Bang...
In the city lord's mansion of Broken Bridge City, the young city lord Harding Holden slammed the table fiercely, stood up angrily, and said angrily at the dozen or so nobles at the table:
"The untouchables of Coldwind City will not succeed. They will not be able to defeat my father. What do you have to worry about?"
The dozens of nobles present here are all old, with old faces and gloomy eyes. They stayed quietly with the loud assertions of Young City Lord, and only communicated with each other with their eyes.
The richly decorated drawing room is quite dull. The waiter standing in the corner didn't dare to show up. The crystal chandelier hung on the ceiling illuminates the face of everyone present, but it cannot reflect what they think.
Harding Holden stood up and scanned his eyes. He thought that his speech would be echoed by everyone, but the situation was contrary to what he had imagined.
These nobles who mastered the destiny of Broken Bridge City all looked away, and no one wanted to look at him.
Young City Lord glanced around, and reached out his hand to point at a nearby person, "Sir Brown, what is your opinion on the current situation?"
The nobleman who was pointed out was immediately embarrassed, neither daring to be sure nor denying it. He reluctantly glanced at Harding, but after all he couldn't say anything useful, he shook his head after a few moments.
"There is too little information currently known, and my opinion is still immature. You can discuss it again, and it is better to stabilize the key points."
Young City Lord was impatient, and quickly ordered another person, "Sir Siddings, you are my father's friend for many years and a friendship for more than 30 years. You should always express your opinion on the situation."
The second nobleman who was pointed out coughed a few times, but said a few useful words, "It's too dark now, I'm afraid it's not a good idea to leave the city rashly. We don't know where the Lord Lord is?"
Sir Siddlings seemed to have a bit of status, and other nobles followed suit.
"Yeah, it's really not a good idea to go out at night."
"We have absolute trust in the strength of the Lord of the City."
"The strength of Cold Wind City is insufficient, and it must not be able to hurt him."
"Let's wait until dawn. Maybe it's dawn, the Lord of the City will be back."
Everyone was disturbed, Harding Horton was anxious. He banged the table again and shouted loudly: "Master Bank of the Long Legs family can use arcane magic to find my father. Since you have faith in my father, why don't you send troops?"
The young young city lord pointed to the old wizard Bank who was sitting next to him, trying to persuade the rich and powerful in the city who had assembled in the middle of the night with various reasons.
The chief prophesied sitting aside blankly, sighing deeply in his heart.
Compared with Victor Hugo, who moved quickly and decisively, the nobles in the North were too slow and too slow.
The situation in Coldwind City developed rapidly, forcing the Long-legged family to make various plans. Old Bank arrived at Broken Bridge City shortly after nightfall, hoping to join forces with the Holden family.
But the city lord Kyle Holden brought the main family force to defend against the invaders in Coldwind City.
It was only one day after that. Before dark, there were still soldiers who came back to protect their safety, and naturally there was no news after dark.
After entering the city, Old Bank went to visit the Holden family. It happened that the young city lord Harding Holden gathered the great nobles in the city and asked them to send troops overnight as their back-up.
But the nobles in the city are all shitting, and they have to wait until dawn. Their reasons are also varied, including'it is not convenient at dark','worrying about the emptiness of troops in the city', and'very confident in your lord of the city'.
When everyone turned away from the quarrel, the prophet chief touched Harding's arm with the ring in his hand. A ox-hair needle popped out of the ring, piercing a drop of blood.
The agitated Harding didn't feel the pain, didn't notice it at all. Through this drop of blood of close relatives, Old Bank secretly cast a spell to spy on Kyle Holden's current situation.
The result..., very bad.
There are tensions in the blood, anger, regret, and horror. This is by no means a sign of safety, Kyle Holden must have been attacked.
The situation is pretty bad.
After taking a few deep breaths, Old Bank held his breath. He can't say, he must be indifferent. When Harding asked him to express his position, he said solemnly: "Everyone, I understand your hesitation. There are difficulties in sending troops at night.
But you must not take Victor Hugo lightly. He sent people to attack your manor and village outside the city. This is by no means a good sign. "
A nobleman asked in a deep voice: "This is what we worry about. Who knows who the monsters in the Black Forest want to attack? Maybe he just wants to lead us out of the city? Where is the city lord's team?"
"Twenty kilometers east of the city, near the town of Green Valley." Old Bank raised his staff, "I have locked the position of Lord City Lord by casting a spell. As long as you can bring troops to rush over."
Another nobleman asked: "So where is the enemy?"
This question is not easy to answer. Old Bank pondered for a while, "In Green Valley Town. The Hugo of Coldwind City used that town as a base to attack you."
Little City Lord Harding immediately said happily: "This is just right! Everyone sent troops to cooperate with my father to take down Green Valley Town in one fell swoop. Everyone, didn't you always want that wine-rich town? Now the opportunity is here."
A dozen nobles at the table whispered and talked. The situation sounds good, but they have their own plans, and no one is willing to move easily.
This is the case of the ruling structure of the alien world. The city lord can only give orders to the nobles who belong to him, and has nothing to do with the nobles. Every time you send troops, you must either mobilize your own family's personnel, or discuss with the nobles of your subjects.
Therefore, the great aristocracy always wanted to annex the small aristocracy in order to expand their direct influence. On the one hand, the little nobles need the shelter of the big nobles, and at the same time they must avoid being annexed by the big nobles.
When Old Bank heard the quarrel, he knew that they would not make any moves until the situation became clear. A similar situation happened in the Long-legged family, as did the Buche family in Banshee Fort.
This mobilization efficiency is very poor.
Even if Harding succeeded in urging the great nobles in the city to mobilize at night, it would take dawn to get out of the city. If we gather our troops again at dawn, I'm afraid we won't be able to dispatch until tomorrow afternoon.
By then, the day lily was cold.
But a dozen or so nobles repeated Harding's words in turn, "The untouchables of Coldwind City will only be harassed by running around, and they can't deal with the lord of the city. Harding, don't worry. Your father will definitely be fine. of."
Just drag and drag, no matter what, the nobles in the city just won't move. It dragged on until the next day.
Early in the morning, Harding Horton ran to the head of the city and looked east in the bright morning light. He not only sent a large number of scouts, but also forced all a dozen nobles to the top of the city last night.
"I hope everyone is prepared, if it happens..." After staying up all night, the young city lord was really in a bad mood. But before he finished his ruthless words, the scout who had just left the city came back with good news.
"The Lord of the City is back, and the Lord of the City is safe and sound. He beat the enemy hard, killed countless people, and won a great victory."
The scout rode a horse and ran under the city, cheering loudly. The young city lord and the big nobles on the head of the city were all taken aback. Harding, who was worried all night, was immediately ecstatic when he heard the news and went out of the city to greet him personally.
Kyle Horton returned home with dozens of family knights on his horse, majestic and angrily. Many of them were wounded, and their armor was covered with blood, but they were all good and full of energy.
"Father...!" Harding galloped up, cheering, "Are you really defeating those despicable untouchables in Coldwind City?"
"Hahaha...! Boy, how can you be so suspicious of me?"
Kyle Holden was sitting on horseback, full of blood. When he saw his son, he showed his father-like appearance, and reached out his hand to touch his son's head, "I fought Victor Hugo and defeated him completely."
Harding saw that there were fewer people around his father, and his armor was also damaged. "Father, you are injured. Where are Uncle Sack and Uncle Hall?"
The victorious team passed through the city gate. A dozen nobles who refused to send troops all gathered at the city gate last night to greet the patriarch of the Holden family. They were all surprised when they saw Kyle Holden returning home in blood.
When Kyle Holden saw this group of nobles, a few sharp expressions flashed in his eyes. He said loudly to his son: "The people in Coldwind City were defeated by me. Zack and Hall led more than a hundred people to pursue them to Green Valley Town. Don't worry too much."
What this said was so stable, it was also considered impeccable.
News of the return of the city lord's victory quickly spread throughout the city, and the clarion call to celebrate the triumph was sounded on the city wall. The young city lord said he wanted to celebrate, and even forgot the unpleasantness of last night.
Just waiting to enter the City Lord's Mansion, Kyle Holden only kept his son beside him. Suddenly he held Harding's shoulders, fell physically weak, and shouted weakly: "Child, find me a pastor."
"Father..." Harding was shocked. He stretched out his hand to support his father's body, only to find that the clothes under his armor were soaked. He pressed it a little harder, and blood flowed out.
Kyle Holden has fallen down, and then hurriedly ordered: "You must keep the family's face and keep an eye on those in the city..., those..."
Before he finished speaking, he was fainted to death.