Throne of the North

As night fell, the camp was lit with blazing flames. Viscount Miles and a group of nobles who had taken refuge in him gathered in the gorgeous tent. It could be seen that many nobles were not used to this environment. If they could, they would be better. Willing to stay in a warm bed in his own territory.

Unfortunately, in order to ensure victory, Viscount Miles asked them all to follow him to the battlefield.

"It's only July and it's already so cold."

Some nobles sighed with emotion, shook their heads and hid in the tent, wrapping themselves tightly in their bearskin cloaks.

"Lord Viscount, Viscount Dragon's soldiers are beyond our imagination. He actually has three thousand trained soldiers. Even if you are sitting in Lingdu City, you cannot train so many soldiers."

Baron Evra said, and then received a few unkind looks from Viscount Miles.

In the eyes of several of the descendants of Viscount Miles, is this dissatisfaction with the Miles family for not having so many soldiers?

"This is imaginary. The Dragon Family's territory has the richest mineral resources in Lingdu County. They sold the forged iron tools to the south where there is a lack of iron ore and earned a lot of gold coins."

Baron Kendra said regretfully.

"But now, how do we win?"

Baron Evra spoke, leaving many nobles silent. Although they did not know much about military affairs, the knights under his command still told them that if the same happened tomorrow, they would probably lose the war.

Viscount Dragon has a more powerful army than them. This is what everyone discovered today, as well as Baron Enzo. Everyone now understands why the second son of Viscount Miles lost so miserably.

If it were them...these nobles would certainly not admit it.

"Don't worry, we will win."

Viscount Miles said, causing everyone to look over in surprise.

"Does the Viscount still have magic scrolls that he has not used up?"

Baron Evra said in surprise.

"You'll know tomorrow."

Viscount Miles did not continue, and the other nobles could only guess for themselves.

The arrival of the next day made the atmosphere in the Bingfeng Forest tense again. This time, Viscount Dragon was in high spirits. He decided to decide the ownership of this forest today.

"We'll drive that old Miles back today, and then we'll take over his city. It's time for Lingdu County to have a new governor."

Wearing a noble robe, Viscount Dragon looked at his child.

"Enzo, you are a noble, please don't go to the battlefield today."

Baron Enzo shook his head and said:

"No, father, I want to gain my glory on the battlefield."

Dragon didn't say anything after hearing this. Just like what he said, Enzo was no longer just his son, but a noble baron, as noble as him.

It's just that... I'm a little more keen on fighting.

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"Kill!"

"The glory of victory belongs to Dragon!"

"Kill all our enemies and we will get snow-white milk and a house that will not leak!"

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides once again charged fearlessly. The soil of this valley was soaked with blood, and the reserve soldiers around the two viscounts also continued to fill the millstone of flesh and blood.

"Lord Viscount, I can't hold it any longer!"

Beside Viscount Miles, a knight with bloodstained armor returned and said to the old Viscount in embarrassment.

"Soon."

Viscount Miles looked at the sun in the sky, which was hanging high above his head.

"Send them a message."

Viscount Miles looked at his youngest son Rag.

"As you command, Father."

The magic scroll was torn apart, and an illusory eagle flew into the distance. Soon after, the end of the world in the distance was gradually blocked by tall figures.

Looking at the dazzling thunder flag, many nobles opened their eyes wide.

"That's... Count Weiss's army!"

Evra and other nobles looked at Viscount Miles in horror.

"Viscount, you actually contacted Count Weiss!"

Viscount Miles looked at the nobleman and smiled.

"Why are you so shocked?"

"Earl Weiss is also a great nobleman in the North Wind Province. Now, the earl is our friend. He will bring us victory and wealth."

Hearing this, the eyes of other nobles also lit up.

Indeed, if we can win this war that is already about to be lost, then... it is not impossible to give some to Count Weiss.

Rumble.

In front of the army coming from afar, the tall cans chopped off the axes in their hands, the trees also broke, and a complete passage was quickly cleared.

Two thousand soldiers rushed to the battlefield in the valley, and the voice of Atel Weiss, the silver knight riding a war horse, roared over the battlefield.

"Viscount Dragon, you betrayed the friendship between nobles and started a war with the nobles of the empire. In the name of Count Weiss, I order you to withdraw your troops!"

"Count Weiss's army?"

Viscount Dragon looked at the sudden army on the battlefield in shock, and the next moment he became extremely angry.

"That old guy Miles actually gave away the wealth belonging to Lingdu County to others!"

He clenched his fists and took out the knight's sword.

"Even the Count cannot rob the wealth that belongs to us. Soldiers, charge!!!"

The cavalry beside him rushed towards the battlefield. Viscount Dragun, with bloodshot eyes, stared into the distance, as if he wanted to see the face of the old man Miles. On the battlefield, the strength of both sides began to pour towards Viscount Miles.

Enzo jumped off his horse and slashed forward with his knight's sword, but a huge battle axe fell down and forced him to block the knight's sword horizontally. However, his face changed drastically the next moment.

Looking at the 'giant' in front of him, who was two heads taller than himself, Enzo was extremely shocked.

"Why is the power so terrifying?"

He clearly sensed that the opponent had no fighting spirit in his body, which meant that this was a warrior who was not even a bronze knight, but he was overwhelmed in strength.

Under the pressure of the five iron cans around him, Enzo kept retreating, his arms were numb and trembling slightly.

"Baron, retreat, these 'monsters' are too strong."

The knight guards around him rushed towards this side desperately, trying to protect their lord, but they also faced the attack of other tall warriors.

The giant axe can even cut trees, and even if the armor of these knights can withstand it, the huge force will make them lose all their fighting power.

"Can't retreat!"

Baron Enzo gritted his teeth and roared, only he knew that in this war, he had already risked everything.

"Keep killing!"

He roared loudly, but the next moment, the giant axe above his head fell and bounced off his knight's sword.

Seeing that the giant axe was about to hit him, Baron Enzo was also terrified at this moment, but the next moment, a thumb-thick "short spear" flew over from nowhere and pierced into the neck of the "giant" in front of him.

Blood spurted on Baron Enzo's face. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the "short spear" flew. He saw a group of reined-in figures on the hillside above the valley on the side, and the "short spear" was the sharp arrow shot by the longbow in the hands of the noble who led the group.

He stood with his back to the setting sun, making it difficult to see his appearance.