Count Angett's reply and tone made Tris Eckert shake his head helplessly, but the eyes of Count Boseval, who was looking forward to the peak, kept rolling back and forth, curiously guessing whether there was some old feud between the two old men.

“...... All in all, while the Varna family probably won't give you a good look, you don't need to worry too much about their emotions - the Boi are affectionate, and our alliance with them is thicker than water, and it won't be easily broken by the accumulation of one or two people. ”

"That is, we have come to save that old thing, why should we give them face?" exclaimed Count Angit, "helping" him:

"When there is a mess, he covers his hands and refuses to speak, and when something happens, he is embarrassed to ask the empire for help; he can't hold it anymore and secretly writes a letter asking for help, who will give him face......"

Before the old man could finish speaking, Count Eckert, who had turned back suddenly, glared at him, and the warned, Count Angett, was not convinced, and turned his head away with a snort.

Count Eckert's face was slightly gloomy, and he said solemnly: "More importantly, you are the Lord of Byne, the Duke of Turin, and no one is worthy of your bow except the Supreme Emperor!"

Seeing his serious expression, Loren nodded.

The black-haired wizard knew very well that Count Eckert was only trying to give himself a little confidence and not want to gossip behind the backs of others, but Loren himself was a little unimpressed.

Elven Elders of Morningstar Forest, Freswalker and Corona Masters of Eberden, Ministers of the Imperial Council...... These old stubborns, Loren can be described as "well-informed", and did not take Count Eckert's words to heart.

"That's... Archduke Laszló Varna and Count Angette are contemporaries, and they have lived through the generation of Roland, the 'Black Duke', right?"

The little wizard suddenly asked in a curious whisper, "Remember that Roland Turin's battle for fame is the Centaur War... Then why does the Duke still have no affection for the Byrne?"

As Ain's words fell, Count Eckert and Angot fell silent at the same time, awkwardly turning their gazes to each other.

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

"Alas... Did I ask any questions that shouldn't have been asked?"

"No, that's a good question!" just ......" Count Eckert smiled reluctantly at the little wizard, his gaze still involuntarily turning to the side.

"Look at what I'm doing, you don't know!" Count Angot pursed his lips and showed the back of his head to the other party, his eyebrows kept stirring: "Anyway... That's it. ”

Eckert sighed helplessly, and slowly looked back at Loren and the little wizard with a curious expression:

"It should be said that... It was because of that centaur war that the Grand Duke of Varna complained about Byrne... In other words, there are quite a lot of complaints about the Turin family. ”

"Why?" said in unison.

"Because to a certain extent, the Centaur War ......," Count Eckert paused, and seemed reluctant to say so, "it was provoked by Roland." ”

The little wizard's eyes widened in shock.

"This is mainly because the Duke of Roland sensed that the centaurs were showing signs of unity, so he led the knights of the Red Blood Castle to cross the Great Green Sea and attack their hinterland, and the centaurs thought that the Empire was going to attack and destroy them, and then ......"

The more he described, the darker and darker Count Eckert was, and he couldn't go on halfway through his words.

"And then they really united and launched a counteroffensive against Boi?"

"It's not entirely true, but ......," Count Eckert pursed his lips with difficulty, "so to speak. ”

Loren couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Regardless, Duke Roland did win the Centaur War—and for three generations to this day, they have not had the strength to fight back. ”

"While the knights of Byrne won a decisive victory in this war, the Boi... In particular, the Varna family contributed a lot, and even willingly obeyed Roland's dispatch, and suffered heavy casualties in several major battles!"

"Later in the war, Roland refused to receive reinforcements from the Empire, but the Varna family remained steadfast in his support, and Byrne was a long way away and had difficulty transporting supplies, so they plundered the wealth of the entire little Boe, and did not let a single soldier of the Empire set foot in Boi's territory. ”

"The Varna family originally hoped to be able to use this method to get Roland to support their family's re-election to the title of Grand Duke of Boy, and completely forge the absolute hegemony of the Varna family in Boy. ”

However, in order to stabilize the situation in Boi, the Black Duke finally elected the head of the House of Jonah, who was expected to belong at that time, instead of the father of Archduke Laszló Varna, according to the tradition of the Boi. ”

Count Eckert sighed slowly: "So... You can imagine the attitude of Laszló Varna, who succeeded him to the throne, towards our Black Duke?"

The silent Loren nodded, silent.

"Of course, you don't have to worry too much. Eckert was relieved: "This time they took the initiative to ask for help, no matter how unhappy the Grand Duke of Varna is, it is impossible to ...... you."

"Silent ——!"

At this moment, Count Bosival, who had been "watching the play" next to him, suddenly let out a low roar, and Eckert, who frowned slightly, turned his gaze to him: "What's wrong?"

"A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour has passed. Bosival's eyes were solemn: "The rangers sent to the front to explore the way have not returned yet!"

"Could it be that they have met the person who answered them?" Count Angot, who was on the side, asked tentatively, "We have been walking for almost a day, and this place is not far from Little Boy." ”

"Even then, we can't take that risk. Count Ackert said categorically, and suddenly turned his gaze to the black-haired wizard: "Duke, give the order!"

In an instant, the entire march fell silent at the front of the ranks, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Loren Turin's every move, waiting for his decision.

Without hesitation, Loren slowly raised his left hand:

"The whole army... Alert!"

The black-haired wizard's voice echoed in the air.

As soon as he finished speaking, the heralds waving the swallowtail flag shouted loudly as they galloped backwards, and in the noise the soldiers began to line up one after another under the orders of their commanders, without the slightest panic.

Beneath the vast expanse of the dome, the vast queue began to move rapidly like a sophisticated war machine, each flag representing a cog, each soldier representing a critical interface.

Countless noises, shouts, footsteps, bugles...... An army of thousands or even tens of thousands of people is fundamentally different from a small army of a few hundred people, and it takes a lot of time just to get them to stop in place.

And the efficiency of the whole process, the neatness of the queue, the speed of command transmission... It is the most intuitive embodiment of an army's military discipline and combat effectiveness.

"Cavalry ——, Array——!!!!"

Thousands of military flags were hoisted and war drums were beaten, and the cavalrymen wielding swallowtail spears formed a tight conical formation in the unit of 'flags', approaching one after the other to form a huge diagonal phalanx;

"Spear ——!!!!"

Suddenly, the colorful swallowtail flags stood up, like a sea of flowers.

"Preparing for ——!!!!"

Count Eckert drew his sword and slashed it above his head, and the cavalrymen raised their irises shields against their chests in unison.

The heavily armed phalanx that followed was completely blocked, lurking behind smoke, horses' hooves, and battle flags;

In the billowing smoke and dust, Loren's left hand snapped his fingers slightly, and his pupils, strengthened by "Beyond Perception", stared into the distance, staring at the end of his vision.

Farther away, on the line between the sky and the grassland, a dark "thin line" filled his vision, and from an immeasurable distance, Loren seemed to hear the roars, roars, roars.

On either side of Loren, the pale-faced little wizard had drawn his warbow, Lusen held his sword behind him without saying a word, clasping the reins with both hands, and McAfee, scratching his head and grumbling, was no different from usual, his heavy halberd dangling from the side of the saddle.

"How?" said Count Eckert, frowning, as if to ask himself, "is it an enemy or a friend?"

Loren's face was expressionless, and his right hand slowly pressed the hilt of the "Dawn" greatsword on the side of the saddle:

"It's the enemy. ”