Eagle Flag of Epirus

　　 "Take it all out, and leave one alone." Although the order may allow the opponent to lay down their weapons, Alslan does not have that patience. Moreover, Justinian did not specifically ask, he was not willing to be troublesome.

　　 During the previous Athens offensive and defensive battle, his father had trouble with Zeodoro Cephalon, so Arslan certainly wouldn't hesitate in the next assassin.

　　 "Kill—" Turkic cavalry dismounted one after another to fight. This kind of place is too narrow and inconvenient to ride on horses. Even without horses, these warriors are not inferior to any infantry.

　　 The Turkic Scimitar and the Byzantine dagger collided and fought each other. Faramis and his men were now desperate and were unilaterally declared treason. If they waited to die, there would really be no place to bury them. Faramis made up his mind to break out of the encircling net that Arslan had already laid out.

But Arslan certainly wouldn't give him a chance. The young Turkic man driving a horse showed the character of Anatolia's aggressive nation and superb riding skills. In such a crowded and small environment, he even rode towards him. Faramis.

　　Everyone who blocked his way was beheaded by the Damascus knife in his hand. Agility and sharpness is exactly the style of Turkic people, whether it is the state machine or the warrior.

　　 No one can resist Arslan, and at this time Faramis took the initiative to stand up and pick up the two-handed sword.

"Damn Turkic, how could this happen! Do you think I'll wait for death?" Falamis looked at the opponent and took him straight. Of course he wouldn't sit and wait for death. He wielded a broadsword and brought his subordinates to meet him. In this case, only I was afraid that even if he was willing to put down his weapon, Arslan would not give himself a chance.

　　 While watching Falamis rushing towards him, Arslan sneered: "Wow!" He drove his horse into Falamis.

"Go to hell!" Holding Alamano's two-handed sword in his hand, Faramis took a step, and Arslan, who was driving his horse, rushed over. Such a distance would impact even the strongest person. The ribs were broken and fractured, but Faramis did not hesitate. This broad sword used by the northern peoples was made of strong and sharp material. As long as the handle of the sword was held in both hands, even the glacial iron horse would be crushed.

　　 However, what this requires is the user's strong reaction nerves and amazing power, and this is what Faramis has, he has been in the army for generations, and he is not only based on his family background to today's status.

　　Faramis cut out a huge arc of sword, and his body rotated like a spiral, driving amazing power to slash Arslan's horse head, blood splashed out, and the killing horse fell immediately.

　　 However, Arslan used his war horse to overturn his own strength, like an elegant battlefield assassin, and at the speed of a cheetah, he rushed towards Faramis who had not had time to finish with a sword.

　　 "What?!" Faramis was completely shocked when he didn't expect to be like this. He wanted to give a fatal blow to Arslan who fell from the horse. But he didn't expect the other party to pounce on him, and a dangerous breath rushed in. After decades of experience, the war veteran immediately noticed a huge threat.

　　 is a threat of death! But it was too late. When Faramis noticed something was wrong, the Damascus knife in Arslan's hand had already cut his throat.

With a faint sound of "puchi", I saw blood splashing out like gorgeous flowers, dyeing Faramis's sight red, the suffocation of the throat being cut so that the air could not be sucked in, the man grabbed his throat, but let him It is in vain to want to absorb oxygen how much.

　　 After struggling for a few times, Faramis fell to the ground with a plop, and his death could no longer be seen.

　　 And seeing this scene, the stunned soldiers under Faramis were dumbfounded. It was clear that the last second they watched their adult succeed with a sword, but the next second it became a corpse that was gradually cold.

　　 This directly destroyed the remaining fighting spirit of these soldiers. They just acted on orders. They didn't expect this to be the case when they were declared treason. Now that their chief is dead, they can't have the courage to resist.

At this moment, Arslan did not press on, but coldly shouted: "Other people still want to resist the killing. If you put down your weapons, Lord Justinian will be out of the game! You won't be able to catch it soon." The words worked immediately, and the soldiers put down their weapons without any resistance.

　　 At the same time, Justinian was late after evacuating the crowd on the street, and Ogle, who followed him, suddenly lost his voice and changed color while watching the corpse lying in a pool of blood.

　　 "Faramis!"

He never expected that Alslan would kill his fellow robe so boldly and immediately, and he was instantly broken. However, Alslan was not afraid of Ogley’s gaze, and walked forward to salute Justinian. .

　　 "Master Justinian, as you might expect, the rebellion has been suppressed, and the food and grass in the treasury are safe."

　　 "You did a great job, Arslan." Justinian nodded, and the two completely ignored Ogle's reaction.

Ogle, who finally couldn't help it, suddenly roared: "What are you kidding? You let a Turkic barbarian kill the general of the Empire of Pronja!" Since the Emperor Alexei I~www.wuxiaspot.com ~The nobles in the military area are a force that should not be underestimated. Even the emperor’s conviction is not so easy, and Justinian allowed Arslan to kill Faramis directly, which is completely beyond Ogle's imagination.

　　 But Justinian said coldly: "After he did something like that, he was just a rebel. You know what you want to do in your heart."

"You don't have the right to do this!" Ogley roared and almost wanted to rush forward, but the scimitars in the hands of the Turkic warriors blocked his way to guard the young man, and only saw Justinian take out Muzfi Uth's private seal ring and the Golden Seal edict-this is Justinian's last trump card, which seems to have no actual effect, but it is enough to deter ordinary little nobles.

And Ogle also recognized these two things, and he took two steps back in horror when he was surprised. He didn't expect Justinian to have these things. No matter what, Muzfius was the emperor in name. Maybe I thought that the current co-ruling emperor of Mikhail or the Earl of Theodor could not care, but since he did not have the qualifications to go, the man couldn't help swallowing nervously, thinking about what to do.

But Justinian in front of him rejected the Turkic warrior who was guarding him and walked in front of Ogle and whispered: "This is the last time to warn that person. If he wants to try to challenge me, I will let him He understands what it means to regret it!"

　　 "You...what do you...mean?" Ogle was stared in a daze by those lake-blue eyes, and Justinian gave him the feeling as cold as those deep as cold pools.

　　 While looking at Ogle's fearful eyes, Justinian sneered slightly and said: "You should know what I mean, Ogle."