Realm of Power

ish5 Dylans big twist (7)

"What's wrong? What happened? Did the enemy attack the camp?" Boasad couldn't help but follow him and walked out of the tent. Looking at the fire burning in the camp in the distance, his withered face looked extremely surprised. In the deep dark night, the firelight almost dyed half of the sky red,

"It's not an enemy attack. I think there's something wrong with the camp!"

Northanwick pretended to be calm and turned around. He couldn't say that it was because of the mutiny of the legions formed by the released noble prisoners like the teacher. Compared with other legions, these southern troops from the southern mainland, Undoubtedly, they are the most vulnerable troops to be affected by the impact of prisoners this time.

The Vickians' move can be said to have hit the weak spot of the Nord army. In order to ensure the morale of the army, the landing of the Falcon Army in southern Nord has always been top secret. Except for a few legion commanders, even the flag commander Little did they know that their rear was being harassed by the Falcon Army.

But these captives who came here undoubtedly became the trigger for the entire mutiny. These nobles from the south were undoubtedly the best witnesses.

The Confederate soldiers who learned that their hometown had become a wasteland and their relatives were displaced in the cold wind were quickly becoming the source of shaking the entire Nord army. Nord soldiers in nearby camps were also confused by this sudden situation. They opened their eyes wide and stared at the distant fire in confusion.

"Is that the legion's camp there?"

Boasad looked at it with a solemn expression. He could vaguely hear the sound of metal collision among the shouts coming from far away. This was not like a commotion, but a mutiny!

"It's the camps of the Third and Fifth Southern Legions!" Northanwick pretended to be calm.

"Is everything really going to be okay?" Boasad asked absentmindedly. For some reason, he could already feel the change, which was probably related to his bizarre release.

"Yes, I believe His Majesty the King will handle it! It's just some friction between the legions!" Northanvik said with a smile, "You also know how conservative we Nords are, small frictions like this break out between the legions. It happens sometimes , Teacher, I know you are very tired, but you also saw that there is some chaos tonight, so I'd better send someone to take you to the town of Anguilla, 20 miles away from here. That is my logistics station, and you can also do it there. Get a better rest!"

Northanvik said calmly, "As for the rest of the people, tell me their exact location and I will send someone to send them there, so you don't have to worry!"

"Berinco, come here! I have a task for you!" Northanwick shouted loudly to the guard captain in the distance. Soon, a young knight wearing exquisite mail ran over from a distance. ,

"Immediately take a squadron of troops to escort the teacher to the town of Anguilla, 20 miles away."

Northanvik pointed at Boasad and said in a solemn tone, "This is my most respected teacher. You must send him to Anquila safely, even if it costs you your life." Before you get my order, the teacher's safety is entrusted to you! If something happens to the teacher, your head will not be on your chest."

"Yes, sir, even if I risk my life, I will complete the mission!" The young Nord knight knelt down on one knee in front of Northanvik with a serious expression and responded,

Soon, a group of escort cavalry transferred from the legion headquarters was summoned.

"Teacher!" Northanwick personally held the reins of a well-bred Boan war horse, and with extremely respectful disciple etiquette, personally helped Boasad mount the horse.

"I hope this battle will go well! Then you and I can return to Lod together." Boasad took the reins, nodded to his disciples on the horse, raised his head, and looked at the distant mountains with deep eyes. He said, "I really miss the rye wine in my hometown after being away from my hometown for so long. In half a month, it will be the ripening season of wheat in the southern mountains!"

"I think so! The rye wine in the teacher's territory is the most delicious wine in the entire southern Nord." Northanvik's face darkened slightly, and then he nodded in firm affirmation.

With a smile on his lips, he said, "I will definitely go to the wine cellar of the teacher's residence to ask for a few barrels of wine. I hope the teacher will not turn me away then!"

"Haha, no one will believe you. At least I know that you don't like drinking rye!"

"You want to see Boavilia, but unfortunately, the south is too chaotic, and I have sent her to my sister's house in Kyoto for refuge!

"Do you still remember that when you were sixteen years old, you followed the example of an adult noble and proposed marriage to me, but you were severely scolded by the princess! Boavilla always remembers such an impetuous little guy. !”

"I was really young and frivolous at that time! I always thought that I deserved everything. Northanwick sighed with emotion and touched his head with some embarrassment.

"It was also that time that I realized how superficial a nobleman with only a glamorous appearance is! You can't live on an empty shell!"

"Okay, it's time for me to go! I know that a legion commander has a lot to do, not to mention the turmoil. I hope you will achieve a brilliant victory soon and become a famous general. God bless me, Nord!" Boatha Della grabbed the reins of her horse and said goodbye to Northanwick,

He knew his student very well. The calmer he was, the more serious the situation was. Just as he pretended to be careless, he had already caught a glimpse of his student's right hands, which were making a clicking sound due to the force they clenched together. click sound

This riot must not be that simple! Is it a mutiny? "Boasad's mind was full of doubts. His old and energetic face looked a little pale at the moment, but he still tried his best to pretend to be extremely calm.

"Bon voyage, teacher!" Northanwick waved and shouted, until the horse team escorting Boasad disappeared into the darkness, Northanwick turned around with a dark expression.

"Sir, look at the prisoners mentioned by Lord Boasad, when will we pick them up..." A Nord guard asked cautiously,

"There are no prisoners here, and His Majesty will not admit that these people are still alive. Their names have long been on the war damage list of the Ministry of Military Affairs! They have already served the kingdom!"

Northanvik's indifferent face was filled with a chill, and he said as he walked towards his main tent.

"Don't mention this matter again. Since it's a person who is no longer alive, do you think you can still take it over? Send a team of people and let them fend for themselves according to the charges of dealing with defectors. It can be considered a success. Their loyalty as Nords!"