East of Talon Carat Fort, Vaal Snow Field.

The snow finally stopped all night and the snow was up to the ankles on the road to Boinbru. A detachment of troops trekked silently and with difficulty along the main road. The military flag embroidered with three edelweiss rabbits was scrawled to a baggage cart and tilted awkwardly. The flag fluttered without any support, as if it would be torn off the flagpole by the bitter cold wind at any moment.

Ahead of this force was a knight in full armor, who rode limply on his warhorse, his body lying as if he were overwhelmed by the weight of metal, and the reins were absentmindedly held in his hands.

"My lord, the scout we sent out a few hours ago hasn't returned yet." An adjutant came out of the ranks and trotted to the knight's horse to report.

The knight made an impatient gesture, "That's what you should worry about, don't bother me." ”

The adjutant reluctantly raised his right hand, crossed his thumb across his eyebrows, gave a Livingston military salute, turned back to his team, and sent out a few more rangers. I secretly lamented in my heart how I could become this lord's servant.

Farmore Bogdan, Earl of Livingston. In Ferzway or Sarion, two countries that were also born from the embers of the Pander Empire and inherited the aristocratic title system, being given a count means that you have entered the political arena of scheming and become a true decision-maker.

But things are slightly different in Livingston. In the North, the Earl is the most unexpensive title, and even the Baron, the most humble title that can be redeemed for war exploits alone, will have a much higher gold content than most of the Counts of Livingston. Because rich military exploits often go hand in hand with extraordinary martial arts or outstanding military accomplishments. But it doesn't take anything to become an earl in Livingston, just a little luck and a little bit of goodwill from the king. After the end of the First Battle of the Dragon and Lion, the surviving sons of the Gatelords were generously granted titles and fiefs by Gregory IV to their fathers. Bogdan just happened to have a father count who was enshrined in Hornfort Mystery, and his father happened to be killed in the defense of Raven City, and that's it. The only example of his battle that can be remembered is the "Battle of the Sun and Burning the Snow" that is still talked about today. Vincent Brennus, who was only a viscount at the time, used the Ice Bridge guarded by Bogdan as a breakthrough. Bogdan's defensive line, if that could be called a defensive line, was shattered by the lion's thunderstorm, and Brennus broke through the siege and flew away, and Duke Alexis, who commanded the siege, became the backdrop for the lion's roar.

But as a count, Bogdan was able to attend the round table and give his opinion. It's just that his voice is pitifully low - this is most intuitively reflected through the strength of troops. The troops he was able to mobilize from his territory were no more than eight hundred, most of them were infantry from the Guardian Corps, a small number of rangers as scouts, and a supernumerary Livingston Ranger Regiment—the so-called supernumerary, that is, the fifteen Ranger regiments that did not have regular numbers in Ravenston, and most of the members were restless hunters. Its nature is probably similar to that of the chivalrous knights of Sarion, which is made up of veterans. The level of elite is slightly inferior to that of the regular army.

Bogdan didn't think that this man would be able to make much of a storm when it came to Boynbru. How many defenders are there in Poynbru? Five thousand? Six thousand? In the past, these thousands of people could drag the army of Misty Mountain, five or six times their size, under the walls of Boimbulu for months, and the battle loss ratio was one to twenty in a crushing posture. But now that the supply line has long been cut off by the raiding team, how long can these five or six thousand people hold out in the face of supply shortages? In previous years, it was Ravenston who was logistically stuck at the throat of the natives of the Misty Mountains. This year, however, the strategic position of the two sides has been turned upside down. Bogdan's military literacy has long been criticized, but the current situation is so sinister that it doesn't need to be analyzed to see it. And Bogdan was leading his eight hundred or so men to put their necks on the blade.

But Bogdan had to bite the bullet because Duke Alexis had his wife and children's lives on his hands. But he never dared to resentfully the fact that he was being blackmailed, and he had only pure fear for Duke Ryan's blank sheet of paper, moody face.

The horse under his crotch suddenly became agitated, his nose fluttering in horror, and a thick white mist erupted. In the huge, clear black pupils, fear spreads like water streaks. It was almost ready to break its sin and run out, but Bogdan hurriedly grabbed the reins, but was nearly thrown off his horse. Suddenly, the obedient beast began to rebel against Bogdan. At the same time, a similar reaction occurred on the pack horses pulling the baggage carts. Without exception, the trained horses exuded extreme panic. There seemed to be a hint of uneasiness in the cold wind. But what makes them react so violently?

"What's going on?" Bogdan rolled over and dismounted in a fit of rage. No sooner had he landed on the snow with one foot than he had stepped on the stirrup with the other, when the steed let out a terrible roar and galloped out. Bogdan was caught off guard and fell headlong into the snow, and the heavy armor immediately pressed the snow out of a human-shaped crater. The adjutant scrambled to help him up. "Let's find out what's going on!" Bogdan, who felt disgraced, angrily shook off the adjutant's hand and dusted the snow off his body vigorously, and his armor was slapped by him "clattering".

"There are wolves on the north slope!" A supernumerary ranger with good eyes shouted, "There's someone on the wolf's back!" ”

Bogdan looked at the north slope of the road at the same time as the lieutenant. A giant white wolf was looking down on them condescendingly. Its presence made the horses in the team even more frenzied, and the neighing of the horses came and went. A naked man sits on the back of a wolf, his hands folded around his chest, his muscles bulging into rock-like angular lines in the cold. He stared coldly at the army down the hillside, and strong men in white wolf skins appeared one after another behind him.

Horror exploded in Bogdan's mind. Duke Alexis deceived him! Didn't you say that the Omenwolf wasn't interested in me as a person? Why did his Guardian of Honor appear at this time? Who the hell is the man riding on that giant wolf?

"My lord, it's not good!" The adjutant whispered.

Who can't see that? Bogdan wanted to spray the adjutant in the face, but his lips trembled and he couldn't say a word. Memories of shame flashed back to him many years ago, and he reacted the same way he did now to the lion knight who lunged at the bridge of ice like a sea of mountains. Columns...... Spell! Greet...... Enemy! It took him almost all his strength to squeeze out those four words. What kind of formations can be formed? How to meet the enemy? He didn't know.

But naturally someone will help him set it up. "The infantry phalanx advances! Ranger Release! Rangers keep their distance and harass! Don't let them come close! The adjutant roared and gave the order, and there were only more than thirty people on the northern slope, which was extremely different from his own eight hundred, and there was not even any comparison of the strength of the two sides. His voice revealed his location and identity. The man riding the giant wolf glanced at the adjutant, pulled out a giant axe from behind him, and raised his hand high. The adjutant reacted quickly, and immediately realized the danger the moment he saw the man raise his hand, and he threw himself under a baggage cart and hid himself between the wheels - even if you throw well, you can't do anything about me, right?

It was the last thought of his young life.

The man swung the giant axe lightly, and in the next second, a blazing meteor smashed down from the north slope!