"This is the Valley of Blood...... Where did the 'sage' Brandon I fight with the army of monsters invading from the north?"

Isaac, who had managed to do his best not to fall off the saddle, immediately forgot the lesson that he had almost broken his neck after a minute, looked at the gentle slope in the distance, and asked Lusen beside him.

"That's right, right here, His Majesty Brandon I, who had built the watchtower and gallop for the Broken Mountain Fortress, used the wolf smoke and rangers to get the information of the invasion in advance, and immediately sent it to all the army commanders and archdukes of the empire - within three months, the five archdukes led their troops to join His Majesty Brandon I in the Prince of Sackland's territory, and the army of 50,000 immediately went north. ”

The gray-eyed boy who turned over and dismounted half-squatted on the ground, picked up a handful of snow under his feet, and the mud mixed in it seemed to be slightly red.

Then, His Majesty Brandon I, who refused to hold on to the fortress of Broken Mountain, went all the way north, and after a twenty-day journey, he finally met the invading army of monsters in the Ice Barren Valley. ”

Lusen turned his head, his eyes under the tips of his dark blue hair were deep, and he looked at Isaac, who was still dazed: "No one knows why he did this, maybe 'Sage' Brandon saw something that ordinary people can't see, and urged him to make such a risky decision." ”

"So... It was here that the 'Great Northern War', which decided the fate of the empire, began. ”

As he spoke, Lu Sien stomped his feet very hard: "The place where we stand is the camp of the 50,000-strong army back then, and it is also the place where His Majesty Brandon I commanded the battle at the 'Sage' Brandon I. ”

"That's... A great war like no other. ”

Talking about the history of that war, there was an inexplicable nostalgia in Lusen's eyes, and his expression seemed to recall some buried memories in his heart. Isaac on the side just stared at the wasteland in the distance, with a little curiosity in his expression.

"The soldiers of the Ten Legions formed a 'black wall' on the gentle slope, resisting the onslaught of the monsters again and again, again and again, as if washing their bodies with blood. ”

"The sword and shield men of Ellemont are behind the legionnaires, and every time the shield wall is alternated, no one will come back alive with each charge;"

"The longbowmen of Lothair and their knights took their place as soon as the left phalanx of the mercenaries and ecclesiastical fanatics of Ebotden collapsed, and hundreds of light infantry in leather armor were torn to pieces in an instant, and the archers in the back row had to step on the robes, and lay the monsters down twenty yards before the arrows could penetrate their heads;"

"The armoured hunters of Arles, along with their Archduke Erde, and the knights of Lothair were at the forefront, buying time for the last 'rain of arrows' of the longbowmen and the two dragons;"

"Again and again Boi's hussars roamed the perimeter, swept back and forth across the line like a winter wind, but when the central front collapsed, it was they who came the fastest, and the hardly armoured riders were like moths to the flames, giving His Majesty Brandon I the opportunity to retract the line in a quarter of an hour;"

"When the war was scorched, Brandon the Sage gave up the delaying battle and led Byrne's hoplites in a final charge, counterattacking the enemy line under the cover of countless soldiers and two dragons. ”

"Day and night, they fought day and night!"

"Two archdukes and a dragon remain on the land, along with tens of thousands of soldiers loyal to Brandon the Sage. ”

Lusen stared at the horizon at the end of the ice field, the black peaks covered in snow, and muttered softly, "And this is where their bones are buried." ”

Isaac raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at the gray-eyed boy with an emotional face:

"Why do you know all these things so clearly? and... I always think you're weird!"

"The Duke of Ellemont of the House of Wirtz was also my ancestor, and he died in battle with the Duke of Erde of Arles in the Valley of the Blood, which I heard when I was a child. ”

"When you were a child?" Isaac rolled his eyes unceremoniously as he looked at the young man beside him whose hair was dyed white by snowflakes, "You mean you haven't been weaned yet, right?"

Instead of fighting back, Lusen smiled self-deprecatingly: "You're right—it's only when I'm not weaned that I can feel that I'm no different from the other Wirtz children, and forget that I'm actually an illegitimate child." ”

Hearing Lusen's words, it was replaced by Isaac's heart.

"Actually... There's nothing wrong with being an illegitimate child, and there are a lot of people who want to be bastard!You take me for example—if I had been an illegitimate child, I wouldn't have to worry about my family as much as I do now when I fled to Wimpal as I do now, and you're still the bastard of a nobleman, that is, you're a nobleman and free, and the fish and bear's paws are all yours, and if I were you, you'd be happy, okay?!"

Lu Sien, who was stunned, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his still immature face:

"Thank you, Isaac. Thank you for comforting me. ”

"I'm not comforting you!" a genius shook his head, but instead glared at the gray-eyed boy, "I'm sincerely expressing how jealous I am!"

The gray-eyed boy could only shrug helplessly.

As he spoke, Isaac, who walked to the side, prepared to turn over and get on his horse. It was an unconscious turn of the head, raising an eyebrow and pointing to a wilderness not far away:

"I said... Why does that white snowflake over there seem to move?"

Will it move?

Slightly surprised, Lusen frowned and looked in the direction he was pointing, and the next second, the gray-eyed boy's eyes suddenly widened.

In the distance, on the ice field, a white "figure" was slowly approaching in the direction where they were.

It's an Iceborne Werewolf!

"Enemy ——!" Lusen, who didn't think much about it, ignored Isaac's complaint and dragged him directly into the saddle, and by the time he got on his horse, the sound of a rapid trumpet came from the front of the line.

A trumpet, an order to assemble!

A flash of surprise flashed in Lusen's eyes, it was not a strange thing to encounter hordes of ice werewolves in the Valley of Bloodbones, and most of the time the patrols only tried to avoid them, and there was no need to engage them.

But in the next moment, the gray-eyed boy immediately understood why.

Just below the gentle slope, a banner of the Iron Crown is surrounded by hundreds of werewolves!

"It's the army of the Church, they're besieged!" Lusen, who was clutching the reins and holding the hilt of his sword with his right hand, looked at Isaac behind him: "Go find Loren, the battlefield is not where you should be!"

"That zealot knight of the Holy Cross, called... Naze or something?"

Isaac's eyebrows were about to wrinkle together: "You're not going to save him, are you? I'm not saying that people who believe in the Holy Cross are bad people with no conscience, but this guy is obviously not a good guy - at least if you were in trouble, he wouldn't save you, so why ......"

"But he's the chief knight of the Church Knights, and the commander of half of His Highness Brandon's army, so we have to count on this 'bastard'!"

Luson sighed and replied with a wry smile, "These are two different things entirely. ”

"Well, I don't know any of that anyway, and by the way, I don't think this guy would be grateful to you even if you saved him. ”

"I have no doubt about that. ”

Isaac pressed Lusen's shoulder with a "snap", and his other hand hugged the horse's neck with a force that could almost strangle a man: "So promise me one thing, no matter how he saves your life - repeat, I'm not caring about your life or death, but I can't go to Nidhogg if you die, understand?!"

"I will not forget, Lord Isaac Grantham. The gray-eyed boy raised the corners of his mouth and gave him a military salute with his right hand holding the sword.

In the next second, the neighing war horse galloped away in the direction of the Valley of Blood.

And just as the trumpet sounded, hundreds of legionnaires on the gentle slope also charged towards the hillside like a black tide, in the shadow of the dragon Milasis!