Woolf's words also aroused the anger of Earl Gülen, and he threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and with a clatter, the silver wine glass was broken into shape, and Woolf did not speak, but glared at Earl Gülen angrily.

"Woolf, you've gone too far." The Earl of Gülen flinched at Woolf's glare, and he looked away, raising his voice, but his momentum was noticeably weaker.

"Winter is coming, and I don't want to see the tragedy of fifteen years ago repeated." Woolf threw down a sentence and turned away, leaving only Earl Gülen and his men in the dimly lit halls of the lord.

"Lord Earl, Woolf has gone too far, please allow me to slash him." Scarface looked at the backs of Woolf and the White Knight, and he said to Earl Gülen.

"Leave him alone for now, for you want to find out what prophecy he received from the prophet?" Count Glenn said to Scarface.

"But Earl, it would be better if the prophecy was just to the prophet." Scarface doesn't believe in the so-called prophecies and prophets at all, and he advises Count Gülen.

"The Prophet won't speak, his mouth is tight, and though Woolf is challenging my authority, we must be prepared for anything as winter comes." Count Gülen commanded Scarface.

"No problem, I'll have someone collect supplies." Scarface bowed to Count Glenn before turning around and leaving the hall of the lords.

"Woolf, what do you mean by the coming winter?" Woolf strode out of the hall of the lord, and the White Knight followed him, asking curiously.

"It's a change in the weather, some say it's a trick of the dark gods, others say it's a war between the gods and the frost giants, but in the harsh winter season, the weak die first, and the strong can't hunt for any food." Woolf's face was gloomy, and the terrible winter of fifteen years ago left an indelible memory in his heart, and the entire northern tribe suffered heavy losses, and it took ten years to recover from the recovery.

Under Woolf's continuous explanation, the White Knight gradually had some concepts, the land in the north itself is not fertile, and the output of crops is limited, so it is necessary to rely on trade to maintain the economic life of the tribe, but in the severe winter season, some ports will be frozen, ships can not dock at all, and the tribe and town can only rely on their own stored grain to survive the whole winter, but if it encounters a long severe winter, once the tribe's food and materials are exhausted, in the ice and snow, the entire tribe will only have a dead end.

"Don't worry, Count Gülen will definitely be prepared." The White Knight believes that this is the domain of Count Gülen, and even if he is unbearable, he will do everything for the survival of the clan.

"No, you don't know Gülen." Woolf shook his head bitterly, and he sounded his father's dying command.

"Woolf, after my death you are going to fight for the position of earl, Gülen is not fit to be a leader, his greed and desire are too strong, he thinks he will kill everyone." Daddy grabbed Woolf's clothes with blood all over his face, and he whispered in his ear almost with all his might.

"Crackle." Inside, the flames danced in the fire, and Woolf watched the flames recall the prophet's prophecy.

"Boom~~~." The horses' hooves roared on the ground, and a group of cavalry was galloping down the road, a black dragon banner that grabbed the dry characters fluttered in the wind.

"Drive it~~." Bruce was jolting with the running of the war horse, he was very anxious, no one knew what happened to the Greenton mercenary group at this time, Ignas's manor was not a castle, nor a fortress, if the enemy had siege weapons, they would not be able to resist at all.

"It's crazy." Some of the nobles who followed behind Bruce muttered that they didn't like to fight without their attendants, it was too dangerous, but Bruce's tough attitude forced them to follow, and the bumps along the way made them almost fall apart.

Ignath Manor was in flames at this point, with Haradin and Nasser's men firing fiery arrows and a catapult ready, a technique unique to the Amar people, and the first time Stukov and others had seen this weapon.

"What is this?" Ignas asked in surprise as he looked at the Amar catapult outside the manor.

"I don't know, pay attention to defense." A strong sense of malice welled up in Stukov's heart, and although he did not know what kind of weapon it was, the enemy must have taken out what he considered to be the decisive weapon at this critical moment.

"The catapult is ready." Haradin watched as the soldier placed a stone on the catapult and said to Nasser.

"Yes, that's good." Nasser glanced behind him, where Zach was watching the battle on his horse in high spirits, and the lord seemed to be particularly fond of war and blood.

"Catapult ready~~." Haradin raised his sword and commanded loudly in the language of the Amar people.

"Hey, hey, hey." The Amar soldiers hurriedly twisted the axle of the catapult, and the thick linen ropes on the axle were twisted, and the catapult's catapult arm creaked.

"Put ~~." Haradin waved his sword and commanded the catapult.

"Boom~~." The soldiers jerked loose of the axle they had grasped, and with a quick turn of the axle, the slinging arm threw the stone violently.

"Oops." Stukov watched as the stones were thrown from the Amar positions and arced through the sky towards the walls of the manor, shouting for everyone's attention.

"Boom~~." The walls of the manor were made of wood and stone, plastered with white plaster, and although they could withstand the attacks of infantry and bows and arrows, the stones thrown by the catapults were fast and violent, and the stones slammed into the wall, and immediately smashed the wall into a large hole.

"Oooo There was a cheer from the Amar position, and they all had high hopes for the mighty catapult, and Haradin and Nasser looked at each other, and their two close friends were very satisfied.

"Let the catapult move forward ten more steps." Nasser said to Haradin.

"What, wouldn't it be too risky to take another ten steps?" Haradin frowned, if someone ventured out of the manor at this time, it would shorten the charge by ten paces.

"Rest assured, our archers are watching them, and if they dare to come out, they will die." Nasser smiled, he just wanted to use the catapult to lure out the soldiers in the manor, of course, if the other party did not dare to come out, then the catapult would tear down the manor wall little by little, and when the wall protection was lost, the Amar mercenaries would rush up and kill them all.