In the year 791 of the Ingvergian calendar.
A drizzle of rain fell from the sky, baptizing the chaotic earth and washing away the bloodstains on the armor one by one. The knights raised their heads, letting the rain soak into their armor as much as possible to cool their hot bodies, and a faint heat rose above their armor.
The battle was coming to an end. The enemy's formation was broken up by the knights. Most of them used old weapons, which could only create a few sparks when they hit the fine armor. Only a few enemies had armor, but they were all matched by skilled knights and could not shake the situation.
Earl Stuart slowly pulled the blade out of the enemy's body. His movements were extremely slow. As the blade left, large amounts of blood flowed out from the broken body. He fought with the knight for a long time. At the last moment, Earl Stuart seized the opportunity, knocked him out with the hilt of the sword, and then killed him with one sword.
He was already old, and after a while he was out of breath. Leaning on the cross blade, he raised his head slightly, enjoying the coolness from the sky.
"Ah... What day is this?"
The eyes under the helmet could only feel the heat. He turned around and saw the fire still burning on the battlefield littered with corpses. Some knights fell down forever, while some knights barely stood up.
The count took off his helmet and swept the earth with a tired gaze. He tried to cheer everyone up and raised the sword in his hand. The knights responded to him, but the sword was withered and looked a little desolate.
It all started a few days ago when the fishermen here saw a large number of ships passing through the White Tide Strait and landing in Inglvig. They were not fishermen and were wearing heavy armor.
This matter was quickly reported to the nearby lord, Earl Stuart. The old earl felt that things were not good. Beyond the White Tide Strait was Gaul Naro. If it was the enemy's army, he should have received news in advance, but now there was nothing.
Earl Stuart was thankful for his vigilance, for he immediately raised his army, and the next day the enemy from Gaulnalo surrounded his castle.
They tried to take over this place. As long as they occupied Stuart Territory, the local resources would be enough for their follow-up troops to rest and recuperate, or even use it as a base to continue advancing into the interior of Inglvig.
Therefore, Earl Stuart made a bold decision. He did not listen to others, but stayed here.
He is now a nail that pins the Gaulnalo army to the Stuart territory. If they turn to attack other territories, it will bring a huge marching burden and the attack will fail. Therefore, Earl Stuart did not retreat and has held on until today.
They only sent their trusted confidants on horseback to other territories to convey the news one by one until they reached the Platinum Palace of Old Dunling. During these days of persistence, he had been waiting for support from other territories.
The knights once again defeated the enemy and drove them out through the gap in the city wall. Then more people rushed up to reinforce the broken gap.
Earl Stuart was so old that he felt tired. He sat casually on the steps, and his servants ran towards him cautiously in the shadows.