Scouts sent by Duke Walker of Ella arrived at the place where Baron Fence was killed. The place was not too far from the nameless grove next to it. Although there was a watchtower set up by the Duchy of Entre a few miles around, it was sheltered by a small dirt slope.

The remains of Baron Sword and several knights fell there. It looks like these people have been in the thick of a battle before. The chaotic horseshoe prints that still lingered on the ground seemed to indicate that the battle had taken place very suddenly.

The scouts did not dismount to investigate, but divided into two small groups around the center of the incident and carefully circled around, and after making sure that it was safe, they gathered together from two directions, turned over and dismounted, and walked closer to the scene to take a closer look at the horrific scene.

The frame of the cart was leaning on the side of the dirt road, and the horse pulling the cart was long gone. A scout searched and found the broken reins of the horse, the burrs of the broken rope confirming the message knight's account, the rope had been cut by the goblin's usual weapon, the Serrated Scimitar.

Another scout lifted his scarf over his mouth and nose, and slowly approached the corpses, which were stacked haphazardly.

The remains emitted an unbearable pungent stench. The flies crawling on the yellow water of the remains flew up the moment the scout approached, like a terrifying black mist that suddenly appeared in the flat ground. The scout had to draw his sword and swing it away at the annoying flying insects.

"Lord Sword is here." The scout suddenly saw the remains of a knight, a pale hand clutching the Gelder sword emblem hanging from the ground. He kicked away the remains of the calm knight, leaned down and took the pale hand, and dragged the remains of Baron Fencer of Gaeld out of the pile of corpses, "Look! Gald's sword emblem! Proof of the ancient Gaild nobles of the Bainell family. ”

"That's right, presumably the remains must have belonged to the unfortunate Lord Baron Gaelde." There was a cry from the corpse pile, and the scouts, like well-trained hounds, gathered around, wrapped the remains of Baron Sword in a shroud, and carried them to a military horse. After a cursory examination of the corpses of the other knights, the scouts lit their torches, all of them chanting the words of blessing from the Book of Arcana, and then burned the remains.

"The corpse stinks terribly, let's hurry back to Entre and return to the lord to get his life." Some of the scouts covered their necks over their mouths and noses, but all of them frowned, "The rotten look makes people panic!" Close quickly. Akana. ”

"But we haven't found any trace of the goblins and lizardmen who attacked the baron." The voice of disagreement still came out, "You can send someone to report the progress first." ”

"Their intentions couldn't be more obvious, and lo and behold, what I have discovered, this is the evidence of their intentions. Look -- these severed reins. The four horses of Lord Sward and the knight's horses were all taken by the goblins and the lizardmen. The scout who surveyed the carriage frame carried a few broken reins.

"Snatching horses and belongings?" The scouts thought that this conclusion was a bit too hasty, but seeing the traces left on the reins, they had to believe, "Take that rein, who will take the baron's body to Entre first?" It's drudgery, and we'll have to send a small team to find it, and it's drudgery. The rest rode to Gaeld to tell the family of Lord Baron Sward. It's a beauty difference. ”

"The old rules. Our scout's errand is decided by lottery. It's fairest to let Arcana assign tasks. The scouts all nodded in agreement.

"Ah, that's bad luck!" The scout who drew the tracking lot shook his head helplessly.

"Looks like I had to jump into the Earl River to take a thorough bath!" The only scout who had drawn the corpse lotion was beaming, but he frowned in disgust after glancing at the corpse held by the shroud.

"You're out of luck. Anyway, let's see you again in Entle. After a short speech, the scouts divided into three groups according to the content of the lottery and set off straight for their respective tasks.

Walker, the Duke of Ella, had heard the news from Earl Anderson of White Town that Zax Sharp had migrated from his realm to Niermont, which would undoubtedly deal a big blow to the economic situation in the Dukedom north and south of Mount Ella in the short term. After reading some of his daily papers, he left the affairs of his court to all the courtiers of his court, and when the last courtier left his room, he simply threw away the quill in his hand and slammed the table.

The succession of bad news made his heart unhappy at all, and then he got up from behind the bookcase, and with the Sword of Frost, the prize of the thrilling Knights of Parma, the past seemed to come back to his mind.

It was a white memory, where ice, snow and blood converged and intertwined.

He shook his head, looking through the window at the still-calm city of Entle. After looking at it for a while, he simply stopped thinking about the unpleasantness in those memories, picked a random cloak from Tiki's clothes rack and draped it behind him, and strode out of the room.

"Your Highness, I was looking for you." Walker and the oncoming nobleman almost bumped into each other, "Ah, I'm sorry! ”

"Boss, if there's anything to trouble you to come to me later, to be honest, I'm in a bad mood right now." Duke Ella turned back and gestured to his room, "Maybe you need to send some servants to clean up there." Especially those papers that fill my desk. They're going to be stacked neatly before I come back, can you? Walker, Duke of Ella, patted the steward on the shoulder.

"As you wish, Your Highness. But," by the time the steward was ready to reply politely, Duke Ella had already walked swiftly down the castle steps from his side, "Your Highness seems to have taken the wrong medicine today, and it doesn't seem to matter much anyway. ”

The Duke of Ella walked out of the castle, and instead of going to the stables, he walked alone in the city of Entre and towards the east of the city.

After crossing the lake and the fairy tavern, surrounding a few common people's houses, avoiding the main road and walking from the muddy path, they reached the edge of the east city wall, and several city guards were quite surprised to see the arrival of the duke, and immediately rushed to the duke's front to salute, and then followed the duke to pick up the old stairs and ascend to the east city.

Walker looked out over the silver-dragon-like Earl River, where several small boats were lazily spreading fishing nets on the sparkling water. In the aristocratic estates on the banks of the Earl's River, tenant farmers are picking up nail rakes to spread the harvested grain on dry ground. On the road that stretched into the distance, the sparse merchants were riding leisurely, escorting goods and chariots and horses towards Entre. It wasn't until Walker looked at the Entre woods, the one that had been burned, that the land was no longer charred and lifeless, but golden.

While watching, a group of woodcutters carrying firewood came out of the woods, naked and singing rough songs, how could they hear the rough words, but Walker listened carefully, and couldn't help but nodded, "It's still the same truth, this lyric is really straightforward." ”

"Your Highness, if you're here to listen to these rough people sing." The guards of the city were a little embarrassed and whispered.

"Ah, I'm here to relax. You are undoubtedly my good guards. I'll call you if I need it. Walker turned his head and smiled at the guards, stroking the smooth battlements of the wall as he walked down the wall to the south.

The distant shadow of the Angel Mountains is just ahead, and you can vaguely see the exposed military camp at the foot of the Angel West Mountain. The sky was filled with purr birds flying from time to time in the forest, but other than that, it was so quiet that you could even hear the whispers of the guards at the gates. The occasional Elwinian Wood Elf Walking Merchant is like forgetting the important town north and south of Mount Ella, and no one has arrived.

"It seems that our little friction with the wood elves is indeed unavoidable." Walker muttered to himself, "Wood elves aren't as cheerful as dwarves. ”

The sound of "rustling" was like an endless greeting from the autumn wind, but this time there was a slight sound of horses' hooves, "Da Da." ”

Walker followed the sound as he looked out at the overgrown gravel road, where a lightly armed scout with his neck over his mouth and nose led another White Prairie horse carrying a large cloth bag in one hand, and galloped with the reins of the horse in the other, shouting all the way: "I am a scout sent by His Royal Highness the Duke, and I am back to restore my life!" Hurry up and open the gates! By the way, find someone to help! ”

Walker was shocked, he had already guessed that eight or nine would not be far from ten, and then walked quickly down the stone steps down the city wall, "Guard, open the city gate quickly!" ”

The guards obeyed the order, and opened the gates, and they surrounded the city in a half-arc in front of Duke Walker, and looked at the galloping scout with wide eyes, and they did not speak, as if they could already sense that the sack of linen carried by the other horse led by the scout was not a good thing.

The scout reined in his horse at the gate of the city, rolled over, recognized Walker the Duke of Ella, and immediately fell to his knees, "My lord, we have found traces of His Excellency Sward, the Baron of the House of Bynell, by the dense forest on the small hill on the south bank of the Earl's river. ”

The three guards carried the white linen bag together, threw it on the ground, and had already untied it, when a foul smell came to their faces, and the guards pinched their noses in unison, "It stinks!" ”

"Did you find anything? What about the other scouts? Walker walked up to the scout and helped him up, "It's hard work. ”

"My lord, our other brothers have divided into two groups, one of which is to set out for Gaeld, to inform the successor of the Bainell family of the bad news, and to check the area around Gaeld's Black Wood Mountain. Another group continues to track the trail of monsters who have committed great crimes. Scout 1510 reported, and he reached out in his bag and handed the reins of the horse that had been severed by the serrated scimitar collected by his companion to Duke Walker's hand, "Also, we may have discovered the most primitive intentions of these monsters. The finances and horses of the knights and barons were all plundered. ”

"Are you from here?" Walker frowned, picked up the end of the broken reins and examined it carefully, the burrs on the end did seem to have been cut by the goblin's usual weapon, the Serrated Scimitar, "Interesting, I don't know about lizardmen, but goblins are really weird things to grab horses, I only know that goblins are good at taming wolves." ”

"Is there anything wrong with the reins? Sovereign. The scout's eyes looked at Duke Walker's increasingly gloomy face, an expression that was a harbinger of a storm.

"Oh, nothing. You're doing a great job, scout. In addition, I need you to do one thing, you and these guards will transport Sword's body to the church of St. Kana in Entle, so that the priests can arrange Sword's body and bury it according to the baron's specifications. Walker took out two Rinston Kingdom Gold Coins from the bag he was strapped to his waist and placed them in the scout's hand, "When this is done, I will allow you and these guards to bubble in the bathhouse of the city." ”