By the time he was woken up by the servant from his luxurious and soft bed, Viscount Stearns had already accumulated a stomach full of anger.

If it weren't for the servant who brought the big news that was more important than her life, he wouldn't have cared if he hunted his knife and drank more people's blood.

"These damn pariahs!"

Cursed from the bottom of his heart to the homeless people on the mountain, Viscount Stern stood up and began to ask the maids to help him dress and drape.

The flames from the top of the hill illuminated the entire area as if it were daylight, and the campfire in the camp seemed to be no longer necessary.

"Did you send someone to stop them first, I remember I didn't just let out one 'hyena'. ”

In between dressing, Viscount Stern suddenly asked the butler standing aside.

The so-called hyenas were the outlaws who were good at hunting and stalking, and he usually spent a lot of money to protect them from the magistrates in order to cope with the situation like today.

If such a big fire still allowed those damned outcasts to escape, Viscount Stearns would have started to get hungry because he thought that the real hounds he had had been so good had been.

"There are already some people who have followed the light of the fire. The butler bowed in response, "It's Scar's squad." ”

"Scar?"

The well-dressed Viscount Stern touched his double-layered chin and said to himself, if it was a scar, it probably wouldn't disappoint him.

This person has really been a bandit, and it should not be difficult to keep those homeless people behind.

"Your Excellency!"

Just thinking that Scar would not let him down, he didn't expect that in the next moment, one of Scar's subordinates would respectfully salute Viscount Stern from outside the tent, which made him suddenly have some bad premonitions in his heart.

"What happened?"

"On the hill, a man who claimed to be the Duke of the North stopped us and prevented us from arresting the outcasts. ”

"Duke of the North, what is he?"

Hearing that his subordinates had been stopped, Viscount Stearns began to have a seizure, smashing the crystal cup on the table to the ground, and the anger in his heart had already risen irrepressibly.

"Lord, it should be the Duke of the North who invented cement last time. ”

The butler duly reminded his lord of something related to Duke, but at this time, it was like adding fuel to the fire, which made Viscount Stern's anger even stronger.

Originally, Duke's cement business stole the church's order, which made him feel insignificant, after all, he had already intended to give up the business, thinking that it didn't matter if Duke took it.

But now that the two things collide together, what wasn't a thing before can now blow up his anger directly.

"That's better, let's settle the two things together, and we'll finish it for him tonight!"

Viscount Stern roared, and asked his men to prepare their horses and prepare the whole camp to press, and said to Scar's men, "Go back now and tell Scar to leave the people behind, and if they leave, I will screw off all your heads and feed them to the dogs!"

As if to match Viscount Stern's words, his guards led the three half-human-tall Monster Half-Blood Hounds and barked at him.

"Understood...... Got it, got it!"

Seeing that the sharp fangs were only half a foot away from him, Scar's subordinates swallowed and hurriedly agreed, and then rolled over and got on the horse to tell his boss the news he had just gotten.

Viscount Stern looked at the other party's embarrassment with satisfaction, and waved his horsewhip proudly and said loudly: "Let's go, let's go and meet the Duke of the North!"

............

Duke frowned and looked at the swaggering middle-aged man on the other side circling around him, a little unsure of what the other party was looking at.

In fact, Viscount Stern just didn't expect Duke to be so young, and some regretted that such a young nobleman would face a miserable end.

It's just that it's absolutely impossible for him to be soft-hearted, and now there are about seventy cavalry gathered around him, including some extraordinary knights with a fighting spirit, and some shrunken heavy cavalry wearing half-body heavy armor.

It's not easy to get these people up the mountain, but the cost of transportation and maintenance is not a small amount, but it's worth it as long as it gets you comfortable.

"I appreciate your courage. After some comment, Viscount Stern returned to his formation, pointed directly at Duke with his horsewhip and said, "Now my knights, I will rush him to the lord!"

With Viscount Stern's order, he couldn't hold back and wanted to teach Duke a lesson, and his men urged their horses to rush towards the neat and weak infantry formations on the opposite side.

Originally, Duke's side no longer had an advantage in numbers, and it was naturally restrained by the cavalry, and it was simply two thin lines, if you didn't consider the magic rifle they held, the loser would definitely be Duke's side.

Dozens of horses neighed in unison, their hooves on the ground with a muffled thunder, as if the next moment would engulf all the lives in front of them into the abyss of death.

It's just that such a small movement woke up a certain Holy Highness who had been dozing off and fishing in the back.

"Mayay!"

When Agnes opened her sleepy eyes, she saw dozens of torches standing in front of her, the same size on the other side, and a messy group of strong men screaming with strange meanings and swords and guns ready to charge at her side.

"Rebellion!"

A hazy light and shadow suddenly appeared in her hand, and it was a blow to the most conspicuous and ugly fat man in the opposite camp.

With a bang, the ground near Viscount Stern was suddenly torn apart, and the guards protecting him also staggered in an instant, but fortunately, someone quickly pounced on his own lord from the center of the explosion, otherwise it would be estimated that he would not be able to see Viscount Stern who could still be mad.

"Who is it!" Wiping the blood beads on his forehead that were scraped, Viscount Stern pushed away the half-dead guard lying on top of him and roared: "Okay, you Duke, you dare to be ruthless first, this time you really can't run away!"

Duke, who was sitting innocently on his horse at this time, wanted to deny it, clarifying that he didn't do it himself, and that everything was the work of some unlucky saint who got up very angry.

Saying that these things were useless, he and Lenia retreated to the back of the line and quietly watched as Viscount Stern regrouped his horse team and prepared to charge again.

To be honest, such a small cavalry charge was carried out on such a rugged terrain as a mountainous terrain, and with the dozens of magic rifles in his hand, Duke felt that he could handle it completely, but in the end, he didn't know how to end it after causing too many casualties.

Fortunately, Agnes is worthy of the name of the-stirring stick, and when the two sides are about to fight again, she jumps out again!