Kurosius was still drinking snowmelt iced tea in Niermont, but it was a different scene in the council hall of Entle, after taking away the wood elf messenger Stola sent by Glenn, the Earl of Sheffield, Walker Easttim could finally have a good discussion with the courtiers, and the opinions of the courtiers were half in favor of sending troops and half of the courtiers who advocated ignoring them, and finally threw this difficult choice to himself, and he naturally showed a distressed look when he was undecided.

In the face of the gazes of the courtiers, he frowned, kept biting his fingernails, and from time to time got up from his seat and paced back and forth, although the council room was a little cold at night, but he still asked the servants to fan him.

He knew in his heart that this was undoubtedly not a very difficult decision, and the decision was full of unpredictable dangers in the making, in case of a slight carelessness, it was very likely that even the north of Ella Mountain would be involved in a bloody rain.

"At the border between Entre and Yafen is Lake Santa Kana, and its tributaries are the Earl River of Entre on one side, and on the other side it seems to be the Fishing Sea outside the Knight's Valley, and to the south of the Fishing Sea is the Shadow Mountains lined with black trees, and to the west of this mountain range is the Barony of Gaeld, but the people there don't seem to know anything about the Shadow Mountains, only that there are often goblins in that mountain range. I was very worried about the safety of the unsuspecting waterways. The Duke of Ella voiced his concerns, and although it seemed unrelated to Stola's plea for help, it was enough to make some of the courtiers who were good at speculating about the intentions of his lord feel tingling in their backs.

"My lord, I have traveled to almost all parts of the Talk continent in my youth, and I know nothing about the Sabertooth Ridge beyond the city of eternal night on Sunset Island and the swamps of the Shadowlands. There are goblins there, and there are some scattered goblin nests, but these guys rarely seem to go down the mountain, just occupy the mountain as the king, and settle in a corner, and there are already manors cultivated by Yafen's farmers near the fishing sea, but they have hardly heard from the local farmers about any goblin attacks, just say that the Shadow Mountains should not be lightly entered, and many merchants who sell black wood always go and never return. But I went, and I had the impression that goblins were pretty good at making instruments of torture for their prey, and occasionally stealing horses and hunting intruders, but I never knew that these savage grey-skinned creatures would make a decent ship. The old general, Hugh Frankenstein, stood at the foot of the steps, trying to reassure the Duke, "Now that His Highness has taken into account the safety of Lake Santa Cana. ”

"The old general already knew it. I invite you to my private room for a talk. I'd love to hear your suggestions. Duke Ella winked at Frankenstein, his frown furrowing as if he were stretching slightly in the blink of an eye, but it was barely noticeable.

The courtiers, who looked out the window at the moonlight from time to time, finally had a smile on their faces, and in a commotion and uproar, they left the council hall in a procession, for for them, it was the best decision for His Royal Highness the Duke not to let them make any decisions, as long as they did not let them hear a word about the relevant military affairs, and it was the happiest thing to enjoy peace.

Duke Ella's private room was in front of him, and the unlocked door was instantly slammed open by a white snowhound, who jumped into Walker's arms, stretched out his tongue full of haras, and gave the Duke a wet kiss.

"My good boy Bai Bo! Don't stare at the uncle behind me, he's a good friend of mine, like Colossius. Duke Walker stroked Bai Bo's soft hair, but Bai Bo in his arms kept tilting his head and staring at Hugh Frankenstein vigilantly.

"A good partner who does his duty." Hugh Frankenstein laughed and reached out to touch Bai Bo's forehead, but Bai Bo let out a dissatisfied whin, and a row of sharp teeth appeared in his grinning mouth.

"Go to the fat man with a mole on his face. You licked my saliva! Duke Ella scraped Bai Bo's black nose and put him on the ground, Bai Bo wagged his tail slightly, prostrate on the ground, and whined softly. Ran away with the chubby court servant.

"A loyal dog always knows what his master thinks." Hugh Frankenstein smiled at the Duke and followed him into the Duke's private room, where an inexplicable scent of books immediately greeted him.

The Duke of Ella's private room was surprisingly simple, the bookshelf opposite the door of the room was full of all kinds of sheepskin books, the colorful cover made Hugh Frankenstein look a little dazzled, looking around the whole room, there was not a carved bed that almost all nobles were willing to pursue, only a simple but sturdy single bed was placed in the south corner of the room, next to the single bed was a fairly atmospheric wine rack, the slightly blackened silver cup was polished by the servants, and from time to time reflected a faint candlelight, The only thing that amazed Hugh Frankenstein was the large thick desk made of mahogany by the bookshelf, with its delicate design and sleek top worthy of the Duke of Ella's honorable status. The candelabra on the countertop shimmered with Mithril, and the melted wax trickled down the candlestick, slowly filling the beautiful snowflake carving on the candlestick, which was clearly the work of the dwarven craftsmen of the Al Ain dynasty.

"You may be seated. Old general. Walker, Duke of Ella, pulled out two round stools from under the mahogany desk of El Helino, and then walked straight to the wine rack, took out two new silver goblets from the drawer of the wine rack and placed them on the top of the wine rack, and took out a bottle of El Tora from the shelf, and poured the delicious green and bright green wine dew into the wine glass.

"I am very pleased with your appointment and trust, Your Highness." Hugh Frankenstein sat down, stared at the back of Duke Walker of Ella, and said slowly, "The Lord has made a decision in his heart, but the advice of the courtiers has disappointed you. ”

"Accustomed to living a peaceful life, who wants to get involved in a war that is not their own. If it were me, I would do the same. Staying away from war, it's a wise choice that ordinary people would make. Duke Walker took the goblets full of El Tora from the shelf and handed one of them to Hugh Frankenstein, who was seated, "However, I am no ordinary man, for in the eyes of some I am their enemy, and in the eyes of others I am their hope. ”

"So, in order to balance out this delicate relationship. You'd like to hear the second method that comes to mind. Hugh Frankenstein took a sip of the green liquor and placed the silver goblet gently on the desk countertop.

"You know, there's a red bear in our north with a crown on his head, and he's eyeing us. The Three-Way Mountain Banner has just attached itself to me, if we don't think about him under the White Snow Mountain, then he will definitely choose another strategy, when he can't hold back the lonely red bear pounced, he will definitely try to avoid confrontation with it, he will choose to make way for this red bear to march into the Entle, just like he did not hesitate to transfer Sharp to me who migrated to the Niermont area of White Town, and his ambiguous attitude has been clarified. Although it does not mean that he is disloyal, his desire for peace is quite obvious. Walker, Duke of Ella, winked at Hugh Frankenstein, and seemed to loosen his frowning brow.

"The threat behind you is the deadliest. The Lord has seen through this. In fact, the lord didn't care about sending troops to support the Wood Elves and Highland Mountain Gilberg, but tried to prevent the Red Dog Bear from taking advantage of the situation after hearing the rumors. Hugh Frankenstein's words hit the nail on the head.

"From the moment I defeated the Red Boar of Entel and incorporated his troops, I found out that the general was a real general, but unfortunately Hunter Entelschnett of the Red Boar was blindfolded by the oil and water in his head. Otherwise, the master south of the Ella Mountains would not be me now, but him. Walker, the Duke of Ella, couldn't help but nod yes, his eyes shining brightly.

"Since the sovereign is determined to keep the covenant, I hope that no third person will hear about it except you and me. Even the sharp-toothed Wood Elf Emissary. Hugh Frankenstein's voice sounded steady and powerful, as if a detailed plan had been rehearsed in his mind.

"I see what you mean. I'm going to let that annoying Wood Elf messenger leave Entre the next day, and we're going to say no on the surface and help secretly. The Duke of Ella put down his goblet, walked over to the bookcase, took a parchment map, spread it on the desk, and finally pressed his wandering fingers on the Anjar Mountains southwest of the city of Entre.

"That's right, I'll recruit my old subordinates from here, as well as my trusted deputy, William Ollie, to join this expedition." Hugh Frankenstein moved his finger to the barely marked area beyond the map, "If we follow the mainland, the troops we go to support will undoubtedly be exposed." But here, I'm sure no one will lay a spy in this mountain range, unless his spy is the wind, or the water, or the birds of the sky. ”

"But this is a road to death, and no one has ever been able to get out of that mountain unharmed. Legend has it that it was the second place to be cursed by the gods after the Land of Shadows. Duke Ella looked at Hugh Frankenstein in some surprise, "The old general's idea is correct from the map, and it only takes a night to get from the foot of the Angel Mountains to the entrance to this area, and the night march can indeed hide people's eyes, but the reality is that this has always been a cursed place. ”

"It seems that I can really call it the Bled Mountains, so that you can't even see what is there. All I can tell you is that there is no curse there, only a terrible strain, because I am the one who came out of it alive, I don't know if anyone before me was as lucky as me, but I believe that I will never forget what it was like there, and that it was not the curse of the evil gods that killed people, but the breath of death that emanated from those strains. Yet I have a way of being invisible from the eyes of death. Hugh Frankenstein's determined eyes were slightly stirred by the candlelight.

Walker looked into Hugh Frankenstein's eyes, the soul of the once confident adventurer returning to this armor body, and even though Walker hadn't seen it, he still caught the faint shadow aura.