The South Gate of Tinder City opened wide, and a group of Blood Cavalry galloped out, raising smoke and dust that covered the sky.
The guards of the Brugen Family looked at this scene, and they felt that it was unreal.
This group of cavalry from the Northern Frontier came quickly and left quickly, as if they didn't have the slightest bit of nostalgia for Tinder City, which was known as the number one fortress in the Eastern Region.
However, they all understood that although the Blood Cavalry came and went like the wind, and only stayed in Tinder City for a day and a night, they had already completely changed the city.
The rumors about Grace and Count Angele were already circulating in the city, and this kind of news could always spread effortlessly, not to mention that the Brugen Family didn't seem to have the intention of blocking the news.
Therefore, where Tinder City should go in the future, became the most private topic of discussion in the city.
Grace stood on the city wall, not caring about the various probing gazes coming from the surroundings, and looking at the Blood Cavalry gradually disappearing into the horizon, she was lost in thought.
The butler walked over and asked softly, "Miss, those rumors in the city … should we do something about it?"
"No need." Grace shook her head.
The butler frowned, and just as he was about to persuade again, he heard Grace say again,
"Go and contact the church, let them prepare for father's funeral."
"Yes." The butler could only accept the order with a heart full of worries and left.
The cold wind whistled, and the guards on the city wall unconsciously shrank their necks.
However, the pampered and spoiled Miss Grace was still standing there quietly, looking into the distance as if she was waiting for something.
There was not a trace of cloud in the clear sky, and it was as clean as a blue mirror.
Suddenly, an almost undetectable black dot appeared on the mirror, hovering over Tinder City.
Grace's gaze focused, and her small cherry mouth formed a strange shape, and a sharp whistle was constantly emitted.
Attracted by the whistle, the black dot in the sky suddenly swooped down.
When it was close, it was discovered that it was actually a huge black feather raven.
The raven landed on Grace's shoulder, and very humanely rubbed the girl's hair with its wings, as if it was greeting her.
Grace smiled and rubbed Raven's head. Then, she took a letter from Raven's leg.
The guards on the city wall curiously peeked at the girl and the strangely shaped raven from the corner of their eyes, but they didn't dare to approach and ask.
Finally, Grace finished reading the letter. Her face still had the same expression as before, as if the contents of the letter didn't surprise her at all.
After that, she took out a written reply letter from her bosom and tied it to the raven's leg. Once again, she let out a sharp whistle.
The raven cawed, flapped its black wings, and flew back into the sky, quickly disappearing.
Grace turned around and walked down the tower. When she passed by a brazier, she threw the letter she had just received into it.
The rising flames quickly engulfed the letter, spitting out ashes.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the corner of the letter that had not yet been completely burned rolled out of the brazier.
The guard at the side hurriedly picked it up and saw that there was only a signature left on it.
"… Your dearest brother."
The guard scratched his head in confusion. Didn't Miss Grace's brother just leave Tinder City? Why did he write a letter back?
But he didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly threw it back into the brazier.
The flames rose again, completely turning the corner of the letter into ashes.
… …
"You are the Black Cavalry galloping on the battlefield. Speed is your second life …"
Clive felt the cold wind whistling past his ears, and couldn't help but recall Marquis García's admonition on the command platform when the Black Cavalry was just established.
At that time, the Black Cavalry galloping on the Firmament Ice Field was indeed carrying out this creed — to win with speed!
Under the leadership of Marquis García, the Black Cavalry were like a red-hot steel knife. No matter when or where, they could pierce the enemy's chest in the shortest time, with the fastest speed, and with the most ferocious posture, making their blood boil immediately.
Battle after battle, victory after victory, the Black Cavalry used the enemy's blood and undefeated battle record to polish this name brighter and brighter, more and more glorious.
However, after the fiasco in the Shadow Canyon, Marquis García left the Black Cavalry.
This army also had a new commander, a new name, and a new style.
Compared with Marquis García's straightforwardness, Count Angele's style made many Black Cavalry soldiers very uncomfortable at first.
They were all veteran generals who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Of course, it was impossible for them to not understand the situation, and they could all understand some simple strategies.
If the tactics and strategies of Marquis García in the past were relatively easy to understand — that is, to find the enemy's most fatal point and then kill with the fastest speed and the most decisive posture. Then, Count Angele's style seemed somewhat unpredictable, and could even be called strange and unpredictable.
But there was one thing that Count Angele and Marquis García had in common, that was, they were both invincible!
Outside Silvermoon City, the remnants of the 7,000 Black Cavalry wiped out the 100,000 Pegasus Legion, ran thousands of miles on the Sky Ice Field, and cut off the head of the Troll Emperor outside the Troll King City. When the Northern Frontier was in danger of falling into civil strife, he turned the tide with his own strength and led the army to defeat the seemingly large number of rebels …
Although it was hard for officers like Clive to figure out Count Angele's thoughts, Count Angele's reputation in the army was no less than Marquis Cassia's because of the victories that Count Angele had won over and over again.
Therefore, when Count Angele asked the main force of Blood Cavalry to go down the Nu Shui River and set off for White Dew City outside Alfalfa City, no one questioned.
Clive now recalled that he felt that he was crazy at that time.
Less than 20,000 Blood Cavalry went deep into the hinterland of the Eastern Region alone, and their target was a strong city like White Dew City …
No one would think that it was possible for them to take down White Dew City alone, but strangely, no one doubted that Count Angele could lead them to take down White Dew City.
It sounded difficult to understand, but this was the role of prestige.
As long as there was enough prestige, a commander could let his army execute any seemingly impossible order.
The cold wind was biting, but Clive felt that his chest seemed to be burning with a soldering iron.
White Dew City!
The capital of the Eastern Region!
The territory of the House of Saint Prospero!
It was also the place where Marquis García was imprisoned!
The shame of the Shadow Canyon could not be washed away by the blood of the Pegasus Legion alone!
After landing on the south side of the Alcis Mountain, this Blood Cavalry seemed to have returned to the Sky Ice Field again, and found the feeling of galloping unhindered and stabbing into the enemy's chest like a sharp blade.
Clive drank a mouthful of liquor on the horse and stuffed a few pieces of beef jerky into his mouth. The whole process did not slow down at all.
This was the basic skill of every Blood Cavalry officer, and they could even sleep on the back of the horse.
After five days and five nights of galloping, Clive was convinced that White Dew City should be not far away.
Suddenly, a low bugle sounded in front of him.
Clive's heart trembled, and he immediately reduced the speed of the horse slowly. However, the blood in his heart was boiling more fiercely because he understood —
White Dew City, finally arrived!
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