The wasteland is very large, it can accommodate many evils, pride, betrayal, lust and killing can quickly find the most suitable hotbed for their growth in the wasteland, but the wasteland is very small, as the empire is at least close to the front line to be eligible to be banished here The big noble concentration camp, in the past hundred years, I can't find a single strength enough to dominate the wasteland and shine on the wasteland stage, even the Marquis of Sauron, who has been known as the most powerful in the wasteland in the past ten years, is only a level 7 high-level strength, and in the end it was still 10 or so level 6 swordsmen' It's easy to pile up death, so for the sinners of Augustus and Mark's generation with noble titles, they may have heard the legend of a hundred enemies against a hundred, or a heroic knight who slays a dragon to save a beautiful princess when they were very young, but what is deeply rooted in their hearts can only be the simple but not superficial truth that there is great strength in numbers. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This caused Young Master Mark, who witnessed Albert charging back and forth and completely crushing his Hundred Knights, to be stupid on the spot, which felt completely unrealistic.

Augustus is okay, in the end, he knows that Albert is the only real knight on the mainland stage besides him, and he also watched the tentative battle between Albert and the Crown Prince of the Titans, so this bloody scene in front of him, he will be shocked and excited by the stimulation of powerful forces, but he will not feel absurd, but he can't help but guess for a while, Albert is afraid that he is not just a knight of the holy coffin.

He glanced at the dejected Young Master Mark, and suddenly remembered a very unridiculous joke in his previous life, taking the head of the enemy's general in the army is like picking up something.

"What is there to brag about, back then Empress Catherine could easily extract the souls of all of them and whip them. ”

Queen Terina, who has always believed in 'you make me uncomfortable for a while, I will make you uncomfortable all the time', was jealous, and seeing Augustus's undisguised admiration, she pouted and shouted to the first knight of the continent in front of her: "Hey, knight, is your strength enough for you to make another round of the same charge? ”

Albert, who was originally as mighty as the god of war, suddenly threw down the silver spear in his hand.

Jumping off the war horse, patting the Caucasian war horse, which must not have been able to support the intensity of this charge, he sighed: "Alas, old. ”

Augustus smiled kindly, of course, he didn't think that Albert's strength was not enough to support his next charge, he also knew that Albert had only achieved his teaching goal, and Augustus had indeed appreciated how rebellious a true knight was when he was strong enough to a certain extent, so he gave up continuing to charge.

Next is Augustus's own work.

Augustus looked at Young Master Mark opposite, and unexpectedly, Young Master Mark actually regrouped.

The heir of Francis, who had a deep fear of his father, probably knew nothing more than his father what despair was, and he may have lost his greedy desire for Elizabeth in his head, but he must have remembered clearly in his heart the command his father had given him, that if this time failed again, he would never go back. So since he knew that Augustus would definitely not dare to kill him, he really couldn't think of a reason not to sacrifice all the knights in exchange for a reason to not be able to complete this task in the open, but it was a pity that the hundred knights behind him, their deaths were only to give him a reason to be punished.

Without looking back at the already shattered Knights, he hysterically raised his great sword and launched a clarion call at Augustus and Alfred's castle to continue the charge.

Obedience is always the cornerstone of the knightly code.

Augustus raised his eyebrows, sneering at the charge of the mutilated knights on the opposite side, and he waved his hand.

Without warning, the arrows flashed with a dazzling light in the night sky, from both sides, from Alfred Castle, without giving the charging knights any way to retreat, and instantly encircled and suppressed Mark's knights.

Neither Augustus nor Albert were psychic men with a penchant for chivalry, so of course they would pursue the smallest sacrifice for the greatest benefit, rather than charging and charging.

Sharp arrows easily pierce through the knight's armor.

After all, the archers sent by the Knights Cathar are really knights with level 5 fighting strength, plus the archers are fundamentally condensed with fighting power in the sharpest part of the arrows, and it is not too difficult to penetrate the light cavalry armor, especially Albert's previous back-and-forth charge itself is a hard bone, it can be said that there are very few knights in the knights after his charge who really have level 5 fighting strength, and the rest are completely impossible to absolutely defend against the archers of the Knights of the Cathar Knights, and it is really logical to completely lose the combat effectiveness of this crippled knights in an instant。

Francis could not have predicted that the order of knights led by his heir would fall so simply to Alfred.

In fact, even Augustus could not have imagined that the process would be so smooth.

And all this, of course, can only be because of this vivid knightly lesson that Albert gave Augustus, and no one will deny that this knightly order was completely destroyed in the hands of Albert alone.

Augustus waved again.

The war was almost over, and on the lawn in front of Alfred's Castle, blood and corpses were densely crossed, and even the black stone tablet that had been washed by blood was covered with blood, which was particularly strange under the bright moonlight.

......

As soon as the rain of arrows stopped, a hundred archers quickly emerged from the gloom around the castle, yes, they did, and they did dismount at Augustus's arrangement, acting as the most despised archers of the Imperial legions, so that Mark could not have seen the outline of their ambush, nor could he find their exact location.

The knights soon surrounded Mark and his knights, who had lost more than half of his dead and wounded to him.

Augustus then raised his feet and walked towards Mark, this lucky guy turned out to be just an arrow on his horse and fell to the ground, and he was not too injured, which was really good luck for Augustus to sigh. He looked down at Young Master Mark, who was lying on the ground and struggled to raise his head, and noticed that the latter's gaze met him without fear, or even panic, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Mark grinned and said, "I'm your prisoner now, you can inform my father to negotiate." ”

Such a single?

Augustus, who frowned, was even more surprised in his heart, feeling that Mark seemed to have really guessed his thoughts, and knew that he really didn't dare to kill him- Augustus couldn't deny this, because he knew very well that even if Francis had declared war on him, for Alfred, at this time, even with Donald's support and excluding the Knights of the Guardian given to him by the Bishop of Mass, he still did not have the strength to go to war with Francis and Stuart head-on, especially when there was a Count Christopher watching him, he would not dare to easily declare his undying attitude to Francis.

He looked at Young Master Mark at his feet, and suddenly smiled: "I now know why your father sent you over to fight this war that is uncertain, just a race for time, your father guessed really well, no matter what, I really don't dare to kill you, and in the end, I must have a final battle with your father at the negotiating table." ”

Mark seemed a little puzzled as to why Augustus would say such unnutritious nonsense.

But he soon understood.

Augustus didn't restrain his smile, he thought for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly said: "It's a pity that your father didn't guess right, I will have a final showdown with him at the negotiating table, but before that, I must have a suitable gift to bring to him." ”

Mark, who vaguely smelled the smell of danger, suddenly changed his face drastically, where is the so-called bachelor.

Augustus suddenly leaned down, leaned into Young Master Mark's ear, and whispered, "Dear Mark, you must not mind lending me your head, I really can't think of anything more suitable as a gift than your head." ”

Mark's eyes widened suddenly, and he had no chance to react.

Augustus' sword slashed through his throat.

Then he dropped his sword and ordered the knight to cut off Mark's head and mount it, and Augustus left the battlefield with a blank face.

He ignored the bloody deformed Terina's dancing in the middle of the corpse, or Albert's puzzled look at his actions, but indifferently took a white handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped his bloodstained hands.

No one had ever wiped the blood from his hands for him, and he had always been the one who struggled against the whole of Alfred.