The dwarven messengers arrived at Winter City.
This was the third time that Count Ankar had been sent to Winter City, but this time, he was not alone.
Marquis Dawson's eldest son, Count Falco Dawson, accompanied him.
Count Falco was different from the unreliable Wales. As the eldest son of Marquis Dawson, he had the demeanor of an heir of the Dawson family. Furthermore, he was calm and steady, and he was highly valued by Marquis Dawson.
It was obvious that the Dawson family did not want to let the Menham family negotiate with the House of Saint Hilde alone.
Of course, this could also be seen as the close relationship between the Menham family and the Dawson family, and it was clear that they had foiled the enemy's plan.
As for what the two dwarven families were thinking, only the people involved knew.
However, Colin decided to hide with Vera and let Scholar Dwayne deal with the dwarven messengers.
He knew that there was no way to make any progress with the Dawson family and the Menham family present at the same time.
Therefore, Scholar Dwayne and the two dwarven counts talked for the whole day. It seemed like they were arguing with each other, but in the end, they realized that there was no consensus at all.
Count Ankar and Count Falco were angry, but there was nothing they could do. Scholar Dwayne had always maintained a friendly attitude, as if he was really willing to negotiate with the dwarves. However, there were some conditions that they could not agree on.
During the banquet, Angele and his wife, who had disappeared for the whole day, finally appeared.
Count Ankar and Count Falco went to talk to them for a while, but they did not get any meaningful answers. Colin just said, "You can talk to Scholar Dwayne. He can completely represent the House of Saint Hilde."
The two dwarven counts had no choice but to give up. They were thinking about how to deal with Scholar Dwayne, who seemed friendly, but was actually very difficult to deal with.
The night was getting darker, and a place in the southern part of Winter City suddenly became lively.
This was originally a deserted open space, but now it was densely packed with simple and crude tents.
The tents were surrounded by thorny fences, and there was a sign at the entrance that read 'Captive Camp'.
In the battle of the Riverrun River, the Golden Lion Legion had defeated the Dawson clan's army, capturing roughly fifteen thousand prisoners.
After entering Chilly Winter, the Dwarf captives were settled here. Besides having a daily meal to prevent them from starving to death, nobody cared about them.
But tonight, it seemed that someone important had come to the camp.
"What's wrong? What's going on? "Holmn whispered to his companion.
"I don't know."
After asking a few rounds, he still didn't get a definite answer.
Just as he was feeling puzzled, Holmoen suddenly heard cheers coming from the front, as if they had received some great news.
"What's going on? Are you going to let us go? "
Holmoen scratched his head anxiously, trying to figure out what was going on, but he could not squeeze to the front.
But not long after, his squad leader ran back excitedly, shouting, "The House of Saint Hilde and the Dawson family have reached an agreement. There will be no more fighting! We can go home now! "
"Re … Really? We can go home? "Happiness came too suddenly, and Holmoen could not believe it.
The dwarven comrades around him had already begun to wail and howl in excitement.
"Then when are we leaving? Tomorrow? "
"No, they'll let us go in a while!"
"So fast!"
Holmoen was excited, and he could not wait to leave this place that brought him bad memories.
Indeed, not long after, the door of the captive camp was completely opened. The Dwarves lined up neatly under the orders of the officers, and slowly walked out.
Along the way, Holmoen saw General Tumu.
As a rank 5 warrior, General Tumu was highly respected in the Dawson clan's army. But after being captured, he had mysteriously disappeared, and no one knew where he went.
But now that he had reappeared, the captives felt much more at ease.
Even though they had not had enough to eat, the Dwarf captives were still spirited, and they followed the orders of the Golden Lion Legion in an orderly manner.
Holmoen was in the formation, and he looked around as he walked. Half an hour later, he realized that he had arrived at the city gate.
The open city gate looked eerie under the night sky, but in the eyes of the Dwarf captives, it was the door to hope.
After walking out of Chilly Winter Castle, Holmoen was finally sure that he was saved!
Outside the city gate, there was a place for weapons.
Every dwarf captive that passed through there would be given a weapon.
Holmoen also received a long sword. Even though he would not be able to get back his leather armor and bow, a long sword made him feel more at ease.
The atmosphere in the formation became more lively, and some of the Dwarf captives even sang war songs to celebrate their new life.
That night, the stars were sparse, and the boundless darkness shrouded the land. In this pitch-black night, no one knew what was waiting for the Dwarf captives.
Holmoen also sang along with his comrades, and his footsteps were light. Even the hunger that had been plaguing him all this time had temporarily disappeared.
Suddenly, the formation in front stopped.
In the darkness, military orders were not transmitted smoothly, and the Dwarf captives were in chaos, but they were quickly suppressed by the officers.
"What's the matter?" Holmoen was anxious again.
"We encountered the sentries of the Menham Family," the captain comforted him.
Holmoen heaved a sigh of relief, and then he became excited. This meant that they were very close to the Dwarf camp. Perhaps they would be able to eat piping hot food soon!
Just as Holmoen was immersed in the fantasy of food and was drooling, there was another commotion in front.
"What's the matter now?"
"I'll go ahead and take a look. Stay where you are and don't run around!" the captain instructed before he went ahead to investigate the situation.
Holmoen could only wait patiently, but the hunger that had disappeared suddenly appeared again. It was much more intense than before, and Holmoen almost lost control of himself.
As time passed, the Dwarf captives did not receive any orders to advance.
Meanwhile, the patience of Holmsen and the others was wearing thin in this endless wait. Anxiety and anger gradually spread among the captives.
"Why aren't we allowed to return?"
"Why aren't we allowed to return?"
…
Suddenly, there was a commotion in front.
Holmoen was on the verge of exploding when he saw the captain running back angrily.
"Captain, what's going on in front?"
"The Menham Family doesn't allow us to enter their camp!"
"Why?"
"They said that they didn't receive any news of the release of the captives. They also said that the family emissary is still in Chilly Winter Castle. They didn't reach an agreement with the House of Saint Hilde."
"Nonsense! We're back. How can they not reach an agreement? If they don't reach an agreement, will the Golden Lion Legion release us? "
While Holmoen was feeling indignant, the commotion in front escalated. Intense fighting sounds and screams could be heard.
"We want to go home!"
"We're not enemies!"
"We want to see Marquis Dawson!"
…
It was unknown who instigated it, but the Dwarf captives confronted the Menham Family. Their words became more and more intense, and they were on the verge of losing control.
Rumble!
The ground suddenly quaked. General Tumu smashed his large hammer heavily on the ground and roared.
"Who dares to stop me?"
After saying that, he took the lead and rushed into the Menham Family's formation.
His actions were like a spark falling into hot oil, instantly igniting a raging inferno!
The Dwarf captives, who had become extremely anxious from the long wait and hunger, exploded. Under General Tumu's lead, they charged towards the Menham Family's camp.
The night was dark, but the massacre had begun.
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