"My lord," the knight replied with some embarrassment, "the last news came from the scouts of the Second Column of the Southern Legion, which was resting north of Emden. We had fifty hussars there. They were originally After completing the task of investigating the direction of Schafflund, he returned to the vicinity of Fort Mintai to rest."
"Very well, tell me what they found?"
"The last news they came back was that the army was heading towards Paris."
"Paris direction?" Grand Duke Goran-Elson took a breath: "They are attacking the Wayland Ferry, what do they want? What do they want!? Do they want me to have an operation?"
He was so angry that he was about to repeat this sentence several times. The poor knight saw that every vein on the forehead of his usual graceful and steady lord was clearly visible, as if he was choosing someone and devouring him. He couldn't help shivering.
The Duke of Golan-Elson took a few breaths sharply, and the Alder River traversed Fort Mintai, turning to the east of Fort Mintai and flowing south into Schafflund. The Wayland Ferry is located on the southern beach of the river near the East Mintai Forest. The Tonigal attacking in that direction is obviously impossible to support Fort Mintai, let alone threatening Tegen further north—because it is simply Going differently.
The other party obviously only had one purpose, and that was to attack the noble coalition's large camp between Paris and Mintai. This was daring and completely ignored him, the Lord Duke.
But after Duke Goran-Elson said this, he suddenly realized something and stopped to ask: "You said this is the last news from the scouts?"
"Yes, because a Buga wizard saw in the sky that these poor scouts had been defeated. In fact, no one escaped in that battle."
The poor young knight couldn't help but glanced at the bloody helmet on the ground.
"Unless I am crazy," Duke Goran-Elson repeated this sentence: "Unless I am crazy, I will believe all this, but well, tell me what happened, since there are wizards watching After all of this, he must know what happened at that time, why the entire squadron of the light cavalry could not escape without a single person, could it be said that Horta originally had a whole corps in the Tonigelian garrison? Or is it that they were among them? There is a great mage, by the way, you mentioned that damn sword saint to me, do you want to tell me that it is an extreme sword saint?"
"My lord," the knight replied tremblingly, "sir, the wizard said that the poor scouts all committed suicide... he..."
"Enough, are you kidding me?"
"My lord, what I said is true. The wizard was also terrified. He saw all that with his own eyes, and... He asked me to tell you that the sword saint is indeed an extreme sword saint, and he seems to have mastered it. A related field that makes people hallucinate..."
"Well, this is the reason why the Buga people call friends and friends. My noble gentlemen know that they are afraid?" Duke Goran-Elson laughed back when he heard the words, and couldn't help but say something swearing. : "A sword saint of extreme realm, masters the field related to illusion, Eluin has no such a fucking person at all, okay, 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 madman here who wants to lead a bunch of desperadoes to take it. I am the first level, so let him come, I am here waiting for him."
"grown ups… "
"roll!"
The knight exited the tent in embarrassment.
After a while, a rustling sound came from outside the tent again. Duke Golan-Elson raised his head and saw a man lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in. He narrowed his eyes and saw that the other party was the usurper from Yanbao.
Seeing this man, Lord Duke remembered the damn agreement he had made with the Buga, and couldn't help but sneered: "This is the agreement between you and these damn Buga?"
"It looks like your lord is very angry," the comer smiled: "Is it my negligence that put our allies in such a situation?"
"Close your stinky mouth, usurper, this chaotic situation is your plan? Now you are going to tell me that the Corcovado royal family actually hides an extreme sword master who masters illusion related fields— An extreme sword saint!"
Duke Golan-Elson said with a deep face: "Even in the holy war, the empires have never dispatched a strong man of this level. Do you really understand what that means? Look at the damned ones. Bougainvillea, they have been so scared to piss off!"
Hearing the name of the usurper, the comer's face became gloomy, but he still smiled: "They are just some apprentices. The truly powerful Thassard wizards are 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-Elson said angrily, and he drew out his sword with a violent sound and put it on the neck of the visitor. Above: "If you plan to let my people act as cannon fodder here, I will make you regret it."
A gleam of cold light flashed in the eyes of the visitor, but his face was not afraid, and he only reached out the tip of the opponent's sword: "It looks like you are terrified. My Lord Duke is just an extreme sword master. He is coming here. If you die, let him come."
"It's just an extreme swordsman?" Duke Goran-Elson looked at the guy in front of him weirdly: "Could it be that you have all lost your heart, and a mere Mephistopheles made the Cruz empire burn out. He was still famous when he became famous. It's just a quasi-extreme realm. There are only a few high-ranking powerhouses like this in the temple of flames in Nuo Da?"
"The Great Holy See of the Temple of Flame is already a sage," the person who came to replied: "Moreover, Eruin is not that he has never had such a strong man, but that was a matter of decades ago."
He looked at the eyes of Duke Goran-Elson: "Okay, I will find a way to win your trust, Lord Duke. Trust is won by action, and this is understandable. This extreme sword master, just How about the army entrusted to me to deal with it personally?"
Duke Goran-Elson looked at this guy suspiciously, if he could, he didn't want to believe even a word the other party said.
But the current situation is obviously not for him to choose.
"Although I think you are dying, it is your choice. I will not stop you. If you are in trouble, it is better not to come to me." He replied, "Also, I think you are better Think of a way to make the Bugga move faster. I am more willing to trust them than you."
"Of course you need the help of the wizards, but if you just stop the arrogant people, it doesn't have to be so troublesome," Earl Yanbao sneered: "The Duke only needs to wait for my good news here."
"Hopefully, it's not your head being sent back."
Of course, it is naturally impossible for Grand Duke Golan-Elson to say this. He just silently glanced at the blood-stained helmet on the ground, thinking so in his heart.
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Matthew sat firmly on the saddle with his whole body clothed, and the shiny breastplate also wore the candlelight medal from the first Black Rose War. The spear was hung on the saddle, and the family's ancestral sword was firmly held in his hand. -Taran's Fang. He straightened his body like a straight javelin. The north wind on the battlefield could not make the rider messy. Instead, he held up his scarlet cloak, like a beautiful banner.
"Go forward, go forward, maintain the formation!" Matthew tried to control his soldiers to keep intact formation across the river beach. In this weather, it was a difficult challenge. People were constantly falling down from freezing, and they were immediately covered by the piercing river water. Washed away.
But no one cared about the fallen ones, because they couldn't stand up anymore. The knight in charge of the supervising team held the whip and kept driving the noble private soldiers forward.
The knights of the front team had already crossed the beach. They got off their horses from their saddles and immediately wiped their mounts with dry cloth felt. The horses of the Southern Legion were Golan-Elsen horses with the blood of Warcraft. This kind of horse was born on the high ground. Extremely cold-resistant, but also unable to endure the ghostly weather of this ice and snow.
Farther away, the knights are regrouping, riding horseshoes on the snow, kicking up the fine snow foam and moving forward.
Matthew’s attack is to attack seven or eight manors, fortresses and villages in the forest east of Mintai. For both attacking and defensive parties, a fortress offensive and defensive battle is certainly not limited to the fortress. itself. Although the defense system of Mintai Fort is simple, it also includes a series of acropolises around it. In addition to the avenue leading to the firs in the direction of Horta, the manors and villages in the East Mintai Forest also block this branch. The army’s road to Schafflund.
Tonygal’s defenders are distributed in the forest. For Matthew, the commander in charge of the defense forces in these places is a very clever opponent. The opponent has limited forces, but the resistance is well-organized. At least so far, There is no sign of rout.
Matthew understood that Lord Duke might not be satisfied with the progress in this direction, but his staff were mixed and not everyone obeyed his command. It is like saying that on both sides of the river beach, there are seven or eight noble knights and lords' armies, together there are about seven or eight hundred people, but the orders are different, which seriously slows down their marching speed.
What's more serious is that apart from being sloppy and not obeying orders, the noble knights still have the mind to preserve their strength. No one is a real stupid in this war. The nobles will not give others a wedding dress. It seems that these people all hope that the offensive in the direction of the main fort of Mintai will make progress, so that they will not win the battle.
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