"My lord," the knight replied with some embarrassment: "The last news came from the scouts of the second column of the Southern Army who were resting north of Emden. We have a total of fifty light cavalry there. They were originally
After completing the mission of investigating the direction of Schafflund, I returned to rest near Mintai Castle."
"Great, tell me what they found?"
"The last news they sent back was that the army was heading towards Paris."
"Direction of Paris?" Archduke Golan-Elson gasped: "They are going to attack Welland Ferry. What do they want to do? What do they want to do!? Do they want to attack me?"
He was so angry that he almost repeated this sentence several times. The poor knight saw that every vein on the forehead of his usually elegant and calm lord was clearly visible, and he looked like he was choosing people to eat.
He couldn't help but tremble.
The Duke of Golan-Elsen took a few sharp breaths. The Alder River crossed Minteborg, turned south to the east of Minteborg and flowed into Schavlund. The Welland Ferry was located at the location of this river.
On the southern beach near the East Mintai Forest, the direction in which the Tonigel people attacked was obviously not to support Mintai Fort, let alone to threaten Tegan further north, because it was completely the opposite direction.
The other party obviously had only one purpose, which was to attack the camp of the aristocratic coalition between Paris and Mintai. This was simply audacious and did not take his lord, the Duke, seriously.
But after Duke Golan-Elsen said this, he suddenly realized something, stopped and asked: "You said this was the last news sent back by the scouts?"
"Yes, because there were Buga wizards in the sky who saw that these poor scouts had been defeated. In fact, no one escaped in that battle."
The poor young knight couldn't help but look at the bloody helmet on the ground.
"Unless I'm crazy," Duke Golan-Elsen repeated this sentence: "Unless I'm crazy, I will believe all this, but okay, tell me what happened, since there is a wizard to see
After all this. Then he must know what happened at that time, why a whole squadron of light cavalry could not escape. Could it be that the original Tonigur garrison in Horta had an entire legion? Or was it that among them?
There is a master, by the way. You mentioned that damn sword master to me, do you want to tell me that it was an extreme sword master?"
"My lord," the knight replied tremblingly, "my lord, the wizard said that those poor scouts all committed suicide...he..."
"That's enough. Are you kidding me?"
"Sir, what I said is true. The wizard was also frightened. He saw all that with his own eyes, and... he asked me to tell you that the sword master is indeed the ultimate sword master. He seems to be
Masters a related field that causes hallucinations..."
"Okay, this is the reason why the Buga people call their friends. Are these noble gentlemen of mine also aware of being afraid?" Duke Golan-Elsen laughed angrily when he heard this, and couldn't help but say a curse word.
: "An extreme sword master who masters the fields related to illusions. Eruin simply doesn't have such a person. Okay, that's enough!"
He waved his hand: "Let me calm down, get out of here, and when I think about it, I will tell you what to do. Now there is a damn fanatic here who wants to lead a group of desperadoes to take away
If I take my head, then let him come, I will wait for him here."
"grown ups……"
"roll!"
The knight exited the tent in embarrassment.
After a while, there was a rustling sound outside the tent again. Duke Golan-Elsen raised his head and saw a man opening the curtain of the tent and walking in. He narrowed his eyes and looked.
It turns out that the other party is the usurper from Yanbao.
Seeing this person, the Duke remembered the damn agreement between himself and the Buga people, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Is this the agreement between you and these damn Buga people?"
"It seems that your Excellency is very angry," the visitor said with a smile: "Is this my negligence that has put our allies in such a situation?"
"Shut your stinky mouth, usurper, is this chaos your plan? Now you want to tell me that the Corcova royal family actually hides an ultimate sword master who masters illusion-related fields.
The Ultimate Sword Master!"
Duke Golan-Elsen said with a serious face: "Even in the Holy War, the major empires have not dispatched strong men of this level. Do you really understand what that means? Look at those damned ones.
The Bugas, they were scared shitless!"
When he heard the name usurper, the visitor's face became a little gloomy, but he still smiled and said: "They are just some apprentices. The truly powerful Sassard wizard is not here. You have to believe in the strength of our allies.
"
"I believe in your strength, but this does not mean that I will be kept in the dark by you," Duke Golan-Elsen said angrily. He actually pulled out his sword with a clang and put it on the neck of the intruder.
Above: "If you plan to let my people serve as cannon fodder here, I will make you regret it."
A cold light flashed in the visitor's eyes, but there was no fear on his face. He only stretched out his hand to push away the opponent's sword tip: "It seems that you are frightened. My Lord Duke is just an extreme sword master. He is coming here."
If you want to die, just let him come."
"Just an extreme sword master?" Duke Golan Elson looked at the guy in front of him strangely: "Maybe you are all crazy too. Mephistopheles alone made the Cruz Empire miserable. When he became famous, he still
It’s just a quasi-extreme realm. There are only a few powerful people like this in the Flame Temple.”
"The current Great Holy See of the Temple of Flame is already a sage," the visitor replied: "Besides, Eruin has never had such a strong person, but that was decades ago."
He looked into Duke Golan Elson's eyes: "Okay, I will find a way to win your trust, Your Majesty the Duke. Trust is earned through actions, and there is nothing wrong with that. This Ultimate Sword Master, just
How about leaving it to my army to deal with it personally?"
Duke Golan-Elsen looked at this guy with suspicion. If possible, he was not willing to believe even a single word the other person said.
But the current situation clearly does not allow him to choose.
"Although I think you are going to die, that is your choice. I will not stop you. If you are in trouble, it is best not to come to me." He replied: "Also, I think it is best for you to
Find a way to make those Buga people move faster, I am more willing to trust them than you."
"Of course we need the help of the wizards, but if we just stop those arrogant people, it doesn't have to be so troublesome," Earl Yanbao sneered: "The Duke only needs to wait here for my good news."
"I hope it's not your head that's waiting to be sent back."
Of course, it was impossible for Archduke Golan-Elson to say this. He only silently glanced at the bloody helmet on the ground, thinking this in his heart.
…
Matthew sat firmly in the saddle, fully clothed, wearing the Order of the Candlelight he received in the First Black Rose War on his shining breastplate. His spear was hung on the saddle, and he held the family's ancestral sword tightly in his hand.
Tallan's Fang. He straightened his body like a straight javelin. The north wind on the battlefield did not make this rider any mess at all. Instead, it held up his scarlet cloak like a beautiful flag.
"Go forward, go forward, maintain the formation!" Matthew tried hard to control his soldiers to maintain an intact formation across the river beach. This was a difficult challenge in this weather. Some people kept falling down due to freezing, and were soon struck by the biting river water.
Wash away.
But no one cared about the fallen people, because they could not stand up again. The knight in charge of supervising the team held a long whip and kept driving the noble private soldiers forward.
The knights in the front group had already crossed the beach. They dismounted from their saddles and immediately wiped their mounts with dry cloth and felt. The war horses of the Southern Army were Golan-Elsen horses with Warcraft blood. This kind of horse was born in the highlands.
It is extremely cold-tolerant, but it cannot stand the icy and snowy weather.
Further away, the knights were regrouping, their horses' hooves stepping on the snow and kicking up fine snow foam as they moved forward.
Matthew's attack target is to attack the seven or eight manors, fortresses and villages on the front line of the forest to the east of Mintai. For both the attacking and defending parties, a fortress offensive and defensive battle will certainly not be limited to the fortress.
In itself, although the defense system of Mintai Fort is simple, it also includes a series of acropolis around it. In addition to the avenue leading to the fir collar in the direction of Horta, the manors and villages in the East Mintai Forest are also blocked.
This army leads the way to Schavlund.
The Tonigel people's defenders are scattered in the forest. For Matthew, the commander responsible for commanding these local defense forces is a very clever opponent. The opponent's troops are limited, but they are resisting in an orderly manner. At least so far, they have resisted in an orderly manner.
Showing no signs of collapse.
Matthew understood that the Duke was probably not satisfied with the progress in this direction, but the men under his command were mixed, and not everyone obeyed his command. For example, there were seven or eight people on both sides of the river at the moment.
The combined army of noble knights and lords numbered about seven to eight hundred people, but their orders were inconsistent, which seriously slowed down their march.
What's more serious is that besides being lax and disobeying orders, the noble knights also want to preserve their strength. No one is a real fool in this war. The nobles will not make wedding clothes for others. It seems that these people
They all hope that the offensive in the direction of the main fortress of Mintai Fort will make progress, so that they can win without a fight.
