On a small path in the forest, a small team of about fifty people was slowly moving south.
It was close to noon when the team stopped by a small stream to set up camp.
"Brother, wake up. It's time for lunch!"
Anna shook the Earl Of Avon a few times, but found that he still didn't move.
She raised her eyebrows, clenched her fist, and punched the Earl Of Avon's lower abdomen heavily.
"Ah! Ugh! "
The poor Earl Of Avon vomited from this seemingly casual punch.
After a while, the Earl Of Avon panted and turned to look at his violent sister. "Why are you throwing such a tantrum so early in the morning?"
"Early? It's already noon! "
The Earl Of Avon waved his hand weakly. "What's the difference?"
"It's time for lunch. Do you want to eat?"
"Yes, yes!" The Earl Of Avon struggled to get up.
He knew that if he didn't eat now, his heartless sister would starve him until night fell.
After all, they were members of the House of Saint Prospero. Even if they were in the wilderness, lunch was sumptuous, but the atmosphere was a little stagnant.
After returning from Silvermoon City with no results, everyone's mood had been low.
Of course, the Earl Of Avon was an exception.
He was still as carefree as ever, only caring about drinking all day long.
Just as everyone finished lunch and was about to set off again, the scout who had gone out to scout the surroundings suddenly turned back.
And he brought back an extra person.
"My Lord, this is the messenger of the Sky Horse Army."
The Sky Horse Army was the direct army of the House of Saint Prospero, the master of the Eastern Region. It had always been in the hands of the Duke of Saint Prospero.
However, in recent years, the Duke of Saint Prospero had begun to train his eldest son, Marquis Vincent. He had handed over the daily training of the Sky Horse Army to him.
"Oh? Why are you here? "The Earl Of Avon's sleepy eyes suddenly brightened, as if he had suddenly sobered up.
"My Lord, Marquis Vincent is in Shadow Canyon right now. He just led the Pegasus Legion to fight the Black Cavalry of the Northern Frontier and won! I'm going to bring this good news back to White Dew City. "
"Black Cavalry? And he won? "The Earl Of Avon's eyes almost widened, as if he had heard a fantasy story.
"Yes, Your Excellency, we defeated the Black Cavalry! Furthermore, they even captured Marquis García! "The messenger's face was red with excitement as he shouted.
"Really? Big Brother defeated Marquis García? That's amazing! "Anna exclaimed excitedly.
However, the Earl Of Avon frowned instead.
Although he and his big brother were not on good terms, it was not to the point of jealousy at this time.
He was only keenly aware that something was wrong.
The Earl Of Avon was very clear about how capable his big brother was.
He could actually defeat Marquis García, who had outstanding military achievements?
Why did this sound like a huge lie?
"Where is the Pegasus Legion stationed now?"
"In Shadow Canyon."
"Let's go and take a look!"
… …
The sky above Shadow Canyon was still shrouded in thick smoke.
The stone walls on both sides of the canyon were also scorched.
Crows and vultures flew in flocks above the canyon and fell into the canyon, fighting with the wild beasts in the mountains for the corpses that littered the ground.
At a glance, the scene was exceptionally terrifying.
When the Earl Of Avon and the rest arrived, the smell of blood almost suffocated them.
It was only now that the Earl Of Avon finally believed that his big brother might have really defeated the Black Cavalry.
"Evan, Anna, haha, you're here! It's been a long journey! "
As soon as they met, Marquis Vincent greeted his younger brother and sister with a glowing face.
As the first successor of the Saint Pross Clan, he was now in high and vigorous spirits.
After defeating Marquis García's Black Cavalry, Marquis Vincent felt that he had become one of the top generals of the Empire.
"Big Brother, congratulations! Father will be proud of you when he knows! "Anna sincerely congratulated her brother.
However, the Earl Of Avon was different.
He first gave a perfunctory congratulation, then immediately raised his doubts. "Big Brother, how did you lure Marquis García into Shadow Canyon?"
"You don't have to worry about that. Anyway, the Black Cavalry was almost completely annihilated in this battle. Even Marquis García was captured by me. What else do you have to say about such a battle record?"
The Earl Of Avon obviously had something to say. He growled angrily, "To be able to lure Marquis García into such a dangerous place, it's obvious that there's a problem within the Black Cavalry. Even if you don't say this, I can guess it.
However, since you already had such a plan, why didn't you tell me in advance?
I could've cooperated with you in Silvermoon City to perfect this plan even better!
I could've even used this opportunity to — "
"Enough!" Marquis Vincent forcefully interrupted his brother. "You've accomplished nothing in Silvermoon City, and you're blaming me? Haven't you always boasted of your unparalleled wisdom? Why do you still need my help? "
The Earl Of Avon sighed inwardly.
He understood that the reason his brother didn't tell him about the plan was that he was afraid of him and didn't want him to share the credit.
However, this fear not only chilled the Earl Of Avon's heart, but it also made him angry.
In the face of the threat of an external enemy, the House of Saint Prospero actually couldn't work together. Instead, they were plotting against each other.
Taking a deep breath, the Earl Of Avon forcefully suppressed his anger. His tone gradually became cold. "Then, my good brother, may I ask how many troops you've brought with you this time?"
"Two hundred thousand troops."
"What about now? How many are left? "
Marquis Vincent was slightly stunned, but then he pretended to be tough and said, "About a hundred thousand."
"How many are there exactly?" The Earl Of Avon continued to ask.
Along the way, he'd already seen the wounded soldiers in the camp, and the atmosphere was depressing. This didn't look like an army that had just won a great victory.
Marquis Vincent's gaze was somewhat evasive. "The specific casualty count hasn't been completed yet. Why are you asking about this? How can there be no casualties in a war? Especially the annihilation of a strong army like the Black Cavalry on the Northern Frontier. How can there not be a certain price to pay? "
This time, the Earl Of Avon was sure —
His brother only won a Pyrrhic victory even though he had the advantage of time and place.
What do you mean the statistics haven't been completed yet?
It was estimated that more than half of the two hundred thousand troops were lost.
With such a loss ratio, the Earl Of Avon didn't know whether to lament the collapse of the Eastern Frontier Army or be shocked by the terrible destructive power of the Black Cavalry in the face of despair.
But no matter what, he was sure of one thing — his brother was used as a knife.
Unfortunately, Marquis Vincent was still complacent and immersed in the false halo of victory. He didn't realize this at all.
The Earl Of Avon suddenly felt a little tired and asked, "Where's Marquis García? Can I see him? "
"He's seriously injured and still unconscious. How about this? Evan, you and Anna are responsible for escorting him back to White Dew City and handing him over to my father.
In addition, there are a lot of wounded soldiers in this battle, so you'll be responsible for leading them back to White Dew City. "
"What about you?" The Earl Of Avon suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Marquis Vincent straightened his chest and put on a confident look. "I'll lead the army north to attack Silvermoon City and firmly control the half-elven kingdom in my hands!"
The Earl Of Avon wanted to dissuade him, but when the words reached his mouth, they changed.
"Okay, brother, then I'll wait for your triumphant return in White Dew City!"
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