Flags of war fluttered and burned in the midst of the wilderness, mourning horses fell in the endless wilderness, knights clutched their broken swords in their hands, and a short spear stuck in their chests had long since turned into corpses.

And in the wilderness, countless Turin soldiers threw off their armor and scattered on the battlefield like a tidal wave, not even the battle flags and their respective weapons, and scattered in the direction of the north like headless flies, and the mountains were full of fleeing warriors, and the miserable sound of trumpets had long been drowned out by the crowd!

Knights, centurions, infantrymen, auxiliaries...... All the warriors discarded their weapons and banners, and they were slaughtered without any difference, like cattle slaughtered by the enemy, even if they bowed their heads and knelt down and pleaded, the result would not change.

The knights and well-trained hoplites, once proud of the Kingdom of Turin, were vulnerable to the tsunami of the barbarian armies - only a few quarters of an hour later, the phalanx of infantry standing in the first array was annihilated, one hundred after another was scattered and crushed, and the bloody infantry was torn to pieces.

And when the knights were assembled to charge and try to turn the tide, they encountered an enemy they had not expected at first - hundreds of barbarian warriors riding blood wolves, and the trolls annihilated all the knights of the entire legion, from the knight chief to the squire, and none of them survived!

Even the infantry standing at the back of the banner collapsed when they saw the fluttering flag fall - more than two thousand hoplites were slaughtered, and then the rest either surrendered or fled for their lives, but the result was the same, the barbarians had no intention of taking in the prisoners, let alone letting any of the Turin soldiers return alive.

"Give me a bloody fight to the end, and attack you cowards!" the officer commander wore a brightly colored coat. Wielding his golden sword, he yelled at the soldiers who were still fleeing for their lives, but his voice was drowned out by the screams and wails of the barbarians, and the faces of the strugglers were full of expressions of fear: "Attack, attack—death to those who retreat!"

"My lord, retreat quickly!" The flag bearer behind him desperately tugged at the reins of his horse: "Otherwise, we will be all finished!"

"Is there any good result for us to go back now-how many soldiers are still alive, a thousand or two thousand?" the regimental commander looked puzzled: "Let me go back like this." What good could it be to be hanged, you say!"

"Charge, fight to the end, for the sake of His Highness Anson Markerus!" the grief-stricken and desperate Legion Commander once again raised his battle flag and roared in mourning: "God bless Turin-!"

"God bless Turin—!!!," shouted the last hundred or so guards behind him in the same despair, and launched a final charge like crucian carp swimming upstream in the river.

The barbarian warriors, who were still chasing the deserters, soon noticed this sudden "cavalry team", smiled hideously, and pounced on it with long-handled axes and throwing spears.

No one saw how the Legion Commander died, only to discover his armor during the final cleaning of the battlefield. The gilded and sterling silver buckles had been knocked off by the barbarian warriors with their battle axes, the sapphire ring had been torn off their fingers, and the already cold bones had been torn to shreds.

A pure black blood wolf lay on the top of the hillside, its scarlet eyes swept through the barbarian army that was still struggling to fight, but it was only **** fangs without any movement, staring at the hundreds of cavalry who were still stubbornly resisting at the end were silently devoured, and the hunting flaming goshawk flag fell down violently......

"Won. With a slight sigh, the young Blue Wolf Grand Chief Asriel threw a swallowtail flag in his hand to the guards behind him: "Let the warriors cheer." We've defeated the people of Turine!"

The black-haired boy's face was full of lazy and inappropriate looks, but several of the guards were already too excited to help themselves. Holding the swallowtail flag captured from the enemy, he rode a slightly thin blood wolf to the bottom of the mountain: "Long live the blue wolf clan, long live the great Great Chief Asriel, we have won-"

"Long live the great Great Chief Asrael—!!!"

The whole hillside was filled with the cheers of the tsunami, and the excited barbarian warriors were ecstatic to wave their battle axes and spears in their hands, and their faces were full of tears. Screaming until his throat was hoarse.

Once upon a time, the Duke of Hantu City was a nightmare for almost all war tribes and Hantu clans, once upon a time, the moment when he heard the roar of horses' hooves was the moment of death and despair, and even the best clan leader could not say that he could defeat a Turin legion, let alone a fairly elite legion.

It was made up of knights and elite hoplites. One of the five most elite legions in Hantu City, the "Feather Legion", when Berion was the Duke of Hantu City in the past, this legion had swept away the war tribes entrenched in the southeast corner more than once, and the blood and tears left behind could even turn into a long river!

But today, this once "blood-lied" army was so easily defeated, how could they not be ecstatic?!

But Asriel never smiled a little bit from beginning to end, just watched the barbarian warriors cheer as if they were crazy, as if they were watching a group of ignorant fools celebrate.

What was the result of winning this battle? Twice or three times the strength of the opposing side, the decisive charge of six trolls, and the blood wolf cavalry of the Blue Wolf Clan, plus the surprise assault and wave charge - it would be desperate to not win with so many advantages.

And after gathering such troops, it still took considerable casualties to defeat a legion, not the most elite guard legion of the Duke of Hantu City, what is there to be happy about in this kind of thing - can a dog catch a mouse be proud?

On the contrary, what Asriel saw was that after he had gathered 300,000 barbarians, he still did not have a real overwhelming advantage over the Duke of Anson, and any mistake would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, the young Great Chief of the Blue Wolf laughed out loud - in any case, this battle was won by himself, and it was a good incentive for those war tribes who had been annihilated by the Turineites again and again, and who were deeply feared by the Turines, and it could also increase their chances of final victory.

And just as there was a cheer, and the black-haired boy was about to walk down with a smug smile, a hurried blue wolf warrior ran over and said something in his ear, and the smile on Asriel's face immediately became extremely cold!

"When?"

"Just two days ago, the leader of the Turin people may have crossed the dense forest, and instead of heading to the southeast corner, he turned around to the Iron Cliff Mountain!" the blue wolf warrior's expression was extremely sad and indignant, as if he was still suppressing his anger: "I'm afraid it's already here." ”

"I see. Asriel's gaze was as calm as water: "Go down and let the servants get you something to eat and drink." ”

"Thank you for your generosity, but your humble servant wants revenge even more!" With a little reluctance, the blue wolf warrior turned away, and pushed away the guys who were still smiling and cheering around him rather rudely.

Asriel let out a long sigh, first Gracchus, then Kaho - if he had only thought of Edward as a madman, now this guy is quite a madman!

Iron Cliff Mountain...... The Great Chief of the Blue Wolf was a little unpredictable, holding his chin and swaying his eyes from side to side, a bad premonition suddenly came to his heart, and reason told him that this guy named Edward was only a few thousand people, and in terms of strength, even the Feather Legion that had just been eliminated by himself was stronger than him, and it was not a threat at all, at most it would be more troublesome.

But I always had this thought in my heart - if I lost this gamble, maybe it was because of this Edward Witwood! )

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