The blood wolf warrior Kaho roared excitedly, and the strange Turin man in front of him was already a corpse in his eyes, and the axe and gun in his hand had been raised.

Edward, who charged with a gun, seemed to have not seen him, there was no panic in his dark pupils, no excitement and excitement, as if he was dead and silent like an ancient well, calm as if he were a machine.

The galloping horses did not stop, the blood wolves with fangs and claws bared their fangs, and a cruel smile appeared on Kaho's lips - he had promised to let the Turin dogs carry the crosses back!

The wind was howling, and at the moment when both sides rushed to a distance of less than ten meters from each other, the burly blood wolf suddenly jumped up from the ground and swooped down towards Edward, who was still charging!

"Die, Turin Dog—!!!"

With a bloodthirsty roar, the fanged blood wolf attacked with the same roar, the heavy axe gun about to fall - with a single axe, he could chop the damned Turin dog into meat sauce from the middle!

In an instant, it seemed that there was no time to rein in the horse's reins, and the ferocious beasts and barbarian warriors were already rushing towards them...... The corners of Edward's mouth curled slightly, and he suddenly grabbed the spear in his backhand, and threw it suddenly into the air with the inertia of the charge, and in a short moment, the silver tip of the spear only left a momentary afterimage, and that incomparably terrible roar.

"Roar!" the beast's instinct made the blood wolf in mid-air want to dodge, but there was no room for maneuver in this short distance—the spear of two and a half meters seemed to shoot an arrow piercing its thick fur.

With a low wail, the huge black figure was thrown out and fell into a cloud of mud - Kaho, who jumped down in a hurry, didn't even have much chance to react, and his almost beastly instinct made him throw away the axe and gun in his hand at once, and the whole person rolled and stood on the ground.

However, before he could stand firm, the unparalleled sense of humiliation and anger had already made the blood wolf warrior crawl up. It roared as if it was really a monster, and its eyes were filled with blood!

I—I was defeated by a Turin dog—a mere Turin dog?!!

"Die, you bastard—" Kaho pulled out his axe from his waist as if he had gone berserk, and rushed towards Edward Wittwood, who was still on his horse and stared at him coldly.

But there's no chance...... Kahoe only saw Edward throw something from his right hand, not even a shadow. By the time he could react, a sharp knight's sword had pierced his neck, leaving only the hilt still stuck on the outside - the burly Blood Wolf Warrior struggled a few times and fell into the mud like a leaky rag bag.

Almost at that moment, all eyes converged on the blade of the sword in the black-haired knight's hand, and after a moment of dead silence, all the Turin knights cheered excitedly - the blood wolf cavalry who had just been screaming and fighting was lost one by one, their eyes widened in disbelief, and the blood wolves below them were even desperately trying to escape. After seeing the wolf killed, these monsters were no different from animals.

"God bless Turin—!" Lepinus shouted with all his might, and all his worries and fears were swept away, and he waved his broadsword vigorously: "For the sake of the dead brothers, for the sake of Lord Edward Wittwood, kill them all-!!!"

"God bless Turin-!!!" The knights, who had suffered heavy casualties, regained their courage, raised their swords and raised their broken shields, and launched a counterattack against the blood wolf cavalry, who had lost their fighting spirit. The situation is in a hurry!

"Poof!" Pulling the blade out of the corpse with force, Edward didn't even linger for long. The black-haired knight who galloped on his horse blocked the oncoming javelin and rushed straight to Lerbinus's side: "Gather all the cavalry, and we will retreat!"

"Retreat?!" the chief centurion wiped the blood from his face, and in addition to surprise in his eyes, there was endless anger: "They killed so many of our brothers, is that all?!"

"We're here to investigate, and now we've achieved our goal. Edward interrupted him directly: "If you don't want the brothers who just died to die in vain, retreat immediately - you can take revenge whenever you want!"

“...... Yes!" Repinus, who was struggling, still chose to obey the order. He blew the horn hanging on the saddle and raised the swallow-tailed flag spear in his hand: "Battle Flag Regiment, retreat, retreat!"

Unwillingness, anger, fear...... All sorts of emotions were transmitted in the hearts of every cavalryman, and the heart-rending shouts left the enemy to the brethren who had been cut off. The struggling heart made them not even dare to look back at the scene of the bloody robes being devoured by the enemy one after another, and galloped away on their horses.

The mournful sound of the horn lingered in mid-air for a long time, and Edward, who rushed to the front, could hardly see the extreme—not because of an ambush, but because the encounter in front of him made him quite worried about the situation on the other side of the barracks.

Even this war tribe that has taken refuge in Berion is so "loyal" to this so-called blue wolf clan, so can the warriors of other tribes still die for themselves?

Although Edward promoted many of the auxiliaries who had survived the defense of the Twin Towers to full-fledged legionnaires when it came time to replenish his forces, the huge gap still forced him to fill in the more than 2,000 barbarian warriors, nearly a third of the entire legion, and if they rebelled and the others were not prepared, the result would have been disastrous!

Since they had gone to great lengths to ambush themselves, it meant that the Blue Wolf Clan had already prepared, and it was not known how many barbarian armies would await their arrival on the road ahead - 10,000, 50,000 or more, or would they march to the southeast corner after they had destroyed themselves?

Edward's Lebinus was equally silent, and he was still blaming himself for the brothers who had left behind him—for the first time he had let someone else die for him. The pain of the past, the sacrifice of his father, all tormented the heart of the chief centurion.

The Banner Regiment's barracks are stationed on a natural platform between the hillsides – the terrain is difficult to protect against enemy raids, and the water that melts down the mountain provides clean drinking water and hygiene. No matter where you set up camp, water is the most important thing.

However, just before they could reach the barracks, the whole cavalry stopped on the rough path, and stopped between a field and a hill.

Edward's gaze grew more and more solemn, and in his dark eyes were large swaths of dead corpses—blood mixed with silt overflowing the ground like streams, and hundreds of corpses mingled together while lying on their stomachs, from barbarian warriors to soldiers of the Banner Legion.

Just as he was approaching the mountain, Edward also found a fallen cavalryman, clutching a swallowtail flag tightly in his hand, a slight blood on his gray cheeks, apparently having just died, and a strong smell of blood in the air, which lasted for a long time.

Despite a cursory glance, Edward recognized the horseman as the one sent back by Lessinus, and the young horseman still had a horn in his hand, proving that he had not forgotten to alert the surrounding warriors before he was killed.

All this alone has already sketched a cruel scene in the eyes of all the cavalry: the cavalry who returned urgently sounded their horns after being killed, and the patrols that arrived after them were also unable to stop the enemy, and all of them died in this place, while the enemy had already followed the direction and found the location of the Battle Banner Legion!

"This is supposed to be a patrol coming down the mountain, or it was sent out to pick it up—about eighty men, exactly the number of a hundred. Liberus couldn't help but speak, turning his gaze to Edward, "I'm afraid they're just going to come and meet us, Lord Witwood." ”

"We must return to the barracks at once!" said Edward, as if to Lebinus, and as if to say to himself, "Something must have happened!" (To be continued.) )