future." Facuda's blade should not have been directed at his compatriots, but I now understand how Romedal felt. So, warriors of Fakuda, in order to end this damn battle sooner, let's attack Arioto and Mehraphim!! ”

A deafening shout came from behind the dirt slope, like spring thunder at this time, and resounded throughout the depression.

Seeing such a change, the Romaidal side was absolutely overjoyed, and their opponents were probably going to jump on their feet in anger. Meraphim and Jaliotto, who were originally numerically superior, had to give up their only advantage to others after Fakuda joined the fray. The situation on the battlefield inevitably turned one-sided. In fact, it is impossible for Fakuda's reinforcements to bring Romodedalde an advantage in terms of troops, but it is just that "the siege is the bottom, and the attack is the top", and the other side has already carried a burden that cannot be broken off psychologically.

The formations of Mehraphim and Ariotto began to unconsciously retreat, especially Yaliotto, whose patriarch had already left the front line. Naturally, the warriors of the clan also began to retreat with their patriarch. It's very strange that Lisedar is clearly seeing this.

"What the hell is Falirul going to do?" Starr muttered to himself, and Raychel nodded to the side indicating that he was equally confused.

"Om." Lisedar summoned his henchmen.

"I'm here, Lord Lisedar."

"Pass my orders, and if the other party has the idea of disengaging from us, then let them go."

"I see."

Sure enough, it seems that under the onslaught of Fakuda, Jaliotto was defeated. As a result, only Meraphim remained on the battlefield. Having lost flank cover and being numerically outnumbered, they quickly fell into passivity. Although the Mehraps were second only to Otto in terms of population and strength, the situation was too unfavorable for them.

It is an impossible task to reverse the current disadvantage, unless Mehraphim receives new, powerful reinforcements, but where else can they be found in this vast wasteland? As illustrated in the general military textbooks, the rate of casualties of the Merafhim army increased dramatically after losing its flank allies.

"Patriarch, please retreat, we will all be wiped out if we continue like this."

"What, what nonsense are you talking about! Do you want me to abandon the honor of a warrior and flee like a lost dog? Hagensen roared violently.

"But...... But both Lord Faliru and Lord Ruhr had already retreated. A Mehrava fighter summoned up courage to report.

"Coward! All cowards! Odin will not take in your lowly souls in the future! You deserve to be a lonely ghost in the wasteland! Hagensen cursed.

"Let's go, patriarch, if we don't leave, we'll be surrounded."

"Let's go, let's get out of here."

In reality, the situation is not so bad, because the current Nawei army can be said to be a rabble, and even Lisedar cannot grasp the movements of the whole army. None of them had made the slightest effort to build the army's chain of command before that, so most of the main forces of Mithraja and Fakuda went after the Ariottos. With some of the men he could control, Lisedar barely outflanked Mehraphim's flank. Of course, if Mehraphim wants to do a death throes, Lisedar can also suppress it. As long as you put in the reserves that were brought up by the two imps of Reesel and Starr without permission, but unless it was a last resort, Navi's brains didn't want to let the teenagers take the risk.

Now that the patriarch had begun to flee, it was only natural that Meraphim's men would no longer have the slightest spirit to deal with the other party's attack. Soon, those who were able to escape had already broken out of the battlefield, and those who could not have had to lie on the ground and wait for the enemy to decide their fate.

"No need to chase, let them go." Romedahl shouted to the people.

"Rejoice, we win, Odin has given us victory and honor, to Misharu; It was given to Mithrajie; Bestowed on Fakuda...... The same was given to Mebris. Romedal then announced in a loud voice.

Hearing this, Gronchar took the lead in cheering, and a thunderous cheer wafted over the depression. Lisedar thought for a moment on the side, and then called his men over and gave a few orders.

Romerdal is glad he won the battle, and just as a rich man still loves money, he won't be tempted to win too easily. But in the next few minutes, he heard voices that he didn't want to hear.

"Long live Odin! Long live the Valkyrie! Long live Navi! Long live Romedahl! ”

On April 23, 345 A.D., the Battle of the Depression ended in two hours in the afternoon with the victory of the Romedal side. As for the total number of casualties on both sides, the exact number has been debated, as no one has seriously counted them. Later generations also differed considerably, with the lowest estimate being a mere 1,019 and the largest claiming that the Meraphim alone had lost 8,347. However, the number of troops invested in the battlefield by both sides reached more than 80,000, which was almost all the war forces of Nawei at that time, and even if it was placed anywhere on the mainland, it could be regarded as a big war.

Hagensen was alone in the forest, he and his men were separated as they fled, and some of Fakuda's scattered men were still chasing after them. As far as the current situation is concerned, the patriarch of Mehraphim can be said to be extremely embarrassed.

"Ahh A male voice suddenly rang out.

Hagensen tightened his grip on his weapon alertly, and when he came to his senses, he realized that it was Ruhl who was standing in front of him. So, I relaxed my tense nerves. Of course, Hagensen couldn't be happy at the moment.

"You don't seem qualified to talk about the wind at this time, do you?" Hagensen was still angry that his ally had left him to run away.

"Alright, alright, Hagensen, people who are always thinking about these things will not achieve great things." Ruhl walked over.

Hagensen snorted coldly, clearly disagreeing with his words. However, he also knew that this was not the time to argue with Ruhl about who was right and who was wrong in the battle that had just ended, so he had to answer the other party silently.

"Dear Hagensen, don't do that, with all my meager strength, do you still expect to rely on it to turn the tide of the situation? Why don't you think about Ariotto, Falirus is the one who really turned his back on you. How can it be reasonable for you to accuse me of being an insignificant person here? Ruhl put his hand on his shoulder.

Hagensen thought about it and felt that what the other party said made sense, so his face softened.

"You're not unreasonable, but we're at this point, and it's too late to say anything."

"No, we still have a chance, you should understand that the other side is nothing more than because of Romedale, so they can unite Otto, Fakuda, Misharu and Mitrajie."

"What do you mean?" Hagensen looked at Ruhl suspiciously.

"If Romerdal disappears, who do you think will be able to suppress the other patriarchs at the same time?"

"You're saying we're going to assassinate Romerdal?" Hagensen naturally understood such a hint, but then he smiled bitterly, "Where do we have such an opportunity now?" If you've done this before, you'd have a lot of good times. ”

"So, in order to be able to do this, I need to borrow something from you." Ruhl said, taking several steps back.

"What's that?"

"Your necklace is headed."

"What did you say!?" Hagensen swung his axe and lunged at Ruhl.

"Simone!" Ruhl shouted as he dodged backwards.

Hearing only a "whoosh", Hagensen let out a scream, and an arrow pierced his right calf. However, the injury did not affect a Navi warrior for a while, and Hagensen cursed under a low breath to stand up.

"Simone, what are you waiting for!" Ruhl shouted.

Another arrow pierced Hagensen's other calf, and the Mahrava patriarch fell to his knees weakly.

"You bitch! The gods will punish you. Hagensen wailed as he cursed Ruhl.

"Simone!!" Ruhl shouted a third time.

The third arrow pierced Hagensen's right arm, where he was holding the weapon, and he was bleeding profusely and had almost lost the ability to resist.

"I'm really sorry, my little sister is so nervous and makes you suffer so much." That's when Ruhl stepped in.

"You bitch-raised ......"

"I'll free you now, but which god's palace do you say you can go to?" Ruhl said, raising his axe and slashing it down with a sharp swing...... Hagensen's arterial blood soon stained half of Ruhl's face red.

Ruhl also ignored the fact that his face and clothes were stained with blood, turned his head and said loudly: "Little sister, your methods are too unfavorable, and your family has suffered a lot." As he spoke, he lifted Hagensen's head and walked to the dirt slope on one side.

Simone finally showed her figure, she held the bow in her arms, and Ruhl noticed her red and swollen eyes.

"Don't be afraid, little sister, you didn't kill the person, didn't you refuse to send him on the road ruthlessly?" Ruhl said, literally stroking Simone's long hair like a brother, but at the same time, he smeared his hands full of blood on his sister's hair. "You're just an accomplice, not a mastermind."

"You're a madman!" Simone let the other party move, and finally spit out a sentence coldly.

"You're a smart little girl, but a normal person like you can only dance with a crazy person like me." With that, Ruhl laughed a little nervously. Laughter echoed through the dark forest, and then a dull thud came from the sky, interrupting the maniacal laughter.