The sad wind in late autumn is getting colder, but it cannot extinguish the desire to kill like a flame.

At the edge of the wilderness plain, the sound of horse hooves continued like thunder. From a distance, two small cavalrymen, who were not many, collided together without any skill. The sound of spear breaking, the sound of armor hitting and the chaos of horse hooves played a beautiful and beautiful war music.

Cooper rushed into the enemy cavalry with his lead. The long spear he held tightly pierced through the two enemies, hanging on the tip of the spear like a broken doll, and the sticky blood dyed his body red along the mail.

In a blink of an eye, two steel-like cavalry crossed, each of them left their crushed bodies and gathered silently. The sound of horse hooves vibrated the earth, and the tragic momentum became stronger and stronger.

The fire of war was burning, and the cavalry rushed into it like moths, turning into ashes.

After crossing the shattered corpse under his feet, Dryus's unruly eyes set on the battlefield where blood and glory were intertwined not far away, and walked forward.

As the black battle axe progressed, it drew deep marks on the grass. The thick chains at the handle of the axe were ringing, and a bloody and violent aura filled the surroundings.

[Kill all sides]!

As the cavalry battlefield approached, Dryus suddenly surrounded himself and waved his battle axe. The sound of chains was like a beast's hissing. The axe blade shone with cold light tore the solid armor and killed all enemies within the battle axe range, leaving clearly visible red axe marks.

The wailing sound of fear and despair resounded throughout the battlefield, a large amount of vigorous breath of life disappeared like smoke, and the overflowing blood accumulated into a stream flowing on the plains and grass.

Just a single axe, the Iron Thorn Cavalry, who was already in full swing, was defeated like a mountain. The terrifying figure like a demon filled the horror of his eyes, and the humble soul trembled endlessly.

Cooper saw the changing situation at this moment from the corner of his eyes, and tried hard to turn the horse under his crotch and shouted loudly: "Scarlet Shield, Charge!"

"Scarlet Shield, Charge!"

The remaining young cavalry blew the horn of charge again. Before they could wipe off the blood on their faces, they held the cold spear in their hands, and rushed towards the Iron Thorn Cavalry fearlessly.

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

This is the power of extraordinary professionals, which can change the pattern of small-scale battles, or the direction and result of local wars.

Without Dryus' existence, the killing tonight might have been a different situation, and the loser's fate would be even more cruel.

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The cold autumn wind drifted under the night, and the strong smell of blood filled the ruined camp. Torn flesh and blood were everywhere wrapped in pale bones, blood flowed from the broken weapons, and the painful moans of war horses continued.

The battle is over.

The bright moon hanging in the night hidden behind the clouds, it seemed that it could not bear to see the cruelty of the battlefield, and even the bonfire was a little dim.

Modrian looked at everything in front of him coldly, and no one knew the turmoil in his heart. This was the first time he had experienced such a real battle.

The collision between cavalry, the silent harvest of life, the overflowing blood was as bright as a rose, and the scenes that happened, Modrian watched quietly, as if he should have been like this.

However, Modrian was filled with excitement for Dryus's almost invincible strength and was increasingly looking forward to the system.

Just Dryus is so powerful, and there are more heroes waiting for his summons, and perhaps more unknown things.

Da! Da! Da! Da!

The heavy footsteps sounded, and Modrian looked up and saw the burly figure of Dryus, and the strong smell of blood filled his side. It was the glory forged by killing.

"Mr. Modrian!"

After bowing slightly, Drayus silently guarded Modrien's side, as if he was not the same person as the God of War who had bathed in blood before. At this time, Drayus restrained his domineering momentum and returned to the sleeping lion.

Modrian stood in place and looked into the distance. The young cavalry who survived the battle were cleaning the desolate battlefield. The order had been issued and no captives were needed. The injured enemy was executed on the spot.

The autumn wind was bleak, and I didn't wait for too long. Cooper appeared with firm steps, his once steady face covered with blood and a hint of sadness.

"Mr. Modrian, all the invading enemies have been wiped out!" Cooper knelt on one knee, holding a head with a terrified face in his right hand, stained with blood.

"This is the betrayer Milne Gavin. He secretly leaked our traces and has been executed by me!"

Modrian seemed to have not heard the change of name. From respect for the nobles to recognition of strength, he calmly glanced at the familiar head, as if he was a knight apprentice in charge of the cavalry team's logistics.

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

Modrian's brown pupils flashed deep murderous intent, and the murderer would always kill him. When he had enough revenge, he would not forget the "gift" given by the other party.

"How is the casualties?" Modrian asked with a suppressed murderous intent in his heart.

"Eight people died and four injured. I have arranged for a burial on the spot. The injured partner will not affect tomorrow's itinerary."

Cooper's tone was heavy, and after the war there was sorrow. His friends who had talked and laughed and laughed had turned into a pile of dead bones and were buried in the wilderness. Perhaps they would occasionally recall them when they recalled them.

The fragility of life was fully displayed at this time, but Modrian was surprised to find that he did not have a trace of sadness. He ignored life? He suddenly felt helpless and had to end the topic in a hurry.

"Then let's make arrangements as soon as possible!"

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

Become a vassal knight?

Cooper slowly stood up, blood dripping from the dyed armor. He recalled a lot of reluctance from the beginning of receiving the orders and did not want to be a subordinate of a mediocre person. He could pray for more, but in the end he followed the orders.

Mediocre? The worldly vision is a bit ridiculous, and I can't help it.

Cooper looked at Modrian Perris in front of him and then looked at the tall and burly figure on the left.

In the battle that just ended, the man slaughtered all his enemies almost easily, including the Knight who was once high in his heart.

What I pursue is nothing more than making achievements. Now, opportunities are right in front of me, so why bother to look far and far?

"I, Cooper Adolf, I am willing to follow Lord Modrian to fight on the battlefield!"

Without any hesitation, Cooper knelt on one knee, pulled out the long sword at his waist, cut his palm, and the bright blood appeared charming colors under the dim fire, offering a noble knightly ceremony to Modrian.

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

"I, Modrian Peris, accept your follower!"

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

Some are wanton and some are arrogant.
Chapter completed!