Woolf's eyes reveal a ruthlessness, and the warriors of the North have lived in the ice and snow since childhood, and the hard life has forged their indomitable character. Just when Carlos found out that the serfs were fleeing, Woolf felt that this was a good opportunity to fight back.

"We must stop it, or we will have no soldiers to use before the Duke calls." Carlos still advised the White Knight to retreat and take the elite to other realms.

"Woolf, what do you suggest?" The White Knight did not heed Carlos's advice, and instead looked at the northern warrior.

"Your Highness." Carlos was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the White Knight would not follow his advice, but instead asked a mercenary for advice.

"Your Highness, not only should we not stop the others from fleeing, but we should make everything even more embarrassing." A smile appeared on Woolf's lips as he said to the White Knight.

Duke Bemessi feasted his vassals in his tent to thank them for their help on the battlefield, and although the duke tried his best to make the banquet look cheerful, the decline on the battlefield still frustrated the vassals.

"My Excellency, although we have temporarily lost on the battlefield today because of the cunning of the rebels, justice and fairness are on our side." Duke Bemessi stood up, raising his glass to cheer up.

"That's right, I think the rebels' losses today are no less than ours, and when the rain stops tomorrow, we will definitely be able to defeat them." Sir Hilton also hurriedly chimed in.

"Oooo Whether the vassals believed the duke's words or not, they raised their glasses and shouted as much as they could, but the sound seemed weak.

"Lord Duke, why don't you see Lord Bruce?" Baron Leopold looked into the tent, and when he saw that there was no sign of Bruce in the party, he asked.

"Oh, Lord Bruce?" Duke Bemessi was slightly stunned, he glanced at Baron Leopold, he didn't expect Baron Leopold to value Bruce so much.

"Lord Duke, the herald must have missed it, you damn fools." Sir Hilton said hurriedly.

"Well, that's right, I said I wanted to invite Baron Bruce." The Duke of Bemessi ran his olive oil hair and said as he feigned anger.

Soon one of the Duke's heralds came to the outside of Bruce's camp, led by the vigilant Greenton militia, the messengers came to Bruce's tent, and the rain finally lightened, but the ground of the camp became muddy, and the heralds stepped on it and made a cooing sound.

"Lord Baron." The Greenton militia came outside the tent and reported to the people inside.

"What's the matter?" Stukov asked, unveiling the curtain and looking at the two in front of him with his own one-eyed eye.

"I, I'm the herald of the Duke, and the Duke invites the Baron to the banquet." The herald looked at Stukov's one-eyed fierce look and stammered a little.

"Oh." Stukov was slightly stunned, and he quickly lowered the curtain and conveyed to Bruce.

"The Duke invited me to a banquet at this time." As soon as Bruce returned to the camp, he was busy with various things, according to the general rules of war, after a battle, the feudal lord would invite the vassals who participated in the war to a banquet to comfort him, in fact, it was also to boost morale and ensure the loyalty of the vassals.

Although he felt that it was already a very bad rule for the duke not to invite him, you must know that in some famous battles, there are often vassals who don't want to fight as an excuse to withdraw and return to their territory, but Bruce thought to himself that he wanted to be a "loyal minister", so he didn't have to take this kind of trivial matter to heart, and he knew that he had reaped a lot of benefits from the battlefield.

Anne hurriedly took out a set of clean clothes from the courtesy box, helped Bruce change them, and dressed up a little before stepping out of the tent and following the herald to the duke's camp.

"Lord Great Greenton, Patriarch of the Locke Family, Bruce. Baron Locke arrived. As Bruce followed the herald to the outside of the duke's tent, one of the attendants shouted loudly, announcing a list of Bruce's titles.

Bruce looked at the purple curtain, eight wooden nails nailed the ropes of the tent around, and a small red flag fluttering on the top of the large tent, and laughter faintly sounded from the tent, and it seemed that the vassals were gathered inside.

"Lord Baron, please come in." The chamberlains unveiled the curtain and bent down to make an inviting gesture to Bruce, and the court attendants in yarmulme hats, well-educated and noble-blooded attendants, gracefully carrying flasks and plates, added food and wine to the vassals.

"Lord Baron Bruce, welcome, hard work today." When Duke Bermessi saw Bruce enter, he sat down in a wooden chair and raised his glass in salute.

"Willing to serve the honorable Duke." Bruce stood in front of the duke, in the center of the tent, he straightened his upper body, his left hand bent in front of him, his right hand behind his back, bowed slightly to the duke and said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to tell you about the exploits of Lord Baron Bruce." While Bruce waited patiently for the Duke to take his seat, Baron Leopold snatched the flask from the hands of the court attendants with his glass, walked to the center of the tent, and spoke to the crowd in a warm voice.

"Leigh, Lord Baron Leopold?" Not to mention the other vassals, even Bruce himself was surprised, he didn't expect Baron Leopold to behave like this.

"It's this lord, this young baron, who led the militia in his territory, armed with spears and a phalanx as solid as a copper wall, to resist the attacks of the rebels, Baron Eric, I remember that your soldiers were the first to be defeated, right?" Baron Leopold stood side by side with Bruce as he spoke to a brown-haired nobleman.

"Uh, that's right." Baron Eric was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't deny it in public, so he nodded.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, my soldiers were buried behind the rebels' shield walls, but the most terrible thing was when the rebel chariots appeared, and I thought I was going to be finished." Baron Leopold was indeed a nobleman who was very good at oratory, and his words echoed in the tent, as if in an instant they had pulled everyone back to the fierce battlefield.

"That's right, that's right." Baron Leopold's words resonated with the nobles, who nodded their heads, some of them slamming the wooden table against the bottom of their wine glasses.

"At that time, I am afraid that all the adults thought that the Lord God had abandoned us." Baron Leopold said loudly.

"Yes." The nobles agreed that they were indeed desperate and confused at that time, and that they had lost inexplicably despite the fact that their army was stronger.

"However, only this lord, the lord, is the one beside me, whose army has resisted the attack of the chariot and killed the invincible rebels, and I have seen with my own eyes a chariot charging head-on, and the momentum seems to shake the earth, and the sharp blade seems to chop off the bodies of all of us." Baron Leopold jumped on a table excitedly as he spoke, he was originally tall, and he looked more imposing at this time, but the nobles were not angry, because the baron's words were very immersive.

"Oh~~." The nobles let out an exclamation.

"However, Glinton's spear was sharper, and when the chariot touched the spear, it fell apart like a pile of straw." Baron Leopold laughed.

"yes yes~~." When the nobles heard this, they slapped the wooden table with joy, and it was a refreshing thing to hear that a rebel chariot had been knocked out.

"That's right, it's this lord who led his soldiers to resist the tide of rebel infantry, and he fought alone, buying us time and opportunity." Baron Leopold said loudly with his arms outstretched, holding a wine glass in one hand and a flask in the other.

"Long live Lord Baron Bruce, long live Lord Baron Bruce~~." The nobles were incited by the baron's words, and they swarmed up, lifting Bruce up and throwing him upwards.

"Oh, the Lord God is above." Bruce, who had received this kind of courtesy for the first time, screamed a little unbearably, but the nobles did not give him a chance to refute at all, and even sang and carried him out of the tent.

"W-what's going on?" The Duke of Bemessi looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and he asked Sir Hilton in surprise.

"It's okay Lord Duke, we need a hero to boost morale." Sir Hilton comforted the Duke and said, but when he looked out of the tent, his gaze was a little complicated.