Not long ago, the commotion in the woods outside the city did not escape the eyes of the patrolling knights.
But obviously, the person who discovered it didn't take it to heart at all. In his report to the legion commander Pierce, the young knight described it as an internal conflict among the motley army. He felt that this was a sign that the enemy was about to lose confidence, and thought that the famous
"Wolf Shepherd" is nothing more than that.
"It is simply impossible to stabilize morale by killing people." The young man said, "If this continues, more and more people will escape, so we might as well let him kill everyone!"
That night, when Pierce relayed the results of today's patrol to Sean, he mentioned this incident in passing. Unlike the knight and Pierce, Sean decisively realized that the truth might not be as good as they thought.
After meeting with Pierce, he immediately sent someone to call over the knight and Payne, who was in charge of intelligence. According to his order, the young knight recounted every detail of what he saw in detail. He failed to see clearly the person involved.
Face, but body shape, gender and approximate age are enough for the other person in the room to make a judgment.
As the young man narrated, Payne's face became darker and gloomier, almost dripping with water. When the other party finished his story and resigned, the tall, thin brown man, who usually kept quiet, gritted his teeth and punched hard.
on the table.
"Damn it... what a hell!" Payne gasped and said angrily, "They are experienced field personnel, and among those mercenary groups, they also have more than three years of experience. I didn't expect that they were actually taken together.
Pulled it out——"
The so-called field staff refer to members who do not work in the Knights' industries or strongholds, but do other jobs and provide help to the Knights in all aspects. They usually hide the identities of the Black Crow Knights, except for a few core personnel, and because of certain
Except for members who need to come into contact with them for certain tasks, most knights do not know their specific situation.
They are involved in a wide range of industries. They may be found among mercenaries, merchants, tavern owners, craftsmen, and even officials in towns and cities. This time, they also serve as hidden lines in the enemy team, providing the Knights with
A lot of information.
"How many field personnel do we still have in the enemy camp?" Sean asked. If there were still people left, maybe it would be better to let them leave early, he thought.
Payne punched the table hard again. "No more." His voice was full of resentment, "Those people are all elites - they are all members who are absolutely loyal to the Knights! How could they be killed like this -"
"So, now we have lost the specific movements of the enemy." Sean interrupted the intelligence director, and his expression became serious, "Either there is a traitor among us...or, the "Wolf Shepherd" is stronger than we thought.
It’s even scarier.” He crossed his fingers and made a fist, flat on the table, “How was the response from other strongholds?”
"Nothing happened." Payne replied. "No stronghold was attacked, and there was no news of the Imperial Regiment approaching. There was intelligence mentioning that the Empire seemed to be mobilizing recently, but the specific purpose was unknown." He fell silent.
After a while, "Do you need them to provide support, leader?"
Sean pursed his lips tightly, thought for a moment, and then shook his head.
"It's not necessary yet." He looked into Payne's eyes, "However, according to the intelligence he received before, Barak obviously wants those mercenaries to fight in the castle. I don't know how he plans to send them into the fortress, but I
Know another thing."
Sean moved the gold on his forehead to the back of his head, raised his head slightly, and showed a confident smile, "No matter what he expects, I will never live up to his wishes."
He asked Payne to step back, then called Pierce and Gustein to the study and ordered them to prepare for the attack. The two of them followed the order. Sean felt their faint excitement about the battle, and the stone in his heart fell a little again.
.
Then he left the study and went to the prayer room located on the middle floor of the castle.
Priest Moore was sitting in the preparation room on the side of the prayer room, holding a volume of history of the empire in his hand. Hearing the footsteps approaching from far away, the old man raised his head and looked at Sean with bright eyes, as if he had expected it.
Until he comes.
"Chief Priest." Sean has always been full of respect for this old man who dedicated his life to the Knights. "I plan to teach those mercenaries and emperors a lesson. To do this, I need your help."
The old man nodded, already understanding Sean's purpose, "Please give me some time to prepare. I can probably complete it tomorrow morning."
"I will set the action for noon tomorrow." Sean bowed slightly to the old man, "Thank you for your hard work."
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The pattering autumn rain has been falling from last night to this morning. It is almost noon, but the sun has not yet cleared the thick clouds, and it is just trying to reveal a dim sight from behind the dark clouds. The ivy on the outer wall of the fortress is actually attracted by this burst of rain.
It was washed clean and full of green, as if the entire city wall was swallowed up in the deep green.
Sean walked on the top of the south wall and looked up at the gloomy sky.
It's been a long time since he felt this kind of mixture of excitement and a little nervousness. In the seven years since he served as the leader, the Knights have not had smooth sailing, but they have never encountered any major challenges.
Taking the initiative may cause more casualties than holding on to the fortress, but in a sense, the Knights need such an opponent and such a battle - it can not only temper the will of the members, but also be a great opportunity to show the strength of the Knights.
The sound of footsteps coming from the tower interrupted his thoughts. Sean turned around and saw an excited-looking Pierce and a bright-eyed Gustein coming side by side.
"Captain, the second legion has been prepared and ready to attack at any time!" Pierce rubbed his hands vigorously, "This time we must let them understand that the Black Crow is definitely not easy to mess with!"
"The fourth legion is ready." Gustein bowed and saluted, "I will definitely take back Barak's head as a sacrifice to the comrades who died under his hands!"
Sean turned around and looked down from the city wall.
Two hundred knights were neatly arranged on the square inside the castle. They were divided into teams of about twenty knights, forming a formation of two knights vertically and ten knights horizontally. They were all covered in black steel armor without any reflection, and were composed of the same knights.
A winged helmet cast from the material.
The horses they rode wore visors on their heads, and their bodies were covered in jet-black horse clothes. Underneath, they were carefully woven and magic-reinforced plate armor. The only exposed horse legs were also pure black. The left sides of the abdomen of all horses were
A black kite-shaped shield hangs on the other side, and a heavy and sturdy spear stands on the other side. On the central top of each kite shield, a flying crow is etched with golden lines.
This is the Black Crow Knight, who is famous in the empire for his bravery, proficiency in battle and fear of death. Although the reason for the Knights' reputation is far more than this - encouraging members to pursue a comfortable life, approving of marriage within the Knights, etc., all make Black Crow a
The talk among the people after dinner - but their brave reputation and the powerful magic derived from Marr are the key to the survival of the Knights to this day.
Sean nodded with satisfaction and looked at the two legion commanders again.
"The chief priest will open the way for you, and the rest of the battle will be left to you. We don't need to annihilate all the enemies, but we should deal enough blows to the opponent while preserving ourselves as much as possible." Sean drew a horse on his chest.
Symbol of You, “Let the Mother grant them eternal sleep.”
"Let Mother grant them eternal sleep." The two of them repeated in unison, then turned and walked down the tower, back to the front of their legion.