This was the battlefield from more than ten days ago.
There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air. Even though it was winter, the corpses had been cleaned up according to Brando's strict requirements. The spread of the plague was no joke, and even though the weather was cold, the youths were not willing to take the risk.
Thus, apart from the bloodstains on the open ground, there were only fragments of armour and weapons scattered across the grass to prove that a fierce battle had taken place here.
A black-feathered bird, a raven or a black-feathered blackbird, flew over the battlefield from a low altitude. The north wind was bleak, and the weather was getting drier and colder by the day.
Due to the lack of a sacrifice, Brando had no choice but to deal with the corpses in a simpler way.
The black pillars of smoke in the sky were proof of this. The smoke rose above the forest like a scene from the end of the world. When the scouts carefully entered this old battlefield, they couldn't help but look at the black pillar of smoke in the southern sky with trepidation.
They crouched down, carefully inspecting the battlefield before standing up and looking at each other in dismay.
They were scouts from Palas. Ever since they received news of Lord Macsen's defeat, they had travelled day and night to this place. At first, they did not believe that the rioters were that capable.
But when they passed by Lord Macsen's territory, they were surprised to find that it had been occupied by another group of people. Some of them had seen those people before. It was a mercenary group called 'The Amber Sword'. A few months ago, they had led a group of refugees across the border, saying that they were going to explore the wilderness.
The last news of them was that they had stopped at Port Gris, but only the heavens knew why they had returned here.
But the answer to the scouts' doubts was simple, because Brando knew that Lord Macsen would attack Abies. Since that was the case, there was no need to be courteous. In the letter he sent to the druids, he'd requested for Leto to immediately bring his men across the Parton Wastelands. Once Lord Macsen made his move, they would immediately raid his lair.
Poor Lord Menta had not the least idea that a mob could be so bold, and had, in fact, suffered a great loss from the very beginning of the war. Of course, he himself did not know. By the time he found out, he had already become Brando's prisoner.
However, the scouts didn't know about these details. They only sensed the presence of the troops with the keen instincts of spies. They hurriedly left Lord Macsen's territory and traveled south through the night, crossing the Gris River and arriving at the land where a great battle had taken place not long ago.
Of course, in Brando's words, the war in their hearts was called a 'village-level armed melee'.
He had seen real battles before, and he was not worried about whether he could defeat Lord Macsen or not. This was also why he dared to let Raban and Cornelius take command of the Firebrand Legion.
However, Brando also understood that there would be a fierce battle ahead.
At this moment, one end of this fierce battle was in the hands of the scouts who had sneaked into the young man's territory.
"The rumors are true."
"Sir Macsen has already lost, and it was a crushing defeat." One of the scouts stood up after inspecting the surroundings, reporting to his companions.
Everyone fell silent.
Although they had already expected this result, the news of Lord Macsen's defeat had already spread across the Gris River. It wouldn't take long for the news to reach Lord Lord Palas' ears.
However, they still couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
Everyone's gaze turned towards the most experienced scout in the group, who was also the one who spoke. The experienced scout pondered for a moment before speaking.
"The most important thing is to pass the news back. This matter is a little strange. I've been a scout for so long, but I've never heard of such ferocious rioters." He looked around: "This is an ambush."
"An ambush?"
"I heard that Captain Carglise also participated in this battle." Carglise was Lord Macsen's son. If one's memory was good enough, they would remember that this young man had once served under Lord Palas for a period of time.
However, that was not the case.
Carglise did not boast because Lord Palas did not have any children of his own. He had always treated this young man as his own son and passed on all his experiences in war to him. Carglise's performance did not disappoint the old Knight. He performed outstandingly in the battle against the Highlanders and had a high reputation among Lord Palas' subordinates.
Even if he wanted to join Princess Gryphine's side, the old Knight had also agreed to it. Lord Palas might be loyal to Count Randner, but he was more inclined towards the Royal Faction. He hoped that this disciple of his would be able to assist Erouine on the path of revival.
"Why would Captain Carglise be ambushed? When he was leading us, we didn't fall for the tricks of the Highlanders." The scout added with some doubt.
The scouts fell silent. This matter was too strange.
But the old soldier waved his hand and said, "I have a suggestion. Let's split into two groups. On one hand, you will bring the message back to Lord Palas. The other will continue to move forward and try our luck at Abies. "
"That's too risky." A young scout said.
"No scouts are willing to take the risk." The old soldier waved his hand: "I have the highest position here. Listen to my orders. All of you go back. Leave two people with me."
The scouts looked at each other after hearing the order. They were not worried that they would encounter any danger since they were all elites under Lord Palas. However, ever since they came to the south, there was a sense of mystery. This was the first time they wanted to retreat.
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While the scouts were arguing outside the forest, Raban and Cornelius looked at each other. They turned around and saw a young man wearing a red robe sitting on a rock not far away. The Subterrane Dweller Chieftain Tagiv was looking at The County with fear.
This young Adept's spell had completely concealed their auras. Even the most skilled of scouts would not be able to find them. Raban was not sure if the experienced scouts would be able to detect them at this distance.
When he served in the Karsuk cavalry regiment, he had seen many scouts in the army. Sometimes, as a cavalryman, he would occasionally act as a scout or two.
However, he had only seen experienced scouts like those outside in the most elite brigades.
They were definitely first-rate elites.
However, he was more surprised by The County's identity. He came from Karsuk and had seen the mysterious Highland wizards before. He was 100% sure that The County was the same type of people. They had the same aura — the aura of the Highland and the Black Tower.
He had heard that Brando was a Highland Knight, and at this moment, he believed it. But a Highland Knight who had a mentor as his squire?
What kind of existence was that?
While Raban's mind was in a mess, Cornelius once again withdrew his gaze from the forest: "How bold."
He was talking about the scouts outside.
The scouts had split into two groups. One group was heading towards Abies, while the other was heading north to return to Lord Palas. They parted ways outside the forest and disappeared into the distance.
"Hey," Ciel looked in that direction and raised his eyebrows slightly. His expression was very similar to Brendel's. In the young wizard's mind, Brendel could be said to be the best master. He was enigmatic and seemed to know everything.
He had been trying to imitate Brando's every move recently, and there were signs of him going crazy. However, he immediately laughed at himself: "Carglise? I didn't expect that little guy to be so famous among the scouts under Lord Palas. He has been clamoring for a duel with one of you every day. Don't you two have any objections? "
Raban and Cornelius's expression immediately became strange.
During the ambush against Lord Macsen, the one who caused them the most trouble was the youth called Carglise. Even Raban, a veteran, was full of praise for the young man's ability to judge the battlefield. If they hadn't captured Lord Macsen alive in the end, they might have been killed by the young man.
However, The County wanted to make fun of the Nightsong Tiger, Raban, and Cornelius. They had promised that there would be no problems, but in the end, they made a mistake.
If The County had acted personally, Carglise would have been captured even if he had grown wings.
However, it was precisely because of this that the young man was still unconvinced. Although he didn't say anything like starting over as a soldier, he was still clamoring for a duel with Cornelius, the Nightsong Tiger, or Raban.
The youth's swordsmanship was also very good. Cornelius had wanted to teach him a lesson, but he did not expect that he would suffer a loss. From then on, the Nightsong Tiger, Raban, and Cornelius would take a detour whenever they went near the dungeon to avoid embarrassing themselves.
The County had told Brando that there was a child that he needed to educate, and in fact, he was referring to this youth.
Seeing the two leaders' strange expressions, the youth smiled and shook his head: "So, how do you plan to deal with this matter?"
He changed the topic and pointed outside.
"How do we deal with it?" The silver-haired middle-aged man looked at The County with a questioning gaze.
The three of them seemed to have ignored Tagiv, which made the Subterrane Dweller's leader unhappy. Speaking of which, it was his men who had discovered the scouts and immediately notified the humans.
However, The County did not forget about the Subterrane Dweller's leader who had not been living a good life recently. He nodded at Tagiv: "Of course, this matter is still Tagiv's contribution. As for how to deal with them, we will capture them. As for how to deal with them, that is Lord Macsen's business."
Tagiv puffed out its chest when it heard this.
"What about the others?" Raban frowned. From The County's words, it seemed like they were going to release the scouts who went back to report the matter.
The County nodded: "Let them go. This is Lord Macsen's wish."
'What does that youth mean?'
Raban and Cornelius looked at each other. 'What does he want to do?' If he were to release those scouts, it was entirely possible that Lord Palas would be alerted. If that happened, no one could say for sure what would happen next.
However, The County did not answer the question and only looked up at the sky. 'It seems like Lord Macsen is going to do something big this time.'
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