Katieani sat alone on the hill, staring blankly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was gently wiping the long sword in his hand with a dirty, blood-stained handkerchief, which was much cleaner than his handkerchief, but he still carefully wiped it back and forth. This handkerchief was arguably one of the few things he had in the world that he treasured, the only relic left to him by his dead wife, and Katieeni had always had a simple life, although he had been the head of Alfred's knighthood at an early age, but for many years he had been poor, and had not given his wife a single decent gift, until he died.

He carefully folded the handkerchief.

Remembering that whenever he came back alive from the battlefield, his wife would use this handkerchief to wipe the blood from his armor and sword, and Katieeni actually knew that she would take the trouble to repeat such things, just to remind him in this way that he wanted to live, to come back alive.

But he lived, but she died.

Katieani misses her a little.

He was born to be Alfred's knight, his father, grandfather, and even his grandfather's father were Alfred's subordinates, so he had no choice, no complaints, loyalty to Alfred, and it was a part of his life for a long time, and even if he needed to die for Alfred, he would not hesitate, let alone regret it-but, to put it that way, what about the woman who was always silent and unspeakable? Why should she live in fear for him? Every day and night when he went to the battlefield, was there any time when she could close her eyes and rest with peace of mind?

At that time, she must have been very helpless, right?

Well, now she closed her eyes forever and didn't have to worry about being scared anymore.

He was sorry, and if it was possible, he would spend his life with him.

But is it still possible?

Katieani withdrew the handkerchief and hid it against his chest.

The cold wind howled, and he stood up and looked into the Alpine valley beneath his feet, where he could already faintly hear the sound of horses' hooves.

Philip, his knightly lieutenant, arrives to inform him that the enemy is coming.

He nodded, and then walked with Philip to the slope behind the hill, where the 300 Knights of Alfred Purple Irises were already on standby, their uniform silver armor and bright red cloaks, hunting in the cold wind. Katieni mounted his horse and gave no other instructions, and the 300 knights he had chosen followed him up the hill, and at this time, the convoy with the banner of the blood wolf also appeared in their field of vision, and they waited quietly, and when the convoy appeared within the range of their charge, Katieoni lowered his mask and drew his bright sword.

He raised his sword.

"Glory!"

The 300 Purple Iris Knights drew their swords at the same time and roared in a low voice, "Glory!"

Katieani's longsword swung down.

The horses neighed.

The earth roared violently.

Because it was a condescending dive, the momentum of the Purple Iris Knights' charge was even more aggressive, the long convoy was obviously caught off guard, and this passage connecting the empire and the wasteland was not enough for the Blood Wolf Knights in front of the convoy to complete a quick turn, and the entire convoy was exposed to the shadow of the Purple Iris Knights, fortunately, the number of Purple Irises of 300 members was limited after all, and it was impossible to cover the entire convoy, and the direction of their focus on attack could only choose the head of the convoy, that is, the direction where the Blood Wolf Knights were located, it seemed that Katie Enni's goal was very clear, that is, the Blood Wolf Knights would be severely damaged on the first day they arrived in the wasteland。

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As soon as Earl Douglas arrived in the moor, he felt the strong malice of the moor.

As soon as the two knights came into contact with the war, the Purple Iris Knights, who were not superior in numbers, relied on the terrain to fan around the Blood Wolf Knights, and the latter although they had a numerical advantage, but the terrain of the canyon passage was limited, they could only resist the impact of the Purple Iris in the front row of knights, and under the first round of charge, at least 30 Blood Wolf Knights fell in a pool of blood in an instant, so the corpse limited the play of the Blood Wolf Knights in the rear, which was not at all like a strangulation war between the two knights on the ground, and the Blood Wolf Knights were obviously not suitable for this kind of insidious war, from the beginning, the Purple Iris firmly occupied the absolute initiative。

Earl Douglas's face was gloomy.

He had stepped out of his ornate carriage as the Knights on the hillside had charged, his stature was not tall, he could even be said to be short, and with his round belly, it was hard to believe that he was the Empire's greatest human trafficker, and the Empire's most bloodied executioner. Of course, he is not afraid of war, he has also waged countless wars, in the Empire, the Bourbon royal family has always been not very strict with the constraints of his servants, wars between lords and lords, just don't be too out of line, and can also give Bourbon a reasonable explanation afterwards, Bourbon allows war to exist to some extent.

But does this war still deserve to be called a war?

This is the most despicable and shameless sneak attack!

How could any knight choose such a method of warfare?

The wasteland, as expected, is raising a group of the most insidious evil villains.

Douglas's eyes were fierce, like a beast that chooses to devour people.

The battlefield was full of blood, and a young man walked from behind Douglas's carriage, it may be the excitement brought to him by the bloody scene in front of him, or it may be the sound of screaming and killing, the sound of the big sword collision is really terrifying, the young man's face is pale, and his steps seem to be vain when he walks, he walked to Earl Douglas's carriage with difficulty, and held the carriage, he gritted his teeth and said: "It must be that slut Illya who revealed our whereabouts! Father, you can't forgive that slut this time anyway! She must be punished most cruelly!" ”

Punish?

Douglas glanced coldly at his heir, and made no secret of his disgust, and said meanly, "Isn't that slut in your mouth your sister your sister?" Condy, if you can do it, I don't mind if you give her whatever punishment you want, even in your big bed. ”

The young man bowed his head in astonishment, his eyes resentful.

Further back.

When the Alfred Knights charged, Illya, who also walked out of the carriage and stood in the carriage, smiled at the battlefield in front of her, her left hand wrapped in thick gauze to cover the scars on her arms, she squinted at it, and said to herself: "Actually arranged a sneak attack? Is this guy Augustus planning to wipe out the Blood Wolf Knights at the gate of the wasteland?"

"If he wanted to, maybe he could. ”

Beside the carriage, Murphy, Illya's personal butler, spoke slowly, his speed of speech was very slow, indicating that every word he said had been carefully scrutinized by him, such a person was terrible, because he would never be impulsive, not impulsive, and often meant that he would not make mistakes, Murphy seemed very calm: " Although the Alfred Knights are not as good as the blood wolves in terms of strength and quantity, but miss, you pay close attention to Alfred's man in silver and white armor, he should be Alfred's knight leader, you look at his command, as long as the knights at the forefront feel a little pressure, he will quickly let the knights behind him substitute, such terrain can not accommodate all the knights after all, and in the end, the Alfred knights faced by the blood wolf knights, each of them has the most abundant physical strength, I believe, they will win the final victory。 ”

Illya's delicate little face showed doubts, as Douglas's third heir, she obviously knew about general common sense: "But shouldn't the knight charge, then die, and finally win?"

Murphy shook his head lightly: "Charge, live, win, this is the order it should be." ”

"Death is the greatest glory of a knight, and it is the greatest shame of a knight to survive by luck but not to win. Illya pouted, disagreeing with Murphy.

Murphy no longer retorted, although his young lady Illya was very different, he obviously would not discuss the meaning of life with the members of the largest 'executioner' family in the empire, he looked carefully at the command of the head of the Alfred knight on the opposite side, and suddenly felt that the Alfred family was too interesting, cherishing life, respecting life, such a thing is not common in this aristocratic contempt for almost ignoring the life of inferior people.

"If the Alfred Knight can really win the final victory, is that guy planning to bury the Douglas family here completely?"

Elijah was re-excited, she had been with Elizabeth before she left the wasteland, and was unaware of all of Augustus's plans for Douglas.

Murphy frowned slightly: "It shouldn't be, since he knows that your father has the support of the powerful people of the imperial capital behind him, and his knights are limited in number after all, and it is impossible to kill all 500 blood wolf knights, then he should understand that it doesn't make much sense to kill more, as long as your father is still alive, those people in the imperial capital will always replenish the strength of the Douglas family, maybe this is just a similar deterrent greeting gift for him?"

Illya was thoughtful, and suddenly pointed to the battlefield ahead: "It seems that this is really the case, and it seems that the Alfred knight is about to withdraw?"

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Also noticing this was Earl Douglas.

Under the first round of charge, because it was a sneak attack, the Douglas Knights were defenseless, coupled with the full use of the terrain, Alfred at a very small cost of casualties, in exchange for nearly 100 knights of the Blood Wolf Knights fell in a pool of blood and lost their ability to fight, such a huge achievement, according to the theory, Alfred will definitely organize a second round of charges again and continue to annihilate the living force of the Blood Wolf Knights, but the strange thing is that seeing the Blood Wolf Knights roaring angrily but it is difficult to fight back, the Alfred Knights actually began to retreat in an orderly manner, under the command of the knight wearing silver armor, Alfred's knights staggered cover and retreated towards the hillside behind them, and even the corpses of their companions that they left behind did not have time to recapture.

Why is that?

Earl Douglas frowned deeply, watching Alfred's knights leave, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly looked into the distance of the canyon passage.

There, a thick cloud of smoke soon appeared in his field of vision, and it seemed that another order of knights had arrived.

The Blood Wolf Knights hurriedly formed a formation, they were in this terrible place in the wasteland, but they had no friends, and it was likely that they were still enemies.

However, unexpectedly, the knights stopped less than a hundred meters away from them, and only one of the leading men rode towards them, and with less than 20 meters left before the Blood Wolf Knights, who were waiting for him, he jumped off his horse, stayed where he was, and bent deeply towards Earl Douglas, who was standing in the carriage, and then knelt directly on one knee, confessing that his intention was not malicious.

Earl Douglas groaned, then waved his knight to let the man over.

The man's steps were heavy, his hair was gray, and it was hard to imagine that just a few months could make a person grow old to such a degree.

He bowed humbly in front of Earl Douglas's carriage: "I am here to welcome you, you have just come to the moor, you must know nothing about the moor, I think you will need a guide dog." ”

"Guide dog?" Earl Douglas tugged at the corners of his lips, "Are you talking about?"

"As you wish, my lord. ”

Murphy, who witnessed all this and was basically able to recognize every nobleman in the wasteland, sighed and sighed: "Miss, I have more confidence in your ally, and I believe that with your help, it is only a matter of time before he buries Douglas." ”

Illya corrected, "No, Murphy, it's your help. ”

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...... (To be continued.) )