The warm current of early spring quietly puts on the last curtain of late winter. The ice and snow melt, and all things revived. The ice-breaking rivers and streams flowed happily to the other end. The withered trees sprouted green branches and buds overnight. The orioles and birds in the forests were singing like a song that interpreted the cheerful melody of spring vitality. The four seasons rotated, symbolizing the new life of March officially ushered in a bustling and noisy opening.

The new moon begins to brighten 1132, the spring of the morning light.

A rare tragic war broke out in the Colin Plain in the territory of Koloin, Sissinia!

The war has ended, and the bloody corpses spread all over the battlefield and the crimson sunset glow, and the broken flags sway in the wind. The cavalry and infantry traveled in every corner on the wet land. Occasionally, when the corpses at their feet moaned in pain, the sharp blades shining with cold light in their hands would prick them without mercy.

The battle in the Colin Plain undoubtedly demonstrated the correct judgment of Alonso's tactical policy. When the two sides arranged their troops with huge military power, Alonso led all their cavalry to rush toward the central army that was deployed tightly on the opposite side. The rain of arrows and the conflicting formation could not stop Alonso and the others from charging. Although they did not completely penetrate the deployment of the central army of the noble coalition, the noble coalition was a little distracted in this fearless impact force. After the subsequent army led by Alvat rushed up, the entire battlefield situation immediately became extremely chaotic!

When the noble coalition army came back to their senses from Alonsos' simple and crude tactics and encircled and strangled, they saw that the number of troops under Alonsos was getting smaller and smaller, and they were in the hands of victory. Unfortunately, the noble lord who suffered heavy losses in order to preserve his strength actually chose to retreat and flee!

The battlefield has always changed rapidly. The actions of some noble lords to escape and retreat undoubtedly seriously destroyed the morale of the noble coalition. In the blink of an eye, the Alonso's army, who was trapped in the battle of beasts, instantly burst out with strong confidence in victory and began to repel the surrounding coalition soldiers step by step. Such a worse battle situation made the noble coalition soldiers fall into a large area like an avalanche. If you look down from the sky, you will find an interesting scene. The coalition soldiers all over the mountains will be chased by a group of sparse soldiers.

Alonsos, who was covered in blood, kicked away the body at his feet, and his cold eyes kept staring at the aristocratic coalition forces gradually disappeared from the horizon in the distance. The red sunset reflected his angular and cold face, and the outlined corners of his mouth felt indescribable creepy.

He was injured. Even if he was a strong man at the peak of his position, facing the battlefield where swords and swords were blind, no one could guarantee that he could be safe and sound, unless he himself took the last step of the fernu law.

Although his physical injuries seem terrifying, and sword marks can be seen everywhere on the shoulders, arms, waist and back, the upper peak warrior's body is cast like steel and his powerful recovery and self-healing ability make Alonso not care about this small injury at all. As long as he just finds a priest of the temple to perform the healing technique, he can immediately devote himself to the next war!

But physical injuries are one thing, while energy and energy are consumed are another. Alonsos can not care about physical injuries, but he cannot care about his exhausted spirit. After fighting all day, even with his physical fitness as a top-level strong man, it is difficult to bear.

The war was won?

The war is victorious!

But what they paid was the tragic price of the three elite legions that were supported this time to reduce their personnel by more than half, and the number of cavalry was even more than ten. If the heavy-hit nobles fled and evacuated for a while, Alonsos and the others might be in annihilated situation.

The sound of horse hooves came in the wind in his ears. Alonsos pressed his hands on the hilt of his sword and looked around in the sound. He saw four or five cavalrymen wearing armored bodies slowly rushing forward under the leadership of Alvat.

He frowned and his hand holding the hilt of the sword was clenched.

"Alvat! Why are you here? The task of cleaning the battlefield has been completed?"

"Yes, sir!"

When Alonsos approached, Alvat stopped his horse and said.

"Who are these people behind you? Why do I smell the dangerous and strange smell from them?"

Alonsos suddenly turned his gaze to the silent and solemn cavalry behind him.

"I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm going to pay homage to Xize!"

As a result, before Alvat could speak, a cavalry behind him slowly took off his helmet and showed an ordinary and indifferent face.

"The White Frost Knight Besze?" Alonsos said with his eyelids.

"It's down." Baisize slowly walked to Alvat on his horse and stood side by side.

"Haha-I didn't expect you to collude with the people who agreed with the ancestors?" Alonsos sneered at Alvat.

"Collective? No, no, Lord Alonsos, you are wrong. I just have a cooperation agreement with them." Alvat explained with a smile.

"Cooperation Agreement? Is it a cooperation agreement to kill me?" Alonsos narrowed his eyes.

"That's right!" Alvati admitted.

"There will always be motives and purposes for killing people, and why do you want to kill me?" Alonso said.

"Is the reason? It's nothing more than a woman." Alvat said lightly.

"Woman?" Alonsos nodded thoughtfully, his eyes shot at a cavalryman behind him who had not shown his true face and said, "Drank Xialan, since you are here too, why should you hide in front of me?"

"Because this time the protagonist is not me."

As he said that, Xia Lan, who was exposed, took off her helmet and threw it away on the sidelines.

"Hmph! Do you think you can kill me with the teaming of yourselves?" Alonsos said in a deep voice.

"I said, this time the protagonist is not me."

Xia Lan shook her head, held the reins and turned her head and walked away until she was a distance away from them.

On the eve of the war.

Alvat quietly approached Xialan again.

"You will witness my sincerity tomorrow."

"Sincerity?"

"Yes!"

"Can you tell me what your sincerity is?"

"His Excellency Alonsos's head!"

“…”

"You don't seem to believe it?"

"indeed!"

"If you meet someone, he will make you believe me."

"who is he?"

"Speaking of this, you are not unfamiliar with him. You have had several life-and-death clashes."

"A life-and-death battle...I think I know who he is."

"Now you believe me?"

"No, I will keep my trust without a true witness to Alonsos."

"It seems you don't think about us."

"Yes, because Alonsos is stronger than you think, at least someone is definitely not his opponent when they face to face!"
Chapter completed!