Duke of Grief

Walker can't remember how many times he penetrated the enemy lineup. In this chaotic battlefield, death keeps happening, wailing in his ears, like the scream of the death banshee, eroding the soul.

The flag of Farasu flew behind him, but the knights of the Farasu family had little left.

He has killed his red eyes. On this battlefield, who is the enemy and who is the friendly army will know at a glance!

Those who are panicking and crying are the enemies. Even at this time, it is the friendly army that still insists on fighting.

The nobles that grew up under two very different educations are also diametrically opposed. The army is like their master. If the master is weak, the army will be weak, and the master will be as strong as the master.

Without even observing the flying flags, he knew where his enemies were.

At this moment, a streamer flying from nowhere shot through the flag of the Farasu family, and even torn the long-broken flag into two, but Walker Farasu was unmoved and left and right. Look, said in a hoarse voice: "Leave a few people to protect the injured, and the rest will charge with me!"

The trembling right hand clenched the thick and blunt long sword, and their horses were already exhausted. At this time, they can only rely on their legs to carry the armor to launch the charge.

Over time, Walker felt his armor became heavier, which made him aware of the fact that his physical strength was constantly passing.

But he could not give up, he was not that group of decaying nobles, the commander-in-chief could not fall before the war was over!

At this moment, he had already joined up with several other like-minded nobles. This battlefield was the first battle between them and the noble coalition. After that, there would be a second and third war. I am convinced of this.

Nobles cannot give up their power, nor can they give up their faith.

Rather than believing in the goddess of progress, they are more likely to agree with the deity's teachings and look forward to seeing the future picture envisioned by the deity.

For this reason, the nobles of the old age must die, as long as they still exist in this world, they will continue to exploit the people. These guys will do nothing if they are productive, but they will still squeeze the people’s wealth that they do not have, their greed Causes many people to starve to death, exhausted to death, freeze to death!

The group of guys have not been saved. They want to keep their power until their death. Even if they yell and surrender on the battlefield, they will find ways to regain their power afterwards. Comrades lost their lives.

Hearing the rapid gasp behind him, Walker gritted his teeth and stretched his hand over the flag of the flag officer, ignoring his stunned expression, and carried the heavy flag on his shoulder.

Then he raised his long sword and screamed in front of him: "Farasu Knights, charge!!!"

Even though his voice was hoarse, and even his muscles were sour or even painful, Walker carried the flag and ran forward, raising his long sword viciously toward the enemy.

Seeing a **** face on his face, the fierce man suddenly ran towards him, and raised his weapon. The soldier facing Walker suddenly cried out, dropped the weapon and turned to escape.

Seeing this scene, Walker was a little dazed, and continued to run a few steps before stopping.

It was also at this time that he noticed that the soldier's clothing was quite clean, and there was no blood stains on it except dust.

Slightly lowering his head, he saw a fat man lying on the ground, blood spilled from under the helmet and stained most of his face.

In this battlefield, a person with such a fat body can have no one other than the nobility, and he can afford a full set of armor. Although the price of the full set of armor has been much cheaper in recent years due to industrial development, it is not unusual People can put on.

Except for the nobility, probably only their cronies can wear a full set of armor, so this dead fat man is their enemy

"Won!!!"

At this moment, a tremendous cheer suddenly sounded on the battlefield. The remaining soldiers and knights ripped their throats and shouted this sentence with their last effort.

Only in this way is it enough to vent their anger and sorrow. After this cheer, they are no longer warriors on the battlefield, but return to victory. The wounded who need human care and treatment can show their weakness to other people.

The enemy was defeated, and 18,000 people faced 5,000 people, but they were crushed and beaten by these 5,000 people. The disparity in number could not extinguish Walker's burning anger in their hearts.

Using the advantages of terrain, morale and will, they finally won!

Walker watched the defeated noble coalition fled into the mountains. What is certain is that the nobles that made up this coalition may not have suffered any injuries, and they had to escape to the end, but their soldiers

The owner of the Farasu family suddenly sat down on the ground, looking at the fleeing soldiers cried happily, and the heart of the stone heart also felt that every cry was hit on his heart, so that his heart was born. pain.

After sucking his nose, a burst of tears overflowed from his eyes, and he did not know whether he was moved by victory or mourning the abandoned soldiers.

Looking around, the lush woods were already devastated, the collapsed trees were everywhere, the swords and fallen leaves were scattered on the ground, the fallen branches fell into a complete sleep, and would not wake up again.

The collapsed corpses of both eyes also lay on the ground, and the blood stained this place. Walker can be sure that more than a thousand people died on this battlefield!

There are enemies and some of them. Many people have closed their eyes forever. Those who were still talking to themselves before have died now.

This is war, this is war, this is the **** war!

The corpse is covered with this land. It must be more vibrant here in the coming year, because so many lives have been lost here, they have left their lives here, and they will be buried in place later, so, here It will definitely be more luxuriant.

"Oh" Walker suddenly heard a moan around him, and he and the officials who had just followed turned around and looked over.

The fat man with blood on his head woke up slowly, unable to help raising his soft hands and touching his head, but he felt a hard thing.

The fat man felt a blur in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be something flying constantly, but at this time, he suddenly felt his fingers sticky and wet, and raised his hands to see, a blood red reflected in his eyes.

He froze for an instant, and his confused mind failed to react.

"Blood" he said tremblingly, just about to shout, a tired voice came from his ear.

"Yes, it's blood." Walker half-opened his eyes, looking at the fat man, and asked softly, "Are you pretty?"

The fat man shuddered violently, and the facial features wrinkled in an instant, put down the hand that was in front of him, and saw the group of soldiers surrounding him.

"I, I am a nobleman" The fat man's lips trembled, and his voice stopped suddenly.

He remembered that this group of guys would not let go of his **** untouchables because of his aristocratic identity, or let the nobles who walked on the battlefield go back alive.

Therefore, since they knew this, they no longer followed the rules between nobles, and their enemies did not follow this anyway.

"Really?" Walker sighed, saying nothing, holding the flag pole with his left hand, supporting his tired body with the pole and standing up from the ground.

The fat man opened his mouth and didn't know what this guy was going to do.

Walker inserted the blunt long sword into the soil, raised his finger to the surroundings according to the banner, "Many people died here, there are your people, and our people, and among our people, there is a comrade The man closed his eyes forever here. He is also a noble, but he is different from you. You are a pile of garbage, but he is a gem buried deep in the soil. Now, he is dead because of this war."

After listening to these words, the fat man became more and more disturbed in his heart, and hurriedly yelled and asked: "Isn't war or war caused by you?"

"Yeah~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We never deny this. We destroyed people's peaceful lives and destroyed their homeland." Walker sighed, slowly closed his eyes and put his sword Pull out from the ground.

"What are you going to do?!" The fat man glared, his arms pressed hard, and he wanted to climb from the ground.

"It's ruined, we're sorry, then build a new and better and harmonious new home for them!"

Walker suddenly moved, waving the long sword as he felt, arousing the fat man's scream of fear, but soon, the scream came to an abrupt halt.

He opened his eyes again, and his eyes reappeared with determination.

The big brain full of fear landed on the ground and blood spurted on the ground.

The war will continue, this is the impact of the new era to the old era, they must win, otherwise, the world of Assatom will return to the cycle of the world forever!

In that reincarnation, even this guy who had just died under his sword was also a noble, and could also be called a noble.