An army was slowly advancing along the winding country road, carrying a banner with a strange cross and a bar above it, only to add a black dragon wrapped around the cross and breathing fire.

"I remember I didn't have this big lizard on my banner." Bruce sat on his horse and said to Marcus with some dissatisfaction and frustration.

"That's not a lizard, it's my baron of the Black Dragon." Marcus was speechless about Bruce's eccentric and shoddy aesthetic, and he was able to slap the ugly banner in the midst of the duke's vassals.

"Oh, dragons, by the way, it's your dragons." Bruce tucked his fingers under his helmet, scratched his hair, and said without any instinct.

"Yes, Lord Baron, I think that the black dragon has been a symbol of power and force since ancient times, and a beautiful banner can inspire the soldiers' confidence in struggle, don't you think that our flag, uh, is more magnificent than before?" Marcus followed Bruce's mount, explaining to Bruce as he walked.

"Okay, okay, if you're happy." Bruce spreads his hands, these artists just like to complicate simple things.

"Lord Baron, the nobles and cavalry have been assembled, what are you going to do?" At this point, Edward immediately stepped forward to report to Bruce.

"Edward, you continue to lead the army forward, and I will act with the cavalry." Bruce was refreshed by Edward's report, and he kicked his mount with the spur of his heel, and rode forward in the direction where the cavalry had gathered.

"What, you're going to give me the army?" Edward was shocked when he heard this, this army was all the strength of Grinton, and it was too hasty for Bruce to hand him over to command.

"Yes." Bruce didn't say anything.

"Please wait a minute, Lord Baron, at least you should bring your retainers." Edward reminded with some concern that most of the cavalry were nobles, they were Jeffrey's former vassals, and if someone had bad intentions, Bruce would probably be killed halfway.

"Isn't there Ken and Phoebe? They are also my retainers. Bruce turned his horse's head and said to Edward.

"But, but they are." Edward didn't know what to say when he heard it, Ken and Phoebe were both former courtiers of Lord Jeffrey, and they could be more dangerous than the nobles, especially Ken, the knight who never surrendered.

"Don't worry." Bruce waved his hand, he didn't think that he had the aura of the protagonist, but after a long period of observation of Ken and Phoebe, he had a relatively accurate judgment in his heart.

Phoebe can be said to be the representative of the aristocracy, he was at a disadvantage to Lord Jeffrey, he immediately judged that his old master was about to perish, and quickly took refuge in the new forces, which is not shameful for the nobles, their existence is to protect the survival of the family, any means are for the so-called family glory.

But Sir Ken is the other extreme, he is stubborn and ignorant of current affairs, fighting for the illusory so-called knightly glory, even if the old master Jeffrey died, he still remains loyal in his heart, doing what he thinks is right, it can be said that compared to Phoebe's refuge, in fact, Bruce admires the principled Knight Ken more in his heart, which is why he dares to give his safety to two people.

As Phoebe, there is no reason to betray himself at this time, his family's survival and development are inseparable from Glinton, and the knight Ken will never make a despicable act of sneak attack and betrayal.

"Gray Law ~~~~." When Bruce reached the meadow, a neighing of horses rang out, and the nobles sat on their horses in armor and waited for Bruce's orders, while the yeoman hussars stood beside their mounts, holding the reins by their hands.

"Lord Baron."

"Lord Baron, why are you waiting here?"

When the nobles saw Bruce coming on horseback, they hurriedly asked Bruce why, although they had been pestering Ken and Phoebe to ask questions, but they didn't know anything about it, so they could only wait patiently on the grass next to the army.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is still a long way from Ignath's manor, and if we follow the infantry, we will probably only be able to watch a pile of corpses, so I will gather the cavalry and we will set off first." Bruce rode up to the nobles and hussars and explained his behavior to them.

"Leave the infantry behind, Lord Baron, it's too risky, without the protection of the squires and the infantry, we could be surrounded by the enemy." But some nobles did not agree, they were used to being with the infantry, they were used to having squires to help them put on their armor, and they really did not know what to do without their squires and servants.

"I think it's good, without the drag of the infantry, we can get to the battlefield very quickly." However, another young nobleman agreed with Bruce's decision, and the infantry moved slowly, the cavalry moved quickly, and often the cavalry had to wait for the infantry, much to the displeasure of the young nobleman who was eager to fight.

"You are too young, this is not the case on the battlefield, we have not yet figured out the number and location of the enemy, and rashly getting rid of the protection of the infantry is likely to be a bear falling into the swamp." The aristocracy, experienced in warfare, was dismissive, believing that it was nothing more than the recklessness of young people.

"That's enough, this is the decision of Lord Baron, you as vassals only need to obey orders." At this time, Phoebe stood up, he scolded the arguing of the nobles, and Bruce glanced at Phoebe with a little meaning in his eyes.

"My lords, we don't have time to argue, so it's decided, let's ride to Ignas Manor, of course I won't attack rashly, but I won't back down, if the fighter is suitable, you will fight side by side with me." Bruce lifted his ass on horseback, and he spoke loudly to the nobles.

"Well, that's all there is to it." The nobles looked at each other, and they also knew that they could not refute Bruce's order at this time, after all, they came to fight according to the orders of the feudal monarch, and how to fight was the decision of the feudal monarch, not to mention that when Bruce was fighting against Lord Jeffrey, he killed decisively and conquered the castle of the century-old family in one fell swoop, which was enough to make the nobles awe.

"Then everyone get on the horse, let's go." Bruce pressed his helmet, he turned off his horse's head, and rode forward in the direction of Ignas Manor, the hussars hurriedly turned over their horses and followed him, the nobles kicked their mounts with the spurs of their heels, and also stepped forward, and suddenly the sound of armor rubbing and horses' hooves roared.

"Phoebe, what the hell is Bruce up to?" Only Ken, who was deliberately left behind, asked Phoebe.

"I don't know, but we just have to do our part." Phoebe frowned, he couldn't figure out what Bruce was thinking, and could only pray in his heart that the big basket would not come out.

Just as Bruce led the cavalry to take the lead, Woolf looked up at the cloudy sky, his brows almost furrowed, and the White Knight looked dazed, not understanding why Woolf was so distressed.

"The snow came too early this year." Woolf's face turned pale, but it startled the white knight, he knew that this northern warrior had never been afraid of the enemy's attack, but now he was so afraid.

"Well, that's true." The white knight raised his face, and just as a snowflake floated on his face, the cold snowflakes instantly turned into water droplets.

"Oops." Woolf's face changed drastically, and he strode in the direction of the lord's house of the Earl of Gülen, and the white knight hurriedly followed.

Count Gülen stood in the hall of the lord, next to him was Scarface and another of his men, they were embarrassed to report to the Count what had happened, Count Gülen's face gradually turned iron, he let out a low roar impatiently, only the flames in the brazier danced in the dim hall, even the weather in the north was very dull during the day.

"Ping-pong." The door to the Great Hall of Lords was pushed open, and Woolf and the White Knight strode in, Count Gülen turned in surprise while his men nervously took a few steps back.

"Ah, my friend Woolf." But Count Gülen reacted extremely quickly, and a smile immediately appeared on his face, with an expression that had nothing to do with him.

"Count, I don't know if you've gone out to check on the weather, or if you've been so busy making trouble for my men that you've noticed that winter has come unusually early this year." Woolf ignored Earl Gülen's hypocritical smile and said loudly.

"Winter, winter always comes early." Count Gülen shrugged his shoulders, he walked over to his lord's throne and sat down, and a maid hurriedly poured him wine.

"You mean it's been like this for years in a row?" Woolf's brow furrowed, and he asked suspiciously.

"That's right, it's been three years in a row, but winter left early." Barnett walked in and said to Woolf.

"Well, is there no problem with the food and supplies in the warehouse?" Woolf hurriedly turned to Barnett and asked.

"That's not something you have to worry about, you outsider." Earl Gülen's men, Scarface stared at Woolf and said to him.

"Huh." Count Gülen took a sip of his wine, and he let out a light laugh.

"Outsiders? Boy, I grew up here, this is my home, and I came so early in the winter for three years in a row, but you still think everything is normal, Glenn, have you forgotten what your father said? Enraged by Scarface, Woolf roared, the sound humming through the hall.