The Bloody Cross Banner was like a sharp knight's sword, tearing through the layers of obstacles formed by the blue wolf warriors in front of him, and Edward finally saw his goal.

In fact, when he led the cavalry of the Black Eagle Clan across the battlefield, he had already realized that the other party's goal, Asriel's real purpose was not only to defeat and completely destroy the left flank army behind him, nor was it just to encircle the Duke of Hantu City from the flank and fall down the mountain.

It's a trap, and he's trying to kill himself.

The roaring Bloodwolf Cavalry swooped down in the direction of the Bloody Cross Banner, passing in front of the formation - they didn't care if they could kill more Turin dregs, let alone stay alive - or maybe Asriel didn't care about that in the first place, his target was Edward Witwood alone!

Easily let go of the cavalry of the Black Eagle Clan who suddenly rushed into the battlefield, and use the layers of defense lines to consume the opponent's already extremely limited forces as much as possible - all of this has only one purpose, to create conditions that can absolutely kill Edward, so that he will lose layers of protection, and even face hundreds of elite and fierce blood wolf cavalry alone!

Now only in Asrael's eyes, this guy with black hair and black eyes like himself is a real madman, but the only guy who can threaten the entire Blue Wolf Clan, even if he defeats the Left Wing Legion, this guy will definitely have another way to turn the tables, he seems to have countless back-ups, and he will resolve all the mortal situations one by one.

The only way to kill him is to heap him alive with absolutely overwhelming force - brutal and direct. But on that night. Asrael had seen firsthand how powerful Edward Witwood's swordsmanship could be. He was almost on his own. and guarded the gate of the barracks.

I am afraid that for this madman, it is not his banner legions, nor the cavalry that helps him turn the tide of battle again and again, but his own knightly sword? In this respect, Asrael and Edward are almost identical, the only difference is in the attitude of both sides - Edward never cared about "indiscriminate use of force", and Asriel was forced to helpless until he had to do so. He would never have gone into battle himself.

But this time...... Edward Witwood, you are a madman worthy of my own killing...... Asrael's crazy face was as cold as frost. Be proud, be proud, the one who is going to cut off your lowly head is me, the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf Clan, Asrael, who is destined to become the King of the Lands!

The blood wolf cavalry shouted and fought fiercely, and launched the fastest charge towards the Turin cavalry who broke through the line, and the person who rushed to the front was the great chief of the blue wolf clan!

There are no more thousands of soldiers who have been loyal to you. There are no fools who will die for you, and there is no reinforcement of even half of it. You're going to die this time!

"Rush over and let them pay for their blood—!" Asriel felt so happy for the first time, and the spear in his hand pierced the Turin knight directly through the chest. And at the moment when the knight who died tragically fell off his horse, he saw another figure, the figure holding high the blood cross battle flag,

Actually in ...... Smiling at yourself?

Asriel, who had still felt a trace of excitement, suddenly became a little in a trance, looking at the black-haired knight holding the battle flag, he pulled out the gray knight's sword with a smile on his face, and gently waved it down with the blood stain on his face, the war horse neighed, and the cavalry were shouting.

"God Bless Turin - !!!!"

Facing the oncoming blood wolf cavalry, the cavalry of the Black Eagle clan and the knights of Turin did not have the slightest fear, but followed Edward with the battle flag in his hand with great excitement, the flying hooves of the horses kicked up the billowing smoke and dust, and the same unstoppable gallop came, spears like forests, battle flags hunting!

Looking at Edward's equally excited expression, looking at the Turin cavalry who were also roaring and excited, Asriel immediately understood what was going on - but there was no more anger on his face, not the slightest trace of fear, only an inexplicable excitement that made him even want to laugh out loud.

I see, you want my life too, don't you, Edward Witwood?

Galloping horses, galloping blood wolves, bloodthirsty roars and loud long neighing ...... On the flat but incomparably narrow hillside, both sides rushed towards each other in the most direct way, with the most savage and bloody roaring screams, welcoming the death of the enemy and themselves!

The black-haired knight who galloped on his horse did not have the slightest expression on his face, still holding high the flag gun in his hand and continuing to charge, but the Turin cavalry gathered around him had already taken the lead and accelerated their speed, and launched an attack on the blood wolf cavalry who also rushed towards the opposite side as if they were dead!

"Long Live Lord Edward Witwood—!!!"

The spear stabbed out a straight line without the slightest arc, and the silver sword light and sword shadow cut a brilliant arc in mid-air, without any preparation, let alone any hesitation - the two roaring sides seemed to be unable to stop, and they collided with each other!

Screaming, roaring, wailing...... The magnificent reds collided one after another, without stopping for a moment, without falling for a moment, but with all their might, they blocked the enemy rushing from the opposite side, and used the last of their strength to stab the blade into the chest of that scum!

There are no fancy sword skills, let alone the gorgeous stabbing charges of the knights - in the face of the blood wolf cavalry, the knights of Turin have a congenital disadvantage, and there is no chance of winning one-on-one confrontations, and only by using the cavalry spear to open the distance can they kill the enemy without being close to them.

One after another, the Turin cavalry rushed out of the formation, like the knights of the old legend who fought against the enemy, trying their best to pierce the enemy's chest with the cavalry spear in their hands, and then they were torn to pieces by the indiscriminate knives of the enemy who came from behind, and another knight rushed out from behind, and the cycle continued.

One by one, the Blood Wolf Cavalry fell to the ground, and the Knights under the Blood Cross were fewer and fewer - it was clear when they followed Edward out of the formation, and their mission was to send the Chief Flag Officer to the Blue Wolf Grand Chief!

Fifty meters, thirty meters...... It's not enough, it's not enough, Asrael still has a chance to escape, there are still too many people around him who can die for him, he has to be closer, closer!

If he could see himself, Edward would find that his expression was no different from Asrael's—hideous, fanatical, excited...... All the appearances that can reveal the true thoughts of his heart have been revealed.

The war horse was still neighing, and in the field of vision of black eyes, one after another the cavalry rushed forward, blocking the blood wolf cavalry rushing towards him for the chief flag officer, and the wails and screams were never interrupted from the moment they began, and there was nothing but blood in their sight.

"Give Me Death - !!!"

Iska roared loudly, his eyes scarlet and threw out the spear in his hand, and the bright Dominic scimitar cut off the head of the blood wolf that pounced on Edward like a crescent moon, but it still couldn't make the anger in the heart of the leader of the Black Hawk clan fade even a little - too many of his clan warriors had died at the hands of this group of miscellaneous and monsters.

The sharp blade rubbed against the enemy on the opposite side, leaving a brilliant spark, and Iskar took the opportunity to retract the hilt of his sword, and looked at the opponent's desperate expression, stabbed him in the mouth, and slammed it down.

"Rush-!!!"

The roar of the Black Eagle leader was heard in his ears, and Edward, whose eyes were already red with blood, raised his head, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the blade of the bright star was gently raised.

"Dear Asrael, it's been a long time since we met. (To be continued.) )