Woo!
The piercing sound of the bugle echoed throughout the Golden Lion Legion's camp. The soldiers who had just woken up from their sleep rushed out of their tents in a mess.
While randomly putting on the armor, he was also looking for his own weapon.
Curses, shouts, and the screams of soldiers colliding with each other in the darkness were intertwined together.
"Stay where you are! Don't run around! Anyone who disobeys will be executed! "
The officers ran around the camp, shouting and maintaining order.
In fact, the current situation was very dangerous. If they were not careful, there would be chaos in the camp.
Even if there was no enemy invasion at all, under the spread of panic and in the middle of the night, it was easy for the officers to lose control of the soldiers, leading to the soldiers who were unaware of the situation to kill each other.
Fortunately, Colin had made preparations in advance. He had sent the Black Knights to patrol the Golden Lion Legion's camp. If anyone was found to be trying to cause trouble, they would be immediately arrested and severely punished.
However, the Oman family's camp was in chaos.
In the middle of the night, military orders were not transmitted smoothly. The soldiers did not know what was going on.
Moreover, these soldiers were already immersed in the anger and grief of Fallen Eagle City's destruction. They were on the verge of a mental breakdown, and they were only able to hold on because Count Oman had vowed to avenge them.
However, in the midst of this chaos, the suppressed anger in the hearts of the soldiers exploded and turned into a hysterical frenzy.
Many of the soldiers did not care and cut down anyone they saw. When they were done, they realized that they were not enemies, but their own comrades.
This kind of madness spread and became completely uncontrollable.
Count Oman was also injured at this time. He was still wondering why his niece, Cynthia, had betrayed him and who was the one who had plotted to assassinate him. He did not stand up in time to calm the people down.
By the time he realized that something was wrong, the situation in the camp had already gone out of control.
…
"Brother Charles!"
In Knight Nelson's tent, Vera cried as she threw herself onto Charles' body.
She never thought that her brother would come back from the dead and then die again …
"Nelson! How dare you murder Sir Charles! "Colin scolded righteously.
At present, Knight Nelson had already been restrained by Knight Cambenin. His eyes were lifeless as he sat on the ground. When he heard Colin's question, the corners of his mouth curled into an ugly, bitter smile.
"Would you believe me if I said that I didn't want to kill him at all and that he ran into the tip of my sword on his own accord?"
It was clear that everyone was looking at Knight Narson as if he was an idiot after hearing his explanation.
Knight Narson also understood that there was no way he could explain himself in this situation. The strangeness of the whole thing was beyond his comprehension.
Scholar Dawn's eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
When Colin told him that there was a way to deal with Knight Nelson, he never thought that the situation would turn out like this.
Even though he couldn't figure out what went wrong for Knight Narson to accidentally kill Charles, the end result was still pretty good.
Nelson was done.
The Golden Lion Legion was under the direct command of the House of Saint Hilde. Regardless of whether it was a mid-level officer or a low-level soldier, their loyalty to the House of Saint Hilde was definitely the highest in the Northern Frontier.
Knight Narson had actually killed the eldest son of the House of Saint Hilde. This kind of evil deed meant that he had completely lost his appeal in this army.
At this time, many of the soldiers of the Golden Lion Legion hated him to the bone and were looking for an opportunity to kill him to avenge Charles.
At this time, the turmoil in the Oman Family's camp was getting more and more serious. Screams and sounds of slaughter could even be heard here.
Colin frowned as he listened for a while. Puzzled, he asked, "What's going on?"
The assassination attempt on Earl Oman had failed, which made Colin rather disappointed.
Count Oman was too vigilant. Even Cynthia couldn't succeed in a sneak attack. Moreover, this person's strength was indeed formidable. He was actually able to escape from the hands of the fifth rank warrior, Prince Molvey.
But after the assassination attempt failed, the blood thralls had already retreated. Why was it getting more and more chaotic over there?
Scholar Dwayne listened for a while and judged, "There should be a whistle in the camp."
"A whistle in the camp?" Colin immediately trembled.
He had heard of the terror of a whistle in the camp. If it wasn't handled well, the casualties caused by a whistle in the camp would be no less than a crushing defeat.
Thus, Colin immediately ordered, "Knight Louis, please immediately go and maintain order. Don't let the panic of the Oman Family's army spread to the Golden Lion Legion!
Remember, your mission is to guard the Golden Lion Legion's camp. If Count Oman asks for help, you must not send any troops!
If any of the soldiers rush into our camp, please don't be lenient. Kill them all without mercy! "
Knight Louis hesitated for a moment, but under Colin's aggressive gaze, he nodded and said, "Yes!"
At this time, he understood the situation clearly. Knight Narson was completely finished.
Obviously, Knight Campbell would take over the position of Legion Commander, and the Golden Lion Legion would be controlled by Colin and Vera.
Under such circumstances, Knight Louis had to make a choice.
And his choice was not unexpected.
After Knight Louis left the tent, Knight Narson finally raised his head and stared at Colin. His eyes seemed to have regained some of their vitality.
The knight, who was at the end of his rope, said in a deep voice, "Viscount Angley, do you still insist on withdrawing the Golden Lion Legion to Coldwinter City?"
"Yes."
Knight Narson nodded when he heard this, as if he had finally accepted reality. He said frankly, "Did you know? Before you arrived here, I received a mysterious letter. The letter said that the Duke is not dead and asked me to carefully examine the Duke's body. "
"Oh?" Colin's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "Who sent the letter to you?"
Knight Narson slowly shook his head, "There was no signature on the letter."
Colin frowned. Just as he was about to ask again, Knight Narson said, "Sir Viscounts, can you tell me if the Duke is really dead?"
"Yes." Colin nodded solemnly. "I can swear on the honor of the ancestors of the Angele family that the Duke has unfortunately passed away."
Knight Narson nodded as if he had finally let go of something. He turned to look at Vera and bowed before saying, "Miss Vera, please believe me. My loyalty to the House of Saint Hilde has never changed!"
After saying this sentence, Knight Narson did not wait for Vera to reply. He stood up abruptly and rushed to the back.
Knight Campbell was holding his sword against Knight Narson's back, and he was caught off guard when he realized that his sword had already pierced through Knight Narson's chest.
Knight Narson turned to his old rival with a cruel smile on his face, "Canbenin, you've been dreaming of this day for a long time, haven't you?"
After that, he turned around again and said to everyone in front of him, "Whether you believe it or not, Charles died like this!"
Chi!
Knight Campbell pulled out his sword and Knight Narson slowly fell to the ground. Soon, he was no longer breathing.
Blood flowed in the tent and the atmosphere was almost stagnant.
After a while, Colin opened his mouth and broke the suffocating silence. "Since Knight Narson has committed suicide, the most important thing right now is to choose a new commander. Vera, as the only Saint Hilde here, who do you think is the most suitable person to take on this responsibility?"
Although Vera felt sorry for her brother, she knew that she needed to pull herself together at this time.
As soon as she heard Knight Campbell's words, she wiped the tears off her face and looked around. Finally, she said softly, "Knight Campbell, please be in charge of the Golden Lion Legion."
Knight Campbell immediately knelt down on one knee and replied loudly.
"Yes!"
…
On the other side of the Rapids River, a group of dwarven cavalry was looking at the Oman family's camp.
"What's going on over there?" Marquis Dawson had a very dignified expression on his face.
"My Lord, a scout reported this morning that a group of Black Cavalry soldiers had crossed the Rapids River and entered the Golden Lion Legion's camp. I think that Viscount Angley and Earl Oman must have had a conflict."
Marquis Dawson stroked his beard and thought for a moment before he finally gave an order.
"Tell the soldiers to get ready. As soon as the sky turns bright, we will cross the river immediately!"
"Yes!"
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