Chapter 5

The sad wind in late autumn is getting colder and colder, but it can't quench the burning desire to kill.

At the edge of the wilderness plain, the sound of horses' hoofs continued like thunder. From a distance, two small cavalry seemed to collide with each other like two torrents of steel. The sound of long guns breaking, the sound of armor hitting and the noise of horses' hoofs played a beautiful war movement.

Cooper rushed into the enemy cavalry first, his long gun had pierced the two enemies, hung on the gun head like a broken doll, and the thick blood dyed his body red along the lock armor.

In the twinkling of an eye, two iron cavalry crossed and gathered silently after leaving their crushed bodies. The resounding sound of Horseshoes shook the earth, and the tragic momentum became stronger and stronger.

The flames of war were burning, and the cavalry rushed into it like moths, turning into wisps of ash.

Beyond the broken bones under his feet, dreus's rebellious eyes focused on the battlefield intertwined with blood and glory and walked forward.

The black Tomahawk made deep marks on the grass as it moved forward. The thick chains on the handle of the axe rang, and a bloody and violent atmosphere filled the surroundings.

[kill all sides]!

Near the cavalry battlefield, dreus suddenly waved his axe around him. The sound of chains was like the neighing of wild animals. The shining axe blade tore up solid armor, killed all the enemies within the range of the axe, and left clear red axe marks.

The cry of fear and despair resounded through the battlefield, a large number of vigorous life breath disappeared like smoke and clouds, and the overflowing blood accumulated into a stream, flowing on the plain grassland.

Just an axe, the iron thorn cavalry with high morale was defeated like a mountain. The figure as terrible as a demon filled the frightened eyes, and the humble soul trembled unceasingly.

Out of the corner of Cooper's eye, he saw the changed situation at the moment, tried his best to reverse the dismounted horse, and shouted, "scarlet shield, charge!"

"Scarlet shield, charge!"

The remaining young cavalry sounded the horn of charge again. They had no time to wipe off the blood on their faces, clenched their cold long guns and rushed fearlessly to the iron thorn cavalry.

The dawn of victory appeared slowly like dawn, and the flames of war burned to the ashes.

This is the power of extraordinary professionals, which can change the pattern of small-scale combat, or the trend and result of local war.

Without the existence of dreus, tonight's killing may be another situation, and the loser's end will be more cruel.

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The cold autumn wind floated under the night, and the strong smell of blood filled the dilapidated camp. Torn flesh and blood wrapped in pale bones, blood flowing on inverted broken weapons, and the painful groans of war horses could be seen everywhere.

The battle is over.

The bright moon hanging at night hides the clouds. It seems that it can't bear to see the cruelty of the battlefield. Even the light of the campfire is slightly dim.

Modrian looked at everything in front of him indifferently. No one knew the waves in his heart. This was the first real battle he had experienced.

The collision between cavalry, the silent harvest of life, the overflowing blood shining like roses, and the scenes that happened, modrian looked on so quietly, as if he should.

However, for dreus's almost invincible display of strength, modrian's heart is full of excitement and increasingly looks forward to the system.

Only dreus is so powerful, there are more heroes waiting for his call, and perhaps more unknown things.

Da! Da! Da!

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded, modrian looked up, and dreus's burly figure came into view. The rich smell of blood filled his side, which was the glory of killing.

"Lord modrian!"

Dreus bowed slightly and silently guarded beside modrian, as if he were not the same person as the God of war bathed in blood. At this time, dreus converged his domineering momentum and returned to the sleeping lion.

Modrian stood where he was and looked into the distance. The young cavalry who survived the battle were cleaning the desolate battlefield. The order had been issued. There was no need for any prisoners. The wounded enemy was executed on the spot.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the waiting time was not too long. Cooper appeared with firm steps. His once steady face was covered with blood and a trace of sadness.

"Lord modrian, all incoming enemies have been eliminated!" Cooper knelt on one knee, holding a frightened head in his right hand, stained with blood.

"This is the traitor Milne Gavin. He secretly leaked our trace. I have executed him!"

Modrian didn't seem to hear the change of address. From his respect for the nobility to his recognition of strength, he calmly glanced at the familiar head, which seemed to be a knight apprentice responsible for the logistics of the cavalry team.

Betrayer? It seems that my brother is really careful and never misses any detail that can change the situation.

Modrian's brown pupil flashed a deep sense of killing. The murderer would kill him forever. When he had enough revenge power, he would not forget the "gift" given by the other party.

"How are the casualties?" modrian asked, suppressing his inner desire to kill.

"Eight people were killed and four injured. I have arranged for burial on site, and the injured partner will not affect tomorrow's trip."

Cooper's tone was heavy, and there was sadness after the war. His friends who once talked and laughed about the wind had turned into a pile of dead bones and buried in the wilderness. Maybe they will occasionally think of it in the future.

The fragility of life shows incisively and vividly at this time, but modrian is surprised to find that he has no trace of sadness. Is he ignoring life? He was suddenly at a loss and had to end the topic in a hurry.

"Then arrange it as soon as possible!"

The snow-white moonlight mixed with a little starlight scattered, and the silent atmosphere suddenly came.

Become a vassal knight?

Cooper got up slowly. There was blood dripping from his red armor. He recalled a lot. He was unwilling to be a subordinate of a mediocre when he received the order. He could pray more, but he finally followed the order.

Mediocre? The worldly vision is a little ridiculous, and I am not immune from it.

Cooper looked at modrian Perez in front of him and at the tall and burly figure on the left.

In the battle just ended, the knight killed almost all the enemies as easily as killing chickens and dogs, including the knight who was once high in his heart.

What I pursue is only to make contributions, and now, the opportunity is in front of me. Why do I sacrifice the near and seek the far?

"I, Cooper Adolf, would like to follow Lord modrian on the battlefield!"

Without any hesitation, Cooper knelt on one knee, pulled out the long sword at his waist and cut his palm. The bright blood showed charming colors in the dim light of fire, offering a noble knight gift to modrian.

Looking at the sudden situation in front of him, modrian showed a trace of surprise. His deep eyes seemed to want to see through Cooper's heart at the moment, and finally he accepted the gift of the vassal knight.

"I, modrian Perez, accept your follow!"

Modrian stretched out his right hand and put it on the sharp sword that had already been stained with blood and formed a blood scab. Until now, he completely mastered the cavalry team nominally belonging to him, and his silent smile filled his face.

Some wanton, some crazy.