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October in Haysting is a season of flowers dancing with fallen leaves.

The yellow leaves of the trees sprinkled all over the road, and the Niyemo flowers, which were in full bloom, swayed in the wind on both sides of the road, and the golden petals and the fallen leaves in the sky complemented each other, intertwined with the knight's armor and flew up and down, and there was a strange beauty in the life and withering relics.

These were the private soldiers of the princes from the nearby regions.

As Princess Sylvia's banner fluttered at the head of Elybrock, all the nearby princes or powerful people who were wondering about the future of the country turned their eyes to this small city.

Under Eric's command, Sylvia's declaration of war against the invaders was distributed everywhere, pointing the way to those who hated the invaders but didn't know what to do.

Although most of the powerful ones are still in a wait-and-see mode, some of the princes have already gathered their troops and horses and marched towards Eliblock, and gathered under the command of Princess Sylvia.

In response to this, the east gates of Eeriblok were open from day to night, devouring the clusters of armor that glittered in the light of day or fire, seemingly never satisfied.

"Below is Bongga, the lord of the Tajra Lord, who is here today in response to Her Highness Sylvia's resistance to the atrocities of the Wayne, and I ask your Highness to allow us to follow us around. ”

"Below, Silva, son of Lord Cankted Difoda, my father died honorably in battle against the invasion of the Wayne, and his territory was destroyed, and I hope to serve His Highness on behalf of my late father. Vows to kill all the Waynees. ”

......

Gehr watched as the lords below came to the high platform of the square with their private soldiers, and paid their respects to Princess Sylvia on the high platform. They proudly reported their names.

In this way, warriors from all over the world converged under Sylvia's command. The torso of this nascent regime is getting stronger and stronger day by day.

When Sylvia, dressed in special armor, stood in front of the stage, cheers erupted, like a wild tsunami that swept through the square. In the midst of the surging sounds, countless swords, guns, swords, and sticks pointed straight to the sky, and the sharpness of metal shone in the sun, forming a wave composed entirely of light.

"Long live Her Royal Highness Princess!"

"Long live Haysting!"

"The glory of the princess in military costume is unlimited!"

......

Sylvia, who can only be classified as a little girl, faces this scene that even adults can hardly restrain without any discoloration. She stood calmly in front of the stage, looking around at the countless faces of all kinds in the audience. There was no need for words at this time, Sylvia just quietly drew her saber and pointed it to the sky, and the pale golden light slanted down, encircling it like a golden statue, and for a moment it seemed to coincide with the statue of the former king who stood forever in front of the Kefilo Palace.

"Wow~~"

Suddenly, the sound in the square climbed to a new height.

"It's spectacular. ”

It was a girl with long silver hair who sighed, and then a black-haired goddess officer sitting in a wheelchair next to her responded with a smile: "It is indeed spectacular, this girl may bring us a new world." ”

With the smile of the goddess officer. The indescribable sense of magnificence like the cold moonlight reflecting on the surface of the lake flowed out, and the men not far away couldn't help but look at her a few more times. As a priest who served the goddess Ingrid, Carmelita was also a beautiful woman in life who attracted the attention of men.

Although Lucarine is also a wonderful woman, it is a pity to stay by Camerita's side. She also had to be reduced to a green leaf that set off the flowers.

"Perhaps we are on an important stage in history, and in the future we will be in the poetry sung by poets, just like the heroes of the past. Gehr, are you willing to take this stage, or what is your choice?"

The beautiful goddess turned her gaze to the stout figure in front of her and Lucarin. Her words also caught Lucarin's attention.

Gehr turned sideways, revealing half of his face that was not covered by the sun. The corners of his mouth pulled an arc, and he didn't speak, but chose to turn around and leave the high-profile platform from the back passage, without any memory.

Lucarine immediately hurried to follow.

After Gehr's figure moved away, another main character of this stage appeared in the eyes of the goddess officer. The man with heterochromatic eyes waited calmly behind the princess's side, but his flickering eyes showed that his emotions were not as calm as his face.

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The wind blowing through the forest road was like a sharp blade cutting through the dark night.

The middle-aged knight sitting on horseback felt a chill, and couldn't help but tighten the cloak on his shoulders against the weather that was starting to become a little unfriendly.

The knight's name is Manstantin, and he is the head of the Templar Order, an elite armed force directly under the Church of Slarkna, and it can be said that his status in the church is second only to Archbishop Bovey.

But even so, in this season that was strange to the soldiers from the Wayne Islands, he had to lead his knights on a journey for days to crusade against the sinners who were against the gods, although he was not willing to do it, it had nothing to do with emotions, but the timing was too bad.

Although the battle-hardened Knights' Captain had anticipated that it would not be an easy journey when he set out, when he actually embarked on the road, he realized that it was far more difficult than he had imagined.

Looking at the sky, the goddess Ingrid had covered herself with a thick velvet quilt, hiding her beautiful shadow in the endless black, and without her guidance, it was difficult for the marching people on the ground to see the road ahead, even if they lit torches.

It's been a long road.

Suddenly, the front line stopped, and a slight commotion spread from the front, awakening Manstantin, who was immersed in his thoughts.

"What's going on? Who told you to stop?"

Moving quickly, Manstandin soon reached the front of the line, questioning the soldiers.

"Your Excellency. You see, the bridge here is destroyed. ”

Manstantin looked in the direction the soldier was pointing. He found that there was a river about ten meters wide in front of him, cutting the road in front of him and his position in two, and the water was murmuring. In the dark night, only the sound of the water could be heard, and it seemed that it was not a good idea to rush down the river, and the wooden bridge that once connected the two lands had been reduced to wreckage.

"Find a suitable camping spot and rest tonight. Send someone to survey the depth of the river, and ask the scouts to follow the upstream and downstream to find a suitable crossing point, and then set off tomorrow morning. Manstantin calmly gave the order, which was immediately cheered by the soldiers.

Unlike the joy of the soldiers, Manstantin's heart was full of apprehension, contrary to the apparent calm.

This is not the first time that the road has been damaged on this expedition. This has been the case since they left Merzai, and it is clear that the heretics of Eeribrock have known about their action and have reacted as they should.

Five days, this is the time that Manstantin has already marched along this road with his soldiers. According to the pre-planned plan, they should have stationed troops under the city of Elybrock at this time, watching the infidels hide behind the weak city defenses and shiver, and then their sword of the god Slark will teach the pagans what faith is, and sweep through the Elybrock area in the shortest possible time. Bring this place back into the arms of the gods.

But what about the reality? That is, they have not been able to touch the side of Eeribrock until now, and due to all kinds of troubles along the way, they have only walked half the way, and when will the rest of the way be completed. Even Manstantin is at a loss.

Fighting is about to break out.

But not under the city of Elebrock, but in this vast sea of trees.

That's what Manstantin's keen sense of smell as a battle-hardened warrior told him.

He was convinced of it, too.

In fact, this is confirmed by the increasingly fierce scouts between the opposing sides. In the dark shade of the trees, every minute and every moment there is a possibility that a life is disappearing. Whether it's your own or your enemy's.

And Manstantin could often feel a pair of eyes staring at him, as if in the moment before the beast hunted. That wild ferocity and bloodthirsty anticipation is almost like substance.

If it were possible, Manstandin wanted to immediately lead his army back to Merzai, but he knew that this was impossible, and Archbishop Bovey's will weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he had no room to retreat, but to approach the dangerous enemy step by step.

All he can do is be ready to do everything he can to meet this challenge.

It's just that Manstantin doesn't know what the result is, especially after seeing the condition of some soldiers.

Poof!

A soldier collapsed abruptly on the side of the road.

Manstandin happened to see this scene, and walked over quickly, and saw that several soldiers had already helped the fallen soldier to his feet.

"How is he?" Manstantin asked.

"My lord, he is very sick and can't survive anymore. A soldier who looked some age replied.

Manstandin turned his gaze to the soldier, and saw that he seemed to be unconscious, his eyes were closed, his breath was short, and his cheeks were red.

"Let him go more easily and find a better place to bury him. With a seemingly casual admonition, Manstantin left the place.

This kind of behavior seems a bit cruel, under normal circumstances, they will find a better way to deal with it or more secretive, otherwise it will inevitably affect the morale of the army, but at this time Manstantin does not care, even the soldiers who witnessed it do not care.

That's a numbness.

For this is not the only case, during these five days' journey, this is already the twenty-sixth soldier who has fallen due to illness. The negative effects of the long march and the non-stop fighting were finally starting to emerge, and Manstantin knew that if there was not a good enough environment for the soldiers to adjust and recover, it would only increase.

He can barely survive on religious fanaticism, but Manstantin is not sure how long he can hold on.

"I can only hope to capture Eeribrok as soon as possible so that the troops can rest well. Manstantin looked at his soldiers with some apprehension, the Templar cavalry was fine. Their physical condition was originally the best part of these soldiers, although they were a little tired. But not as exhausted as the cavalry that had been transferred from the army of the Azure Lords.

Poof.

There was a soft sound behind him, and the smell of blood instantly became stronger. Then there was the sound of digging. The Grand Master of the Knights Templar paused, and left the place quickly, never looking back.

"How's the feedback from the scouts?"

Back in his tent area, Manstandin saw that his adjutant Souness was already waiting there. Due to the frequent confrontation with the scouts composed of local hunters on the Elebrock side, in order to ensure the safety of the march, Manstantin spread all the scouts in all directions with the army as the center, and established strict wartime information return regulations, each group of scouts must regularly relay their existing information to the rear. In order to avoid problems in some surveillance areas, the army will not be able to respond in a timely manner.

"Report to your lord, the reports of the 20th, 21st, and 22nd groups of scouts did not arrive on time, and several groups of scouts in the vicinity have approached that area, but there is no latest information yet. "Souness was a tall, lanky middle-aged man, and his tendencies were as strict and old-fashioned as the delicate mustache on his lips, and it was this personality that made him Manstantin's most relied on assistant.

"Open the map. ”

Under Manstandin's orders, two orderlies quickly found a map of the area. Take it to Manstantin's front and open it.

Looking at the shoddy map in front of him with large blank spaces, Grand Master couldn't help but stir up a wave of anger in his heart. Archbishop Bovey's mass book burning in the occupied territories resulted in the burning of many important books, including important maps.

This had a great impact on the future rule of the region. For example, if you want to go to a village in the future to collect taxes, how much tax can the village pay, how much labor and how much harvest does it have? It will only be washed into a blank field of occupation by that time. How can they continue to gain a foothold in this ruin?

On the other hand, people like Manstantin are now using troops against Elebrock. In the absence of relevant geographical information, Manstantin could only follow the main road, and did not dare to deviate much, just like the wooden bridge was destroyed today, and if there was detailed map information, Manstantin could easily find an alternative crossing point, and there was no fear of getting lost.

It's a pity that Manstantin didn't, so he had to rely on this shoddy substitute and the scouts' eyes.

Now this map was also improvised by the scouts at great expense, but there are still many areas that cannot be explored.

But now was not the time to think about the unpleasant thing, Manstantin suppressed his anger and began to mark the location of the lost scout team on the map.

"South, Soness, let the soldiers strengthen their defenses. Konstantin looked at the gap in a large surveillance net that appeared on the map from his pen and immediately gave the order.

"Yes......"

At this moment, the scream of breaking the air rushed into the eardrums of those present.

Konstantin's pupils tightened instantly, and a strong sense of danger filled his body, and then the sky was a dense fire point.

It was a raindrop of lit fire, not a sporadic harassment, but a salvo of hundreds of people!

The screams died away quickly, followed by a continuous stream of screams and fires rising from the ground.

"Enemy attack!"

The screams were cut off suddenly, and the rumbling boom overwhelmed all the noise, shaking people's hearts.

In the darkness, countless terrifying black shadows rushed into the range of the firelight.

Cavalry charge!

Manstantin, who was a cavalry commander by profession, immediately understood what this was, but it was too late, and the tail of the army was instantly broken by this sudden group of enemies.

A knight rushed to the front first, the long sword in his hand pulling out a dazzling brilliance in the air, and with these tracks, a puff of blood splashed like a spring, full of a cruel beauty.

The fire burst into flames, and everything was bright, and Manstantin's pupils were full of the long hair that danced with the knight, and they were all red under the reflection of the firelight, like blood and fire. (To be continued......)