Woolf sat down at the table and chair beside the lord, and he and the Earl of Gülen talked to each other like old friends whom they hadn't seen for a long time, and the servants brought them wine glasses, and the White Knight was speechless at the sight before him, but was casually seated by Barnet, and the hall was filled with laughter and laughter.

"What the hell is going on?" As if nothing had happened, the White Knight was in a dream, just now they were surrounded by five northern warriors, and the two sides were at loggerheads, but now the culprit was talking and laughing with Woolf.

"There is nothing surprising that Woolf is the adopted son of Earl Gülen's father, and they have grown up together as partners." Barnett picked up a glass of mead from the table, handed it to the White Knight, and picked it up himself.

"Then why did Woolf leave here?" The White Knight asked incomprehensibly, of course he knew that it was by no means as calm as it seemed on the surface, but he couldn't help but ask Barnett.

"If you will finish this cup of mead, I will tell you." Barnett winked at the White Knight, raised the cup in his hand, and said to the White Knight.

"Hmm." Looking at the full glass of amber mead, the white knight couldn't help but show a sad face.

The White Knight drank a full glass of mead, and then the enthusiastic northerners clinked glasses with him, and in the cheerful atmosphere, the White Knight did not know how many glasses of wine he had drunk, and how he ended up unconscious.

The next morning, when the White Knight came to his senses, he was lying on the wooden table, surrounded by a mess, the smell of wine permeating the entire hall of the lord, and some drunken people lying on the ground in various positions.

"Ahh Pushing open the door of the lord's hall, the white knight couldn't help but yawn and stretched, the sun was shining outside, and some of the girls passing by him couldn't help but snicker, and the white knight remembered that he didn't cover his face.

"Looks like you're resting well." At this moment, Woolf came from the side, patted the white knight on the shoulder and said to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm too wary." The White Knight apologized to Woolf, saying that the cheerful and relaxed atmosphere of the banquet and the Earl of Gülen's friendly behavior towards Woolf had made him forget the sense of crisis that Barnett had brought him to the ground, and he had fallen asleep unconsciously.

"Don't worry, we're safe at the moment, but for now, come with me and I'll take you to meet someone." Woolf waved his hand, and he led the way, and the white knight hurriedly followed him, and it was then that he noticed that Woolf was carrying a large pocket on his back.

Woolf led the White Knight to the hill behind the harbor, on the rolling northern mountains, you could see the snow-covered summits, flocks of ravens quacking and flying past them, the White Knight and Woolf climbed the hill, the air was a little thin, and the White Knight was panting uncomfortably.

"It's the first time I've climbed such a high mountain!" Woolf looked back at the White Knight.

"Phew, phew, this mountain is not high, but why do I feel so tired?" The White Knight felt as if a large stone had been pressed against his chest, and his legs felt as heavy as lead.

"Don't you know? The northern mountains belong to the territory of the Frost Giants, and they don't like humans to climb them, so they use magic, but the brave are fearless, and courage will overcome these difficulties. Woolf encouraged the White Knight, who nodded, and the two of them lowered their heads and continued to climb upwards until they reached a cliff that looked like an old man's head.

"This is it." Woolf pointed to the cliff, where a white sheep's head and a wolf's skin were nailed to a dead tree.

"What's here?" The White Knight frowned and asked in confusion.

"A prophet, a prophet, who dwells in a cave here." Woolf put down the pocket on his back and explained to the White Knight.

"Quack~~~." The raven, resting on the dead tree, spread its dark wings, made a terrible call, and then flew into the sky, and the black feathers on its wings fluttered in the cold wind, and when the cold air mass swept behind it, and then below was the vast sea, and beyond the wide sea, and the winding coastline, the southern green land could be seen.

Outside the village of Greenton, a panting man was running, and the people in the fields outside the village looked at him curiously, and some even recognized him and greeted him, but the man had no time to care.

"Who is it?" When he reached the Grindon walls, two guards blocked his way.

"I, I'm from the Greenton Mercenary Regiment, we've been attacked, let me go to Lord Baron." The young Grington mercenary said anxiously.

"Get in." The guards hurriedly let him go, allowing him to enter the walls of Glinton.

Bruce immediately gathered his retainers in the lord's house, and met the mercenary who had come to report the news, and he was surprised to see the appearance of the other party.

"What's wrong?"

"Lord, Lord Baron, no, Lord Zack has hired a group of Ammar people, and they are storming Lord Ignas's manor, and Captain Stukov asked me to ask you for help." The rescue mercenary, kneeling in front of Bruce, pointed behind him and said.

"Amal?" Bruce was even more surprised, he didn't expect Lord Zack to attack him head-on.

"In that case, Lord Baron, we should come to the rescue immediately." Edward hurriedly said to Bruce.

"Yes." Bruce sat on the wooden chair and touched his chin, "Marcus, how many soldiers can we equip now?" ”

"Lord Baron, the blacksmith has been working, and ten helmets and forty spears have been made." Marcus hurriedly replied to Bruce.

"Very well, equip the Glinton soldiers, gather the crossbowmen and light cavalry, and I will personally lead the team to rescue Stukov." Bruce stood up, and he announced loudly to his retainers.

"Yes, Lord Baron." The retainers are also outraged by the sudden attack of Lord Zack, a mad lord who once wanted to kill Bruce, and now they have found an opportunity for revenge.

"Woo~~." On the arrow tower of the Grington Wall, a sentry picked up a brass horn and puffed out his cheeks, and the sound of the horn quickly spread throughout the territory.

"It's the Baron who is calling us." The male serfs who were working in the fields hurriedly put down their work, and they talked to each other.

Bruce's military service system in Glinton would call up strong male serfs, commoners, and nobles to prepare for battle before heading to the Greenton Lord's House.