"Why?"
Marquis García looked at Marquis Dawson who was restrained by the angry Black Cavalry officers and asked with a gloomy expression.
Marquis Dawson smiled and calmly said: "I'm sorry, Lord Marquis. You have shown me great kindness and I don't want to betray you. However, in order to let the dwarves fulfill their long-cherished wish of establishing a nation, I have to do this! "
"Establishing a nation for the dwarves?" Marquis García's eyes flashed with a trace of understanding. Then he pointed at the pure white Pegasus flag that had suddenly risen above the canyon and asked: "Is this the promise the House of Saint Prospero gave you?"
Marquis Dawson shook his head: "No. In fact, I didn't know that the ambush in Shadowy Canyon was actually the army of the Eastern Border. "
"Then who encouraged you to do this?"
Marquis Dawson smiled somewhat playfully: "Lord Marquis, why don't you suspect the Duke Of Saint Hilde? After all, he is the Lord I am loyal to. "
Marquis García remained unmoved: "No one knows my brother better than I do. He wouldn't be so stupid."
"Why? The Black Cavalry is now the biggest unstable factor in the Northern Frontier. Don't you suspect that your brother wants to take this opportunity to eradicate the threat of the Black Cavalry? "
Marquis García had an extremely complicated expression on his face. He sighed and said: "You don't understand."
Marquis Dawson frowned and then shook his head: "It's fine if you don't want to say it. However, I can't reveal the name of the person who gave me the promise. "
Marquis García sneered: "You think I can't guess if you don't say it?
The once colorful tiger has now become a dog that only dares to hide in the shadows! You actually believe in the promise of a family that can even betray their own race?
What a joke! "
Marquis Dawson's expression changed. He seemed to be deeply hurt by Marquis García's words. Then he became angry out of humiliation and roared:
"So what? If I don't believe them, should I continue to believe in your House of Saint Hilde?
We dwarves have served you for over a thousand years, but have you ever looked us in the eye?
Perhaps the establishment of the dwarves' nation is just a joke in your eyes, but it is the highest mission that our ancestors have fought for! "
Marquis Garcia hesitated for a moment. There were some things that he did not say.
He waved his hand dispiritedly and ordered: "Let him go."
"Marquis!" The angry officers were were naturally incomparably shocked.
"Let him go!" Marquis Garcia emphasized again.
"Marquis!"
Marquis Dawson clearly hadn't expected the other party to let him off so easily.
Marquis García's cold once again sounded:
"Dawson, I, I, today, I.
If I kill you, perhaps you will become the hero of the Dwarven Race.
Therefore, I let Dawson Dawson live.
Dawson son son Dawson, Dawson.
At the same time, I want to see with my own eyes what kind of joke your so-called dream of establishing a country for the dwarves is.
Get lost! "
Marquis Dawson's face turned green and red. Finally, under the contemptuous eyes of the Black Cavalry, he staggered away.
At this time, the shouts of the Eastern soldiers were constantly coming from the top of the canyon. Naturally, the content was to ask the Black Cavalry to immediately put down their weapons and surrender.
The current situation of the Black Cavalry was indeed extremely bad.
The narrow terrain of the Shadow Canyon made the cavalry squeezed together, making it impossible for them to organize a charge.
Moreover, the falling boulders had cut the Black Cavalry's formation in half. Except for a small part of the troops that fell behind, most of the soldiers were blocked by the layers of boulders.
If they were to move forward, there was no doubt that the Eastern army had set up layers of obstacles in the front of the canyon, waiting for the Black Cavalry to rush through and break their heads.
In the face of such a desperate situation, Marquis García still remained calm.
He then waved his hand to summon a high-ranking military officer and ordered in a low voice: "Knight Roger, go back immediately, climb over the boulders blocking the way, gather the troops behind and lead them back the way they came, rush out of this canyon …"
"Marquis! What about you? "
"I can't go." Marquis García pressed the wound on his waist. Although it had been simply bandaged, black blood was still oozing out.
"No! Marquis, I will escort you out … "
Marquis García glared at Knight Roger and said in a firm tone: "I will not abandon the Black Cavalry. But you must go. It doesn't matter if I die, but the Black Cavalry must leave behind a spark. "
Knight Roger still wanted to say something, but Marquis García didn't give him a chance and roared in a low voice:
"Shut up! Listen to me!
After you withdraw with the rear army, don't get entangled with the Eastern army, and don't go back to the Northern Frontier.
Go north around the Shadow Mountain Range, and spend some time to reach Silvermoon City.
When you get there, find Viscount Angley and ask him a question.
Should the Lord of the Northern Frontier be surnamed Saint Hilde?
If he says yes, then you will be loyal to him.
Otherwise, you will kill him, return to Coldwinter City, and be loyal to the Duke Of St. Hilde.
Do you understand? "
"Yes!" Knight Roger quickly nodded.
He seemed to want to say something else, but he was stopped by Marquis García's fierce gaze.
"Hurry up and go!"
Knight Roger had no choice but to kneel on one knee and solemnly bow to Marquis García before leaving with red eyes.
Marquis García waited until Knight Roger was far away before gathering his officers and asked: "Is there anyone who wants to surrender?"
"We will never surrender!"
Everyone shouted without hesitation.
"Good!" A smile appeared on Marquis García's face, "There are only Black Cavalry who die in battle, there are no Black Cavalry who surrender!
Pass down my order, dismount, advance, and kill! "
Wooo —
In the harsh sound of the bugle, the battle suddenly broke out.
As the most elite army of the Northern Frontier, and even the entire Radiant Empire, the Black Cavalry did not lack the courage to fight with their lives on the line.
Even if at this time they had lost their biggest advantage, but the fighting spirit that broke out in the desperate situation was still impressive.
Under the leadership of a group of officers, the Black Cavalry soldiers all abandoned their horses and rushed to the mouth of the valley on foot. They climbed over the layers of obstacles set up by the Eastern Army, shouted the name of the Radiant Lord, and launched an attack on the enemy.
"Release the arrows!"
The arrows suddenly became the main character in the air, like a dark cloud shuttling back and forth.
However, such a rain of arrows could not scare off the Black Cavalry. They were like locusts rushing out of the narrow mouth of the valley, rushing to the Eastern Army's position.
Blood flowed freely, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
The battle at the mouth of the valley became extremely tragic from the beginning.
The corpses of the Black Cavalry soldiers quickly piled up at the mouth of the valley, forming a terrifying hill.
The strong smell of blood drifted in the air, suffocating people.
The Eastern Army, who originally thought that victory was in their hands, began to feel a chill in their hearts and shivered.
It was as if those who rushed over without fear of death were not human.
But a group of crazy beasts!
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