The weather is brighter in the early morning, but there are still some cold factors in the air that have not faded after a night. When people and horses breathe, the water vapor forms a layer of hoar frost in the mouth and nose. At this time, the winter can already be felt in Tonigel. breath.
The team of people and horses passed through a valley with two mountains alternated. The surrounding forest was in fact a cold black color, as if it had emerged from an ink painting. Farther away, the mountains were green behind the clouds.
A group of more than 30 people, all covered in armor, each with a weapon; these are full-time soldiers, but not Eruin's professional soldiers, but mercenaries. In the Tonigel area, professional soldiers can only be seen in the vicinity of Pallas. The most elite knights of Grudin are gathered on the fortress of the mountain pass extending to the north of Grajal Mountain.
After passing through the valley, the team entered a small clearing surrounded by forests. There was another team staying there. At this moment, they were watching several young men sitting on the ground with their heads down.
When these young people heard the sound, they looked up and saw the serious face of the middle-aged aristocrat led by the comer. Most of their faces showed a look of sincerity and fear; but only the young people who were surrounded by them remained silent, but a little annoyed. .
The middle-aged nobleman rides on his favorite horse. This horse is called the black fox. It is tall and covered in black mane like a smooth satin—the purest horse from the northern descent—this horse when he was young. He accompanied him from birth to death, and although he has entered the twilight years and is no longer the courage of the past, Sir Mintai still has a deep affection for it.
He looked down at these young men without saying a word.
This person is Sir Mintai, and these men are his staff. Many days ago, the former had received news of the riots led by the Fir Baron, but this wily nobleman did not dispatch immediately; in Eruin, his vassals broke into the house owner without the order of the lord. His leadership was in the same rebellion, and Sir Mintai repeatedly confirmed that the news was reliable before ordering his knights to set off.
The Mintai area adjoins the Fir Baron, and the army almost arrives in the morning; he assembled his troops overnight, and by the early morning of the next day, he had left the hilly area of Mintai and entered the flat valley along the Geers River. Gals Ferry is near. The scouts earlier reported that the ferry was not occupied by the mob, and many people in the town didn't even know what happened in Fir City. The cavalry has been ten miles deep along the coast, and there is no trace of mob activity.
Sir Mintai was not too surprised. According to the news he received, it was only a few mercenaries who participated in the riots in Fir City. These people were lawless and could do anything. These guys, who are no different from robbers in his eyes, are likely to have disappeared long ago after a looting.
As for further control of the ferry, unless the opponent tries to take the opportunity to occupy the firs baronial, Sir Mintai thinks that he has considered too much; the opponent is just a group of mercenaries, keen on money, they are unlikely to be there. Waiting to be wiped out.
He was originally worried about whether there was Madara behind this, after all, the undead army was still in the south, but now it seems that the situation is quite clear.
This is just a riot.
This made Sir Mintai a sigh of relief.
However, his good mood didn't last long. A news that bothered him had already reached his ears through the mouth of his trusted followers, which is why he has brought more than 30 people to appear in this mountain forest now.
The young man surrounded by him, wearing a beige coat, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a long sword at his waist, and looking at him-the eyebrows are somewhat similar to the jazz himself, and he is his youngest son.
This young son is the favorite of his three heirs. He has quick thinking and has shown talent since he was a child. The Jazz has put a lot of effort into him, but the latter can be said to be unappreciative. In his early years, he was idle and unwilling to be serious. Later, he was sent to the neighboring brothers of Mahuru to practice in the hope that he could restrain his character. As I wished, after gaining insights outside, there were more whimsical ideas in my mind.
The cronies who passed the letter have told him the whole story. When he was caught up, the young master planned to take his servants and attendants to leave the house. The specific reason is not clear yet, but Sir Tay is not allergic to it. These young people on the ground were out of anger.
"Go ahead," he asked condescendingly on horseback, "what's the situation?"
The young man sitting on the ground didn't care about his prestige at all, and raised his chin: "It's too boring, my father."
"Huh," Sir Mintai said in a deep voice, "Aren't you going to experience war, I'll take you to see it once. But what's the situation? You'd better explain to me clearly—"
"War? It's just a group of mobs. What kind of war is this kind of little trouble?" The young man smiled and said disdainfully. But he raised his head again and said seriously: "My father, do you know? It is rumored that Princess Griffin has returned to her territory and is summoning her knights—"
Sir Mintai was taken aback. Although he was a nobleman, he was very small. Of course, he had heard the rumors from the north, but it was a banquet for big men. There is no one on a chessboard like him who can’t even count as chess pieces. relation.
"What does this have to do with you?" he asked.
"Of course it does matter," the young man said enthusiastically: "The next battle is to determine the fate of this country. I have decided to plunge into such a magnificent history and follow Her Royal Highness—"
Sir Mintai didn't expect his little son to think like this. After a little startled, he said, "Wings of a whimsical thing. You have never been out. Do you know where the Princess is? What's the situation outside now?"
"I have my own way." The young man said confidently.
Sir Mintai was helpless, knowing that he had been smart since he was a child, and he might really find a way for him. But he shook his head to throw away the thought, and replied, "I don't care if you can do it, but you'd better think of a way to convince me—"
"My father," the young man hurriedly stood up when he saw this, and argued: "You can't keep me, why don't you let me go out and break the world, stay in Tonigel and hold on to the family business for the rest of your life." A matter of generations, and for me, a true knight should build his own merits in war—"
"War, have you seen a war?" Sir Mintai couldn't help but sneered. When he was young, he was also a knight who followed Grudin. Although he hadn't fought personally for many years, he still retained the habit of alertness until many years later. He dismissed the war that these young people kept talking about, which seemed to be romantic.
But he suddenly stopped. When he was practising with Brother Mahoru, his youngest son had followed Sir Pallas to practice the art of warfare. Although Sir Pallas has no reputation throughout Eruin, Tonigel is a first-class veteran here.
On the fortress on the northern edge of the Grajal Mountains, Sir Pallas commanded the most elite knights under Grudin. On the one hand, they had to guard against attacks from other nobles, and on the other hand, they had to deal with the mountain people in the southern part of the Jeandner region all year round. In native warfare, compared with those professional robbers, the robbers in Tonigel can be regarded as docile as little sheep. Therefore, in this area, everyone who mentions Sir Pallas will first appear in their hearts. The image of a soldier.
Sir Mintai also remembered that his son was also involved in the war between the mountain people and the indigenous people. When it comes to fighting, the other party's experience is probably not much less than his own.
So he shook his head again and said, "Well, I'll give you a chance to convince me."
"What opportunity?" The young man came interested.
"Be an assistant for me and let me see your performance. If you can do this job and take your own role, I will naturally let you go." Of course Sir Mintai didn't think so, but it was just a tactic to slow down the army, he thought. There is no time to entangle with this kid now, and naturally there will be time to take care of him slowly after the battle is over.
Since this kid likes to fight, then just throw it into that guy's hands—Sir Mintai thought so, and of course he thought it was Sir Pallas. Although it is rumored that the relationship between the two most powerful knights under Grudin is not so harmonious, in fact, his personal relationship with each other is pretty good.
But the young man noticed his father's thoughts. His light blue eyes rolled and he smiled slightly: "My father, the other party is just a mob. Did you make a fuss about doing this?"
"Huh, didn't you follow Jomart to learn the art of warfare for so long—" Sir Mintai suddenly realized that this was a good idea. He wanted to find something to make this kid consume his excess energy; he remembered the latest one. An unreliable news, decided to add fire, "I heard that there is a young leader among the mob, who is about your age, but has become the commander-in-chief of the army; on the contrary, you boasted all day, but you didn’t see any. What amazing achievement, and now I give you this opportunity, you don’t want to give it a try?"
The news that Sir Mintai received was indeed that there was a young man among the people who led the riot, but as for the other's age and ability, it was pure stubbornness. He doesn't care who leads the mob. Anyway, it's a mob. As for saying that, it's nothing more than to make his strategy of slowing down work.
"Extreme tactics have no effect on a knight, my father," the young man said verbally, but the apparently interested expression on his face betrayed him. "But okay," he nodded himself at last: "I agree. I'm just going to see how sacred this person is."
Sir Mintai was expressionless, but he secretly smiled in his heart, thinking that Jiang is still old and hot, and no matter how clever your kid is, I will have to play around in the end. In the end, this secret complacency turned into a sigh: Young man, it's still too impulsive.