The vast Stronghold Coalition Army slowly walked on the road to Border Town.
At the forefront of the army was the Knight Regiment composed of the six families of Stronghold. From the armor and dress of each Knight, it was easy to see the difference in strength between the families. There was no doubt that the most eye-catching was the Knight under the command of Duke Ryan. Their mounts were all short-tailed horses from King's City, good at long-distance running, and bigger than the other horses. Sitting on horseback, the Knight looked even more powerful. Their armor was made by the Stronghold's "Hammer and Dragon's Teeth" blacksmith shop. The thick, shiny silver breastplate was engraved with a huge lion head, and the shoulder armor was engraved with two wolf heads, as if they were opening their mouths to roar. The cloak behind them was embroidered with delicate patterns, and the waist was tied with a red silk belt.
These Knight's were not just for show. Every year after the end of the Months of the Demons, they were responsible for clearing the remaining demonic beasts out of the city to ensure that the land route was smooth. Each of them had accumulated a considerable amount of combat experience. When it came to fighting alone, they were not much worse than the King's Knight Regiment, but they were slightly lacking in numbers. Of course, with the power of the Duke, it was already a very amazing cost to create an elite Knight Regiment of 150 people.
Duke Ryan looked at this sharp division with satisfaction. There was no doubt that with their strength, no one in the Western Region could stop him.
Walking in the middle of the team was the mercenary troops. Their equipment was much inferior in comparison. Most of them wore some old chain mail or plate armor, and they either lacked a gauntlet or a helmet. There were also some people who were only equipped with cheap leather armor and a variety of weapons. They were scattered along the road in twos and threes, talking and laughing loudly as they walked. It seemed that this trip was not for fighting, but just for sightseeing.
At the end of the team were the freedmen who had been forcibly recruited by the lords. They dragged a wheelbarrow carrying food and tents, and slowly followed behind the mercenaries. Due to the difference in speed, the troop of about 1,500 people was stretched very long. The Knight troops at the front had to stop from time to time to wait for the troops behind them to catch up.
"My Lord," the Elk Earl Hilte Medra pulled the reins so that he and the Duke were side by side. "We still have half a day's journey to Border Town. If all goes well, we should be able to arrive at the dog hour (4 p.m.). At that time, should the troops rest for the night and wait for the next morning before moving, or should they immediately attack the lord's castle? "
"Don't tell me you want to sleep in the wilderness?" "At night, I think we should be lying in the castle's big bed, not in the wet mud. Of course, he still had to consider the royal family's reputation. After arriving at Border Town, I will first send an envoy to persuade him to surrender. "
The Earl of Honeysuckle, who was walking slightly ahead, turned around and said, "The Knight's men and horses are tired after a day of walking. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to attack directly? After all, Roland Wimbledon relied on his miners to safely survive the entire Months of the Demons. I think it's better for us to be cautious. "
"Haha, it's fine if others don't know, but even you don't know the details of the demonic beasts? My old friend. They are indeed terrible in the wild, fast and amazingly strong, but if there is a wall, most of the demonic beasts are just targets. After all, they are just a group of beasts. " The Elk Earl shrugged and said, "I was surprised that he could build a wall so quickly, but with this alone, it is impossible to resist my Knight, right? They are not brainless fools. "
"Exactly. And I also received a message from the north, "the Duke Of Ryan said casually," This year's Hermes was attacked by a large number of hybrid demonic beasts, and the New Holy City almost fell. At present, it is not clear why, but it seems that this year's demonic beasts are heading for the New Holy City, and the Western Region is just a few fish that escaped the net. "
As the Lord of the Western Region, his eyes were not only focused on this remote area, but also on the major cities and towns for many years, who continuously sent him the latest information. The tragic battle in the north was not the main point. A few days ago, he received a secret report from Cliff City, saying that the new King Timothy and Queen of Clearwater Garcia had a fierce battle in the Eagle City of the Southern Region – and according to the previous news, Timothy's team should arrive in Eagle City in a month.
The letter did not mention the battle, only described that when Timothy returned from Cliff City, there were only a few of the thousands of troops left, and he was even unable to block the road as he did when he came. Some people also saw that Eagle City was set ablaze, and the rising black smoke column was almost at the same level as the clouds, and the residents of the surrounding towns witnessed this spectacle.
There was no doubt that, regardless of whether the Queen of Clearwater was killed by Timothy or not, such a tragic loss was a serious blow to the new King. This secret letter made the Duke Of Ryan restless, and overnight he sent many of his trusted aides to King's City and the Eastern Region, hoping to find out Timothy's current situation. If this battle between the two Kings had the opportunity to destroy the new King's unstable regime, he absolutely did not mind adding another torch to the fire.
If he wanted to be an independent King, now was almost the best opportunity. The soldiers in the North were buried at the foot of the Holy City, and the South had just experienced a war, and obviously needed to lie down and lick their wounds. Not to mention the Eastern Region and King's City, it was likely that they would not be able to recover for a few years. As long as he pulled a group of people to eat the North, he could tear Graycastle in half. At that time, his territory and population would be comparable to the continent's northernmost Kingdom of Eternal Winter, and his strength would be able to compete with Graycastle in the Southeast.
And he, Osmond Ryan, would be the first King of this land.
Thinking of this, the Duke showed a proud smile, he hoped that after this farce ended today, tomorrow he would immediately set foot on the road home with the Prince. If he was lucky, three days later he would be able to receive good news from his trusted aides in the castle.
When the sun gradually set in the west, approaching the peak of the mountains, Ryan saw the looming outline of Border Town Castle … and, outside the town, a group of densely packed figures.
"Father, Your Excellency," Rennes Medde, who was responsible for leading the way in front of the team, rushed back to report, "Those people in front should be the 4th Prince's guards, they are all armed, and it seems that they do not welcome us."
"That's good, at least we don't have to bother going to the castle to invite him," the Earl of the Elk Family said with a smile, "Go inform the Knight to slow down, we are still far away from the charging distance."
"Yes, father," Rennes accepted the order and left.
Duke Of Ryan raised the telescope, looking at the enemy's formation. The team in the mirror looked very strange, they were holding strange weapons, standing next to each other in two dense rows. If the weapon was a spear, then it was impossible to see the spear tip, and the grip was too short. Moreover, the enemy's formation was too unreasonable … such a thin line of defense, wouldn't it be easy to break through?
This made the Duke a little confused, even if the Prince didn't have any military knowledge, he still had the Knight and his guards, it was impossible for them to accompany him, right? After thinking for a moment, the Duke decided to let the mercenaries take the lead, and the Knight's troops temporarily stopped in the charging acceleration area to wait for orders, to see what the Prince was planning.
Of course, the messenger to persuade the Prince to surrender was still needed. Duke Of Ryan called for a guard, "You go and tell the Prince, I have no intention of hurting him, but the decree of King Timothy Wimbledon has arrived, I have no choice but to obey. If he puts down his weapons and surrenders now, he will not suffer any harm, and I will escort him back to King's City in accordance with the treatment of a prince. "
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