"For the sake of His Highness Anson Marcherus, for the sake of the city of Hantu, God bless Turin-!!!"

The knights roared, the swallowtail flags fluttered, the spears snapped, and the iron hooves of the horses broke through the thunder and turned into torrents, crushing all those who dared to resist them.

By the time reinforcements led by Chief Adjutant Green Turnn arrived on the flank, Liberus had already led the entire left flank to charge towards the flank of the main force of the Blue Wolf Clan, and tens of thousands of hoplites gathered in a row of shield walls, like waves, continuously attacking the enemy who was completely disorganized in panic - it was not a battle at all, it was like a massacre, the only difference was that the enemy was several times more numerous than theirs.

The exhausted blood wolf cavalry fell into the quagmire of the infantry phalanx on the right flank, and before they could completely break free from the Turin soldiers who were holding on to the same fate, they were besieged from three sides on the front and flank, and the fierce royal knights roared and pierced their spears through one enemy after another, and then drew their knights' swords and slashed at them.

The flames soared into the sky, wailing everywhere, and the barbarian warriors trapped in the siege were in a dilemma, one after another died tragically under countless spears, hacked to death by random knives, and then fell to the ground, trampled alive into flesh. Drowned in the bloody mud.

Finally, the last flank of the main army of the entire Blue Wolf Clan also collapsed, and the barbarian warriors who lost their armor and fled scattered all over the mountains, as if they were swallowed up in front of the knights' tsunami-like tsunami-like charge, turning into corpses on the ground and blood stains on the knights' swords.

And then. These crumbling warriors only found out in despair. They simply have nowhere to run!

The battlefield is too narrow. They didn't even have a place to flee - some of them could take advantage of the chaos to flee towards the cliffs on either side, trying to climb over the mountains, but for many more barbarian warriors, the moment they turned, they had already given their lives to the Turin knights who had taken them as prey, for their exploits and glory, and were slaughtered like a herd of livestock, decapitated and defiled by one Turinese who roared with rage.

Everybody understands that, but everybody is in a situation like this. But they are all the same despair - war is never something that can be reversed by one person, and when everyone has fled early, the only end is death, the difference is only to be trampled to death by the rout or killed by the enemy.

On the other hand, if you run away, you may still have a chance of surviving - because you just need to run faster than everyone else, and someone will be able to die for you.

But this time was different, and soon the scattered barbarian warriors realized that these Turins behind them were definitely not just trying to defeat them, nor to capture them as slaves, but to exterminate them!

But by this moment it was too late...... Even with a handful of wars, the leaders of the tribes shouted and roared. If you want to regroup, you have lost your last chance. I can only watch as this fate-determining battle between the two sides turns into a complete massacre!

And the Hantu City Legion, which finally gathered all the strength of the five legions, after annihilating the two wings of the entire Blue Wolf Clan, finally began to encircle the enemy on the central front, like slowly clamping pliers, locking the opponent's throat little by little, cutting off their vitality little by little, slowly, but very steadily!

Even the most confident of the leaders of the war tribes knew that the outcome of this battle was already a matter of time - even if the warriors were still fighting bravely, even if they still had a lot of trolls, it would be useless to delay the enemy's footsteps and make the moment of death come later.

At this moment, they are no longer for victory and conquest, but just for the survival of the tribe, to delay the attack of the Turinees, and to buy time for the clan behind them to retreat - if they can, it would be good to drag the Turin scum in front of them to hell before dying!

Then, just as these brave warriors decided to die with their enemies, even more terrible news reached their ears - the Great Chieftain of the Blue Wolf, their King of the Vast Land, the man who had promised to bring them victory and lead them to reunite the whole of the Vast Land, had died!

The despicable and shameless Turin dog held the blue wolf totem and waved it triumphantly, and the barbarian warriors who were still gritting their teeth and insisting just now completely collapsed - the faith in their hearts, the pillar completely collapsed at that moment, and they no longer had the courage to resist, and even threw away their weapons, fell to their knees and wailed.

Then, there was the complete massacre.

Although the defeated Blue Wolf Clan's strength was still several times that of the entire Hantu City Legion, it was only a matter of time before they were completely slaughtered - the fluttering battle flags rushed into the chaotic battlefield one by one, and the fluttering swallowtail flags were like countless clouds, setting off the most dazzling flaming Goshawk Banner at the forefront!

There are too many enemies...... For the first time, the soldiers of Turin, who had been killed to the point of weakness, had this feeling, and it was clear that victory was in sight, but they were about to die of exhaustion. And those war tribes who are still stubbornly resisting are constantly delaying the pace of the entire Hantu City legion, delaying the time for the entire battle line to collapse.

But this was doomed to be in vain - the only reason why neither the little prince Anson nor Greene Turnch had allowed them to drag on the battle until now was simply because the five legions were still fighting on their own and had not yet been fully assembled. By the time the steel jungle-like hoplite phalanx moved forward, all that awaited them was death!

With their shields on their shoulders and the broadswords in their hands, the Turin soldiers were so tired that they gave up thinking, and with great efficiency reaping the lives of the enemy in front of them, the charging knights swept the formation on both flanks, protecting the blood wolf cavalry and hunters of the Blue Wolf Clan from raiding the flanks of the entire phalanx, giving the real main attack to the infantry.

Even the kingdom of Turin, the land of knights, or perhaps because of its pride in knights, understands that in any war, when the number reaches tens of thousands, the number will change qualitatively - if you want to use a few hundred cavalry to crush the infantry phalanx of legions, it is definitely a task that only the blessing of the Radiant Cross can accomplish.

And the little prince Anson Marcherus, who finally rushed to the Iron Cliff Mountain Gorge with the Knights of the Holy Tree and the royal knights, looked at the spreading flames and the ruins of the settlement camp, and the bones that fell in the fences and trenches, gritted his teeth, and gave the final order - kill them all!

"Tell the order and tell every knight...... No, it's every Turine! This battle is different from all the battles we have fought before, tell them that the only task now is to kill the barbarians, kill more barbarians, kill all the barbarians, even babies who are not as tall as wheels, even if they are old people who are already dying, kill them all, not a single one!"

"Burn all the settlements, burn all the tents, plunder all the wealth, and rob them of everything of value - 300,000 blue wolf clans, I want them to leave no one behind, absolutely no calamity!"

"Tell them that this war is not a matter of whose honor, it is a question of the ownership of the entire land - the people of Turin want to gain a foothold in the land, they want their families, their relatives to have their own land, to be able to live in peace on this land, this is what they must do, every time they survive one more barbarian of the land, it is to leave a disaster for their future life!"

"Commoners or nobles, no matter what kind of family they come from, anyone who violates this order will be punished as treason!" The little prince's expression was so hideous that it was terrifying, and his scarlet eyes were not like human eyes: "And the big wolf chief named Asrael, I want his head, bring his head back for me, do you hear it?!" )