Lusen didn't hide anything from the two counts of Lanmaros and Rigrel, and the battle was over the moment the crimson dragon Grum appeared.

The wrath of the dragon awakened the instinctive fear of the werewolves - no matter how sharp their claws and fangs were, no matter how vicious and bloodthirsty they were, and even fearless of death......

It's just a joke that's not very funny.

Although the desolate ice field seems to have a very flat terrain, it is actually composed of large and small peaks, cliffs and glaciers, and the raised hills form a natural "battlefield boundary", which also "locks" the scattered werewolves in this seemingly open "wilderness".

It doesn't even need to be too deliberate, the crimson dragon Grum only needs to surround the hills on the edge of the battlefield and spit dragon flames non-stop, and he can turn all the werewolves who try to escape into torches.

The raging fire, accompanied by the roar of a thunderous dragon, turned the world of ice and snow into a sea of fire.

It wasn't until the flames engulfed the entire battlefield that the slightly tired crimson dragon spread its wings and flew away from the battlefield "satisfied", disappearing into the snowfall under the gaze of countless eyes.

The Byrne Knights, who watched this "natural disaster" slaughter on the hillside, stood silent, waiting for the ice and snow to disperse the flames.

They waited a full hour, four quarters of an hour, the flames that had swept through the battlefield, before they finally showed signs of subsiding.

"It's an exaggeration... No matter how many times I watch it, every time the dragon appears, this sentence comes to my mind, it's really too exaggerated. ”

Regrel, the Earl of White Horse Peak with a gloomy face, pursed the corners of his mouth, and breathed a little tremblingly as he breathed in the cold wind mixed with ashes: "That's thousands of ice werewolves—even if it's thousands of livestock, you can't kill them all in three days and three nights." ”

"In front of that big brute, it's just a matter of taking a face!"

"Otherwise, why do you think those Sakrand countrymen became the emperors of the empire?" Ranmaros, the Earl of Lakeheart, didn't care much, and stretched out his somewhat sore arms lazily:

"Besides, without these big beasts, how many people would we have to die to defeat the monsters invading from the north again and again? ”

"Yes, but only if they're on our side. Rigrell retorted, "What if one day, the dragon's claws and dragon flames descend on top of our heads, and befall Byrne?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, the empire has a special law that stipulates that in a civil war, no dragons can participate in the war, this is thirteen generations, not to mention how many dragon protectors are left in the De Salion family?"

"The laws of the Empire... That's right, but only if we are obedient and don't disobey the orders of the Heavenly Dome Palace - even the Black Duke. The Earl of White Horse Peak's face became more and more gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were pursed:

"Even if it is the Black Duke, in the end, he must bear all the blame on himself and give the credit to the emperor, just because they are the emperor, because they have a dragon!"

"Not necessarily. Rammales shook his head, his expression very disapproving: "The Black Duke is for the Dragon Empress - as a knight, it is not natural for him to take all the responsibilities and protect his own woman?"

"That's not what I'm going to say!" Earl White Horse Peak interrupted him impatiently, "Think about it, as long as there are dragons, the empire will always have the power to suppress Byrne or even any principality!"

"That's right, the current emperor is not bad, but the De Salion family has not been without faint kings in history! What should we do then, even if we can defeat the imperial army, the dragon will still burn our hometown and territory to ashes!"

"We... Proud Byrne Knight... Aristocrat... I don't even have the strength to resist!"

Lanmalos's expression was finally much more solemn.

Truly... The terrifying sense of powerlessness and fear in the face of the dragon was enough to humiliate the proudest of the Byrne knights - the horses, armor and spears, and even the great sword, had no meaning to this terrible beast of the wilderness, it was no longer a battle of the same level.

The fact that the other side can fly alone determines that the two sides are not at the same level and can "fight fairly".

"But that's all in the past, isn't it?" Lanmaros smiled and looked at the grim-looking Rigrel, "The Duke and the dragon of Torch Peak Mountain have made an agreement, and the wizards of the Red Blood Castle have built the Floating City—I heard that there is also a weapon that can shoot far away like a stone thrower, so you don't need to be afraid of these big beasts, right?"

Rigrel rolled his eyes, utterly desperate for this guy who had only chivalry in his head.

"Alright, alright, it's not too early, it's time for us to play!" Grappling the Earl of White Horse Peak on the shoulder, Rammaros waved his hand at the Byrne Knights behind him:

"If you still want to make war achievements, follow me - you can't let the limelight be stolen by that big brute!"

Before the words fell, the Earl of Lake City, who was riding his horse, had already taken the lead in rushing out of the queue and galloping towards a messy battlefield.

The surrounding knights also let out excited shouts, and followed the galloping figure into the battlefield of a sea of fire.

Shouting and brandishing his narrow saber, the excited Ranmaros rushed directly at the two werewolves who had already discovered him.

"Poof——!

The muscle-trembling right arm showed explosive power, dragging the saber through the air in a bloody arc - straight to the head of the werewolf.

"Heheha——!"

Ranmaros, who was almost already standing on horseback, laughed excitedly, and the gushing blood stained his vision and trickled into his mouth, making the cavalry commander's blood gush even more.

In less than a minute, he had completely rushed into the sea of fire, and the nearest Byrne knight behind him was also four or five horses away from him, like an arrow from the string, breaking through the chaotic ice werewolves layer by layer, wantonly slashing.

In the face of the werewolves of the ice plain, who had completely turned into scattered sand and only knew how to flee for their lives, the nimble cavalry showed an incomparable "efficiency" of the infantry.

Crossbow arrows, spears, sabers, broadswords—when the perfect combination of mobility, impact, and long-range projection, slaughter a crowd of enemies who barely know how to resist......

It's simply not too easy.

"Bang!"

As I don't know how many times it was, the saber that was finally overwhelmed tore through the flesh and skin, and the upper half of the blade was stuck in the neck bone of the werewolf.

"What the hell am I ......" Before Ramalos could scold, a werewolf from the other side was already screaming and lunging at him.

It didn't take a second to think about it, and the blade that was only half cut was thrown straight out by him, hitting the werewolf's face.

"Whoa——!!!!

The wailing werewolf's head jerked upwards like a twitch, but the fiery body had already jumped up.

Bang——!

Although Rammaleos dodged as best he could, his mount's reaction was still half a step short - the impact of the snowflakes sent him and his horse to the right.

"——?! of Lanmalos"

Not far away, the exclamation of the Earl of White Horse Peak was heard.

"I'm not dead!"

While crawling out from under the dead war horse, the embarrassed Earl of Lake City scolded and scolded: "It's a big loss, it's a big loss... This good fellow has cost me a lot of money, if the Duke doesn't pay me......"

Bang——!

A dark shadow flashed, and Ranmaros, who had not yet gotten up, was knocked into the air, rolling in the snow until it stopped in front of a burning "bonfire".

Well, if those charred, piled bones can also be called "firewood......

"Vomit ......"

Lan Malos, who was overwhelmed by all his organs, struggled to get up, and a mouthful of black blood mixed with messy vomit spurted out directly.

At that moment, the armor of his right arm was almost completely shattered, and the breastplate was completely deformed, as if a large piece of his chest had sunk into it.

"Lord Ramalos!"

Several knights saw the situation and rushed over brandishing sabers and flag guns.

"Get out, do your own business!" Ranmaros, gritting his teeth, scolded, picking up a spear from the ground and aiming it at the werewolf who was coming at him.

"It's mine!"

After saying that, the pain was so painful that the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't forget to grin at the ice werewolf opposite.

"Whoa——!

The roaring beast had no good intentions at all, and its four claws pounced on Rammales, blocking all the possibilities he could dodge.

But... Who said to hide?

"Hoo ——!"

The spear that stabbed hard was dodged by the werewolf, but the sprinting werewolf also pounced.

In front of it was the roaring bonfire that had just burned behind Rammales!

"Poof——!

The moment the werewolf stopped, Lanmaros, who turned and moved, stabbed the spear in his hand again—this time, right in the chest!

The terrified werewolf desperately tried to pounce on Lanmaros and bite, but was blocked by the gun in his chest two meters away.

With trembling arms, Ranmaros clutched the barrel of his gun and pushed the werewolf into the fire little by little.

"Ahh——!!!!h

Ranmaros tensed and roared in heart-rending rage, and the werewolves on the other side were desperately pushing him back, bleeding profusely but ignoring it.

Bang——!

In an instant, the barrel of the gun broke!

Seizing the opportunity, Ramalos did not hesitate, and flew directly into the swaying ice werewolf, knocking it into the campfire.

This "duel of powers" ended with one of the sides turning into charcoal.

The Byrne knights, who were still nervous just now, also began to cheer loudly - this way of one-on-one duel fighting is the most respected by the Byrnees.

Looking at Ranmaros, who was lying in the snow and gasping for breath, Count Regrell of White Horse Peak finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face.

But in the blink of an eye, his expression became solemn again.

When talking to this guy about the dragon just now, Lanmaros's seemingly unintentional words made him a little more alert.

The Duke and the dragons of Torch Peak Mountain have made a pact, and the wizards of the Red Blood Castle have created the Floating City, as well as a new, rumored powerful alchemy weapon.

Yes, this sounds very good, and it is foreseeable that Byrne will no longer have to fear the threat from the Heavenly Dome Palace at all, and after this fateful war that will determine the fate of the world, Byrne is destined to become richer, stronger, and more glorious under the leadership of the new duke......

But what about them... What about the future of the Byrne Knights and the traditional Thirteen-Rank Nobles?

In the face of powerful monsters, behemoths and evil gods, the knights who were invincible in the past are powerless compared to the alchemy weapons and dragons... It is even reduced to cleaning the battlefield and pursuing the existence of fleeing enemies.

The Byrne knights of the past are capable of deciding victory or defeat on the battlefield!

He saw everything that the Duke of Loren Turin did, and he also believed that the Duke had his own plan for Byrne's future in his heart, and he must have hoped to bring Byrne to a bright future.

It is now foreseeable that such a future may belong to wizards, to merchants, to those who support the development of all things "magic" and "trade".

More goods, better weapons and armor, more comfortable life - even in his domain, Hakuba Peak, there were many nobles who made their fortunes on land and business.

But what does all this have to do with the aristocracy, and these bright futures do not say that "you have to be an aristocracy to be able to do that".

What is the place of the traditional thirteen-led nobles in the future planned by the duke?

Will it still retain its former status, or will it gradually be ostracized and become an inconsequential, moth-eaten moth like the nobility of the empire?

Whenever he thought about this, Rigrel felt his body tremble involuntarily.

He wasn't worried that Loren wanted to be an enemy of the Thirteen Lords, but he was afraid that in the eyes of the Duke, these "nobles" were already an inconsequential and dispensable group of people.

Wait a minute!

Rigrel frowned - as far as he knew, although the dragon and the duke had reached some kind of agreement, it was not entirely influenced by the duke's tendency or subordination, but more like allies who "went their own way".

How did the Duke get such a guy to come over voluntarily to settle such an "inconsequential" battle for Byrne?

Could it be ......

"That's right, guys... There is not the slightest discrepancy between the facts and the speculation you just had in mind. ”

Facing different expressions, even faintly frightened, excited and a little unprepared and unexpected, Loren said in the most stable tone to the generals, wizards, friends, division commanders and comrades-in-arms in front of him, word by word:

"According to the news that the Crimson Dragon Grum has brought back from the Northern Ice Field, I'm afraid I'm going to tell you ......"

"The monster invasion has begun. ”