As the spectators could see, the Mecklenburg Legion led by Baron Ron cleverly exploited its numerical superiority, and although the first line was easily crushed by the Teutonic Knights, the elite troops held the second line of defense firmly, allowing the defeated soldiers to regroup in the rear, and the Teutonic Knights seemed to themselves to be facing a huge rolling wheel.

"Fight, fight, we are elite Teutonic knights, how can we not defeat these ordinary soldiers?" Count Yves was the first to take the lead, but even he felt sweaty, and Count Yves began to feel the weight of the chain mail on his body.

"Huh, Lord Earl, we seem to be surrounded." The other Teutonic knights waved their wooden swords against the soldiers, they also felt fatigued, and when they had defeated one wave of Mecklenburg soldiers, another wave of rested and high-spirited Mecklenburg soldiers rushed forward, and the Teutonic knights felt as if they were swinging their swords into the water.

"Yves did not bring the power of the Teutonic Knights to good use." Arold shook his head in disappointment, he knew that his brother Yves was a brave fighter, a rare fierce general, but commanding a legion required a strategic strategist.

"The Teutonic Knights should be out of battle at this time, and it is a good idea to rearrange their position." That's time, Dylan. Matt said thoughtfully.

"Hey, when did our justices become proficient in the art of war?" Brother Elvet said sarcastically.

"I don't know exactly how to go to war, but when you are in an unfavorable situation, it is undoubtedly the most unwise choice to hold on." Dylan. Matt ignored Brother Elvet's sarcasm.

"Even if they retreat at this time, the Teutonic Knights will not be able to go into battle quickly, even if they are on the battlefield." Arold's heart moved slightly, and he glanced at Dylan, who was riding on the servant's neck. Matt.

The Duke was right, and he retreated in shame and without honor. It's better to fight your way out, and maybe there will be a chance to fight. "Brother Elvet is also a priest who has entered the battlefield, and he knows that in the ever-changing battlefield, at the critical moment, it is sometimes to see who can grit his teeth and make it to the end.

"I agree with that, but that's when the power is evenly balanced. The Teutonic Knights were only temporarily suppressed, and once they came to their senses, the outcome was not certain. "Dylan. Matt said.

"Hmm." Arod listened to the words of both sides, and already had an idea in his heart, and he turned his horse's head and walked backwards.

"Lord Duke, aren't you watching the battle?" Brother Elvet looked curiously at Arrod, who had left, and asked him.

"No need, what should have been watched has been watched, and what should have been listened to has been heard." Arold didn't look back. He waved behind him and led his personal entourage away.

"What do you mean, Lord Duke?" Brother Elvet looked at Dylan in bewilderment. Matt asked.

"Didn't the Duke say that? What he should do has been done, okay, respected Gong Xiang, please pay the bet, willing to lose the bet. "Dylan. Matt blinked slyly and said to Brother Elvet.

The disappearance of the Duke of Mason caused an uproar in the Duchy of Mason. The courtiers in the Duke's realm were terrified and overwhelmed, and the robber nobles took the opportunity to plunder everywhere. The laws of the principality are gone, the towns are closed to protect themselves, and the barons in the castle are in tandem with each other and don't know what they are planning?

As for the duke's vassals, some of them already have plans to become independent, so it can be said that the Duchy of Mason of the Herman family is in turmoil, but there are also people of insight who are discussing how to stabilize the situation of the Duchy of Dìng, in fact, they quickly found a suitable candidate.

"Princess Josie. Now only Princess Josie can put an end to this chaos. The Count of Weimar took the case, but the voice full of a sense of justice was not strong, and even the sound he made with all his strength was not as loud as the cough of the Count of Thuringia.

"I have no preconceptions about Her Royal Highness Princess Josie, but she is a female heiress. Legally speaking, there is no right to take care of the affairs of the Duchy of Mason. Count Praun said with a frown, from the perspective of the principality's law of succession.

"But we don't have a ready-made candidate for the Herman family, and the direct blood relative of the Herman family, except for the Duke, is his sister Her Royal Highness Princess Josie." The Count of Thuringia explained according to the kinship of the bloodline.

"Well, but Princess Josie is already married to Arrod, ha, that kid, and now he's a duke." The Count of Weimar sat down panting, and his little lady could have choked him.

"The Duke of Mecklenburg is a righteous man, and with his army he can restore order to the Duchy, and on the way here, I passed through the Duke's direct domain, and I was robbed by three robbers in a row." The Earl of Praun had a good opinion of Arrod, and he immediately agreed.

"Indeed, the Duke's life and death are uncertain, and it is only reasonable that we will temporarily welcome back Princess Josie as regent." The Count of Thuringia nodded slightly, his hand holding the wine glass shook and sweat broke out on his forehead, the Count of Thuringia was old, and he only wanted to be able to transfer his territory safely to the heir, so any change in the duchy would not be in his interest.

"But aren't you afraid of that boy Arrod?" The Count of Weimar squinted at the other vassals, and he reminded the others.

"What do you mean?" Count Praun asked, frowning.

"Lord Duke is just uncertain, if he comes back alive, just Princess Josie will be fine, but will Arold obediently hand over power and land? Don't forget how he came from a country nobility. Said the Count of Weimar.

"Lord Arrod is not that kind of person." Count Praun shook his head in disbelief and said.

"You're not a roundworm in his stomach, how do you know he won't? If he refuses to return power to the Duke, a civil war that we would have avoided will probably have to be fought even greater. The Count of Weimar stroked his forehead and swore to the other counts.

"What Lord Count Weimar said is also reasonable, although we have an alliance with Lord Arrod, if the security of the duchy is endangered, we should unite to limit the power of the Mecklenburgers." The Count of Thuringia put down the glass in his hand, what he feared most was that foreign forces would control the principality, and any change or reform would make him tremble.

"So we have to discuss this matter more carefully." The Count of Weimar rubbed his belly and said to the other counts. (To be continued......)