Heading east along the plain roads of the Duchy of Byrne, passing through Stormcastle and Mid-Lake City, standing on the top of the tower of the Bosivar family's Lookout Fortress, you can see a completely different country from the Knight's Country.

Boi.

In the ancient "Boe" language (if there was one), the word actually means "horse".

The reason for this name is entirely a myth of the Byrnes - when the first Byrne lord came to the land on foot, he asked a knight for directions, and the knight mistakenly thought that the old man wanted to know what his mount was.

Since then, these "horseback people" living in the Great Green Sea have had their own name.

The name of the "old man" was Anton Varner, and his descendants and family were now Lord of Boy.

Since ancient times, the history of the two ancient kingdoms of Boe and Byrne has been inseparable, and both sides have the inheritance and descendants of each other's ancient bloodlines, and even the Byrnes believe that Byrne's war horses come from this ancient green sea.

This ancient land gave birth to a group of extremely strong and unruly horseback people, wielding their sabers and bows and arrows to claim ownership of the entire Great Green Sea;

The people here have no interest in farming and farming, sheep and horses are all their wealth, and they reap their crops with their sabers, believing that force is better than hard work;

The oath is taken even more seriously than by the Byrnes - since the beginning of the second generation, they have kept their ancestors' promises to the Sakrands, guarding the eastern gates of the Empire, and the sabre-wielding hussars have never crossed the Polish-Iranian border;

In the more distant Old Kingdom, when the dwarven heavy legions invaded Byrne from among the mountains, the Boi hussars did not hesitate to gather under a banner and rushed into the dwarven phalanx like a torrent, just to thank the Byrnes for their help in the centaur war.

Blood thicker than water is not enough to describe the close connection between Byrne and Boy, which is why after the invasion, the first thing the Boi people thought of was not the Empire, but the Byrne people next door.

No one knows whether the Empire will send rescuers, but the Byrnes will definitely come—this thought seems to have become a matter of course in the minds of the Bois.

Even though they knew that Byrne no longer had a duke of his own, they still wrote the letter asking for help.

Is it really out of the boldness and simplicity of nature, using the current situation to win a chance for Byrne to reunite, or is it deliberately for some other purpose?

Loren, who was riding on horseback, raised his head slightly, looking at the boundless grassland a little distracted.

The golden sun hung in the center of the dome, and under the blue sky and white clouds, a long column lined up in a long-distance trek array, the smoke and dust billowing slowly.

It was a very large force, and the rangers from the eastern knights, led by the Peak, orderly guarded the sides of the queue and the rear baggage, and sent scouts into the distance;

The southern infantry knights who wielded two-handed swords and fought in full armor, and the irascible and rude mountain rock guards guarded the Chinese army;

The knights of the Red Blood Castle, along with the heavily armed knights of the north, were at the head of the queue—a huge queue and countless banners, slowly passing through the endless meadows, quiet as a stealthy beast except for the heavy steps and the sound of ruts.

"What are you thinking, Duke?"

The one who spoke was Count Eckert of the Castle of Fury, silently riding a horse and following Loren's side, followed by the unconvinced Count Bosival and the even more unconvinced Count Angot.

And Ayn Rand, who refused to stay in the Red Blood Castle, led a group of alchemists from the Wizarding Guild to join this army.

After resting at Lookout, the Byrne's army from the north finally entered the territory of the Duchy of Boy, and in three days they were able to join up with the hussar corps of the Grand Duke of Varna... Or an army of invading centaurs.

For the purpose of the Joint Round Table, and to better control the Knights, after a series of careful deliberations, Loren chose Count Tris Eckert of Fort Fury as his lieutenant and de facto Legion Commander.

This is also a last resort - Loren has no experience in commanding thousands or even tens of thousands of people at all, and the only time he served as a commander was when he was in the Gumu Forest, and the "expeditionary force" of more than 100 people is of course impossible to compare with the entire legion.

Moreover, if he wanted to command this legion, he must also rely on the support of the Council of the Round Table - and the experienced Earl of Eckert, who was very famous among the Knights of Byrne, became Loren's first choice.

More importantly, Count Eckert of Fort Fury is also the only lord of the Thirteen Lords of Byrne to unconditionally support the House of Turin.

From assembling the legions and preparing the baggage, to determining the route of the march and the configuration of the ranks, the lord of the Castle of Fury, who was always silent, proved Loren to be right.

"It's fine, just a little curious all of a sudden. Loren shrugged indifferently and showed a very relaxed smile:

"I once heard the story of Brandon I the 'Sage', and the Duke of Boe recorded there was the Jonah family, why did this generation become the Varna family again?"

"That's because you don't know much about the history of the Boi... Of course, you are not to blame for this. Count Eckert happily spoke, "Even within the empire, Boi are exceptional, they are not family inheritances or nominations, but a system of 'rotation'. ”

"Rotation?"

To put it more figuratively, two families took turns to succeed to the throne - divided by the city of a thousand hordes, with the great Boi of the house of Jonah in the east and the small Boi of the Varna family in the west, and each other did not invade each other's domains, and whichever side inherited the city of the thousand hordes was the lord of Boi, the grand duke of the empire. ”

Count Eckert continued in a deep voice: "Under this system, the small Boi realm in the west is somewhat similar to our Byrne, and the Varna family even began to divide the grasslands and land into the family side branches, forming a relatively small council;

The House of Jonah of the Great Boi in the east, on the other hand, maintained the ancient Boi tradition, living on water and grass, fishing and hunting, and only occasionally crossing the border to raid some of the dwarven plain settlements, a matter that the former Duke of Byrne often had to mediate on behalf of both sides. ”

Speaking of this, even Count Eckert shook his head helplessly: "Of course, this generation of the Varna family is relatively strong, and Laszló Varna has served as the Grand Duke of Boi for three generations, which has also ensured the stability of the Boi region to a certain extent. ”

"So, one is a traditional Boi, and the other is a 'Byrne-like' Boi?" the little wizard on the side suddenly retorted.

"Byrne-Turned Boi... Very interesting statement. Count Eckert chuckled, "It would be more appropriate to say that one is a 'Boyeized' Byrne and the other is a 'Byrne-like' Bye." ”

"The Varna family is born from Byrne, but they are completely Boean in their bones, and the Jonah family is even more stubborn than some Byrnes when it comes to sticking to tradition and conservatism!"

"In other words, the Varna family might be more welcoming to our reinforcements, while the Jonah family might be more repulsive?" Loren said tentatively.

Count Eckert, who frowned slightly, paused, and looked at Loren with a somewhat complicated expression:

"It's... Neither is it. ”

Loren and Ain raised their eyebrows at the same time.

"As you say, the little Boi, who are more similar in customs to the Byrne, may be kinder to us, and the old-fashioned Big Boi will be more repulsive to outsiders, but ......"

Count Eckert sighed: "Grand Duke Laszló Varna, he ...... He's a hard guy to get along with. ”

"It's not easy to get along, you call that old thing a bad one?"

Count Angot, who snorted coldly, suddenly approached and glanced at Loren with a somewhat disapproving gaze: "Boy, remember how I greeted you on the day of the Round Table Council?"

"When we see that old thing, if he dares to blow up his wings, you put the sword around his neck - we'll clean up the rest for you!"