Throne of the North

In the traditional trash talk session, Viscount Dragun went there in person, but Viscount Miles could only sit in the carriage now.

"Miles, what? Are you dead?"

"I thought you would die this winter, but I didn't expect you to die now. It seems that you won't be able to see this year's God's Grace Festival!"

Beside the carriage, Rag Miles shouted loudly on behalf of Viscount Miles:

"Dragun, my father sends his regards to you. He told me to tell you that you will die as early as your father. My father lived 30 years longer than your father, not to compare age with you, a stinky boy."

Dragun's face darkened. The most important reason why he was able to inherit the title at a young age was because his father died early, and Viscount Miles was indeed a figure from his previous era to him.

"Who are you? Are you worthy of talking to me?"

"Even if Miles is old and can't die, where is that Christian? Is he guarding the Zero Crossing City that belongs to me for this viscount?"

Rag looked at Dragun proudly.

"Brother, of course, you have to take care of the territory of the Miles family. Also, Viscount Dragon, you are a noble, you should respect the orders of the empire. The Miles family is the county governor of Lingdu City appointed by the empire, not you Dragon."

"Go to the south of the empire, go to the prosperous west coast, you can only say that you are Viscount Dragon, not the county governor of Lingdu County!"

"Humph!"

Dragon snorted coldly. In this regard, he really couldn't make any claims, but who in the south of the empire knew the situation in the North Wind Province?

What he wanted was actual interests, rights and land.

"I will take away the wealth that belongs to me."

Dragon finally said.

"You will die in your fortress."

Rag's voice was loud.

...

"Kill!"

The army collided and fought on the muddy land. Unlike those battlefields where slave soldiers were the main force, most of the troops in this battle were trained regular troops. They wore armor and inserted sharp spears into the enemy's body. The bloody smell brought by the blood could make their blood boil and they killed more enemies frantically.

Knights rode their warhorses across the battlefield. Their power was absolute in such a war. Their iron hooves trampled on flesh and blood, and their sharp swords could tear apart the soldiers' leather armor, which was not hard.

"Victory belongs to Dragun!"

Baron Enzo roared. He was the only fifth-class noble who participated in the war. The strength of the silver knights frightened many soldiers, but fear could not stop him from coming.

But in the end, someone stopped Baron Enzo's killing. It was two silver knights who joined forces. Seeing this, Baron Enzo could only retreat.

The war lasted for an hour. When the horn sounded, the armies of both sides began to retreat. Only the immobile corpses were left on the battlefield.

A war involving tens of thousands of people could not be decided in one go, not to mention that this war was related to the future of Lingdu County.

"Tomorrow, we need to kill their knights."

In the evening, Castor found Viscount Miles and said fiercely.

He looked at Viscount Miles who was lying on the bed and unable to get up, frowning, and then looked at Rag standing next to him.

"My Lord Viscount, how are you doing?"

Viscount Miles' weak voice sounded on the bed.

"Castor, don't worry, I won't die before the end of this war."

"As for wanting to kill the knights around Dragun, it's not a simple matter, what do you plan to do?"

Listening to Viscount Miles's no longer clear voice, Castor was already thinking about whether to communicate with that Christian next, but he still replied:

"My Lord Viscount, I plan to give our soldiers a fury potion."

Hearing the name of the fury potion, it was obvious that Viscount Miles's breathing became rapid. He struggled to sit up from the bed and looked at Castor.

"The price of that thing is too high, it is simply not something we can afford, unless you bring a priest of the Holy See with you."

There is definitely no priest. The relationship between the Empire and the Holy See is destined to make it difficult for the power of the Holy See to appear in any corner of the Empire.

"My Lord Viscount."

Castor looked at Viscount Miles with a serious look and said:

"You should know that we must win. The Miles family cannot lose Lingdu County and Lingdu City. Both my father and your family must see this war end by us."

Viscount Miles fell silent. He had too much on his shoulders. Indeed, this war concerning the ownership of Lingdu County must not fail.

Otherwise, they will lose everything.

"The Fury Potion can only maintain the double increase of the knight's strength for half an hour. Once the time is over, it will leave an injury that is difficult to recover. We must end the war within half an hour."

"We cannot let the other side have any possibility of discovery. In addition, I have only one request."

Viscount Miles looked at Castor.

"Dragon must die, and Ellis Dragon must die too."

Ellis Dragon is the eldest son of Viscount Dragon and the future heir to the Viscountship.

"You know, the assassins we sent out are already preparing to assassinate, and Ellis has little chance of surviving."

"No, he must die!"

Viscount Miles stared at Castor, who fell silent and then nodded.

"I will ask someone to notify the assassin immediately, but Lord Viscount, we can assassinate Ellis, but killing Dragon is impossible. Even if our soldiers catch him, we cannot kill him. He was a nobleman, a viscount."

"Nobles cannot die in a war like this."

Castor looked at Viscount Miles in front of him seriously. He felt that the Viscount was a little too crazy. No viscount noble had died in the empire for many years.

"It is true that nobles cannot die in such a war, but that's you."

Viscount Miles' turbid eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"I'm about to die. Before I die, Dragon must not be allowed to live. Otherwise, even if they lose this war, Count Weiss will not be able to get all the support from Lingdu County."

"You can't kill him, but I can."

"Who can argue with me, a dead man? For the sake of the Miles family, and for the Earl's plan, I will kill Dragon even if it means being spurned."

Viscount Miles looked at Castor with murderous intent in his eyes.

After a long time, Castor sighed.

"Now that you've decided, let's do it this way."