"Missing? What do you mean missing? Didn't you just report that you've found his tracks? "
Marquis Vincent shouted at the messenger in front of him in the temporary command center of the Sky Horse Legion.
"I did … But now … I can't find him …"
"Trash! Keep looking for him! If he's alive, I want to see him! If he's dead, I want to see his corpse! Colin Angele is a living person, do you think he can fly away? "
"Yes!"
After the messenger left in a hurry, Marquis Vincent picked up the cup and took a sip, but it was scalded. He was so angry that he smashed the cup on the ground and shouted:
"Who prepared the tea? Do you want to burn me to death? "
A squire next to him trembled and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
* CHI *
A sword flashed and the poor guy's head was chopped off by Marquis Vincent.
Looking at the blood on the ground, Marquis Vincent finally vented some of his anger.
Putting away his sword, Marquis Vincent returned to the military map and remained silent.
The attendants and other officers in the command center didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that the Marquis would take his anger out on them.
Before the battle, Marquis Vincent could be said to have a card up his sleeve.
But when more and more half-elves rushed down from the Thorn Mountain instead of the Black Cavalry, Marquis Vincent's temper became irritable.
Everyone began to have the same thought, 'Are we being played by the Northern Frontier?'
After an unknown amount of time, the battle cries outside gradually subsided.
An eastern knight strode into the command post and reported, "Sir Marquis, the battle is over. This time, our army has won a great victory. We killed more than 2000 half-elves and captured more than 4000 half-elves. In addition, more than 3000 burnt corpses were found on Bramble Mountain … …"
"They were all half-elves?"
"Yes, they were all half-elves. As for the humans, there were only about 100 of them. Judging from their equipment, they should be Black Cavalry. When they tried to break out of the encirclement, they were all killed by our army. "
"What about Colin Angele?"
"We haven't found him yet …"
Marquis Vincent didn't say anything. The tent fell into an unbearable silence once more.
It was reasonable to say that the Eastern Region had indeed won the battle at Thorn Mountain, but now, none of them dared to show the joy of a victor.
After a long while, Marquis Vincent finally spoke again. His tone was no longer as smug as before the battle.
"So, we've been deceived? It's not the Black Cavalry hiding in Thorn Mountain, but the half-elven army? "
"Yes."
"Where is the real Black Cavalry now?" Marquis Vincent muttered to himself.
An officer whispered, "Sir, could the Black Cavalry be hiding in Silvermoon City?"
"Silvermoon City?"
Marquis Vincent's face suddenly changed as he shouted anxiously.
"Quick! Quickly inform Auston and have him lead the army back! "
— — —
"Lord Viscounts Auston, Her Majesty the Queen has invited you and Marquis Vincent into the city to rest."
"Isn't Her Majesty the Queen going to personally welcome Marquis Vincent? Isn't that a little rude? "
The half-elven messenger paused for a moment before he smiled and explained, "Lord Viscounts, Her Majesty the Queen is not feeling well today, so she can't go out. I hope you can understand."
Viscounts Auston sneered, "Then let Viscount Angley come out to welcome us."
"This … We don't have the right to ask Viscount Angley to do anything …"
"Hmph! Go back and tell Viscount Angley that I will wait for him outside the city until noon. If he doesn't bring Vera out to welcome Marquis Vincent after noon, then don't blame me for breaking into Silvermoon City and capturing him and Vera! "
The half-elven messenger's eyes widened. He didn't expect Viscounts Auston to suddenly turn hostile.
"Lord Viscounts … Why are you doing this?"
Viscounts Auston waved his hand impatiently and scolded, "Alright, I'm too lazy to talk to you. Go back to the city immediately and pass my words to Viscount Angley.
Also, tell Her Majesty the Queen that it's best to see the current situation clearly. Don't let this beautiful garden become a ruin. "
The half-elven messenger looked at Viscounts Auston's frosty face and broke out in cold sweat. He hurriedly bid farewell and left.
Looking at the other party's wretched back, Viscount Orston snorted in disdain and ordered, "Pass down my orders, prepare to attack the city!"
"Yes!"
Once the order was given, the forty thousand soldiers of the Sky Horse Army immediately sprang into action. Very quickly, they surrounded Silvermoon City so tightly that not even a drop of water could escape.
Generally speaking, sieges focused on 'encircling three sides and blocking one'. However, Viscounts Auston surrounded Silvermoon City on all sides.
This was undoubtedly a form of contempt.
In the eyes of the Eastern Region, the half-elven army wouldn't be much of a threat even if they were forced into a dead end.
The only thing that could pose a threat to the Sky Horse Legion was the remnants of the Black Cavalry army.
Viscounts Auston turned his head and looked towards the southwest of Silvermoon City. As expected, there was already thick smoke rising from there.
Viscounts Auston smiled proudly and ordered his retainer, "Prepare lunch for me. The fall of a garden city is the best meal."
"Yes."
Time passed slowly, but there was no more news from Silvermoon City.
It was as if Queen Aisha and Viscount Angley had already made up their minds to defend the city until the end.
When the sun hung high in the sky, Viscounts Auston sat down at the small dining table that had been set up on the battlefield. He elegantly tied a napkin in front of his chest, picked up a knife and fork, and cut a piece of beef.
"Attack the city."
Woo …
With a loud bugle call, the Eastern Region soldiers began their attack on Silvermoon City.
They carried the siege logs and climbed up the wooden ladders. Their movements were vigorous as they rushed towards the four city gates.
But what puzzled them was that the expected rain of arrows never came.
Many of the Eastern Region soldiers began to laugh inwardly. Were the half-elves scared out of their wits?
At this moment, the four city gates of Silvermoon City suddenly opened at the same time.
The Eastern Region soldiers slowed down in confusion. Could it be that the half-elves finally understood and were ready to surrender?
Viscounts Auston also saw the open gates of Silvermoon City from afar. The beef that had just been delivered to his mouth stopped.
"It's too late to surrender now. Order the entire army to continue the attack."
"Yes."
Viscounts Auston had made up his mind to teach the half-elves a lesson.
Moreover, he needed a meal to accompany his lunch.
After all, he had already begun to act cool. Naturally, he had to act cool until the end.
Even if the opponent did not want to cooperate, Viscounts Auston would not agree.
But then, the earth suddenly began to tremble.
The rumbling of horse hooves suddenly covered the sound of the Sky Horse Legion's bugle call, becoming the only sound on the battlefield.
"Sir Viscounts, I think the half-elves' surrender team is coming out," the retainer said with a smile.
But Viscounts Auston did not smile.
His face instantly became incomparably pale.
How could a surrender team have this kind of power?
This was clearly a cavalry army!
Sure enough, in the next second, he saw a black mass of cavalry rushing out of the city gates like a sharp arrow.
With the momentum of the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, the Eastern Region's army that was about to attack Silvermoon City was instantly defeated.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
