*

Count Gavin greeted Count Leo, who had a very ugly face, and after doing all the false aristocratic etiquette, he cautiously asked the bloody magic mountain: "Sir Gregor, can you release Count Damon Malbran?"

Count Leo looked at Count Gavin with a calm look in his eyes, and he felt contempt for Count Gavin in his heart.

This is the territory of Crag Rock City, and Count Gavin can't have the momentum of a master!

"No!" said the Magic Mountain.

This time it was Damon Malblane who made it, and if it hadn't been for Damon's appearance, the other nobles would have obediently returned the land.

This night attack has a big disadvantage, that is, it offended the nobles of the north, and in the future, on the battlefield, you can't let these guys be by your side or behind you. If you need to cooperate tactically, you have to be careful about these guys, and don't count on the help of the northern nobles at critical moments.

But there is also a big advantage, that is, these nobles will not enter the territory of Westerling again if they are killed without important matters, which is exactly what the Magic Mountain wants. To the south of Westerling's territory are two famously abandoned gold mines, where the story of the 'rainy season in Casterme' of the Seven Kingdoms is sung: Castelme City and Tabel Hall.

If the rich gold mines in it are not dug up and minted into gold coins, they will not only be sorry for the strange ghosts of the north and the seven gods of the south, but also for the sky and the earth.

*

In the distance, Chiswick saw a huge city.

Crag Rock is a big city.

The splendor of the past can be seen in the size of the city.

This made Chiswick no longer doubt the nobility of the Gavin Westerling family. Seeing that Count Gavin had less than a hundred men and horses coming to greet Lord Magic Mountain, Chiswick felt a little contempt in his heart.

When he himself became the commander of the Sword Regiment in Lannisport, he had more than 3,000 men under his command. Among them are a lot of knights, and some guys who are very skilled in swordsmanship. But he was a commoner himself, and still had no title.

As an earl, without the strength of a thousand-strong garrison, Chiswick felt that he was not worthy of the brave and fierce Lord Magic Mountain.

As the procession approached, Chiswick saw the huge gates, which were no less large than those of Lannisport, with the name of Crag Rock on them, but the paint was peeling, and the style of the words was gone, only faint white traces.

Chiswick didn't know how to read, but he knew that that was the name of the city.

The city wall is the same as the brand city, very high, the wall is very thick, but most places have collapsed badly, the long city wall, many places because no one has been going up for many years, overgrown with wild grass. Some small beasts and birds build nests on it, and all kinds of birds and finches chirp, and they are not afraid of people.

Chiswick sighed inwardly, if he had such a family business, he would not let it go so wasted.

He really couldn't understand how the Westerling family, which had a lot of business, could decay so badly.

Entering the city gate, there is a wide city gate avenue, the avenue is very clean and tidy, but on both sides of the avenue, there is a wild grass.

Looking up, the tall watchtower had collapsed in the upper half, and the broken bricks and tiles had fallen to the ground.

Moving on, the low kennels, the simple blacksmith shop ventilated on all sides, the small garden with a few big trees, passing through the large school field, the school field is several times the size of the school field in Cregan Village, which can accommodate thousands of people to practice at the same time, however, most of the school field is overgrown with wild grass, and some little rabbits and beasts are frightened, swishing into the dense grass.

In the middle of the huge school yard, there are traces of people often honing there, and the rest of the place looks like no one has walked in a long time.

The procession walked down the avenue to the main fort, where Chiswick saw that the fort was badly dilapidated in many places, and that it was long overdue to ask for workers to repair it. The towers are terribly crooked, and one fears that the next heartbeat will collapse.

It's no wonder that the nobles of the North can bully the Gavin Westerling family, a super family that has been glorious in the past, and it is indeed very badly decayed.

As soon as people are weak, there will inevitably be people who will bully them. For this, Chiswick is mirror-like!

When you are strong, people are more willing to deal with you with smiles, kindness and integrity, and when you are weak, people's smiles turn into contempt and kindness turns into fists.

At the gates of the main castle, Lady Hibell greeted the procession with a large group of servants.

Mrs. Hibell looked a little old, but she was very dignified, elegant and luxurious, and had a good temperament, and it was evident that she must have been a very beautiful girl twenty years ago, and Kiswick felt that Mrs. Hibell looked like a true nobleman from every angle.

But because the lady was the daughter of a spice merchant, the arrogant Duke Tywin did not bother to invite her when the arrogant Duke Tywin took her daughter as an adopted daughter to marry Gregor.

This must also have something to do with the great decay of the Westerling family.

The world is very cruel and realistic, if you can't do it, you just won't be respected by people. The respect of Chiswick himself is cut out of the knife!

Chiswick turned back to Lord Magic Mountain, and he saw Lord Demon Mountain walking at the back of the line, talking to a guy with a very strong nose broken in the middle.

The guy was the one who caught Chiswick's attention the most in the procession, his heavy axe was a long handle, which required a lot of arm strength, and the front end of the back of the heavy axe had a protruding thickened spike in the sky, maybe others didn't know what it was for, it looked imposing and beautiful, like decoration, but Chiswick knew that it was actually used to break armor.

No matter what kind of armor, if the heavy axe is smashed with a backhand, the heavenly thorn will pierce the armor. If you hit the top of your head, the spikes will pierce the helmet and the skull.

Chiswick knew at first glance that the guy with the broken nose was not easy to mess with, and of course he himself was even more difficult to mess with. It's just that he is a little strange that Count Gavin has such a fierce man by his side, why can't even the adjacent Count Banclo, who is not very strong, fall down.

Chiswick looked at it, so many nobles, counts, viscounts, barons, knights, many people have big careers, and they have a lot of troops in their hands, but these people combined, they are all no better than a magic mountain.

*

in the hall.

Count Leo, Count Gavin, Madame Hibevel, Madame Jeanne, and Sir Gregor were present.

Surrounded by the knights, chieftains, and warriors of Sir Gregor and the guards of House Westerling, Knight Rover Spicer is the head of House Westerling's guards and the head of Westerling's garrison of one hundred and fifty men.

The nobles, led by Damon Malbran, stood in the middle of the hall, eyed by the Cregan warriors.

"Polliver!" said the Magic Mountain.

Polivior, who twitched with excitement on the right side of his face, walked out. Tall and bald, he is actually very young, a 'young talent' in his twenties.

"Look at Adam's hand, which one you like, cut it down and make it into a work of art!" said Magic Mountain lightly.

Polivier was amazed and delighted, and he swished out his sharp knife, and the hand holding it maintained a nervous rhythm between spasmodic and non-spasmodic, a rhythm that no one could learn or imitate, but it was chilling.

Polivier's eyes lit up like a gambler seeing the excitement of a bet, and he walked towards Adam Malbran with a nervous rhythm, his eyes looking at Adam like a wolf staring at a white rabbit.

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