The first rays of the morning sun slowly penetrated the clouds and reflected the golden light on the land.
Unknown weeds stretched their bodies under the morning sun, greedily absorbing the blood on the battlefield that had not yet solidified.
A group of vultures hovered in the air. They were never absent death revellers. They flew down from time to time to grab a piece of rotten meat, but were immediately driven away by the soldiers of the Eastern Region who were cleaning the battlefield.
Count Nicol sat on his warhorse in a daze. The strong smell of blood that wafted over from time to time made him feel nauseous. The piles of corpses on the battlefield almost made the old count faint.
Count Nicole was not injured in this battle, except that he was frightened and ran around, causing his helmet to fall off.
However, even though he was completely unharmed, the old count seemed to have lost his backbone. His stooped back and grizzled hair made him look as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
This encounter came suddenly, and it ended very quickly as well.
The Bloody Cavalry gave a fatal blow to the Eastern Region Lords' Coalition Army and then left.
In fact, the Coalition Army had been completely stunned at that time. If the Bloody Cavalry had turned around and charged back and forth a few more times, this huge and bloated Coalition Army would have immediately fallen apart.
If the Bloody Cavalry had taken advantage of the victory to attack again, few people here would have been able to escape.
Although the White Dew City was right in front of them, if the Coalition Army collapsed, even if the defeated soldiers fled to the White Dew City, the people in the city would not dare to open the gate to receive them.
Fortunately, the Bloody Cavalry did not mean to kill them all.
Count Nicole did not think that the other side was being merciful, or that it was beyond their power, but more like … it was unnecessary.
It was as if a giant had slapped a few flies to death, and the rest of the flies flew around in fear. But the giant would not chase after the flies to kill them one by one.
Of course, if the flies came to seek death again, the giant would certainly not spare them.
Understanding this, a strong sense of shame and humiliation surged in his heart, and Count Nicole's old face turned red.
Everyone knew that the Eastern Region Army was very weak, but no one thought that the gap between them and the Northern Frontier was so big!
Once upon a time, Count Nichol had been extremely fortunate to have the Raging Water River as a natural barrier in the Eastern Region. But now, he suddenly felt that the Raging Water River was not a barrier to the Eastern Region, but more like a cage.
It locked the Easterners in this greenhouse, but when the real storm came, the flowers in the greenhouse would only be ruthlessly destroyed.
As for the Northern Frontier, although the threat of the Trolls was a great hindrance to the Northern Frontier, it also helped the Northern Frontier to forge a terrifying and invincible cavalry!
Just over 20,000 Bloody Cavalry soldiers could turn the Eastern Region upside down.
Count Nicole suddenly felt confused. Where was the future of the Eastern Region?
"Your Lordship."
While he was deep in thought, the adjutant walked over with Count Nicol's lost helmet in his hand.
Count Nicole sighed and took his helmet, but did not put it on. He asked in a low voice, "How are the casualties?"
"The statistics haven't been completed yet, but according to preliminary estimates, I'm afraid that nearly 30,000 people have died in the attack of the Bloody Cavalry …"
The corners of Count Nichol's mouth twitched, and his heart was bleeding.
He also knew that in fact, the casualties caused by only one wave of the Bloody Cavalry's attack could not be so great. More people were probably trampled to death when they were running for their lives, and many people should have become deserters out of fear, so they were recorded in the "death toll".
Seeing that Count Nichol was silent for a long time, the adjutant reminded him in a low voice,
"Your Lordship, we'd better enter the city as soon as possible, in case the Bloody Cavalry comes back …"
Count Nichol woke up from his dream and said, "Yes, yes, yes. Gather the army immediately and march to White Dew City!"
"Yes!"
Under this order, the Allied Lords responded extremely quickly. Even if the battlefield had not been cleaned up, they had no time to care about it.
Everyone wanted to enter the city immediately and never meet the Bloody Cavalry in the wild battlefield in their lives.
…
"Your Lordship, this way please."
Count Nichol followed the butler to the inner court of White Dew Castle. He lowered his head and thought about how to explain to the Duke of Saint Prospero when he met him later.
While he was deep in thought, Count Nicol did not notice the oppressive atmosphere in the castle.
In front of the Duke's study, Count Nichol adjusted his collar and gently knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in."
Hearing the voice of the Duchess, Count Nichol did not care. He immediately pushed the door open and entered.
There were two people in the study. Except for the Duchess, the other person was not the Duke of Saint Prospero as Count Nichol thought, but Saint Prospero Ivan.
Count Nichol was a little confused, but he still saluted and greeted him.
Even though Ivan did not have a noble title and was only a knight from a side branch of the Saint Pross family, Count Nichol still treated him with respect.
Because Ivan's brother, Imossen Saint Prospero, was the consul of the Eastern Region in the Senate.
Therefore, although Knight Ivan's strength was mediocre and his prestige was ordinary, he was still a very important figure in the Saint Pross Family.
The Duchess motioned for Count Nichol to take a seat, and then asked, "Count Nichol, what's the situation outside the city?"
Count Nicole looked embarrassed, but he had no choice but to give a brief account of the situation outside the city.
Of course, in the process, he inevitably avoided the important points and found some excuses for himself. But no matter how he glossed over it, he could not change the established fact that the Bloody Cavalry broke through the military formation of the allied lords and successfully broke through the siege.
The Duchess quietly listened to Count Nichol's account, but she did not blame him. Instead, she helped to explain.
"Count Nichol, it's not your fault. No one thought that the Bloody Cavalry would choose to withdraw so decisively. Under the circumstances, no one could stop the Bloody Cavalry who wanted to break through the siege. "
"Thank you for your understanding!" Count Nichol breathed a sigh of relief, but then he asked, "Duke, where are you now? This time, no matter what reason I have, I have lost the battle, so I want to ask for your forgiveness face to face."
As soon as he said this, the room suddenly became quiet.
The Duchess's face was full of deep sorrow. Knight Ivan also lowered his head, as if he was silently mourning.
Count Nichol blinked his eyes in confusion, thinking that he had said something wrong.
But then, he heard a shocking piece of news from the duchess.
"Count Nichol, the Duke of Saint Prospero was assassinated in Hall Manor. I'm afraid he's dead …"
"Wh … What?" Count Nichol opened his mouth wide and did not recover for a long time.
But then he immediately asked, "From what you mean, it's still not certain whether the Duke has been killed?"
"According to Knight Muffat, who was present at the time, the Duke was pierced through the right chest by a spear, and then stabbed in the heart by a dagger … But because the Duke was taken away by the Northern Frontier, it's not certain whether he's dead or alive.
But … "
The Duchess covered her mouth, as if she could not control her pain.
Count Nichol's mind was in a mess, as if the sky had collapsed.
At this time, Knight Ivan said, "Duchess, Count Nichol, now is not the time to grieve. Although the Bloody Cavalry has retreated for the time being, who knows if they will come back.
The most urgent thing is to choose a successor to the Duke, let him preside over the overall situation, and stabilize the people. "
"You're right." The Duchess took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Then she turned to look at Count Nichol and asked.
"Count Nichol, who do you think is more suitable to inherit the position of Duke of the Eastern Region?"
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