Chapter 323 Battle of Okagra (V)
Andre suddenly leaped forward and slashed with his sword.

"when--"

The collision of metal and iron made a crisp sound.

Trischka's arm, which was holding the sword to block, trembled slightly. He said in a heavy tone: "As the Duke's beloved son, how could you betray him!"

"Even if you want to transform the North, you can't do it this way!"

Andre knocked the opponent's sword away with all his strength, then took a step forward and stabbed him in, as agile as the wind.

"Telischka."

He once again chopped off the opponent's sword with a "snap" and raised his own sword high.

"Can't you see?"

"The North is rotten from head to toe! It's beyond saving!"

Andre shouted.

Clear sword sounds rang out, and Andrei's sword slashed on Trischka's armor like a storm, making the opponent exhausted and covered with shocking wounds.

"That shouldn't be done this way!"

Telischka gritted his teeth, barely resisting Andrei's fierce attack, and couldn't help but retort.

Andre remained silent, he just clenched his left hand.

Then, the aura of Holy Oath Magic appeared on his body, and multiple attribute enhancements such as [Strength of Bull], [Grace of Cat], and [Tenacity of Bear] were added to his body. His strength became stronger, his movements became more agile, and even his physique became stronger.

He swung his sword again and slashed down mercilessly.

"when!"

Trischka still raised his sword to block, but this time he felt his palms go numb from the shock. The force of the blow was far beyond Trischka's expectations, and he fell to the ground, with the sword flying out of his hand.

The Sword of the Knight of Glory was stuck in the blood-stained snow, shining brightly under the sunlight.

"No"

Trischka climbed up on his hands and knees and tried to get his weapon back.

He knew that if a knight lost his sword, his fate would be extremely miserable.

But Andrei would not let him do as he wished so easily. He rushed forward in just a few steps and blocked Trischka's path with his sword.

Immediately afterwards, there was an even faster, more violent storm of sword blades.

If Trischka was overwhelmed before, now he can only be said to be running around for his life.

Relying on his instinctive and reflexive fighting skills, he dodged the deadly blows time and time again. If he relaxed even a little, he would be dead.

Andre raised the silver sword and slashed at his neck again.

Trischka quickly leaned forward to avoid the blow, allowing the sword to narrowly miss his scalp.

It was pure muscle memory because it all happened so fast.

However, when the sword was halfway swung, Andre was able to control the direction of the sword with his strength, changing the horizontal chop into a vertical chop.

At the same time, the hand holding the sword was shining, and the magical energy was rapidly transmitted to the body of the silver sword - that was the [Magic Weapon]!
"Shh!"

The next moment, the silver sword with a dazzling glow shattered Trischka's shoulder armor and cut deeply into his shoulder.

Trischka knelt on the ground, ignoring the blood dripping from his shoulder, he raised his head with difficulty and asked in a low voice: "Why, Andrei?"

"You would rather submit to a dragon than trust your father or the Principality of Bosk that gave birth to you and raised you!"

His tone gradually changed from low to angry, even heartbreaking.

Andrei's face was calm, and he said calmly:

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Trischka?"

"My father and the northern nobles represented by the Principality of Bosk are the biggest cancer hanging over the heads of the northern people, and are blood-sucking leeches attached to everyone's back." "For thousands of years, the nobles have been greedily sucking the blood of the people without stopping for a moment. As long as they exist, the so-called reform and progress will not be possible at all. After all, who would oppose themselves and deny their own existence?"

Andre continued to use force, making the wound caused by the sword deeper.

"And you?"

He chuckled indifferently.

"Oh, the honorable Count Trischka, a rising political star among the upper classes of the North."

"You may not even realize it yourself, but you are no longer the high-spirited young man you once were. You have become a part of the northern aristocracy, and you are willing to use any means to maintain your status - even if it means your wife and children are torn apart and your family is destroyed."

"This so-called 'Grain and Grass Collection' should be your work, right?"

“I have seen it many times in the Kingdom Daily. I have to say that my father really values ​​you. He actually entrusted you with such an important task that concerns the survival of the northern nobles and squeezes the hard work of the people.

"Compared to those thoroughly corrupt and high-handed fellows, the only difference between you is that you still have some unrealistic fantasies, fantasizing that the progress of the North can coexist with the rule of the nobles."

"But when fantasy is ruthlessly shattered by reality, you are no different from them."

Trischka trembled in severe pain and suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

"puff!"

"But how can that evil dragon be any better than us? Could it be that the nobles are more greedy than the dragons?"

"Everything you see now is just a hypocritical disguise. He just wants to use this to seize the North!"

"Once our northern nobles are wiped out, the evil dragon will reveal his true face, and his greed will devour everything here! Including the 'people' you care about and protect!"

Trischka retorted with a mouth full of blood and a grim look on his face.

Andre drew out his shining silver sword.

"Shh-"

Accompanied by a whistling gust of wind, Telischka's head was cut off cleanly, and the headless body wearing tattered armor fell forward.

Even after the head fell to the ground and rolled several times, the blood-stained handsome face was still full of disbelief.

He never thought that Andre would kill him so easily.

Show no mercy.

Andrei looked down at the head with its eyes still open, and whispered, "Telischka, I don't know what that dragon is like, but at least he is a more competent ruler than the northern nobles."

He clenched the silver sword in his hand again: "If one day in the future, the dragon really reveals his so-called 'true face', I will fight to the death to chop off his head."

Andre's tone was firm, and there was no hesitation in his eyes.

In the distance, Tiansheng Zhan Kuang touched his bald head, his face full of regret.

"Damn it! Is there any justice in the world? I spent extra experience to exchange for a quick resurrection, but an NPC got the kill."

"No, we have to make up for it, otherwise it will be a big loss!"

Thinking of this, the natural warrior turned around and looked at the soldiers and officers of the coalition forces with an extremely aggressive look, as if he saw a group of walking contributions and gold coins.

The soldiers of the coalition forces suddenly felt their hair stand on end, as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"Roar--"

"Ah! There's a monster!"

"Damn, what is this thing!"

"Don't come over here, ahhhhh!"

The violent roars of the barbarians, the terrified screams of the Allied soldiers, and the sound of flesh and bones being crushed intertwined together, composing a bloody new chapter.

　There are still 6k, numb

　　
　
(End of this chapter)