South, border of Bordro.
Laing led six thousand knights, a total of fifteen thousand men, and was ready to set out.
The south of Brittany had been very prosperous in recent years. Naturally, the number of knights had increased greatly. It wasn't that many nobles couldn't provide knights, but that they couldn't afford to buy enough equipment for their children.
Once the equipment caught up, many knight families would be able to equip a large number of knights and squires. Many nobles didn't lack talent to become knights, but money.
The huge camp was filled with knights, all of whom were waiting for Dalhead's reply.
Without Dalhead's reply, Leon's army would not be able to go north to support Lyonasser. Even though the army was ready to go, they could only wait. Francois, on the other hand, had already led three thousand knights to Colona with a large amount of food.
Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, Laing stood alone on a hill in the camp, looking at the distant sky with a frown.
He was dressed in earl attire, the Sword of Nemesis hanging at his waist. The sword was about one and a half meters long, and the white cloak on his back flapped in the wind.
"Laing." Sulia, who was also fully armed and valiant, approached from behind. The two of them stood together on the hill. Not far away was the boundary between Bordero and Muxilon, the Grismori River.
Laing didn't want Suria to come with him. The earl wanted Suria to stay at home while he brought Veronica and Teresa, who had just returned to Glamorgan.
But Suria insisted.
Their wedding was not far away. She didn't want to stay at home and wait for news from Laing. Victory or defeat, she would face it with him.
They were engaged.
Laing tried to persuade Suria for a while, but she was adamant. Laing smiled and said, "Suria, I've always thought that the greatest respect for a lady is to let her make her own choice. Do you still insist on coming with me?"
"I insist."
The count didn't say anything more. He took his fiancee with him and went to battle.
Laing turned around and saw that Veronica was there as well. Sorceress Garland — or rather, Elder Garland — greeted Suria respectfully. She then complained to Laing, "My dear, why have you been fighting all the time since I started following you? Can't you just rest for a few years? "
"I want to, but the enemy won't give us the chance." Laing could only smile bitterly. Ever since he came to Brittany, the war had never stopped. "Maybe I'm fated to be in a war."
"Don't say such ominous things, Laing." Teresa also appeared. When the sorceress returned to Glamorgan, she felt a little guilty because she didn't finish the winter homework that Morgiana left for her.
When she came back, she heard that Laing was going to battle. Morgiana didn't have the time to care about Teresa's homework. She, the Lake Fairy, and Laing discussed for a few hours and then asked Laing to prepare for battle.
Teresa was afraid that Morgiana would ask about her homework. The sorceress usually avoided Morgiana, and Morgiana didn't have many opportunities to appear in front of others. As a result, when Laing announced that he was going to battle, the sorceress followed him out.
Teresa also greeted Suria respectfully, which made Laing want to laugh.
Only those who had truly experienced the harsh class system of this world, just like the Middle Ages, would know the difference in status. Since Leon had already become the Chosen Champion and Count of the Lake Fairy, it was impossible for him to marry a witch as his wife. The Lake Fairy would not agree, and neither would the nobles of the kingdom.
Veronica was the first to understand this principle, while Theresa was forced to understand it.
"According to the news from the frontlines, the Skalins tribe, the Duchy of Lyonassi, and the Kingdom of Culona's army fought in the Nanz Plains. The knights were defeated, but most of the knights and squires have retreated to the Lyonassi Castle." Teresa brought the news. The sorceress asked Laing, "What do we do now? The situation is critical. Are we going to wait here? "
"There's no news. We can only wait here." Laing's expression was calm. "We chose to send troops to save Lyonassi out of chivalry. We're respecting the law by waiting here."
"Out of chivalry, we can form reinforcements to help Lyonassi. But obviously, we can't break the law just to save Dalhead." Laing turned around and explained to Teresa, "Other than causing a series of diplomatic problems, this will also give people a reason to criticize us. Regardless of whether we win or lose, if Dalhead accuses us of trespassing in the kingdom's court, we'll have to apologize and compensate for our losses."
"But from what I remember, the knights of Brittany would rush to the kingdom's aid when they hear that it's in danger." Teresa understood what Laing meant. She said with interest, "Especially the Grail Knights. You're the role models of chivalry, living saints."
There was a hint of mockery and sarcasm in her words. Suria glanced at the sorceress with some displeasure.
"Recklessness is not one of the eight virtues of chivalry. Besides, we're the guardians of order. Let me give you an example. Let's say you're in the middle of an experiment in your magic workshop, and suddenly someone barges in and says he can help you. Would you be happy?" Laing continued.
"Then I'd definitely tell him to get out, and then I'd see if I should reward him with a Pyroblast." Veronica kicked Teresa lightly with her high boot, signaling the sorceress to stop talking.
The two witches were still on the same side for the time being. After some discussion, Veronica and Teresa had reached a consensus. They agreed to eat Laing's cake together. A familiar enemy was always better than an unfamiliar enemy.
Teresa also realized something. She changed her tone slightly. "I didn't mean that. What I meant was, if the news doesn't come, are we just going to wait here?"
"There are three conditions for us to be mobilized. We just need to fulfill one of them." Laing continued to look into the distance. "First, Dalhead needs to ask us for help. That's the most direct way. Then there's the king's order. If that doesn't work, the lady's oracle can also send us out."
Knights and squires were everywhere in the camp. At the same time, the dukes also sent a lot of soldiers. As for the serf infantry … Laing also felt that it was useless against the barbarians. Apart from the two longbow battalions sent by Duke Bastogne Berchemund, he also brought a team of dwarven gunners formed by the dwarf engineer Dugan Ironman.
After waiting from morning to afternoon, Laing finally received Duke Dalhead's request for help. He ordered the army to set off immediately. He himself also rode on the pure-blooded elven warhorse Grape and prepared to go north to support the castle of Lyonassai.
Not long after the army left the camp, a small group of knights came from the other side of the field. These knights were few in number, but when they saw them, the whole army stopped.
This was because these knights were dressed very differently.
They all held broad-bladed greatswords in their hands and rode on warhorses. They wore clothes and armor that were already somewhat old. The warhorses all carried a cabinet on their backs. No matter how old and broken the cabinet was, the holy image of the Goddess of the Lake on the cabinet was still as clean as new.
They were glorious expeditionary knights. In order to find the Holy Grail, they had gone through untold hardships. Now that the kingdom was in trouble, they chose to come and help the kingdom get through it together.
The path of the Holy Grail did not mean that the elimination of evil had nothing to do with them, because they had embarked on the path of the Holy Grail to destroy evil and protect the land of the Goddess.
The leading knight took off his helmet, revealing a slender and cold face. His expression was serious, and a long broad-bladed greatsword was burning with red flames. There was only anger and coldness in his eyes.
Laing's knight, Hex, tried to talk to him. "May I ask who you are?"
"Ask Laing to come over and talk to him! Who do you think you are! "the expeditionary knight said coldly. His words made Hex's face turn red.
Laing frowned. He thought to himself, who is this person? Why is he so influential?
Who knew that the count's flag bearer, the Holy Grail Knight Armand, would speak first. Armand's expression was very excited. He took the initiative to step forward and extend his hand. "Long time no see! My friend, how are you? "
The expeditionary knight was a little surprised to see Armand. He extended his hand and shook Armand's hand. The words that came out of his mouth were as hard as stone. "So it's Armand. You're now loyal to Count Laing? That's right. He was the one who killed the Red Duke. "
Laing knew that things were not simple. He rode forward. "Hello, I am Laing Macado."
"The Chosen of God champion of the Lady. It took less than ten years to go from a Nord country bumpkin to a count. Hmm … your aura is unstable. It's a sign that you're about to break through to the holy realm." The expeditionary knight sized him up and then extended his hand. "Hello, I am Hubard."
Hubard?! The person in front of him was Hubard?
Laing's heart was in turmoil, but he did not show it on his face. He shook hands with Hubard and gave him a knight's salute.
Hubard, Duke of Kakason, the ruler of the Duchy of Kakason!
Laing and Hubard had never met face to face. When he came to Brittany, Duke Hubard had just stepped onto the path of the Holy Grail. There was no news of him for several years after that. The administrative affairs of the territory were all handed over to the Holy Grail Order led by Morgiana and the headquarters of the Holy Grail Knights in Lake Kakason. After Morgiana was heavily injured, the Duchy of Kakason actually fell under the control of the Holy Grail Knights and several prophets of the Lake Goddess. The political situation was stable and peaceful for a period of time.
On the surface, Hubard had given up his title of Duke. However, Laing knew that this was only symbolic. For the Holy Grail Knights, if they were ordinary royal knights (whose fief was usually a village or a fixed income), they would give up their duties in the mortal world after completing the Holy Grail Trials and focus on protecting the holy land of the Lake Goddess. However, if the royal knight had a hereditary title of Duke, they would return after completing the Holy Grail Trials to restore their titles and fulfill their duties as lords.
According to the teachings of the Lake Goddess, protecting one's own territory was the best way to protect the land of the Goddess.
"I know how strong you are, and I know how much you are favored by the Lady. That is why the knights and I will listen to your commands," Hubard said calmly. "We will fight side by side on the battlefield. I will use my sword and the fury of the Lady to expel those disgusting believers of Chaos."
"Welcome." Laing could tell that Hubard didn't want to say too much, so he decided to speak less and do more.
A group of knights joined in, and the army continued on their journey.
"Count, we have such a powerful army. The barbarians in the north are nothing to worry about," one of the knights said to Laing.
"The barbarians are very powerful. They defeated the knights of Lyonasser and Culona. We must not underestimate them. They are warriors favored by the evil gods." Laing didn't hide his past at all. "When I was a knight of Nords, we would go to war with the barbarians every few years."
"After this war, I will return to my territory …" Laing still wanted to say something.
At the side, Sulia immediately reached out her small hand to cover his mouth. She was both embarrassed and angry. "Ryan!"
The knights nearby all burst into laughter. Everyone knew about the engagement between Earl Ryan and Marquise Sulia. They were well-matched in terms of social status, so everyone gave their blessings. Moreover, judging from the happiness on the face of the female knight, she was obviously very satisfied with this marriage. It was just that she was shy, so she didn't want Earl Ryan to continue talking about it.
… …
The king of Skalinth relied on his strong body and powerful blessings from Khorne to hold on until his adopted son, Chakoi, gave him the antidote. Only then did Egil struggle to recover from the brink of death.
After he woke up, bad news came one after another. The Chaos Inferno Cannon was destroyed, and a large amount of food was burned. How was the barbarian army going to conquer Lyonasser's fortified castle?
The worst news was that his son was taken away by the Brittany! According to many barbarian soldiers, the woman who was pregnant with his son, Hunghest, was taken away by the Brittany's knight of the Holy Grail!
Endless anger flooded Egil's chest. The King of Skalinth swore that he would take back his son from the Bretons no matter what the cost.
Now, the first thing he had to face was the problem of conquering Lyonasser's castle.
Therefore, on the first day, Egil personally led his troops to attack the castle of Lyonassai. This was a test attack. As expected, faced with the fierce resistance of the knights and the strong defense of the castle, the barbarians lost more than five hundred warriors. On the other hand, the Brittanians lost dozens of knights and three hundred peasant soldiers.
All the males above the age of 15 in the castle were forcibly recruited to guard the castle walls. Egil knew that he couldn't win this time, so he ordered a retreat.
However, this test attack was not in vain. When the barbarians were attacking the castle walls, Chaos Wizard Chakoi and his trusted Chaos Champion Korwendoff took the opportunity to explore the waters around Lyonasser's castle.
They found that the waters around Lyonasser's castle were very shallow. The shallowest part was only five or six meters deep.
After hearing the report, Egil showed a bloodthirsty expression.
He already had a plan to conquer the castle.
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