"Sir Kusius, I didn't expect you to be a part of this ambush."
The Earl Of Avon sent off his brother and the army heading north, then turned to a middle-aged man in a white mage robe and smiled.
Kusius didn't seem to want to talk about this topic, so he simply replied, "I just happened to be there."
Of course, this kind of words couldn't fool the Earl Of Avon, but he didn't pursue the matter.
This ambush on the Black Cavalry involved many forces, and the Earl Of Avon felt that he had to go back and ask his father personally to find out the truth.
However, looking at the group of injured soldiers gathered around him, the Earl Of Avon couldn't help but frown.
At this moment, he clearly understood the terrible price his brother had paid in order to ambush the Black Cavalry.
Out of the two hundred thousand men in the Pegasus Legion, thirty thousand had died, fifty thousand were injured, and twenty thousand had deserted under the Black Cavalry's crazy counterattack.
In other words, the Pegasus Legion had already shown signs of collapse. If the Black Cavalry hadn't shed his last drop of blood, the victory of this ambush might not have belonged to the Eastern Region.
In addition, eighteen knights had died in battle, including a fifth-grade knight!
Such a terrible price in exchange for the destruction of the Black Cavalry.
The Earl Of Avon didn't know whether it was worth it or not.
At this moment, he finally understood why his brother insisted on continuing to lead the army to the north.
The ambush had taken advantage of the right time and place, but it turned out to be a pyrrhic victory. If Marquis Vincent returned to White Dew City like this, his reputation would definitely be ruined.
The Duke of Saint Prospero wouldn't easily let go of his son who had caused more than half of the Pegasus Legion.
The Earl Of Avon suddenly felt that Marquis Vincent's trip to Silverymoon City this time might not be smooth sailing.
With a sigh, he didn't want to worry about his brother anymore, so he turned to the messenger and said, "Let's go."
"Yes."
— — —
Half-Elven Palace.
After the conferring ceremony, the banquet officially began.
Colin casually dealt with the half-elf nobles who were trying to suck up to him. Then, he sent them away and went up the spiral staircase to the second floor.
The cold night wind blew into the empty palace, making the silence here a sharp contrast to the bustling downstairs.
Colin took a few steps forward and saw the beautiful figure leaning on the balcony.
Tonight, Vera was wearing a pink rose crocheted dress. The length of the dress was about ten centimeters above her knees and it accentuated her long and slender legs.
"This is the first time that I have seen you wearing stockings," Colin said as he stood behind Vera.
Vera turned around and smiled at Colin before she said, "This is a gift from Queen Aisha."
Because there was no such chemical material as nylon, the stockings in this world were generally made of silk and cotton.
The silk stockings produced by the half elf kingdom had always been very popular among the noble women.
"Well, it suits you very well," Colin nodded as he looked at the stockings.
Vera could not stand Colin's burning gaze and she shyly stretched out her hand and pulled down the hem of her dress.
However, it was obviously a little futile.
Colin's heart beat faster when he saw the young girl's shy posture.
Colin took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Vera. He looked at the stars in the night sky and asked with a smile, "Why are you here alone? Is the banquet very boring? "
"Yes, it is a little boring," Vera nodded with a melancholy expression on her face.
Colin seemed to understand something and asked, "Are you homesick?"
Vera turned around and looked at the man beside her.
Colin's warm gaze made her gradually feel relieved and she smiled before she said, "Yes, a little."
"Don't worry. Marquis García has already led the Black Cavalry to pick us up. You will be able to go back very soon. "
"Okay." Vera nodded obediently.
However, Colin's next sentence almost made the young girl's heart jump out of her throat.
"After we go back, I will ask the Duke to marry you."
Vera didn't say anything and didn't dare to look at Colin. However, her fair face was flushed red in an instant, making her look extremely beautiful.
"I … I heard that … the person who killed the previous king that night was called the 'Winged Knight' by everyone …" Vera blushed and changed the topic stiffly.
Colin was amused and he also felt that it was very interesting.
"Is that so? 'Winged Knight'? It sounds very powerful. "
"Then, do you know why the Knight Guild has the bat wings?" Vera was relieved when she saw that Colin did not continue the previous topic. However, she also felt a little lost.
"Maybe he is also a druid." Colin decisively told her the reason that the Earl Of Avon had helped him to think of.
"Druid? But isn't this profession extinct a long time ago? "
"Who knows? Maybe it is not completely extinct yet. "
Vera nodded thoughtfully: "Then, this' Winged Knight 'must be a half-elf. After all, druids need the blood of elves to practice."
"That should be the case."
Colin suddenly felt that he could ask Queen Aisha to arrange someone to deliberately lead this topic.
In this way, everyone would be looking for the Winged Knight among the half-elves and they would not look at Colin suspiciously.
He could also use the identity of the Winged Knight to do some things that were not convenient for him to do.
At this moment, Colin suddenly heard light footsteps behind him.
When he turned around, he saw Queen Elsa standing there in a splendid dress.
"Viscount Angley, Miss Vera, am I disturbing the two of you?"
"Of course not."
"That's good. I came up to inform the two of you that the Black Cavalry is about to arrive at Silvermoon City."
"Really? Uncle García is about to arrive? "Vera exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, the Silvermoon Guard patrolling outside the city has encountered the Black Cavalry's outpost and sent back a signal."
"Then let's go to the city gate to welcome them," Colin said as he strode out.
…
Although it was close to midnight, the city gate of Silvermoon City was still illuminated by countless torches.
Colin, Vera and Queen Aisha stood side by side at the city gate. The guards of honor behind them were also in formation.
After a while, the ground began to tremble slightly.
In the rumbling sound of the horse's hooves, a thin black line suddenly appeared from the darkness and continued to spread towards Silvermoon City.
This familiar sense of oppression made Colin completely calm down.
But not long after, he frowned.
This was because he smelled a trace of the smell of blood.
Moreover, as time passed, as the Black Cavalry continued to get closer to Silvermoon City, the smell of blood became stronger.
Queen Aisha also realized that something was wrong. She turned to look at Colin and said, "Viscount Angley, something seems to be wrong."
Colin pursed his lips and did not say anything.
Vera's expression also became a little anxious. She seemed to want to say something, but when she saw Colin's solemn expression, she immediately swallowed her words.
Finally, the Black Cavalry arrived at Silvermoon City and began to slow down.
At this time, the people who came to welcome them finally saw the appearance of the army. Almost all of them were covered in blood!
Moreover, the number was not right!
The fifty thousand Black Cavalry was definitely not the scale that was in front of them.
An ominous premonition shrouded Colin's heart, causing him to feel cold all over.
Under the shocked gazes of the people, a knight covered in blood walked out of the crowd and came to the city gate.
"Du du du, du la la —"
The half-elf honor guard did not know what was good for them and played the welcome song. However, Queen Aisha turned around and stopped them with a sharp look.
Knight Roger came in front of Colin and the others, turned over, dismounted, took off his helmet, knelt down on one knee and said in a choked voice.
"Miss Vera, Viscount Angley, the main force of the Black Cavalry has been ambushed in the Shadow Canyon. Marquis García is surrounded … we do not know if he is alive or dead …"
Wow —
This bad news suddenly made Colin feel dizzy. He could not believe his ears.
Marquis García was ambushed?
How was this possible?
And in a place like the Shadow Canyon?
With Marquis García's cautious fighting style, how could he rashly lead his army into the canyon, which was extremely dangerous for cavalry?
Forcing himself to calm down, Colin asked, "How did you get ambushed? Why didn't you investigate in advance? "
"Marquis Dawson betrayed us! He deceived Marquis García and led the Black Cavalry into the enemy's trap! "
"Fran Dawson?" The image of a dwarf suddenly appeared in Colin's mind.
At the same time, he could no longer suppress the thought in his mind. Could it be that Marquis Dawson was ordered by the Duke Of St. Hilde to betray Marquis García?
If this was really the case, then the Duke Of St. Hilde must have been plotting against him and Marquis García from the very beginning!
Using Silvermoon City as bait, he wanted to completely eliminate the Black Cavalry, an unstable factor, so that the Northern Frontier would no longer have any noise.
"How many people do you have left now?"
"Eight thousand!"
"Eight thousand …" Colin had a heavy expression on his face.
"Colin, uncle, he …" Vera also had a panicked expression on her face at this time.
Colin held Vera's small hand and solemnly promised her and Knight Roger.
"Don't worry, I will avenge Black Cavalry!"
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