Chapter 686
Angert count’s reply and tone made Tris Eckert shook his head reluctantly, but Bosval Count, who looked up at the mountain, kept turning his eyes back and forth, curious. Guessing whether there is any feud between the two old fogeys.
"...In short, although the Varna family probably won't give you a good face, you don't need to pay much attention to their emotions at all-the Boyi have a lot of affection, and we and them are blood thicker than water. The alliance will not be easily destroyed because of the grievances of one or two people."
"That is, we are here to save the old bastard. Why do we want us to give them face?" "Helping" aside yelled:
"There was a disturbance, and he refused to say it, and when something went wrong, I was sorry and asked for help from the empire; I could not hold it and secretly wrote a letter for help, who would give him Face..."
Before the old man was finished, Act Count, who turned his head suddenly, gave him a glance; the boss of Angot Count, who was warned, was still unconvinced and turned his head with a grunt. .
Eckert count's face is slightly dark, and he solemnly opened the mouth and said: "More importantly, you are the Lord of Byrne, the Duke of Torino; apart from the Supreme Emperor, no one is worthy of your bow. Salute!"
Seeing his serious expression, Loren nodded.
The black hair wizard is very clear. Count just said this to give himself a little confidence, and at the same time he was unwilling to gossiping behind others; on the contrary, Loren himself somewhat disagrees.
Elder the Elder of the Morning Star, the Fresswalker and the Corona Master of Eboden, the ministers of the Royal Council... These old stubborn old men, Loren can be described as "experienced and knowledgeable", He didn't take Acter's words seriously.
"That...Grand Duke Laszlo Varna and Angote count are of the same generation, and they have also experienced the generation of'Black Duke' Roland, right?"
Small man The wizard suddenly asked in a soft voice curiously: "Remember that Roland Torino's fame battle is the Centaur War... Then why does the Lord Duke still have no good feelings for the Byrners?"
Following Ayin's words At the same time, Actt Count and Angert fell silent at the same time, and turned their eyes to each other awkwardly.
Looking at the expressions of the two people, Loren couldn't help but eyebrows raised.
"Oh...I asked something that shouldn't be asked?"
"No, you asked very well! It's just..." Eckert counts reluctantly. The little wizard laughed, his eyes still involuntarily turned to the side.
"Look at what I am doing, you don't know it!" Angot count twitched his lips, flashing the back of his head to the other party, and his eyebrows kept moving: "Anyway...it's the same thing."
Eckert was helplessly sighed, and slowly looked back towards Loren and the little wizard with a curious look:
"It should be said...because of that centaur During the war, Grand Duke Varna would complain about Byrne...or rather, complain about the Torino family."
"Why?" The two said in unison.
"Because to a certain extent, the Centaur War..." Eckert count paused, seemingly reluctant to say: "It was provoked by Roland."
The little wizard stared wide-eyed, shocked.
"This is mainly because the Duke of Roland at that time noticed that the Centaur was unifying, so he led the Red Blood Castle Knight to cross the green sea and attacked their hinterland. As a result, the Centaur thought it was the empire who wanted Attack them aggressively and destroy them, and then..."
The more I traced the darker and darker Ackert count, I couldn't say it halfway through.
"Then they really unified and launched a counterattack against Boye?"
"This is not entirely correct, but..." Eckert counts very hard He pursed his lips: "You can also say the same."
Loren couldn't help rolling the eyes.
"But no matter what, Duke Roland did win the Centaur War-after the entire three generations, they have never had the strength to counterattack."
"Although The Knight of Byrne won a decisive victory in this war, but the Boys...especially the Varna family contributed a lot and even willingly obeyed Roland's dispatch. Several battles suffered heavy casualties!"
"The war at the later stage, Roland refused the empire’s reinforcements, and the Varna family still firmly supported him; Byrne’s long journey and difficult transportation of materials, they exhausted the wealth of the entire young boy, and did not let the empire be killed by a single soldier. Step into the territory of Poi."
"The Varna family originally hoped that in this way, Roland could support their family's re-election as the Grand Duke of Poi, and completely cast the absolute hegemony of the Varna family in Poi. "
"But in order to stabilize the situation in Boi, the Black Duke finally chose the patriarch of the Jonah family, which was popular at the time, instead of the father of the Grand Duke Laszlo Varna, in accordance with the tradition of the Boi people. "
Acte count slowly sighed then said: "So...you can imagine what Laszlo Varna, who succeeded to the throne, is towards our Black Duke?"
The silent Loren nodded, said nothing.
"Of course, you don't have to worry too much." Eckert said with relief: "They took the initiative to ask for help this time. Even if Duke Varna is not happy, it is impossible to treat you..."
"Quiet——!"
At this moment, Bosval Count, who had been "watching the show" by his side, suddenly let out a low growl; the slightly frowned General Eckert He turned his gaze to him: "What's the matter?"
"It's a quarter of an hour, it's been a quarter of an hour." Bocival's eyes were solemn: "The rangers sent to explore the road ahead have not yet come back! "
"Could it be that they met the person to respond?" Anget Count tentatively asked: "We have been walking for almost a day, and here is not far from Boyi." "
"Even so, we can't take this risk." Eckert count said categorically, turning his gaze to the black hair wizard: "Duke, give an order!"
In an instant, the forefront of the entire marching queue fell silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Loren Torino's every move, waiting for his decision.
Without hesitation, Loren slowly raised his left hand:
"The whole army...Alert!"
The black hair wizard's words echoed in the sky.
As soon as his voice fell, the messengers waving the dovetail flag yelled while running backwards; in the noise, the soldiers began to line up one after another under the command of the commander, without any panic.
Under the empty dome, the huge queue begins to move quickly like a sophisticated war machine; each flag represents a gear, and each soldier represents a key interface.
Countless noises, shouts, footsteps, bugles... An army of thousands or even tens of thousands is fundamentally different from a small army of hundreds of people, just thinking It will take a lot of time to get them to stay in place.
The efficiency of the entire process, the orderliness of the queue, the speed of command transmission... are the most intuitive manifestations of the military discipline and battle strength of an army.
"Cavalry——, array——!!!"
Thousands of military flags were raised, and the drums rang; 'Flags' are arranged in a compact conical array, one by one approaching the front, forming a huge diagonal square array;
"Vertical spear——!!!"
In an instant, the multi-colored swallow-tail flag stands upright like a sea of flowers.
"Prepare for war——!!!"
Eckert Count pulled out his sword and slashed it from the top of his head; the cavalry uniformly raised the iris shield and pressed it to his chest forward.
The reloading phalanx that followed closely from behind was completely blocked, lurking behind thick smoke, horseshoes and battle flags;
In the billowing smoke, Loren’s left hand gently With a snap of his fingers, the pupils strengthened by "Transcendence Perception" looked far away, staring at the end of the field of vision.
Farther away, on the boundary between the sky and the grassland, a pitch-black "thin line" filled his sight; Loren seemed to be able to hear the line from an immeasurable distance. The sound of shouting, roaring, roaring.
On both sides of Loren, the little complexion pale wizard has taken out his bow; Lu Sien held his swords without saying a word, clasping the reins with both hands; scratching his head and mouth full The grumbling McAfee was the same as usual, with a heavy long halberd hanging on the side of the saddle.
"How is it?" Eckert Count frowned, as if asking himself: "Is it an enemy or a friend?"
Loren's face was expressionless, his right hand slowly Hold down the hilt of the "Dawn" sword on the side of the saddle:
"It's the enemy."