The mist is hazy on the vast grassland, and most of Kislev has such plain terrain. The people from the empire are quite uncomfortable with this. Most of the areas they live in are forests. Even cities are surrounded by forests.
surround.
The early morning fog rushed towards my face. Although the temperature was a bit cold, it was just right for Rhodes. Wiping the water stains on his face, Rhodes looked forward intently. In the distance, a white griffon flag was rising in the early morning fog.
Flying in the wind.
Through the white mist, the visitors can be vaguely seen. The Griffin Legion delegation consists of more than a hundred people. Among them, the man wearing a gold cloak and bright silver armor is undoubtedly their commander Bacchus.
Next to the golden leader are two knights holding spears and kite shields. The two knights' cloaks are filled with gryphon feathers. Obviously, these are the absolute elite knights in the legion. Behind the knight team, there are
There were more than a hundred mounted warriors and free riders. Likewise, their armor was bright and elegant, with a white light even in the morning mist.
Compared to the visiting enemy delegation, Rhodes was really unflattering. Virgil, the highest-ranking chief knight in the legion, only wore his ancestral iron armor and knight's sword, while Lord Bertner was dressed in a bear.
He was wearing a fur coat, a machete in his arms, and a round steel hat on his head. If it weren't for the family emblem flying on the flag, an uninformed person would have thought he was a tribal leader. The soldiers from the northern delegation were more
They cannot be compared with the gryphon riders on the opposite side. Their clothing and equipment are still not unified. People with various weapons and armors are full of people on the battlefield. So far, the northern troops look like a peasant army. However,
Their combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of ordinary peasant armies.
In the cold wind, the horses' hooves were rushing. Representatives from the two parties met in the middle of the grassland.
The ground under the horses' hooves was wet and soft, and the snow melted and seeped into the soil, making it muddy and dirty.
The noble white horse paced impatiently, not because it was tired of this dirty land, but because of the hidden beast in the crowd opposite. The bear spirit Ursock was wandering around Rhodes, making low roars.
Except for the leader of the Griffin Legion and the two noble high-level knights, everyone else showed varying degrees of nervousness.
"We meet again. Lord Bacchus."
Rhodes greeted humbly. Indeed, this was not the first time they had met. Back then, during the Elengrad rebellion, the Griffin Legion, as the main force of Kislev, worked with the Northern Alliance to fight against Elengrad.
Rebels. Now, as time has passed, the two troops who once fought side by side are on opposite sides. They are enemies just because of their different positions. The Griffin Legion once swore that as long as the Kislev Tsar needs it, they will be there as soon as possible.
Arrive. For hundreds of years, this heroic army has fulfilled their promise conscientiously.
Like the Snow Eagle Legion, Rhodes does not regard them as his real enemies. It is said that any potential allies should not be at war with each other. Rhodes implemented this creed and took the risk to meet with the other party.
Likewise, Bacchus nodded politely in response.
They jumped off their horses at the same time and walked to the center to meet. The knights and soldiers behind them all cast alert glances. Although it was a negotiation, after all, it was still a relationship between ourselves and the enemy, which should not be underestimated.
"You are very brave, Rod. I can say that you are the bravest man I have ever met. Your deeds have spread throughout Kislev, but, I'm sorry, as long as you are an enemy of the Tsar, you will be my enemy."
Bacchus said straight to the point. Even though Ursok, a giant bear nearly four meters tall, was wandering around, Bacchus remained calm.
"Don't rush to say that yet, General Backus, I'm going to let you look at a person. You will know everything after looking at him."
Rhodes said, and asked Diego to bring up Grand Duke Randyll. He is the Grand Duke of Kislev, the most capable general and favorite of the Queen. He has also worked with Bacchus.
The cold wind ruffled Landao's hair. When the filthy Duke of Kislev was brought up, Backus was shocked by the sight before him.
The grand duke of Kislev, who used to be majestic and high-spirited, has now become a prisoner of the northern coalition forces. This is not surprising. Victory and defeat are commonplace for military strategists. What surprised Bacchus was that Landao was no longer a human being. He
The imprisoned hands were tied to silver chains, corroded until only white bones remained.
The originally fair and handsome face turned into a demonic and ferocious look. Beast-like fangs were exposed from between the lips, with residual blood stains covering his lower lip. The Grand Duke was naked and locked in a cage, and his body was covered with blood.
It was filled with the blood of wild beasts and humans. It exuded the stench of blood.
"Duke Landao, you and I both know each other." Rhodes sighed, "There have been rumors about Catalina being a vampire, but there has been no evidence pointing to this demon. Now, you see it. This is the evidence. Landao
He is a vampire. He is Catalina's favorite, combining power and wealth. Landao has worked under Catalina for many years. With the Snow Queen's intelligence and vision, doesn't she know that her most trusted general is a vampire?
"
Rhodes' question left Bacchus speechless. He just saw surprise, sadness and pain on the face of the leader of the Griffin Legion, as well as the fleeting deep helplessness.
"General Backus, we all know who we are fighting for. Yes, we are all fighting for Kislev, and our loved ones, our loved ones. I am fighting for my family, my wife is
I protect the people of the North in the cold wind of the North. My daughter is imprisoned by the vampire queen in the city of Kislev. I fight for them. I fight for the people of Kislev. And you are also fighting for this.
We are fighting for our country. Now that Kislev has fallen into the hands of vampires, do you still have to be loyal to that vampire queen?"
Bacchus fell into deep silence. He looked at Rhodes, and after a long time he stiffly uttered a few words——
"Everyone says so. The day you become Tsar..."
"Tsar? Who told you that I wanted to become Tsar?"
Rhodes interrupted Bacchus. This made Bacchus even more stunned.
"I said, I fight to protect my lover and relatives. As for the person who replaces Catalina, he must be someone with pure blood. At the same time, I hope he will be a wise king."
After Rhodes finished speaking, Bacchus was extremely shocked. As the commander of the Griffin Legion, he had seen countless people and experienced many things. But he had never heard of a leader who raised an army and refused to fight for the throne... If the man in front of him said
He was speaking from his heart, so Bacchus would undoubtedly look at him with admiration. Even with a little admiration. Because even he could not guarantee that he would not be moved at all when facing the throne.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"By the gods, please tell the truth."
Rhodes answered calmly.
Bacchus couldn't help but turn his head and look at his battle flag. Perhaps it was time to put it away and aim at the real enemy...