As the sky darkens, the cool breeze of the midsummer breeze blows through the shade of the trees and the river in the mountains, and it is quiet and quiet, more comfortable and tranquil than the softest silk.

Asriel Marcherus, riding a blood wolf, slowly climbed the hillside, and looked into the distance from the cliff through the back of the blood wolf, and in his dark eyes, another steep and straight mountain was reflected, Eagle Fall Mountain.

Towards evening, Anson Marchelus finally arrived at Eagle's Fall with his two remaining legions, and soon set up near the mountains and valleys, erecting wooden fences and tents, and raising one after another swallow-tailed flags and various Turin battle flags on the slopes and foothills of Eagle's Fall.

At this point, the entire army of tens of thousands of people in Hantu City had gathered in the canyon at the northern foot of this small iron cliff mountain—these people were the entire power of the Kingdom of Turin in Hantu.

Asriel, who was standing on a nameless cliff opposite, swept his gaze over the peak of Eaglefall Mountain—the entire army of Hantu City was in full view of the positions and barracks. Despite the hastiness of the arrangement, it can be seen that the whole front is clearly layered, with the positions of the five legions and the lines they are responsible for, the trenches and wooden fences and horse-repellent piles that are vertical and horizontal, and the ballistas, trebuchets, arrow towers, and earthen walls erected at dangerous points on the hillside......

Even in the wilderness, the people of Turin know how to protect themselves, and use all means to build simple "castle fortresses", compared to the Blue Wolf Clan Settlement Camp, it looks more like a migrating tribe, or a migrating tribe, except for the first few settlements where the clan's most elite warriors are concentrated. All of the back is a mix of clans and samurai. There is no difference at all.

The warriors of these war tribes. They only take up arms when they need to fight - they are farmers, herdsmen, and hunters, busy with the survival of their clans and tribes.

For the Hantu people, it makes no difference whether it is fighting enemies, grazing or hunting, all of which are means of survival - the barren and cold Hantu Highlands make everyone who lives here have to fight for their lives in order to survive, and it is precisely because of this that Hantu has the strength to fight in front of the Kingdom of Turin.

If he defeats this cousin Anson, will he have to fight his father Berion to the death...... Asrael couldn't help but think about it. A helpless but slightly expectant smile rose on his face. Perhaps it was because of such a father that he knew far more about the kingdom of Turin than the clan leaders of all the war tribes, and knew more about the horrors of this kingdom.

casually took a wine bag from his lower back, and the sweet wine flowed down his throat and into his body, making the black-haired boy's cheeks a little swollen, and a little more drunk.

Even if they took Hantu City, they would definitely not be the match for the entire Turin Kingdom - even if they wiped out five legions, they could gather ten, twenty, or more at any time. The territory of the Kingdom of Turin is dozens of times that of Hantu City, or even nearly a hundred times larger. Their material resources and manpower are not comparable to those of Hantu.

Is...... Unwillingly, the drunken-eyed Asriel looked out at the Iron Cliff Mountain in the dark night in the distance—if the brave warriors of the tribe knew about it. No matter how desperate they tried, they wouldn't be the match for the Turines, so it must be too cruel for them to accept, right?

But the reality is so cruel...... Asriel took a large sip of the fuchsia drink, and there was a little more determination in his originally cold gaze.

"Great Chief, the leaders of all the tribes have arrived. The blue wolf warrior in the skin of a bloody wolf stood behind the cliff and stood there respectfully: "They are waiting outside the big tent. ”

"Alright then, let's go back. Asriel smiled slightly, and turned around unhurriedly on the blood wolf, "You can't make them wait too long, can you?"

"If it was for you, they could wait three days and three nights. There was a hint of mockery on the face of the blue wolf warrior, and his posture was still extremely respectful: "In front of the king of the earth, no matter how powerful the leader is, he must bow his head!"

"They all know that only you can defeat the people of Turine, conquer the city of Mirand, and become the true king of the Mirador - only you are the true King of the Turine!"

"What about you?" Asriel asked with a smile, "Do you believe that I can defeat the Turineites and conquer the Vast Land?"

"Even if the blood is drained, your humble servant will never doubt this. The Blue Wolf Warrior knelt in front of the Blood Wolf: "You are the one chosen by the ancestral spirit of the Blue Wolf Clan to become the King of the Han Land, and the Blue Wolf Clan will definitely rule the entire Han Land!"

Looking at that fanatical face, the black-haired boy found that he couldn't even say a word, so he just nodded: "Let's go, this battle is not over yet." ”

............ "This battle is far from over!"

The little prince, clad in a bright flaming goshawk, strode into the Legion's tent at the top of the Eagle's Fall Mountain—when he arrived, he made the barracks of the Banner Legion his quarters, and handed over the tent of the Guards Legion to the chief lieutenant General Green Turn.

This was not only for the convenience of command, but also a considerable honor and recognition of the Battle Banner Legion - to be able to raise the heraldic banner of the royal family of Marchelus was a great honour for any knight, and an absolute confidence in his loyalty.

Although the stubborn Anson did not say anything, he already knew when he saw the camp of the Banner Legion that Edward had paid for holding this place - and in addition to the honor, the little prince took all the rewards that Edward had given to the legionnaires without even blinking an eye, and promoted the chief centurion Repinus to knight for all the sacrifices he had made in resisting the attack of the Blue Wolf Clan.

As a result, Liberus had the power to go into the tent and participate in meetings with all the generals and knights - not so much because Anson and Greene Turnne valued his experience more, and as the chief centurion of the front, he had even more say in the enemy's combat effectiveness than Edward.

Looking at the pairs of eyes around him as if he were looking at the lucky ones, the chief centurion was calm - he knew that he had been able to obtain the title of knight purely because His Royal Highness the Duke of Hantu City wanted to compensate Lord Witwood. Otherwise, among so many people who have made great achievements in this battle, he is the first to be enthroned and rewarded?

"The Battle Banner Legion captured and then defended the Eagle's Fall Mountain, earning us the capital to confront the Blue Wolf Clan - but that doesn't mean we can hold the Iron Cliff Mountain, it's not that simple!" Anson's eagle-sharp eyes swept across his face: "The enemy's casualties are still insignificant, and the head of that bastard called Asriel has not yet been stuck in the tip of the gun!"

"This is not a battle that can be ended in a few days, in a few battles - the enemy is not that simple. But in the same way, we don't need to think of them as too powerful, they are also human beings, not ghouls and fangs, they will hurt when they are injured, they will also die if their heads are cut off, and it is more important to recognize the nature of the enemy than to defeat them!"

Looking at the little prince who was speaking generously, Green Turn, who was standing at the back of the crowd, had a little more relief on his face - Anson, who was once naïve and impulsive, has really grown up and begun to understand that he must face the enemy squarely and value the enemy at the same time, and this alone has improved a lot.

The fact that he was able to not be defeated in the two blows before and after, but became more and more courageous, is enough to prove how stubborn the little prince's character is—the blood of the knights of the Markeraus family flows in his body.

"Therefore, we must find out the strengths of the enemy, and of course their shortcomings - we must be here, let the Blue Wolf Clan drain their blood, and bury all these 300,000 barbarians here!" The little prince's expression was incomparably firm: "Let the war tribes of the land of Handi dare not rebel against Turin again for a hundred years!" (To be continued.) )