His body was riddled with feathered arrows, at least twenty of them, one of which pierced his neck, which had lost half of his shoulder armor, and became a fatal wound.

There are more than one piece of broken armor, arms, lower abdomen, and thighs, and it can be said that there is no complete piece of armor on his body, and it is not surprising that the originally well-made armor has become like this after dozens of hours of tragic fighting.

It's like the white wounds on his body, which are not so much killed by the enemy as the last drop of blood is drained.

But the knight did not fall, and even though his body was cold, he remained in his last position, his hands clenching the hilt of his broadsword, the blade stuck in the chest of a steppe man.

The corpses of the steppe people lay all around, and he stood at the very top of this hill of hundreds of enemy corpses, and he did not take a step back until he died.

The blade of the sword was densely covered with small gaps, but it could be seen that the sword had been well maintained, and there was not a single trace of rust on it, even though he might never need it again, but he still maintained good habits.

His face was round with angry eyes, and his mouth was half open, as if he were roaring angrily, telling the steppe people to get out of his hometown.

But Philip knew that this was not his hometown, because he was supposed to be a native of the imperial capital.

William de Blazer, former commander of the First Brigade of the Demon Tiger Division of Villadi City, Viscount of the Empire, and heir to the Blazer family, the former feud of the Snape family.

Because of a terrorist explosion involving a large amount of contraband, he was relieved of military duty two years ago, forced to put down his sword, deprived of all honors, and returned to his hometown to become a farmer, even the town's security team rejected him.

This is the result of the failure of the power struggle, and it is already good to be able to save the life of the family, at least the Wild Lion family has not been wiped out.

Since the imperial capital can't go back, let him fend for himself in this town.

Even if all the officials of the empire would talk about such a big man who fell from the top of the peak, and even have a little pity, they would never have the slightest relationship with him.

But no one can deny that becoming the number one brigade commander of the Demon Tiger Division in Vera Di City as an outsider shows how good this man should be.

Philip hasn't paid attention to the follow-up since Brad took over the follow-up two years ago, but he didn't expect to see this legendary man for the first time and for the last time on such an occasion today.

At the last moment, this man who should have been decadent and destitute put on the armor that had long been sealed, took up his weapon again, and became the mainstay of this local battle.

According to the surviving militiamen, from the first day he stood on the not very tall city walls and fought without sleep for three whole days until the last moment of his life.

After the timid town lord had abdicated his responsibilities and taken refuge in the fortified lord's mansion, it was this man who stepped forward and took his son and a few servants to hold on to the position that did not belong to him.

He killed many steppe people and saved many townspeople, and if it weren't for his existence, this town with a population of less than 60,000 would have been in ruins.

And his son, Steven, who was also blonde and handsome, was lying not far behind him, with a little stubble on his green chin, and his originally decadent eyes seemed to have regained a trace of vitality, but unfortunately his body was already cold, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.

Philip didn't know if it was the hero's dormant, but he preferred to believe that the father and son had made this their hometown their own, and that they were fighting for their homeland.

Looking at that young, pale face, Philip suddenly felt like a bad person, and even though he knew it was just a moment of sentimentality, he still got down on one knee and closed his eyes for this once proud enemy.

At this moment, a pair of small cold hands held his cheeks and rubbed them carefully.

"They are warriors, men of the Empire, just like the rest of the Southeast. Sophia whispered, as if she had noticed the coldness of her hands, and she embarrassedly snorted the heat with her mouth and held it up again.

Philip looked at the beautiful face in front of him, felt the temperature of his palm, and smiled: "Yes, they are southeasterners, and they are real heroes." ”

He held the girl's hand tightly, cleaned the snow from the other party's head, and then put the hood on, this feeling of being cared for was really good, especially at this time, this occasion.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to hold the other party in his arms and kiss the bright red and warm lips.

Even though the town lord who was greedy for life and afraid of death tried his best to invite the princess to the lord's mansion to rest, Sophia still refused, and she would not even have the patience for a little nobleman who was destined to die.

I don't know if this seemingly fat-brained town lord will commit suicide out of fear to apologize, but there is still a big drama waiting for them in the city of Galoste, 300 kilometers away.

As the boyfriend of the nationally known princess of the Empire, Philip's mission now is to accompany Sophia to clear the remnants of the grasslands while walking towards the southeastern core to meet the intrigues and turbulent waves there.

At this moment, the southeast capital of Galoste City is not a tiger's den in Longtan, in fact, the whole city is shrouded in a strange atmosphere, like a powder keg that can explode at any time, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment.

All sorts of gossip spread and people were terrified, but in fact it was fortunate not to be threatened by any war.

Except for the families of those who sacrificed their soldiers, it seems that this war has little to do with the city, and the people here are even interested in caring about the intrigues and gossip scandals of those powerful people, but they have no idea how many people have died bravely for their peace and stability.

It is a good thing that he has not been ravaged by the war, but at this moment, the Grand Lord of Carrost, Marquis Levinson of the Hurricane Legion, does not think so, he would rather have the steppe soldiers come to the city, and he and his Hurricane Legion will come to such a battle, and completely restore the prestige of the Hurricane Legion with a victory.

It would be even more perfect if the number of steppe people was only a few hundred thousand, and he could easily win at a small cost.

Unfortunately, when he was completely prepared, he found that the steppe people were not as stupid as they looked, but harassed more than a dozen large and small towns in the entire southeast, and avoided any city with tall walls.

Turning a blind eye to the plight of the three major military cities and even contributing to the troubles was approved by the entire Carrostrian aristocratic community, especially the Grand Lord of the Southeastern Province, Duke Bob Stanton, which represented the political needs of the entire Carrostrian City, and even half of the southeastern aristocracy.

Thinking back to more than half a month ago, when he swore to send two divisions directly under the Hurricane Corps and two divisions with titles to rush to the front line to build a second steel defense line in the central region, the entire Galoster nobles and nobles were singing praises for him.

Even Duke Bob Stanton, an old rival for many years, licked his dark old face, and did not have the courage to scold him for his overstepping move of standing half a step forward except for a slight smile like muscle cramps.

The entire Levinson family reached its peak of prestige in Carroste, as if he had replaced the Stanton family as the true ruler of the Southeastern Province.

He still remembered the cheering crowds that lined the streets, with flowers and wine, and the nobles praising this mighty and majestic army with the warmest and most sincere words, and at that moment Perry Sr. really felt that the day was not far off when the Levinson family would be promoted to hereditary dukes.

But the beautiful scene is like a mirage, just a flash and then disappear.

When Old Perry learned of the bad news that shocked the entire continent, even with his city government, it was difficult to suppress the coolness and fear that emanated from the bottom of his heart, especially since he heard such bad news twice in just half a day.

Although Old Perry is also a half-life horse, although he has not really experienced any big battles, the Levinson family still has the background, and Old Perry himself is extremely proficient in military affairs.

So he couldn't figure out what had caused this nightmarish fiasco, and when the weak steppe people had become so cunning and powerful.

In addition to the timely briefing of the situation by Peterson of the 1st Division, what happened to the other team, why did it disappear into the vast wilderness out of thin air, and most importantly, whether his own son, Ron, the only orthodox heir to the Levinson family, was dead or alive.

Even if this son is unlearned, even if he does not show a little interest and talent in military affairs, for any nobleman, a lineage is the most valuable wealth.

It wasn't until the massacre in Ferretti City was confirmed that the elder Perry fainted in full view of everyone, allowing everyone to see his frailty and old age hidden under the opulent exterior.

These people didn't even talk to each other, they just looked at each other, and they already had a tacit understanding.

Everyone knows that the Levinson family is over, two massacres, two cities, more than a dozen towns, millions of people, four elite divisions, such heavy losses, not to mention the hinterland of the empire, and even the border towns that have been fighting for years have not been heard of for hundreds of years.

This is only a direct loss, not to mention the near-destitute predicament of the previous three major military cities and the destruction of Brando, whether it is the loss of soldiers killed in battle, the people who died in the war, or the astronomical economic losses caused by this, after all the dust has settled, someone must be responsible for this, and the weight of this person or family must be enough.

So the elder Perry, who woke up from his coma, was horrified to find that he was isolated, and not only did nearly eighty percent of the aristocratic gatherings close the doors to him, but even his invitation was ignored.