Dark clouds as black as ink swept across the sky, and the gusts of wind of hunting blew through his ears, with a fierce aura and indescribable cruelty, and the smell of blood that seemed to have soaked the air made Edward's brow furrow, and his dark eyes looked towards the battlefield in the distance.

On the battlefield in the distance, the raging tide of the barbarians had already breached the walls of the fortress, and although the defenders tried their best to kill the troll that had crashed into the tower, they still couldn't change the tide of the battle, but only angered the enemy even more, and the roar of anger could still be heard clearly even from so far away.

If nothing else, the fall of the Fort in the Green Valley is only a matter of time before it falls - not to mention the fact that there are three trolls in the enemy, any of which could easily tear their fragile defenses to shreds!

Looking at the three terrible monsters, Edward's eyes slowly narrowed into a slit - even if he heard others talk about this kind of thing a thousand times, it was not as shocking as what he saw with his own eyes, and even felt a trace of fear!

That kind of monster is definitely not something that should live in this world, and Edward can even feel his own instinctive panic - even the most calm person cannot resist the panic and fear from the flesh, which is the fear of the unknown in nature.

"I didn't expect this to be my first battle in Hantu. Edward, who couldn't help but look at his trembling right hand as if mockingly, pressed the hilt of his sword fiercely and put his gaze back to the front: "It's really not a good start, it's not easy to win this battle." ”

"Then make this your first victory in the Vast Lands, Lord Edward Witwood. Ludwig Dorian whispered softly as he glanced behind him, "As your squire." If you want, I can take this victory for you!"

Yes. After little Goodwin left. Edward chose to let Ludwig take his place as his squire - although this guy didn't have any skills that a squire needed, and his only ability was to kill, but in some ways he was still valuable.

"The most fortunate thing I have now is that I didn't have Alan with me. Edward smiled lightly and waved at Ludwig, "This will make me feel less scrupled." ”

"Miss Allen wouldn't want to hear that. Ludwig, who was laughing, picked up the horn hanging from his neck and blew it vigorously, and the melodious and loud trumpet echoed across the land.

"Knights of the Sacred Tree, array—!!!" shouted a young knight holding a black tree flag on a white background, and under that banner, nearly a hundred hoplites immediately began to gather in line. The mounted spears in his hand were lined up behind Edward, and the military appearance was neat as if it were a group of blades made of steel, and the sharp guns flashed with a little cold.

Behind Edward, Ludwig raised another banner - Edward's coat of arms, a red cross flag on a black background, and also proudly straightened his waist, staring intently at Edward's slow pull out of the sword blade at his waist, pointing forward, the war horse neighed, and the battle flag hunted. Thunder!

"Charge-!!!"

The earth trembled.

On the flat wilderness, a white light and shadow spread out with the sound of a loud trumpet. The chaotic sound of horses' hooves rumbled like thousands of war drums, and under the black and white banner was a passionate sound, like an arrow off the string, galloping towards the flank of the barbarian army!

There were no slogans, no orders, the knights with their spears held high followed closely behind the black-haired knight, like tearing through a battleship with a strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, the fluttering flag had already appeared in front of all the soldiers on the fortress - the Knights of the Holy Tree!

The panicked barbarian warriors were unprepared at all, and the moment they saw the cavalry rushing in front of them, many barbarian warriors immediately roared loudly, gathering all the guys around them, and hundreds of barbarian warriors quickly gathered under a bloody leather banner, making noise and noise, and then rushed to the direction of the black tree flag on a white background and launched an attack!

The sound of loud trumpets, the roaring hooves of horses, the shaking of the earth, the bloody roar...... The thunderous cavalry "torrent" rushed head-on towards the raging "gray sea", and just a stone's throw away, the roaring barbarian warriors had already collided with the charging cavalry.

And then...... They know what a mistake they have made!

The roaring sound of horses' hooves and the cold light of the swords and spears stained the torrent of cavalry into blood in the screaming crowd, and only the muffled sound of the trembling heart could be heard, and all the sounds were suppressed. Rulin's cavalry spear was erected in front of the formation, tearing all the enemies who dared to stand in front of him to shreds!

The seemingly ferocious barbarian warriors were cut at will like pieces of paper in front of the charging Sacred Tree Knights, and they were separated like waves one by one, and the trampling and trembling of the war horses made all those who stood in front of them have only one scene - death!

The flying hooves of the horses trampled the enemy under their feet, the cold blades of the swords cut through all the fools in their way, and the heavy cavalry spears were like a passing wind, instantly knocking the attacking barbarian warriors to the ground!

With just one charge, hundreds of barbarian warriors were completely defeated by the charging Knights of the Sacred Tree - as if the hoplites who were driving away their fleeing prey had no intention of stopping, they rushed straight into the flank of the besieging army along the routed barbarian army, and the Sacred Tree Knights wielding their long swords drove away the enemies who were still scattering around them, and the screams were like a plague, and the blades that accompanied the knights' death spread extremely quickly.

"Knights of the Sacred Tree-" The horsehair on the armor on his head had been dyed red with blood, but Edward's face was still quiet as if he was enjoying afternoon tea, and he waved the long sword in his hand fiercely, and the blood splashed in mid-air danced into an arc, and a cruel smile gently raised from the corner of his mouth: "Charge-!"

"For the glory of the Knights of the Sacred Tree-!" Ludwig was the first to shout the slogan, and shouted almost in a rage, "For the flag bearer, Lord Edward Wittwood-!"

The fluttering black tree flag on a white background became a sharp knight's sword, tearing the entire barbarian army that was still besieging the city from the middle along the path of the moat from the mouth of the river bank on the flank, only at the beginning, there were still some barbarian warriors who could barely resist the attack of this banner, but it was as insignificant as a stone in the face of the turbulent waves!

One after another, the fierce and fierce barbarian warriors were trampled into the muddy ground by their war horses, turning them into a pile of flesh and blood that no one knew, and the roaring hoplites used the most ferocious tactics to teach these barbarians who saw them for the first time who were the real land overlords!

The menacing barbarians, in front of the heavily armed knights, can only end up being ravaged!

The snowy wilderness of the Far North, the fertile wilderness of the south, and the eastern part of the ancient sea - the spears and horses of the Knights of Turin have become the force to conquer most of the world, and the Knights of the Sacred Tree from the land of knights have made them truly understand the true power of the Kingdom of Turin to maintain its hegemony.

The rapid and loud charge was sounded again, and only nearly a hundred Knights of the Holy Tree were invincible in the barbarian army of thousands at this moment, wantonly slaughtering all the enemies in front of them as if they were in a no-man's land, no matter how many times the enemies in the army surrounded and intercepted them, the result was only the same end.

Roaring, shouting, wailing, roaring...... The main theme on the battlefield is being staged in another way at the moment, the barbarian army that was invincible just now, but at this moment can only flee in front of the black tree flag on a white background, there are screams and screams everywhere, and the entire battlefield can only see the flag that is still flying, declaring the invincible majesty and telling the entire Hantu a bloody thing.

Edward Witwood is here. (To be continued.) )