The Rapids in May had high waves.
The House of Saint Hilde and the House of Saint Theon had invested a total of three hundred thousand men here, and they were in a tense standoff with the Rapids as the boundary.
In the past month, both sides had gone through dozens of battles of various sizes, and the entire Rapids had become a quagmire of war. However, the situation was still in a stalemate, and it would be difficult to determine a victor.
On the north bank of the Rapids, in the camp of the Oman family, hundreds of injured soldiers were receiving treatment.
Although the cries of pain did not stop, the faces of these soldiers were brimming with smiles. That was because they had just won a battle.
Such probing battles happened almost every day, and there were victories and defeats. Of course, the soldiers would definitely hope to win, as only then would they be able to accumulate military merits.
The thick and pungent smell of herbs permeated the camp, and the surrounding soldiers were unwilling to come close.
Count Oman, however, frowned as he arrived at the camp. Along the way, the soldiers all bowed and greeted him.
The count nodded casually in return. He was not here to comfort the wounded soldiers. This kind of show was not very useful, and it was not his style.
"Where is Knight Valla?"
"Your Excellency, please come with me."
Following the soldier who led the way, Count Oman came to an ordinary tent.
Pulling open the curtains, Count Oman walked in.
"Count!" The priest who was treating Valla was slightly shocked, and hurriedly stood up and bowed.
"No need to be so polite. How is he?" Count Oman waved his hand.
The priest was a little surprised. Apparently, he felt that the count seemed to be too concerned about his illegitimate son.
"Count, Knight Valla was stabbed in the left side of her chest, but it should not have hit any vital parts, so her life is not in danger. She should be fine after a month or two of rest."
"Alright." Count Oman nodded, his expression unreadable.
The priest then took his leave, leaving the tent to the father and son.
"Sorry, father, for making you worry." Valla's face was pale as she said weakly.
"Don't take such risks again. I will arrange for someone to send you back to Fallen Eagle City to recuperate. "
"Yes, father." Knight Valla hurriedly replied, a hint of undetectable joy flashing in her eyes.
After casually giving a few more instructions, Count Aulman did not stay any longer and turned to leave.
After the count left, Knight Valla, who had been on the brink of death, immediately sat up straight and gulped down a few mouthfuls of 'water'.
Then, he revealed a satisfied smile.
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Outside the tent, Count Oman had just taken a few steps when a dwarf soldier hurriedly ran over. "Lord Count, Marquis Dawson has invited you to discuss something."
"Alright."
Earl Oman followed the dwarven soldiers to Marquis Dawson's tent.
As soon as they entered the tent, Marquis Dawson handed over an invitation card.
Earl Aulmann took a look at it and frowned immediately. "Vera is going to marry Viscount Angley? The wedding is in three days? "
"Yes." Marquis Dawson poured another cup of ale for Earl Oman. "I just received the news. Also, the Duke Of St. Hilde is currently in Icestone City. He will be hosting the wedding in three days."
Earl Oman took a sip of ale and said in a serious tone, "So, the Angele family is completely on the side of the House of Saint Hilde?"
"Yes." Marquis Dawson also sighed. "No one would have thought that the Duke Of St. Hilde would actually abandon his army at such a crucial time and personally head to Icestone City. It seems that he values Viscount Angley a lot. "
"Anyone who has an army like the Black Cavalry in their hands will be valued by the Lord of the Northern Frontier."
Marquis Dawson nodded and said with some emotion, "Not only the Black Cavalry, but also the half-elves' Silvermoon Guard. Hehe, back in the Sky Ice Field, I thought that this kid was valued by Marquis García because of Vera.
But now, it seems that this Colin Angele is really a powerful character!
First, he defeated the Pegasus Army in Silvermoon City, then he killed Modo II outside the Troll King's City. Unknowingly, this once insignificant Baron's son has quickly risen to become a powerful Lord that no one dares to underestimate. "
Earl Oman's expression changed.
Speaking of which, the Angele family and the Oman family were related by marriage. Colin should have been a Lord that Earl Oman could easily rope in.
But unfortunately, he had personally pushed him to the opposite side because of a slight mistake.
Therefore, when he heard Marquis Dawson praise Colin like this, Earl Oman felt a little uncomfortable.
Although he knew that regret was a useless emotion, Earl Oman could not help but think that if he had not sent the assassin back then, perhaps Colin would have become a great help to the Oman family.
Marquis Dawson looked at the silent Earl Oman and his eyes moved slightly, but he still said in a deep voice,
"We have to prevent the Angele family from joining the battle, so I hope that you can lead the army north and protect the army's retreat. You can't let the Angele family's army easily come to the battlefield of the Rapids River."
Earl Oman heard this and quickly calmed down. He looked at the military map on the wall and thought for a moment, then said, "Then can you deal with the Golden Lion Army?"
"With the Rapids River as a natural defense line, it won't be a big problem. And after so many days of fighting, I have a basic understanding of the enemy's fighting style. He is a steady commander. If he can't find the perfect opportunity, he will definitely not launch a large-scale attack.
Also, let me tell you a piece of good news. "
Earl Oman looked at the smile on Marquis Dawson's face and could not help but ask curiously, "What good news?"
"The Menham family has already sent out their troops. They have already reached the Northern Frontier. They will probably reach the Rapids River in about ten days."
"Marquis Menham?" Earl Oman was shocked, but then he asked with a face full of smiles, "So, the San Lorenzo family has already decided to give up the House of Saint Hilde?"
Marquis Dawson smiled and nodded.
"Then this time, the House of Saint Hilde will definitely not be able to escape this calamity!"
Earl Oman said with an excited expression.
But then, he felt an indescribable anger.
He actually only knew about such an important matter now.
Clearly, the Saint Theon family had already excluded him from the core circle.
"How did Mister Chong convince Emperor Reinhardt?" Earl Oman, who was unwilling to give up, asked tentatively.
Marquis Dawson swirled his wine glass and said with a smile, "The Menham family will move to the Northern Frontier. Their original territory will also become the territory of the Northern Frontier."
Earl Oman thought for a moment before understanding what he meant. "And then, the dwarves will establish a country?"
"Yes." Marquis Dawson nodded with certainty, his eyes shining with a dazzling light.
Earl Oman immediately understood what the San Lorenzo family was planning. This was equivalent to taking away a large territory from the Northern Frontier.
But he still had some doubts. Could these conditions be enough to move Emperor Reinhardt and make him abandon the House of Saint Hilde, which was related to him by marriage, and support the Saint Theon family, which had a blood feud with the royal family?
"Are there no other conditions?" Earl Oman asked again.
"I don't know anything else." Marquis Dawson shook his head with a sincere expression.
Earl Oman saw that he could not get any more information from him, so he drank the wine in his glass and stood up.
"Alright, I'll lead the army north. I'll leave the Rapids River to you."
"Hahaha, good!" Marquis Dawson laughed confidently. "When the Menham family army arrives, it will be the day of the Golden Lion Legion's destruction!"
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