At the foot of Thorn Mountain, Sky Horse Legion's camp.
In the temporary command post, the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.
Viscounts Orston knelt on the ground with his head lowered, looking pathetic.
He finally remembered to take off the napkin in front of his chest, but there was still some sauce on his dress.
However, there was only sauce.
There was no blood.
It was hard to believe that he had escaped from the battlefield. Instead, he looked more like he had just returned from a failed fight.
Viscounts Orston regretted it now. He should have stained his clothes with blood!
It would have been better if he had injured himself.
Just as he was letting his imagination run wild, Marquis Vincent finally moved.
After suffering a series of setbacks, the Marquis of the Eastern Region's temper had become more and more unpredictable.
They thought that he would be furious after hearing the news of the forty thousand soldiers being annihilated.
But who would have thought that Marquis Vincent would only quietly listen to Viscounts Orston's report and then faintly say, "Oh."
It was as if Viscounts Orston had not brought back the news of defeat, but the anecdote of a terrible lunch.
However, the long silence that followed made the officers of the Sky Horse Legion feel uneasy, as if there was a knife on their backs.
Fortunately, Marquis Vincent stood up in the end.
He slowly walked to Viscounts Orston and looked down at his once most capable assistant. There was no joy or anger in his eyes.
Then, he pulled out the sword at his waist.
Viscounts Orston was scared out of his wits.
He knew that if he did not do anything, he might not be able to keep his life.
"Lord … Lord Marquis! Please listen to me! "
"Speak." Marquis Vincent's face was calm, but his hands did not stop moving.
Just as the longsword was about to cut his neck, Viscounts Orston hurriedly shouted, "Lord Marquis! I have a way to help you take down Silvermoon City! Please give me a chance to redeem myself! "
The longsword finally stopped.
Marquis Vincent looked at Viscounts Orston, who was covered in cold sweat, and asked faintly, "What way?"
Viscounts Orston let out a long breath. He suddenly felt that his pants were a little wet …
However, he quickly reined in his thoughts.
Viscounts Orston knew that this was his only chance. If he couldn't answer this question properly, he would definitely lose his life.
"Lord Marquis, although our army was defeated by the Black Cavalry outside Silvermoon City, our soldiers' valiant counterattack has caused great casualties to the Black Cavalry!
Please believe me, the remaining Black Cavalry troops that were already small in number don't have much fighting power left!
As long as you give me another army, I will definitely help you take down Silvermoon City! "
Marquis Vincent didn't agree immediately after hearing the Viscounts' words.
At the same time, the sword in his hand was still resting on his opponent's shoulder.
When the officers in the tent heard the words of Auston Viscounts, they all looked at him with disdain.
Clearly, the Orston Viscounts' attire that was not stained with blood made it hard for people to believe that they had really fought back valiantly against the Black Cavalry and caused them "great casualties."
However, the Viscounts Orston felt that Marquis Vincent would believe him.
Because he knew that Marquis Vincent had to believe him.
Actually, the best choice for the Sky Horse Legion now was to retreat.
However, this "best choice" was actually the worst choice for Marquis Vincent.
He definitely couldn't accept such an outcome!
In the battle of Shadow Canyon, the Sky Horse Legion had all the advantages, but they had only won a pyrrhic victory.
This had already dealt a great blow to Marquis Vincent's prestige.
That was why the Marquis had wanted to lead his army up north and take down Silvermoon City. He wanted to use a great victory to restore his reputation.
But now …
If he retreated, how would Marquis Vincent, who had suffered great losses, explain himself to the Duke of Saint Prospero when he returned?
Moreover, the Viscounts Orston knew that Marquis Vincent's younger brother, the Earl Of Avon, was not a law-abiding person.
Would he take the opportunity to add insult to injury?
Therefore, the Viscounts Orston was sure that as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Marquis Vincent would definitely not retreat!
And he had to give this glimmer of hope.
"Sir Marquis!" The Viscounts Orston looked at the hesitant Marquis Vincent and shouted again, "The army in Silvermoon City doesn't have much combat power left. We are only left with one last attack!
Please give me another chance! I will definitely not disappoint you again! "
"I usually don't give people a second chance."
Marquis Vincent finally spoke.
His voice was hoarse and low, but in the Viscounts Orston's ears, it was like the voice of an angel!
As expected, Marquis Vincent withdrew his longsword and said coldly, "But I would rather you die on the battlefield than dirty my hands!"
The Viscounts Orston heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that his life was temporarily saved.
"However, I will not hand the army over to you again. This time, I will personally lead the army to attack Silvermoon City! And you, Viscounts Orston, will charge at the front as a normal knight! "
"Yes, Sir Marquis! As you wish! "The Viscounts Orston thumped his chest with his right hand and replied loudly.
It was as if he had completely forgotten the scene of him fleeing pathetically.
Marquis Vincent seemed to have regained the state he had before he entered Silvermoon City. His tone became impassioned once more.
"My knights, my warriors! Please tell me if you still have the courage to follow me and attack the half-elf capital! "
"We are willing to follow in your footsteps!"
None of the officers dared to oppose him now.
This was because Marquis Vincent's sword had yet to be sheathed.
They didn't want to become the target for him to establish his dominance.
Seeing the officers respond to his call, a trace of disappointment flashed across Marquis Vincent's face. He had really been prepared to kill someone to establish his dominance.
But he didn't think that they would all become so smart.
Marquis Vincent, who had nowhere to vent his murderous intent, seemed to recall something. He asked in a cold voice, "Didn't you capture four thousand half-elves on Thorn Mountain?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Kill them all!"
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. They wanted to stop him, but when they saw Marquis Vincent's cold gaze, no one dared to speak.
"As you wish!"
Marquis Vincent seemed unsatisfied as he ordered once more, "Cut off their heads and pile them together with the heads of the half-elves who died in battle or were burned to death in front of Silvermoon City!
Tell the half-elves in the city that if they continue to stubbornly resist, this will be their fate! "
"Lord Marquis, you can't do this!" Finally, an officer stood up to dissuade him, "If you do this, you will enrage the half-elves and push them towards the Northern Frontier. Silvermoon City will definitely fight to the death …"
* Chi! *
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, Marquis Vincent's sword pierced through his chest.
* Bang! *
The corpse fell to the ground.
The thick smell of blood instantly filled the tent.
Marquis Vincent's voice was like a demonic voice from hell, "Does anyone else have any objections?"
"No!"
"Then hurry up and do it!"
"Yes!"
Viscounts Auston, who was kneeling on the ground, felt his entire body turn cold, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
He suddenly realised that from now on, the half-elves would only go further and further away from the Eastern Region …
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