Gently wiping his saber, the somewhat restless Iska's right hand holding the hilt trembled slightly, and an careless left a bloody cut on the wrist of his left arm, which made the young leader of the Black Eagle Clan couldn't help but spit and let out a long sigh.

In fact, it wasn't just him, but the cavalry of the Black Eagle clan around them were just extremely anxious, just holding back and keeping their composure - I don't know how much time had passed since they had been ambushed here, and Edward still didn't give any orders, just told them to wait until he gave the order.

As the head of the clan, Iskar certainly knew the importance of timing, and acting rashly could only be bad - the better the hunter, the more he understood the importance of patience.

What really annoyed Iskar was that Edward hadn't moved at all until now - the lord hadn't sent any of his warriors to scout, as if he was just waiting here and doing nothing.

If there was anything else that baffled him, it was probably the little girl - Iska knew a little bit about this little girl named Angela, who was Lord Edward's personal maid, and was said to have a very good relationship, but at such a time, what was the use of bringing such a little maid who could not help at all, and was completely a burden?

Increasingly agitated, Iskar got up from the ground and walked in Edward's direction - he had already made up his mind that he could not wait any longer, and at least he should send someone out to investigate, better than sit down.

However, when he walked up to Edward, he stopped in some surprise - the silent black-haired knight was gathered around the little maid, his face solemn as if he was waiting for something.

The little maid named Angela sat on her knees, as if she had fallen asleep, her head tilted and her eyes rolled. The petite body was still trembling slightly, looking indescribably weird.

Beneath the little maid was an arc drawn with white powder, and there seemed to be some strange mysterious pattern of triangles and semicircles in it, although only a little bit could be seen, but the deep shape seemed to be able to suck the soul of a person.

What's wrong with her? Iska was about to step forward to ask when Ludwig, who was standing nearby, grabbed her by the arm. The Brotherhood Assassin shook his head as he looked at the solemn face. He temporarily resisted the confusion in his heart and stayed in place without saying a word.

After a while, Angela, whose eyes were rolling, seemed to wake up, her petite body swayed slightly, and Edward immediately took her in his arms and patted her little head gently. The pale little maid opened her mouth slightly, and said something in Edward's ear, and a smile immediately appeared on the black-haired knight's face.

"Gracchus has left their camp, and now is the time for us to get ready!" Edward stood up with the little maid in his arms. He had just noticed Iska's footsteps: "Let everyone get ready, in a quarter of an hour, surprise attack on the camp of the Red Horse Clan!"

"But you haven't ...... yet," Iska was about to speak, when she suddenly seemed to notice something, and stared at the little maid in Edward's arms in amazement: "Did she see it?!"

"Is there a second person?" asked Edward jokingly.

"She's a priest?!" Iska, who was still very anxious just now, looked at the little maid with a look in awe: "If that's the case, why didn't you say it before?"

"Of course, because you don't need the power of dear Angela, but other than that......" Edward's tone suddenly became much more solemn: "Any power has a price. Hurry up and prepare. We'll be off in a quarter of an hour!"

There was no longer any impatience on Iska's face, but one of great urgency and excitement. Rushing towards the cavalry who were still resting, gathering the clan warriors who had been waiting impatiently. The pitch black woods were filled with shouts and roars of excitement.

The pale little maid curled up in Edward's arms, struggling to open her eyes and look at Edward, the black-haired knight smiled calmly: "Angela has completed her mission, rest - wait until you wake up." Maybe we're already celebrating around the fireplace in the hall of the castle!"

The little maid, whose complexion was so pale that she could even see the blood vessels clearly, shook her head very hard, was silent and did not speak, but stared at him with wide eyes, obviously there was no emotion in her eyes at all. But it still gave Edward the illusion of pleading.

"Okay......" Edward curled the corners of his mouth a little helplessly, "I can let you go with me, but no matter what happens, you are absolutely not allowed to make a sound, and you are not allowed to use magic at will without my orders." ”

Angela, who had been reassured, slowly closed her eyes, and a faint smile hung on the thin corners of her mouth, and Edward, who sighed softly, carried her behind her and turned over on the horse.

The woods were already full of people - the knights and squires from The Hague Fort had no more excited expressions on their faces than those of the Black Eagle Clan cavalry, Edward looked at the expectant faces, he knew very well what these people were waiting for, the bright star in his hand was gently raised, and the gray blade of the sword carried a cool cold.

"I promised you victory, glory, and spoils, and I promised that the banner of the Blood Cross would never fall - but it will take your lives to get it back!" Edward roared in a deep voice, "Whether the entire Banner Legion continues on the path of glory and victory, or perish with a disgraceful name, it is all tonight!"

"On the night of the Twin Towers, all of you made your choice, and I will repay your trust - I will lead you into battle to the last man, to the last drop of blood!"

"Battle Banner Legion, forward-!"

"For the Glory of the Blood Cross - !!!"

Edward was echoed by the roar of the cavalry, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, and nearly a thousand cavalry followed Edward like arrows from the string, rolling up the dust and smoke and rushing wildly through the wilderness under the night.

The wind was stirring on his side, the sound of galloping horses' hooves brought rolling thunder, and the indomitable momentum seemed to be able to tear through everything and destroy everything, and only the frenzy of excitement was left on the face of every cavalryman, and the neighing of the war horses echoed in everyone's ears, so that the power that had been suppressed in their hearts for too long was released in an instant.

In the pitch-black wilderness, the cavalry of the Battle Banner Legion who was advancing frantically was like a sharp scimitar, dragging out puffs of smoke and dust on the ground, waving towards the settlement camp that was still in a quiet and peaceful place, and the sound of horses' hooves shook the ground under their feet, as if the whole world was about to be swept away!

Finally, just as the Blood Cross Battle Banner was about to rush to the fence of the camp, the sad sound of the horn finally came out of the settlement, and there was a chaotic scene and sound everywhere, and the panicked barbarian warriors were like flies without heads, and even many people still did not know what was happening.

For this night attack on Gracchus, he took away his most elite, as well as the leaders of the tribes around him, so that there was not even a single person in the settlement who could command the army, and in the dark night, the dazed barbarian warriors did not even know whether to resist or flee.

Seeing the fence on the opposite side and the barbarian warriors who rushed out to resist, Iskar's face showed a hideous smile, and together with several Black Eagle clan cavalry around him, he dragged down a clay pot of ignition agent hanging on the saddle, and threw it out with all his might!

"Long Live Lord Edward Witwood—!!!" (To be continued.) )