In the early hours of the night, a few stars still hung coldly in the night of the Eagle's Nest Valley, bringing a faint light to this ancient land, and the lonely moon hung behind the Levantine Sacred Mountain in the distance, and in the distance you could even see the white snow and silver frost still wrapped in the sacred mountain, and the whistling eagle hovering on the top of the cliff.

Although it has survived the most difficult cold, the winter of Hantu has not really receded, and the cold wind blowing in the face is still like a sharp blade, scraping the cheeks, making people feel unbearable.

But in this weather, the leader of the Night Stalker clan still rode his horse and stopped outside the settlement, frowning and looking at the Levantine mountain in the distance, as if the ancient ancestral spirit was giving him some instructions.

That's right, tonight's night is like a few years ago, and it is about the survival of the entire Night Stalker Clan, the leader thought silently. To this day, he still remembers how he watched the Black Eagle Clan die in the flames that night.

After a crushing defeat on the battlefield, the Night Stalkers had to survive and beg the Duke of Berion to shelter them, and then took the opportunity to involve the Black Eagle Clan in a rebellion, and the warriors of the Night Stalker Clan finally got the best chance to overthrow them in thousands of years, slaughtering almost all the women, children, and children of the entire clan lineage!

The Black Eagle Clan, which suffered heavy casualties and had almost no relatives in the sun, died out as quickly as snow in the sun, and the Night Owl Clan, which had bowed its head and surrendered for thousands of years, finally got the opportunity to dominate the entire Eagle's Nest River Valley.

He quickly seized the opportunity. The corners of the Night Stalker's mouth couldn't help but slip a hint of pride, if it weren't for his own improvisation, and it happened that there were relatives in Hantu City working for the Duke. There would be no clan today.

And now those Black Eagle clans who are struggling to survive have actually found a high-ranking Turin nobleman. It is rumored that this nobleman has an army of 7,000 men at his command - a force that can change the entire Eagle's Nest Valley!

And those exiled Black Eagle clans even went so far as to completely surrender to this Turin nobility. To the point of begging the other party to support them-The leader of the night owl couldn't help but show a sneer, he specifically inquired, this lord who came to the Eagle's Nest River Valley was just the chief flag officer of the new duke, a leader with a relatively high status, not enough to change the duke's orders.

As long as the distress letter he wrote could be delivered to Hantu City in time, this guy named Edward Wetwood would have to withdraw his army - he had signed an agreement with the Duke of Barrion, and if he hadn't had the nod of this lord, how could he have secured the position of the overlord of the Eagle's Nest Valley?

Although the current Duke is no longer Lord Berrion. But I heard that this Highness Anson is the nephew of Lord Berion, and that he will become a king in the future, and the leader of the Night Stalkers is even ready to lead the entire army of the Eagle's Nest Valley to serve him when this Highness summons, so that no one can shake his position again.

Obviously, although he knew that Anson and Berion were relatives, it was absolutely impossible for him to expect that these two people had reached the point of incompatibility, and most of the messengers he asked for help would be completely ignored by the little prince, and even take the opportunity to find a way to cut off the head of the Duke of Berrion first.

Think of it this way. The leader of the night owls couldn't help but look at a hillside not far from the settlement, where he had been standing a few years ago. Watching the entire Black Eagle Clan's settlement fall into a sea of fire.

And when his gaze turned to the top of the hillside, his pupils immediately contracted violently, and his body trembled involuntarily, and his face was full of horror!

At first he couldn't believe it, but when he looked again, the sparkling fire at the top of the hillside was already connected, and the burning colors all over the hill were like paint!

The melodious sound of the horn sounded from afar, and the loud and powerful voice woke up the sleeping sun, and the first rays of morning light in the sky jumped out from behind the hillside, and the end of the sky was already a dazzling white!

And on the hillside was the entire army of battle flag legions, clothed in the golden morning light, fully armed and lined up on the mountain, the blood cross battle flag with a black background hunting in the cold wind of the harsh winter morning.

After only a moment of astonishment, the insane clan leader had already galloped back to the settlement on horseback. The night owl clan, who was still asleep, was awakened by the rapid sound of the alarm bell, struggled to get up from the warm bed, and walked to the open space in the center of the settlement, where he saw the night owl leader standing there with a pale face, already fully armed, and even took the clan's ancestral battle axe.

And then a terrible truth had already befallen them all—the people of Turin had arrived!

Edward Witwood under the banner of the Blood Cross on the hillside looked at the night owl clan settlement in the distance, and even from that distance, he could still sense that there was already a mess there, and the alarm bells that never stopped could show how panicked they were.

"The army has been assembled, can we start attacking?" The chief centurion on the side, Liberus, stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully: "The leader of the Iskar of the Black Eagle Clan said that he hoped he could lead the cavalry as the vanguard. ”

"Tell them not to be in such a hurry. Edward waved his hand lightly: "The other party will definitely send an envoy, we just need to wait here quietly." ”

Liberdinus, who had received the order, had no choice but to remain silent, looking at the smile on the corner of Edward's mouth, and the warriors of the Black Eagle Clan who were following behind the legion, vaguely seemed to understand something.

The Chief Flag Officer seemed to be intent on crushing the entire Night Stalker Clan and intimidating the barbarian tribes of the entire Eagle's Nest Valley with a frontal defeat.

Nothing is more shocking than seeing it with your own eyes – no matter how many times you have heard about it, it is not as shocking and impressive as what you have seen with your own eyes. Edward, who wanted to completely conquer the entire Eagle's Nest River Valley, would certainly not let go of this opportunity to show the strength of the Battle Banner Legion, and completely smash the live target of the Night Stalker Clan with the most direct and violent means, so that these Han Barbarians would fall to their knees convincingly.

Hordes of barbarian warriors came out of the settlement, and Lessinus, who stood beside Edward, turned pale - not because the opposing army was far more numerous than expected, but because in addition to the able-bodied barbarian warriors, he also saw many women with disheveled hair, also standing at the back of the formation with shields and spears.

If this battle is lost, there will be no Night Stalker clan in the world...... Thinking of this, Lebinus couldn't help but feel a little respectful, at least the other party's performance of seeing death as if it were home was enough to be admirable.

At this moment, the tribal envoy who had visited the military camp walked alone to the hillside, stood in front of Edward with a pale face, and bowed humbly.

"On the orders of the Great Chief, I have come to convey to you the will of the Night Stalker Clan. The tribal envoy, who was originally dressed in gold and silver, and still had a mustache, only had a white linen robe that looked rather rough on his body at this time, and looked at Edward with a dead face: "Since you have chosen to fight, let the Howling Eagle at the top of the Levantine Sacred Mountain decide whether the Night Stalker Clan can see the sun set!"

After saying this, the tribal envoy suddenly pulled out a small dagger from his waist, widened his eyes and raised it above his head with a roar, and before the knights of the sacred tree on both sides could draw their swords, he had already plunged the dagger into his throat!

The knights who drew their swords were stunned, and even Ludwig's face showed a look of surprise, and all eyes were fixed on the corpse on the ground, which was still twitching and spurting blood, and the white robe was already dyed red.

"Bury him. ”

Taking a long breath, Edward turned over and said, "The other party has already faced the battle, then we will use the highest etiquette to show the bravery of the Turinees, attack-!" )