The whole world seemed to be quiet, and Asrael, who fell to the ground, didn't even notice the mud that fell into his mouth, lying on the ground as if he had lost consciousness, and the sounds of fighting and shouting around him still echoed in his ears, but he couldn't see anything, only darkness.

I was saved......? The great chief of the Blue Wolf Clan, the king of the Han Land, was actually saved by one, by a lowly tribal warrior? These words kept echoing in the mind of the black-haired boy, and the light and shadow in an instant seemed to be as long as a whole century had passed.

"Ahh!!!!!h

The sharp pain in the thigh that had been pierced by the blade shard made Asriel wake up in an instant - his whole body was like a water bottle about to collapse, and the sharp pain in his throat was like a fire, and every breath seemed to torture his heart and lungs, and his body trembled and spasmed, and the pain was even more intense than ever.

Wrong...... I'm not dead yet, the battle is still going on - the brunette boy who finally realized what was going on struggled to his feet, opened his eyes and grasped the already broken Dominic scimitar, gasped for breath, and then looked almost instinctively in the direction he had just stood.

The black-haired knight who almost killed him had been surrounded by the blue wolf warriors who rushed around, and the Turin knights behind were still rushing to rescue their chief flag officer, but they were blocked by more enemies on the periphery, no matter what, they never really squeezed in, and were blocked back again and again.

But Asrael knew very well that this was only temporary—the blue wolf warriors were no match for Edward Wittwood, and it was only time before the madman and monster wanted to kill them all.

That's right, if you want to kill this madman, you can either sneak up and shoot him to death while he's not paying attention or caring about others, or you'll have to pile up hundreds of lives. Instead of dealing with him in the most brutal and unreasonable way, as he had done before. to be able to kill him!

But now he has no chance - the scene just now has made the entire Blue Wolf Clan see clearly, if he doesn't retreat, not only will these clan warriors be wiped out, maybe he will really be killed by this monster!

There is still a chance, and the retreat is only temporary...... This battle is far from over, and I still have a chance to turn defeat into victory, as long as I ...... As long as I'm alive!

Asriel, who had just walked from the brink of death, could no longer experience that feeling a second time. With the last bit of strength he had left, he climbed onto his blood wolf mount, holding the blue wolf totem and retreating in the direction of the hillside, not even daring to turn his head back - he was completely occupied by fear, and he no longer had the momentum and strength he had before.

Wailing, screaming, mourning...... The original overwhelming army of the Blue Wolf Clan had already begun to collapse when they saw the totem retreating, except for a very few who were still unwilling to resist, more Blue Wolf warriors followed closely and began to retreat in the direction of the hillside, like the sea at low tide in the sunset, but what was left was not shells. It's an untold number of bones.

"Long Live Lord Edward Witwood—!!!"

The soldiers of the left flank, wielding spears and shields, followed closely behind the retreating enemy and launched a counterattack, all they could hear and see was a cry of fierce battle, and the excited soldiers even forgot where they were, completely red-eyed, forgot the original flag, and forgot their blood and death, and knew only one thing - attack. Go on the offensive!

The narrow battlefield left countless corpses on both sides, and the soldiers and knights who rushed to make the charge stepped on the fallen brethren in front of them. Rushing in the direction of the hillside, it pressed forward wave after wave like a wild dancing wave, and the army of the Blue Wolf Clan, which was covering Asrael's retreat, did not dare to fight at all, and ran wildly with all their might, fleeing from the enemy who was still chasing behind him, throwing down the weapons in his hands and abandoning the armor on his body. Just so that I can run faster.

Although the strength was still superior, the warriors of the Blue Wolf Clan did not have the slightest courage to turn around and face the battle, not even one of them - when they saw the hunting Blood Cross battle flag, the fear in their eyes was like seeing a demon coming from hell, and they only knew to fight for their last breath to escape.

They're done. It's all over - the moment Asriel fell, the once invincible Blue Wolf Clan was shattered in the backbone, lost its original spiritual support, and became a group of lost dogs who only knew how to bark.

"Attack, attack, for the sake of Lord Witwood, God bless Turin-!"

Loud and shouting, Repinus fought while waving the long sword in his hand, desperately running towards the figure who was still standing on the spot with his sword, and fell down on one knee without even taking a breath: "Lord Witwood, your legion is waiting for your final order!"

"Order, attack, the enemy is completely doomed - just keep chasing, and we'll be able to catch that damned Great Wolf Chief before sunset, and dedicate his head to His Highness Anson Marcherus!" The Chief Centurion's face was full of ecstatic smiles: "Please give the order!"

As Lebinus spoke, a crowd had gathered behind him—the little Robin, Hirrell Letranch, Iska, Donner...... And, of course, Alan looked at him with some excitement as well.

They won, twice as many enemies, and all of them were elite, but in the end they won - a victory to be proud of for a lifetime! And all this is the man with black hair and black eyes standing here, who has done it with them!

And now, as long as the man spoke softly, each of them was willing to take the last spoils for him—even if it would cost them their lives, even if they would die at the hands of the enemy, they didn't care, all this was all he Edward Witwood deserved, and all they could give back to him was this loyalty that could fight to the death for him!

Edward looked at them gently, his calm gaze swept over their faces one by one, and finally stopped at the blonde girl's blue eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Thank you." ”

"That ......"

"But as the commander of the Left Wing Legion, I give you the last order in this battle - the whole army will turn around and support the main battlefield of the Old River!" Edward changed his words: "Liberus, you are responsible for leading the army, and the battle flag of the legion will be handed over to you!"

"Lord Witwood?!" Repinus's expression was a little surprised—of course for a reason, considering that the entire Left Wing Legion had been almost regarded by the Duke of Hantu City as an outcast to delay the enemy's elite, and now Edward had decided to go back to the aid?

"It's not a question of who abandons whom, this is a war, it's not a place for you to discuss right and wrong!Green Turn, and His Highness Anson made what they thought was the most reasonable decision, everything was for the final victory, because if you don't win, you have to die!" Edward said in a deep voice: "And now the decision I have made is to go to support the main battlefield - if we don't kill the 300,000 Blue Wolf Clan, they will still have the capital to make a comeback, and Hantu City can't afford to withstand a second such war!"

"But what about the Great Chief of the Blue Wolf, do you want to let him escape?" Lebinus began, "Wouldn't it be the same danger to let him flee back to the east?!"

"It's just a crawler, I can solve it alone. Edward said lightly, grabbing the reins and flipping onto his horse. With an unnatural expression, he slowly turned his gaze straight ahead: "Asriel has handed it over to me, and I won't let him leave here - just as we agreed, to erect a stone monument for him in this Eagle Fall Mountain." ”

"Grand Chief of the Blue Wolf, Asreel, the most powerful king of the Vast Lands, is buried here!" (To be continued.) )