Count Colossius paced back and forth in the castle chamber, reading the battle report that Mart had passed from Difender in his hand.

Culosius already knew that the first battle between the Desco Terrace and the Guardian Terrace had been won, and that many enemies had been killed. However, he also knew that although Diefonde had won the first battle and had made the invading monsters plant a big heel in the Desco Terrace and the Guardian Terrace with a small loss, this optimistic situation would definitely not last long.

He looked out the window from time to time, the difficult deep winter had come to an end, and along with a warm spring breeze blowing from the south, two or three scissor-tailed swallows appeared in his sight.

Temporary harmony could not drive away the uneasiness of Count Colosius. Even more disturbing to him was the reconnaissance report obtained by the scouts at the risk of death. In just two months, a towering evil fortress has been erected on the northern shore of Santa Cana, which the scouts call the 'Scorched Earth City'. The sword between Yaphin and Entel had begun to show its might. Not only did the monsters occupy the main transportation routes, but the control of the Scorched Earth City also spread rapidly. Dozens of villages, including Lakeside Village, have been reduced to scorched earth and rubble, and no survivors have been found to have escaped except for Lakeside Village.

"I really don't know if Arnault has made any progress. Bald guys, bald guys. I wish you were as quick as you were when you were in the smuggling trade. Earl Colossius walked to another window, pushed open the eaves, and looked at the looming northern snow-capped mountains, wondering whether he should take the initiative to ask Earl Anderson under the White Snow Mountain.

"Lord." Affin's guards abruptly pushed the door open, bursting into the council chamber with a bloodied scout.

Culosius turned around, walked quickly towards the two dying scouts with a surprised expression, and the floor candlestick that he knocked down fell to the ground with a clatter: "What's the matter! ”

"Lord! Niermont is Niermont! The scout gasped excitedly.

"What's wrong with Niermont!? Say it! Culosius' face turned red with start, and he shook the scout. The panting scout just shook his head. Although Niermont is not a direct domain of Jaffin, but a domain that was transferred to Duke Walker of Ella by the Earl of Whitetown, Niermont is where Cooliaus's old employer and good friend Zax Sharp is now located.

"The Monster Legion has destroyed our stronghold in Lakka Hill in Mor Canyon, and we have finally chosen Nilmont to garrison after retreating. The trailing monster legion besieges Niermont! In order to pass on this news to you, His Royal Highness the Duke of Ella's vassal Zax, wants us to break through the siege and return to the Lord! Of the more than 60 soldiers we evacuated from our stronghold on Mount Raqqa, I was the only one left, and I was lucky enough to break through the siege to deliver the news to the Lord! The scout gritted his teeth looked depressed, and blood kept pouring out of the arrow wound.

Culotius coughed excitedly, and only then did he realize that his hands were covered with blood, "Guard, call a doctor immediately!" Take this scout away and heal him first! He's dying. ”

"Yes, my lord!" The guards hurried out of the chamber.

"It's useless, my lord," said the pale scout, "the lizardmen's arrows are poisonous. ”

"It'll be fine, soldier. What about Baron Zax? Culosius was anxious.

"The Niermont defenders with the surname Sharp are defending Niermont."

"Why didn't he give up that projectile land!?"

"That's why he asked me to deliver the letter," the scout spat out a mouthful of dark red blood and pulled a bloodstained letter from his bosom, "friends"

The scout swallowed calmly, and the corpse was losing its temperature.

Angry and annoyed, Cullosius's hands trembled, and he opened Zax's handwriting, and at a glance the scribbled handwriting understood the crisis situation at the time of writing.

My dear friends Culosius and Arnault:

Niermont is besieged by about a thousand goblins and lizardheads. Minotaurs and cave trolls also have at least

Dozens, though I haven't seen these abominable monsters.

The monsters slaughtered my people.

I will make them pay with blood.

The warriors who retreated from the stronghold of Raqqa have told me about the crisis facing you, Yafin, and in view of this, I have only

I'm sending you a message to beware of monsters invading Yafenburg from the Red Mountain.

There is no need for help, I have sent someone to ask for help from Earl Anderson of White Town.

When any of you see this letter, you don't know if I'm still alive, only Arcana knows.

We, the Sharp family, are no longer fleeing.

May we see you again.

Zax Sharp

December 40, 1033, the end of deep winter

"The wooden castle can't be defended at all!" Culosius's tears flowed down his neckline, wetting his lace neckline: "Your Excellency, why are you so stubborn? ”

Culosius stood up silently, wiping away his tears and motioning for the servants of the council chamber to put the dead scout in order and bury him. The priest who arrived a short time later washed the scout's blood from the scout with holy water and oil in his hand, and smeared the holy oil on the scout's forehead. He then stood on the north side of the corpse, drew a large Arcana cross on his chest, and closed his eyes and recited Arcana's prayer. Culosius listened to the priest's prayer as his mind began to get confused.

Eventually, the scout's body was carried away by the servants under the guidance of the priest. On more than one occasion, Cullosius wanted to send troops to Niermont against the wishes of Zax. On the other hand, his intellect resisted this impulse. As it stands, the idea of asking for help from the Earl of White Town has been dashed by this sudden incident.

"The entire north and south of Mount Ella are already facing an all-out war." Cullosius was suddenly a little at a loss, he felt that Yafen's limited strength was not enough to be attacked from several sides, including supporting Niermont, and he was undoubtedly angry about the current situation of Yafen: "Your Excellency Zax can see better than me. May Arcana bless your family. ”

Culosius tapped the back of his swollen head, flicked his sleeves, and abruptly stood up from the earl's silver chair.

He felt a cloud of gloom enveloping the chamber, and it was so oppressive that he was almost out of breath. He walked quickly out of the castle chamber, and walked alone through the streets of Jarfenburg, and only breathing in the circulating air could make him feel a little soothed at this time.

In the squares of Jarfenburg, the nursery is neatly manicured by gardeners. Many Yafen leaders gathered here to rest. The information they exchanged was nothing more than a variety of terrifying rumors from beyond the Desco Terrace and the Guardian Terrace, but the temporary tranquility of Afenburg kept the people from panicking, just that it felt like a legend hundreds of miles away.

"My lord, there is a dwarf who asks to see you." The servant of Count Colossius was found and reported to him.

"I'm not in a good mood today, so I'm gone. Arrange for him to rest at the inn. More on that tomorrow. Colossius didn't look back in a low voice, he looked at the ivy planted in the nursery in front of him, and then emphasized again: "I hope that short man didn't come to visit me." Get away from me! I'm in a terrible mood right now! ”

"Well, but he's already with me." The servant said helplessly, "He said he had to see you today." He is from the Iron Fist Fortress of the Al Ain dynasty. ”

"Oh?" The name of Tekken made Culosius finally turn around and look at the servant. However, he couldn't help but focus his gaze on the visiting dwarf who was much shorter than the servant.

The dwarf was wrapped in a short black robe, and he could be seen wearing a thick fur coat under the short robe. His face was full of black beards that hung down to his chest, his eyes were as black as a night leopard embedded under his thick eyebrows, and his thick dachshund lips were covered with a round garlic nose, and his oily skin made the dwarf look rather rugged. His muscular limbs and double-edged battle axe on his back made him look like a strong dwarven warrior.

Culosius opened his mouth in surprise, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose as if to open his closed heart. The dwarf was watching him in the same way.

"Completely different from who I remembered. Boy! In the dwarf's eyes, Count Coulosius was dressed in a formal Trian gown, with a silver wreath on his head, a ruffled lace neckline that bloomed like a flower, puffy cuffs that showed a chic style, and the tailor was particular about the gown with a single white onyx button. The unique temperament makes him look energetic, and he has already completely possessed a breath of aristocratic natural gas.

"Doolin!" With his arms outstretched, Cullosius beamed with joy and bowed to give the dwarf a bear hug.

The servant frowned, the dwarf always exuded a strong smell of sweat and snow wolves. But Culosius didn't care about the smell at all.

"I can't believe you used to be a bookkeeper!" Durin screamed with delight. That majestic voice sounded more like a battle cry on the battlefield.