"For the sake of the Black Eagle Clan, for the sake of the Levantine Sacred Mountain, long live Lord Edward Witwood-!!!"

The sudden shouts tore through the noise of the battlefield, and hundreds of barbarian cavalry from the Eagle's Nest Valley followed behind Iskar with a fierce shout, brandishing fierce Dominic scimitars and sharp rethrowing guns, and suddenly broke into the left flank from the north side of the battlefield, charging in the direction of the Blood Cross Battle Banner.

Although there were only a few hundred people, the weight alone was enough to upset the balance that already existed - the flying hooves of horses and the constantly waving scimitars trampled the blue wolf warriors to the ground one after another, and the slogans of fierce battle were like thunder that tore through the sky, and the army of the blue wolf clan, which was completely unprepared, suffered unprecedented heavy losses, and the front that was still fighting was torn apart by these barbarian cavalry who suddenly appeared, like slicing butter.

The number of casualties continued to expand, the ragged front was surrounded by recalcitrant and broken war tribes, and the muddy battlefield was littered with the corpses of unwilling people.

And these cavalry still have no intention of stopping, they are still in the line of the blue wolf clan army line constantly rushing left and right, cunning like a hyena foraging in the wilderness, again and again avoiding the surrounding blue wolf warriors and the main force of the central front, cruising around unscrupulously, hunting all the lone warriors, and then regrouping, like a real Dominic scimitar, leaving wounds one after another on the body of the blue wolf clan army.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Why do they still have reinforcements?!" A flash of contempt flashed across Asriel's face, and with a fierce wave of the Dominic scimitar in his hand, the Blood Wolf Cavalry who had been rushing towards Edward immediately turned around. The charge was made towards the hoplites of the Central Front - only momentary stagnation and a rain of arrows falling from the sky. A dozen more wolf warriors wailed and fell from their mounts. was trampled alive by the blood wolf cavalry rushing from behind.

But even this is much better than sacrificing in vain - it is very unwise to use the last of your strength before the enemy's hole cards are completely gone, it is not only to leave yourself without a choice, but also to give the other side the dominance of the whole battle, there is nothing more stupid in the world.

"Great Chief!" the wounded Blue Wolf Warrior rushed over with his own blood wolf, with angry and confused expressions on his face, pointing at the Black Eagle Clan cavalry who were wantonly rushing and roaring: "Why stop, how long do you want to let those traitors of the Han Land be arrogant?!"

"Are you questioning my orders?" Asriel's expression froze. The pitch-black pupils shrank slightly: "Still ordering me?"

"No, I don't dare......! I—I'm just ......"

"Those damn Turin dogs have made it this now because Edward Witwood is still alive, not because there are hundreds of goddamn traitors. As long as he is alive, as long as the Blood Cross Banner has not fallen, they will not admit defeat, they will firmly believe that they can win!" Asriel snorted coldly, turned his face sideways and shook his head: "He must be killed - even ten thousand Turin scum are no match for this madman, if we don't kill him, we still can't win this battle, do you understand?!"

Clenched the Dominic scimitar in his hand. Asrael watched almost as the Black Eagle Clan's cavalry tore through the Blue Wolf Warriors who were blocking the perimeter and rushed towards the Blood Cross battle banner that was still hunting.

“...... The Battle Banner Legion is subordinate. The leader of the Black Hawk cavalry, Iska, salutes you!" A barbarian warrior who threw the spear in his hand at the opposite side, and the leader of the Black Eagle clan with a happy smile on his face rushed to Edward, raising the corners of his mouth high: "I hope we are not too late, Lord Edward Wetwood!"

"Looks like I don't have to ask why you're coming back. Gasping slightly, the black-haired knight looked at him with a smirk: "But I'm still curious to know why." ”

"There's no reason for that—I just think it's too shameful to see my relatives in the Eagle's Nest Valley if I go back like this. Iska's expression looked quite excited: "This may be the biggest war in the entire Han Land in hundreds of years, if I miss even this time, if I can't see the results and can't participate in it personally, I will definitely regret it for the rest of my life!"

"I'm not sure I'll win this time, you're likely to die. Edward looked at him defiantly, "The enemy on the other side is the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf Clan, the true King of the Vast Land—are you afraid?"

"Of course I'm afraid!" Iska admitted without blushing, and then there was a strange brilliance in his eyes, "But what I'm even more afraid of is that I won't be able to see the moment you cut off the head of the King of the Soil, Lord Edward Witwood!"

Looking at Iska's strange insistence on expression, Edward laughed instead: "Why are you so sure that it must be me who wins?"

"I don't know, I can't know - but I know something else. Iska's face changed slightly: "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here, the Duke of Hantu City wouldn't have chosen to fight here, and the Black Eagle Clan wouldn't be able to take the Eagle's Nest Valley - if there is someone who can kill the Great Chieftain of the Blue Wolf, Asriel, it must be you!"

"Then let's take a look and see at whose hands Asriel will die. Edward didn't affirm, but at the same time didn't deny it, his dark pupils stared at the Black Hawk cavalry behind Iska: "Tell me, are you afraid of death?!"

"Afraid—!!!," shouted the hundreds of barbarian cavalrymen of the Eagle's Nest Valley in a tone that was neither indifferent nor ashamed.

"Then rush with me, do not look backward, give your lives to your brethren, pierce the chest of your enemies with a spear, and cut off their heads with a scimitar!" Edward roared loudly, "Kill them all, and trample them down—for we will be the last ones to survive!"

"Long Live Lord Edward Witwood—!!!"

Not only the cavalry of the Black Eagle Clan, but even the surrounding Turin knights and squires couldn't help but shout loudly, gathering together like converging droplets, forming an unstoppable current, launching another charge from the flank of the entire left flank legion, and colliding head-on with the barbarian warriors rushing towards them.

The trampled hooves of the horses and the barbarian warriors in dense formations staggered and fought each other - without hesitation, not daring to hesitate, everyone was desperately waving whatever weapon in their hands, even shouting loudly to pounce, using their own flesh and blood to die with the enemy, delaying this last step.

The crazy rain of arrows continued to fall from the sky, and the blue wolf warriors at the forefront finally couldn't hold on anymore and gradually began to break down, while the Turin cavalry who followed closely did not seem to find any problems, and continued to cover and kill with wild shouts, unscrupulously pursuing the warriors of the blue wolf clan who had already collapsed, but did not find that they had gradually begun to break away from the infantry cover of the entire left flank legion, and even rushed to the position of the hillside.

And even at this point, the Blood Cross Battle Banner still had no intention of stopping, and it was still attacking forward, constantly crushing any enemy who tried to stop it, and groups of fierce blue wolf warriors were torn apart and defeated in front of this overwhelming cavalry legion, and then broken through the defense line again and again.

As long as that flag is flying, the entire Left Wing Army will continue to fight, and as long as the guy named Edward Witwood is alive, they will not give up resistance...... Therefore, if you want to defeat the Left Legion, or even destroy the entire Colony Legion, all you need to do is kill Edward Witwood.

So you're dead, Edward...... Asriel looked at the Blood Cross Battle Banner that was rushing towards him, but his face showed an extremely excited expression.

"Blood Wolf Cavalry, attack with me!" (To be continued.) )