Despair, breakdown, panic, anger, despair...... Just standing still, Edward could see this in the eyes of the soldiers, the expressions they had given up, and the expressions that were already waiting for death.

Then, as they looked at the Chief Flag Officer with hopeful eyes, the black-haired knight uttered the truth they least wanted to hear in an almost calm tone: "We will not have reinforcements - we will not receive even a single knight, a reinforcement of a hundred-man army until Master Anson Marchelus has completely defeated the enemy's main force!"

"And I want to tell you that what is about to appear in front of us is the one who almost defeated the Battle Banner Legion that night, wiped out the Second Banner Regiment, and slaughtered the Feather Legion like a slaughtered animal, the Blue Wolf Grand Chief Asriel is the most elite and the core force of the entire Blue Wolf Clan, not those Central and Western Hantu tribes that have been defeated by us again and again, but the Blue Wolf Clan that really came out of the dark and terrifying Great Forest in the Eastern Hantu Forest!"

"I can tell you right now that if we are facing each other head-on, we have no absolute chance of winning even if we have equal forces - and our enemies will never fight us with equal forces, and each of you will have to fight against two, three or even four strong barbarian warriors who can kill a bear with their bare hands, and we can only rely on ourselves!"

"Are you ready?" Edward shouted, raising the star in his hand and pointing straight at the soldiers whose eyes were trembling, "Are you ready to die?!"

"What the hell is this bastard doing?!"

Robin, the little man who was already stunned, couldn't help but curse, staring at Edward who was still there roaring at the soldiers like he was watching a madman: "He doesn't know how far the morale of the Legion has fallen now, or is he crazy?!"

"Who knows, this guy was originally a madman. Shrell on the side said lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled: "But he must be a sober-minded madman." ”

If he weren't a madman, he wouldn't have single-handedly taken Fort Clarifolia. You won't go to the Twin Towers Fortress alone, and you won't cross the fortress and break into the eastern part of the land...... If he wasn't a madman, he wouldn't be Edward Witwood.

The purple-haired mercenary's gaze slowly turned to the blonde aristocratic lady who was standing next to her, her gaze calmly at Edward...... Or Wetwood's wife, her expression became a little strange.

Maybe she's right...... Edward Witwood was a standard madman, a demon in human skin. Never caring if he was alive or dead, he was always able to step into the pool of blood with a smile and smile at the monster that fought one enemy after another that drove him into a corner.

Knight, Savior, Savior...... These words have nothing to do with this black-haired and black-eyed guy, he is a monster, a monster who will take all those who are willing to believe in him, to kill, to plunder, to break the enemy into thousands of pieces, and to kill them all!

"Will you believe me?" faced the entire Left Legion. Edward asked, in an almost unquestioning tone, "Right here, right now, tell me—will you believe me?!"

"Do you want to believe this man, who is qualified to command you to fight the enemy - until you have a weak hand and a weak foot, until you breathe!" As he walked, Edward roared and glared angrily, "Would you like to believe this man, I can let you kill until the sword in your hand is broken!"

"Follow me, I don't guarantee that you'll live to see the sun rise tomorrow morning—I promise you only two things!" the black-haired knight roared in a voice of unmatched confidence, "First. Those damn blue wolf clan shreds, those barbarians in the east will never live to see the sun rise tomorrow. All of them will be buried with the dead brethren, and secondly, if there are still two battle flags left on the whole Eagle Fall Mountain by tomorrow morning, it will be us!"

The desolate sound of war drums came from the crumbling hilltops in the distance, and a black and oppressive haze appeared on the distant horizon, and the bloodthirsty roars and war drums almost drowned out all the sounds, piercing the ears of every legionnaire.

Look at the black line between the mountains. A roar full of wildness and bloodlust echoed in everyone's heart—everyone knew that everything Edward had just said was true, and that there were as many enemies as locusts, all of them barbarians who had come out of the dark and terrifying forest, and each of them a monster capable of killing a bear with his bare hands.

"Chief lieutenant Glynn Turn, told me that if the situation is critical, you can retreat. Because he doesn't think we have the slightest chance of winning, and I'm sure His Highness Anson thinks the same way. Edward said suddenly, raising the corners of his mouth and pointing his sword at the enemy on the hillside: "And I also believe that those barbarians, the great chief of the Blue Wolf Clan, Asriel, must think the same way!"

"We are outcasts, defeated remnants, expendables to hold back the enemy, waste at the touch of a button - that's what they want to tell us!"

"So tell me now, are you willing, are you willing to die here in such disgrace, are you willing to be an outcast and a waste in their eyes?!" Edward roared angrily, his hand holding the hilt of his sword trembling, "Or do you want them to see with their own eyes, how did they kill the enemy to the point of losing their armor?!"

"The Great Chief of the Blue Wolf Clan, Asriel is among them, among these enemies. The black-haired knight let out a long breath and laughed out loud, "Who wants to kill him with me?"

"Bang!"

I don't know which soldier was the first, and struck his shield with the hilt of his sword, breaking the original dead silence. In the tradition of the Kingdom of Turin, this action has only one meaning - to accept the challenge.

Soon, the messy tapping became more and more intense—chaotic at first, but soon became more and more uniform. The eyes, which were still full of fear, became more and more fanatical and excited.

Why?!

Why are we outcasts, why are we outcasts, and why...... Why...... On what basis do you think that we will definitely lose?!

Why can't we win?!

There was a force in the veins that seemed to be surging, and the heart was excited as if it was about to leap out of the chest. Edward, who turned around slowly, raised his head and looked at the black and oppressive army of the Blue Wolf Clan on the mountain, and the overwhelming sense of oppression came to his face, and even himself, who should have been the most calm, seemed to have become less stable.

Slowly opening his eyes, the black-haired knight who was somewhat distracted glanced at his side, and a goshawk was standing on top of the rubble, constantly struggling back and forth - it seemed that the wings were injured, and fell off several times.

On flat ground, an eagle cannot fly.

Slapping, struggling, chirping...... The wounded eagle tried his best, but remained in place, leaving its blood stains on the stones.

As soon as Edward withdrew his gaze, the goshawk slammed away the piece of rubble that held it up, spread its bloody wings, and swooped down on the hillside ahead.

The gray afterimage remained in Edward's eyes, and a long melodious sound sounded in his ears. The hurricane's goshawk had risen into the air, soaring into the sky like an arrow, tearing apart the remnants of the clouds that stood in its way, and people could only watch the shadow disappear into the distance.

At some point, a smile appeared on the corner of Edward's mouth - he slowly raised the bright star in his hand, and the blood cross behind him flew up like a flag.

"Forward - !!!" (To be continued. )