"Charge, charge, long live Witwood—!"

When the Lund warriors rushed from the flanks with their banners held aloft and flanked, they immediately attracted the attention of the opponents, and the fierce cheers of the Black Eagle Clan warriors were heard from the sudden pressure. The fierce Lund pirates did not give these sudden barbarian warriors much of a chance to react, and poured into the center of the battlefield from the opposite side of the river bank like a raging tide.

From the moment they first met, Edward probably guessed that the warriors of the Black Hawk Clan were probably on the run for their lives - so before the barbarian warriors who were chasing them appeared, he had already ordered the Lund Guard to lie in ambush in the nearby woods.

Even if these exiled warriors of the Black Eagle Clan wanted to wipe themselves out here, the Knights of the Sacred Tree behind them would not give them this opportunity.

After seeing that the Turineites behind him were indeed supporting themselves, the warriors of the Black Eagle Clan, who were still hostile, became a lot more friendly, and the originally tragic and low morale suddenly rose a lot, and the originally weak counterattack immediately became powerful, and these naked fierce warriors chanted the names of their ancestors, brandished the weapons in their hands and strangled the sorrowful people, and the bloody wind and blood rain splashed in the dense forest covered in snow.

The barbarian warriors who had been chasing these exiled tribes all the way had no idea that such a group of well-armed and extremely bloodthirsty creatures would be ambushed nearby, and the exclamations and screams echoed through the forest over and over again, and the long pursuit left their formation loose and disorderly, unable to stop the frantic charge of the Lund guards!

Look at the hastily assembled enemy on the opposite side. Donner, the captain of the guard, who had pulled the tomahawk out of the dead man's head, laughed and wiped the blood from his face. Knocked on the shield hard: "Shield wall - formation!"

"Shield wall. Assemble - !!!"

The Lund guards, who were still desperately rushing to kill just now, immediately shouted loudly, and more than 300 people gathered into three dense shield walls extremely quickly according to the distance of the brothers around them, propping up their shields and stretching their spears and short spears outward, as if they were solid rocks standing in place.

The barbarian warrior's charge was like waves crashing against a reef, splashes of blood and severed limbs were the waves—three solid walls of shields stood still, leaving only bones on the ground, with little damage.

"Kill these traitors. Avenge the clan's loved ones!" With the warriors of the Black Eagle Clan, Iskar roared and waved the weapon in his hand, the original wooden spear had long been broken, he casually snatched a battle axe from the enemy, and swung it like a windmill, boosting the morale of the clan warriors behind him.

Dead family members, slaughtered people, cunning and insidious, traitors without mercy...... These warriors of the Black Eagle Clan, who had experienced too much misery, roared at the enemy with tears in their eyes. Fight your enemies with the only remaining flesh and blood!

The mournful wail is the last funeral song of these people.

They have been on the run for far too long. They also fled for too long - they did not resist when the settlement was burned by the enemy, they did not resist when the traitors occupied the ancestral land, and they fled when their relatives were slaughtered and their brothers were killed by daggers stabbed from behind......

Too many times, so many that they didn't believe that there was still one day when they could regain their glory, and now all Iskar and all the Black Hawk Clan warriors thought about was to kill a few more traitors before they died, or to survive.

Even if they survived, would they still be able to defeat the Night Stalkers, and would they be able to reunite the war tribes of the former Black Eagle Totem and let them fight for their clans?

Deep despair, blow after blow, flight after flight - Iska was already overwhelmed by the young clan leader, and the only people who could keep him alive were his brothers and Orwina, who had left on another mission.

The loud sound of the horn sounded in the ears, the barbarian warriors who were completely caught between the two sides were still resisting stubbornly, the fierce Lund guards leaned against the shield wall and slowly advanced, and the remnants of the Black Eagle clan who were fighting frantically had forgotten their lives, not caring about casualties in fighting them, and the more blood they shed, the more they felt more and more enemies around them.

The barbarian warriors finally began to break down and fled in all directions, not caring whether the brothers who had been thrown behind them would survive or not, and the sore arms and the blood in front of them made those "smart people" immediately realize that they had to flee for their lives.

Naturally, they would not have known that there was a group of cavalry who had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Leisurely placing the bright star in front of him, gently kissing the clear sword body, Edward turned his wrist and pointed the sword forward: "Knights of the Holy Tree-"

"Crush them!"

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves and neighing shook the ground beneath their feet, rolling up patches of white snowflakes and dancing in the air, rushing towards the barbarian warriors with unparalleled momentum.

The horses were galloping, the knights were shouting, the scattered enemies were scattering and fleeing, and before they even had time to scream, they fell in a pool of blood - pierced by spears, beheaded by swords, trampled to death by horses' hooves...... It seems that the collapsed enemy can no longer even resist, and is just fleeing without a life.

The warriors of the Black Eagle Clan, who were wrapped in cavalry, were also desperately chasing, scarlet-eyed stabbing the weapons in their hands into the backs of those "traitors", roaring as if venting, and even stabbing the dead corpses on the ground again and again.

When Iska stopped, covered in blood and panting, he saw only the corpses all around him, the fleeing enemies in the distance, and the wails everywhere. The warriors of the Black Eagle Clan scattered around were all looking around in the same trance, as if they hadn't figured out what was going on.

We...... Won, we won?

Almost all the fleeing clan warriors had such a sentence in their hearts.

Clutching the bloody tomahawk in his hand, he looked at the relatives around him who were all looking at him, raised his right arm vigorously, gritted his teeth and held the tomahawk above his head.

Win!

When Edward, who turned over and dismounted, walked over, the Black Eagle Clan warriors around him who were still glaring at him were now with a little respect, and nodded slightly towards him, and Iska, who was biting his lower lip, took the initiative to step forward and stretched out his right hand.

With a slight smile, Edward immediately withdrew Bright Star from the scabbard and shook his hand tightly.

"We are willing to accept your help, noble friend of Turin - whatever you are for, you have saved us people. Despite his pride, Iska is a very frank man: "Without you, we would have had no end in life today." ”

"Accept your praise and friendship, but I also believe that you can defeat this group of enemies. Edward nodded—since the other party was already like this, he had to show favor a little: "The totem of the Black Eagle Clan will surely float again in the sky of the Eagle's Nest River Valley!"

"Thank you for the compliment. Iskar wiped the blood from her face and looked around with a sharp gaze: "But with all due respect, the current night owls are quite powerful, and they can't be easily defeated. ”

"Your warriors are brave and well-armed, but there are far more enemies than you might think - they are not just warriors of their own clan, and they are not so easy to defeat. Seeing Edward's confident smile, Iska couldn't help but speak: "If the warriors of the entire Eagle's Nest Valley gather, there will be tens of thousands of people!"

"Who told you that this is my entire army?" Edward smiled and shook his head at the other's unruly appearance, "Let's go to the camp and talk again, Lord Iskar." (To be continued.) )