Chapter 686

Count angert's reply and tone made Tris Eckert reluctantly shake his head, but count bosiwar, who looked up at the peak, kept turning his eyes back and forth, wondering if there was any old grudge between the two old men.

"... in a word, although the Varna family probably won't give you a good face, you don't need to take into account their emotions at all - the Boyi people attach great importance to feelings. We are an alliance with them with blood thicker than water and won't be easily destroyed by the accumulated resentment of one or two people."

"Yes, we're here to save that old thing. Why should we give them face?" the count of angert shouted "helpfully" aside:

"When something went wrong, he covered his hands and refused to say. When something went wrong, he was embarrassed to ask the Empire for help. When he couldn't hold it, he secretly wrote a letter of help. Who gave him face..."

Before the old man finished, count Eckert, who suddenly turned back, stared at him; The warned count of angert was not convinced by the boss and turned his head with a hum.

Count Eckert's face was slightly heavy, and he said solemnly, "more importantly, you are the Lord of Byrne, the Duke of Turin; no one is worth bowing to except the supreme emperor!"

Seeing his serious expression, Loren nodded.

The dark haired wizard knew very well that count Eckert only wanted to give himself some confidence and was unwilling to gossip behind others; On the contrary, Loren himself disagreed.

The Elven elders of the morning star forest, the masters of freswalker and corona of eboden, and the ministers of the Royal Council... These old stubborn people, Loren can be said to be "knowledgeable" and did not take count Eckert's words to heart.

"Well... Archduke Laszlo Varna and count angert are of the same generation and have experienced the generation of Roland, the black Duke, right?"

The little wizard suddenly asked in a curious whisper, "remember that Roland Turin's fame war is the Centaur war... Why does the Duke still have no good feelings for the Byrne people?"

As ayin's words fell, count Eckert and angert fell into silence at the same time, turning their eyes to each other awkwardly.

Looking at the expressions of the two people, Loren couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Oh... Did I ask any questions I shouldn't ask?"

"No, that's a good question! It's just..." count Eckert smiled reluctantly at the little wizard, and his eyes turned aside involuntarily.

"Look what I'm doing, you don't know!" count angert glanced and lit the back of his head to each other, and his eyebrows kept twitching: "anyway... That's it."

Eckert sighed helplessly and slowly looked back at the curious Lauren and the little wizard:

"It should be said that... It was precisely because of the Centaur war that Archduke Varna complained about Bain... Or the Turin family."

"Why?" they said in unison.

"Because to some extent, the Centaur war..." count Ike paused and seemed reluctant to say, "it was picked up by Roland."

The little wizard widened his eyes and was shocked.

"This is mainly because Duke Roland noticed that the Centaurs had signs of unification, so he led the red blood Castle Knights to cross the green sea and attack their hinterland. As a result, the Centaurs thought that the Empire was going to attack and destroy them on a large scale, and then..."

The darker the description, the darker the count of Eckert couldn't go on halfway.

"Then they really unified and launched a counter attack on Boye?"

"This is not entirely correct, but..." count Eckert took a hard sip of his mouth: "you can also say so."

Loren couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"But anyway, Duke Roland did win the Centaur war - they haven't had the strength to fight back for three generations."

"Although Byrne's knights won a decisive victory in this war, the boyans... Especially the Varna family contributed a lot, and even willingly obeyed Roland's dispatch, resulting in heavy casualties in several wars!"

"In the late stage of the war, Roland refused the assistance of the Empire, and the Warner family still firmly supported him; Bain had a long way to go and the material transportation was difficult, so they exhausted the wealth of the whole little Boyi, and did not let the Empire step into Boyi alone."

"The Varna family originally expected to use this way to let Roland support their family's reelection as Archduke of Boyi, completely casting the absolute hegemony of the Varna family in Boyi."

"However, in order to stabilize the situation in boi, the black Duke finally recommended the owner of the Jonah family, who was popular at that time, rather than the father of Archduke Laslo Varna, in accordance with the tradition of the boi people."

Count Eckert sighed slowly, "so... You can imagine the attitude of Laszlo Varna, who succeeded to the throne, towards our black Duke?"

The silent Lorraine nodded and said nothing.

"Of course, you don't have to worry too much." Eckert said with relief: "this time they took the initiative to ask for help. Even if Archduke Varna is no longer happy, he can't treat you..."

"Silence --!"

Just then, count bosiwar, who had been "watching the play" nearby, suddenly roared; With a slight frown, Eckert turned his eyes to him: "what's the matter?"

"A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour has passed." bosiwar's eyes were solemn: "the Rangers sent to explore the way ahead have not come back yet!"

"Could it be that they met the person to meet?" the count of anget asked tentatively, "we've been walking for nearly a day, and it's not far from little Boyle."

"Even in that case, we can't take such a risk," said count Eckert flatly, turning his eyes to the dark haired Wizard: "Duke, order!"

In an instant, the forefront of the whole March was quiet, and everyone's eyes were staring at Loren Turin's every move, waiting for his decision.

Without hesitation, Loren slowly raised his left hand:

"The whole army... Guard!"

The words of the dark haired wizard echoed in the sky.

When his voice fell, the heralds waving the swallow tail flag ran back and shouted loudly; Amid the noise, the soldiers began to line up one after another under the command of the officer, without panic.

Under the open and boundless dome, the huge queue began to run rapidly like a sophisticated war machine; Each flag represents a gear, and each soldier represents a key interface.

Countless noises, shouts, footsteps, bugles... An army of thousands or even tens of thousands of people is essentially different from a small army of hundreds of people. It takes a lot of time just to stop them in place.

The efficiency of the whole process, the orderliness of the queue and the speed of command transmission... Are the most intuitive embodiment of an army's military discipline and combat effectiveness.

"Cavalry, array!!!!!"

Thousands of military flags were raised and war drums sounded; The cavalry wielding swallow tailed flag guns are arranged in a tight conical array with the 'flag' as the unit, one by one close to the front, forming a huge diagonal square array;

"Vertical gun -!!!"

For a moment, the colorful swallow tail flag stood like a sea of flowers.

"Prepare for war -!!!"

Count Eckert drew his sword and cleaved it off his head; The cavalry raised the iris shield neatly and put it against their chest.

The heavily armed phalanx that followed was completely blocked, lurking behind thick smoke, horseshoes and battle flags;

In the billowing smoke and dust, Loren's left hand gently snapped his fingers. After being strengthened by "beyond perception", his two pupils looked into the distance and stared at the end of the field of vision.

Further away, at the junction of the sky and the grassland, a dark "thin line" filled his sight; From an immeasurable distance, Loren seemed to hear the cries, roars and roars.

On both sides of Loren, the pale little wizard had taken out his war bow; Lucian held his double swords back without saying a word and fastened the reins with both hands; Scratching his head and complaining, McAfee was no different from usual, and the heavy halberd hung on the side of the saddle.

"How is it?" count Eckert frowned, as if to ask himself, "is it an enemy or a friend?"

Lauren's face was expressionless, and his right hand slowly pressed the handle of the "dawn" sword on the saddle side:

"It's the enemy."