When night fell, the heavy snow finally stopped.
But that doesn't mean the worst is over.
In fact, it is not cold when it snows, but it is really terrible after snow.
Under the order of Marquis Garcia, the black cavalry camped on the spot and lit a bonfire.
If we don't warm up by the fire and eat something warm, I'm afraid this army will experience non-combat attrition.
Colin didn't go to squeeze into the camp, but curled up under the belly of the horse, and roasted the fire alone.
In fact, the inside of the tent is not much warmer than under the horse's belly, and one is more comfortable alone.
At least, the matter of him drinking blood will not be seen by others.
The blood was fox blood, which was saved by an unlucky snow fox he caught before.
Of course, while drinking the blood, Colin also took out a few mouthfuls of the hard jerky, so as not to let people find out that he didn't eat normal food.
While eating and drinking, he was thinking about what Marquis Garcia had said before.
Colin didn't understand much at the time, but the Marquis didn't explain in detail either.
Colin didn't ask any further questions either. After all, he couldn't ask everything, which would make him a bit stupid as a student.
That's right, at this moment Colin has already considered himself a student of Marquis Garcia.
Just as he was thinking about the real intention of Marquis Garcia, a figure approached him.
"Would you like some wine?"
With the light of the fire, Colin could see who was coming.
It was Lord Fran Dawson.
"Of course!" Colin took the wine bag from Earl Dawson and took a big gulp.
After one sip, it seemed as if the flames were on fire from the throat to the stomach, and the feeling made the whole person energetic.
"Cool! Good wine!"
Earl Dawson laughed loudly, and proudly said: "Of course, our dwarf spirits are not the best in the empire, but they are definitely the most exciting! Especially suitable for drinking in this damn weather!"
Compared with the five mainstream races in this world, dwarves are not considered a big force.
They are distributed all over the Glorious Empire, and the total number is probably around one million.
Precisely because of their weak strength, the dwarves have always hugged the thighs of the human race tightly, and regarded themselves as a vassal race of the human race.
There are even some rumors that dwarves are actually a subspecies of humans.
However, this statement has not received much approval.
Because dwarves cannot become knights by being baptized by church priests like humans.
Moreover, the knight is the exclusive occupation of the human race.
Although the dwarves have always claimed to believe in the Lord of Radiance in order to better integrate into humans, it is clear that the Lord of Radiance has not bestowed his glory on these dwarves.
As a result, the warrior on the rotten street became the only career that the dwarves could choose.
This profession with limited potential makes it impossible for dwarves to produce truly strong people.
So, this is not a race known for its force.
However, they are good at forging and brewing.
Blacksmithing, in particular, is a skill that makes dwarves popular in the back-office of armies.
However, the military merit of the logistics department is definitely not as good as that of the soldiers fighting on the front line, so very few dwarves can rely on military merit to become nobles.
Not to mention the big nobles like the Earl.
Therefore, this Earl of Dawson is particularly conspicuous.
And more importantly, his count was conferred by the Marquis of Garcia.
Marquis Garcia's foundation is in the Black Cavalry Army, and his vassals are basically senior generals in the army.
But he conferred the title of earl in his own name to a dwarf.
Moreover, this is the only earl he canonized.
This is very unusual.
The Black Cavalry is a pure cavalry army, and the height of the dwarves limits their possibility to become excellent cavalry.
Moreover, as far as Colin knew, although Earl Dawson was a warrior, his rank was not high.
Therefore, Earl Dawson's military exploits obviously did not rely on force.
In the Black Cavalry, Earl Dawson seems to be the shadow of Marquis Garcia.
The Marquis Garcia is the soul of this army and the banner on the bright side, while Earl Dawson is the butler behind the scenes, maintaining the logistics support and tedious daily affairs of this army.
Although Earl Dawson's work is mostly unknown, he was canonized as an earl by the Marquis Garcia as a dwarf, which shows his importance to the Black Cavalry.
Therefore, after Colin joined the Black Cavalry, apart from Marquis Garcia, the person he paid the most attention to was Earl Dawson.
And because Marquis Garcia looked at Colin differently, Earl Dawson, who was the shadow of the Marquis, was also quite enthusiastic about Colin.
As a result, the two gradually became acquainted.
At this moment, Colin and Earl Dawson were huddled under the horse's belly, each drinking a sip of wine, and at the same time chatting about the mountains.
Earl Dawson fought with Marquis Garcia for half his life. He has experienced all kinds of storms and waves, and he has always been successful in bragging.
But he didn't expect that this time, Ke Lin would steal the limelight.
Colin directly told Earl Dawson all kinds of fairy tales in another world, which frightened the dwarf earl for a while.
When Earl Dawson asked him where he read these stories, Colin nonsense said that a passing bard in the town of Graycastle told him when he was a child.
Of course, Earl Dawson couldn't verify it, so he could only continue to listen to Colin fooling around.
After talking nonsense, Colin felt relieved.
"I now understand why Lord Marquis values you so much."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because you can blow!"
Colin laughed, of course he knew the other party was joking.
However, his expression changed, and he asked, "Master Earl, do you really think that Mr. Marquis values me because of this?"
Seeing Colin's serious expression, Earl Dawson knew that the other party was sincerely asking, so he put away his joking expression and asked, "What do you think is the reason?"
Colin took a sip of wine, thought for a moment and said:
"Either it's because of the previous battle on the running river, or it's because of Miss Vera. But... I don't think either of these two things seem to be enough for Lord Marquis to take care of me like this?"
really.
You know, the Angelet family is a vassal of the Duke of St. Hilde, so Colin is basically an outsider to the Black Cavalry, a system that is completely subordinate to the Marquis of Garcia.
No matter how outstanding war talent Colin showed during the previous escape, and no matter how much Miss Vera liked him, it was not enough for Marquis Garcia, the God of the Northern Army, to take care of him as an outsider.
Earl Dawson nodded upon hearing this, then shook his head again, and said mysteriously: "Hey. You will know later."
Colin was depressed for a while, this kind of appetizing answer is the most annoying.
Before he could continue to ask, Earl Dawson abruptly changed the subject: "Do you know why the Marquis didn't continue to follow the army of trolls in front?"
This is actually the question that Colin has been thinking about just now.
And I already had some ideas, and when Earl Dawson asked, he replied:
"I think that the army of trolls ahead should not be our top priority."
"Then what is it?"
"Wolf cavalry!" Colin breathed out a mouthful of alcohol and said confidently:
"On this flat and wide ice field, only cavalry can deal with cavalry. Therefore, the troll wolf cavalry is the only threat to the black cavalry. As long as they are found and wiped out first, the remaining troll army is waiting lamb to the slaughter."
Earl Dawson clapped his hands and praised with a smile:
"Knight Bliss is right, you are indeed naturally suitable for the battlefield."
(end of this chapter)