Estelle and Boys rode Viscount Ivanles' "wind" to the west on the snowy field, and to their left was the strict line of the Guardian Legion slowly advancing eastward. The footsteps are heavy and neat, like the rising and falling tide, while the compact sound of horses' hooves on the side is drifting on the tide. Estelle glanced at the array in some surprise, she originally thought that Viscount Ivanles was leading her own private troops, but she never thought that the first formation was completely constructed by the Guardian Legion, and it was a full Guardian Legion! In the time she didn't know, the infantry legions, which had been broken up in small groups and served in the various lords of the North, had been re-pinched together by someone with a strong wrist and forged into an iron nail, and Viscount Ivanles was the hammer that would be tasked with smashing the nail into the Vaal Snow Plain.

But in the blink of an eye, the "cold wind" had left the last row of guardians behind the horses' hooves, and the sound of tidal footsteps gradually subsided, and then the sound of horses' hooves was vividly overshadowed. Estelle couldn't help but marvel at the strength of the horse's feet. She didn't feel like she was riding the "cold wind", but instead gave birth to the illusion that she was sitting on another high-speed sliding dragon's tooth pine, which was also uncontrollable, only smoother and gentler. The reins were not a riding aid in her hands, but a clear line. Every time Eastelle made the slightest movement, she immediately felt a clear resistance from the other end of the reins. "Rinse" was only following the orders of Viscount Ivanles to transport her and Bandis to the rear of the main camp. She's not a rider, she's a cargo.

It turns out that there is such a divine horse, no wonder it can display that incredible wings flying back. Eastelle remembered the graceful sword of the old man on horseback, and the sharp kick of "Chill Wind". At that moment, the forces and forces fit together perfectly, supporting each other, sublimating each other, and forcing the out-of-control Dragon Tooth Pine to deflect the track with an unshakable attitude, otherwise the furious and galloping giant tree would inevitably crash into the rear line, causing unpredictable casualties. Wings fly back. Estelle silently recited the same elegant name in her mind, she had also studied the sword, but she had never been able to find a volunteer to train with her with a riding spear - the price of the poor pool was unbearable, even if it was a cork-sharpened spear covered with cotton, it could hit the internal organs without piercing the hard armor. It is said that the Knights of the Falcon had special equipment for practicing "wings and flying back", as well as a series of strict protection facilities, also from the inventor with a background in the royal academy. Estelle tries to find the drawings at the Royal Academy, but is told that the inventors have taken them back to the Knights of the Falcon Headquarters, and no copies have been kept. With the fall of the Falcon Knights in the North, those drawings were scattered in the dark corners of history, and the theoretical experience of sword skills was still recorded on parchment - in fact, it was no different from being lost. To this day, Viscount Ivanles has made a perfect demonstration in front of Istelle, showing both mellow swordsmanship and superb horsemanship. The moment when the giant tree and the old man intertwined replayed in Estelle's mind repeatedly, and she vaguely felt a trick.

"What are you thinking?" Grace called softly from behind.

"I'm reminiscing about Ivanles' 'Wings Flying.'" "How could I have forgotten that he was the Grand Instructor of the Knights of the Falcon," said Estelle. Fesdena is not far from the Finbrai plain, is this the so-called 'dark under the lights'? ”

"After all, you are a third-level knight of the Dragon Knights, and at the same time, you are also a hot political star, I am afraid that you will be seriously misunderstood if you come to ask an old falcon knight for his unique skills, right?" Having been with Estelle for so long, Boudis can also interpret the current political ecology of Livingston.

"It's ......," Estelle sighed in dismay. Flags fluttering in front of them were already faintly visible, and the dark blue cloth stretched like water waves, and the Polar Ice Cliff, the Golden Harp, the Silver White Blade, the Ice Wine Cup, the Hunting Bow, and the soaring dragon and raven were in the center. Under the banner are the heavily armed dragon knights. As Estelle approached, the array erupted in deafening cheers. Eastelle's long, flowing ice-blue hair was too dazzling to reveal her identity without a notice. The dragon knights looked at Estelle with adoring eyes. Many of them were defeated by Estel when she was in trouble with the Dragon Knight Academy, and since then they have become loyal fans of the born baroness.

"How does it feel?" Bao Daisy asked quietly.

"It's noisy." Estelle couldn't take her eyes off it.

"Rinfeng" stopped in front of the camp gate, tossed his back impatiently, and motioned for the two to hurry down. When Estelle and Boudis dismounted, it turned back eastward and galloped away. Estelle looked at the figure of the wind with envy, and then turned around, "I'll report to the marshal, you are waiting for me here." ”

"Our lady is back." Duke Alexis looked down at the wine glass in front of him, the surface of the water converging slightly with sound waves. He looked up, and Estelle duly opened the curtain and gave him a military salute.

"Welcome back, Baroness." Duke Alexis returned the salute calmly, "I hope you can provide some tangible enemy intel now, instead of playing scout games in the Vaal Snow Plains all night. His tone was almost identical to that of Viscount Ivanles.

Estelle found it amused, and she didn't answer immediately, but looked around the inside of the tent, where the famous round table had been moved into the tent, and all the lords of Livingston and above sat in a circle around it. Undoubtedly, this is the very top of the Pyramid of Livingston's power, where people look down on the North through a round table, like gods looking down on mortal dust from the clouds.

"The main force of the Barbarians of the Misty Mountains is not in the Vaal Snow Plains, but is densely scattered with a large number of raiding squads, each led by an Omenwolf Honor Guard." Estelle got straight to the point, "The real tide of raiding is still in the Misty Mountains, and they drove me out not long ago. It is expected that it will not be long before the vanguard led by Viscount Ivanles will be encountered. She concealed the existence of the "Omenwolf Wolf" and the details of her confrontation with the legendary creature, and the lords were not scholars of the Royal Academy, and they had no interest in mythology. "This year's raiding tide always feels different from previous years, in the past, they always swarmed down, and there was no formation to speak of. But the tide of depredation I have encountered today is different," Estelle carefully worded, recalling the gray-white tide before descending the mountain, "and they are not charging haphazardly, but marching in an organized manner. ”