At the foot of Thorn Mountain, the camp of the Pegasus Legion.
In the temporary command post, the atmosphere was so stagnant that it was almost suffocating.
Viscount Alston bowed his head and knelt on the ground, his whole body in a panic.
I finally remembered to take off the napkin on my chest, but the dress was still stained with a little sauce.
However, there is only sauce.
no blood.
With this appearance, it was hard to believe that he had escaped from the battlefield, but it was more like he had just returned from a failed fight for food.
Viscount Alston also felt a little regretful at this time - there should be some blood on his clothes!
It would be better to injure yourself a little more.
Just as he was thinking wildly, Marquis Vincent on the opposite side finally made a movement.
After suffering a series of blows, the Marquis of the East Territory's temper has become increasingly unpredictable.
He thought that after hearing the news that the 40,000 army was wiped out, he would be furious.
But who would have thought that Marquis Vincent just quietly listened to Viscount Alston's report, and then gave a faint "oh".
It was as though Viscount Alston had brought back not news of the defeat but the anecdote of a bad lunch he had had.
It's just that the long silence that followed made all the officers of the Pegasus Legion feel anxious and restless.
Fortunately, Marquis Vincent stood up after all.
I saw him walking slowly in front of Viscount Alston, condescendingly looking down at his once most capable assistant, with no joy or anger in his eyes.
Then, he drew the sword from his waist.
Seeing this, Viscount Alston was frightened out of his wits.
He knew that if he didn't do something, he might lose his life.
"Marquis... Lord Marquis! Please listen to me!"
"Say it." Marquis Vincent's face sank like water, but the movements of his hands did not stop.
At the moment when the long sword was about to hit his neck, Viscount Alston hurriedly shouted: "Master Marquis! I have a way to help you capture Silvermoon City! Please give me a chance to redeem myself!"
The long sword finally stopped.
Marquis Vincent looked at Viscount Alston, who was covered in cold sweat, and asked lightly, "What can I do?"
Viscount Alston let out a long breath, and suddenly felt that his pants seemed a little wet...
But he quickly restrained himself.
Viscount Alston understood that this was his only chance, and if he failed to answer this question, he would definitely die here.
"Lord Marquis, although our army was defeated by the Black Cavalry Army outside Silver Moon City, under the heroic counterattack of the soldiers, it also caused great casualties to the Black Cavalry Army!
Please believe me, the remnant army of the Black Cavalry Army, which was already small in number, no longer has much fighting power at this time!
As long as you give me another army, I will definitely be able to help you capture Silvermoon City! "
After listening to Viscount Alston's words, Marquis Vincent did not immediately agree.
At the same time, the long sword in his hand was still resting on the opponent's shoulder.
The officers of the Pegasus Legion in the camp heard Viscount Alston's words, and they all looked a little contemptuous.
Obviously, Viscount Alston's bloodless uniform is hard to believe. They really "heroically counterattacked" the Black Cavalry and caused "extreme casualties" to the opponent.
But Viscount Alston felt that Marquis Vincent would believe it.
Because, he knew that Marquis Vincent had to believe.
In fact, the best choice for the Pegasus Legion at this time is to withdraw.
But this "best choice" was the worst choice for Marquis Vincent.
He must not accept such a result!
In the Battle of Shadow Canyon, the Pegasus Legion took advantage of the right time and place, but only won one miserable victory.
This has already caused a great blow to the prestige of Marquis Vincent.
That's why the Marquis wanted to move his army northward, capture Silvermoon City, and use a big victory to restore his reputation.
but now…
If the troops were to be withdrawn at this point, how would the Marquis Vincent, who had lost his troops, go back and explain to the Duke of St. Pros
Moreover, Viscount Alston knew that the younger brother of Marquis Vincent, Earl Evan, was not a peaceful person.
Will he take the opportunity to add insult to injury
Therefore, Viscount Alston is sure that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, then Marquis Vincent will never withdraw his troops just like that!
And he will give this glimmer of hope.
"Master Marquis!" Viscount Alston looked at the hesitant Marquis Vincent, and shouted again, "The army in Silvermoon City has not much fighting power, and we are only short of the last blow!
Please give me another chance! I will never let you down again! "
"I generally don't give people a second chance."
Marquis Vincent finally spoke.
His voice was hoarse and deep, but to Viscount Alston's ears, it sounded like an angel's voice!
Sure enough, Marquis Vincent withdrew his long sword and said coldly, "But I would rather let you die on the battlefield than dirty my hands!"
Only then did Viscount Alston breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that his life was temporarily saved.
"However, I will not hand over the army to you again. This time, I will personally lead the attack on Silvermoon City! And you, Viscount Alston, will charge forward as an ordinary knight!"
"Yes, Lord Marquis! As you wish!" Viscount Alston beat his chest with his right hand and responded loudly.
It seems that he has completely forgotten the scene of him running away in embarrassment just now.
At this time, Marquis Vincent seemed to have regained the state he had before entering Silvermoon City, and his tone became passionate again:
"My knights, my warriors! Please tell me, you still have the courage to follow me and conquer the half-elf king city!"
"We would like to follow in your footsteps!"
Of course, the officers did not dare to object at this time.
Because Marquis Vincent's sword has not been sheathed yet.
They didn't want to make themselves the object of Fang Liwei.
Looking at the officers who responded to his call one after another, a trace of disappointment flashed quietly on Marquis Vincent's face - he was really planning to kill someone just now to establish his prestige.
But I didn't expect that everyone had become so smart.
Marquis Vincent, who was full of murderous intent and had nowhere to vent his anger, seemed to remember something, so he asked in a cold tone, "Didn't you capture four thousand half-elven prisoners on Thorn Mountain?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Kill them all!"
Everyone's heart was slightly chilled, and they just wanted to dissuade them, but seeing Marquis Vincent's cold gaze, no one dared to speak out.
"Follow your will!"
Marquis Vincent seemed to be still not satisfied, and ordered again: "Cut off their heads, and pile them together with the heads of those half-elves who died in battle and burned to death under Silvermoon City!
Tell the half-elves in the city that if they continue to fight to the end, this will be their fate! "
"Lord Marquis, you can't do this!" Finally, an officer stood up and dissuaded him, "If you do this, you will completely enrage the half-elves and push them to the north. Silvermoon City will definitely resist..."
Chi!
It's a pity that he was stabbed in the chest by Marquis Vincent before he could finish his dissuading words.
Boom!
The body fell to the ground.
The strong smell of blood instantly filled the camp.
Marquis Vincent's words were like a magic voice from hell: "Who else has any objections?"
"No!"
"Then do it quickly!"
"yes!"
Viscount Alston, who was kneeling on the ground, felt cold all over, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
He suddenly realized that from now on, the relationship between the half-elf and the East Realm would only go further and further...
(end of this chapter)