In front of the town of Irwindale.

The flames of war seem to be extinguished, but the allied forces of nobles in full gear have enough firewood for the war effort, ready to light the blazing bonfire again.

"So, you've failed? Baron Barrett! ”

Viscount O'Neill quietly looked at the silent town of Evendelle, and said in an indifferent tone, no emotion was visible in his deep eyes.

Three steps away, Barrett, who had returned in embarrassment, heard the words, and his unwilling expression appeared on his face, but in the end, he lowered his head in decadence and said silently: "Yes, I failed. ”

After the rout, the victory was divided, Barrett's light cavalry suffered heavy losses, and fewer than a hundred people fled with him, and there were only five surviving extraordinary professionals.

The Barrett light cavalry, once famous in the northern part of the kingdom, is dead in name!

Perhaps more than that, Barrett's face turned pale. The defeat in the Plains War had deprived him of a chance to go further, and now he was a loser in the eyes of the Noble Alliance, and even if the war was won, the benefits would only be a small part.

However, if he loses this war, his barony may fall to the rank of lord or even court nobleman.

This is what he does not allow, the title that he has worked hard to obtain, and he has not yet had time to form a noble family, so he is so dilapidated and lonely, he is unwilling.

Looking back, Viscount O'Neill saw Barrett's changing expression at the moment, his face full of fear and unwillingness, just a battle, leaving a haze on the once brave warrior.

"It is worthy of being an elite cavalry that can destroy iron thorns, which is indeed commendable. Unfortunately, this time it will be swallowed up by the tide of war. ”

Viscount O'Neill was thoughtful, then looked directly at Barrett, and said: "The war has just entered the orbit, and it has not yet reached the end, Barrett, you still have the possibility to change the current situation, don't let me down!" ”

After saying that, Viscount O'Neill stopped looking at Baron Barrett and turned his head to look at the knight beside him.

"Bennett, go tell our fellows, it's time for the real battle, and the town of Irwindale can be enjoyed as a dessert after victory."

"Yes!" Bennett waved his hand, and a dozen Craigie heavy cavalry disappeared into the night, galloping in different directions.

With the order of Viscount O'Neien, the aristocratic coalition army that had surrounded the town of Irwindale began to shrink its line, except for an infantry force of 300 men left to defend the enemy rushing out of the town, all the other soldiers were slowly changing formations.

Without determining the movement of the cavalry under Modrian's command behind him, the noble coalition will not launch any further attacks.

For some nobles who lived through the Great Patriotic War, heavy cavalry was king on the plain, and no one would want to try the charge taste of heavy cavalry.

What's more, most of the soldiers here now are the guards in their mining territory, and once there are heavy losses, even if the war is won, it will deeply affect the final gains.

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The light of dawn opened the night, the sky gradually appeared a touch of fish belly, a faint mist rose, and the emerald green plains were covered with silver-white frost.

The aristocratic coalition waited in vain, and a cavalry team as black as ink slowly appeared on the plain as if crossing the sky, a white double-edged battle axe painted on the red pennant fluttering in the wind.

"Hand of Noxus, Darius! What a strange title. ”

Viscount O'Neill looked at the burly middle-aged man like a lion at the front of the cavalry ranks, with a hideous giant axe behind him, and his invisible momentum faintly exuded inexplicable terror.

According to the report of the dark line in the town of Irwindale, the current position of Darius is second only to the Modrian Knight in Fort Digwag, and he has considerable autonomy.

Viscount O'Neill then looked at the heavy cavalry in black armor, a truly top-tier cavalry force, even more elite than the heavy cavalry of the Elanfaro Empire that he had seen in the Great Patriotic War.

Ask yourself, the Craigie heavy cavalry is far inferior, but a war is not won by one heavy cavalry, otherwise what would the other arms do.

For the victory of this war, for the refined iron veins of the Lenwall Mountains, and for the heavy cavalry who are good at shock and melee combat, Viscount O'Neill can be said to be fully prepared.

"The stage has been set, and it's time for the war to begin." Viscount O'Neill muttered in a low voice, and the old firm voice sounded at the right time.

"Pass my orders, pikemen come forward, archers prepare!"

"Yes!"

The herald immediately turned and left, and then a loud whistling sound was heard in the array of the noble coalition.

"Spearmen come forward, archers prepare!"

"Spearmen come forward, archers prepare!"

When the interests of the demand were aligned, the nobles in the alliance did not refuse the order of Viscount O'Neien, and commanded the soldiers under their command to quickly form a battle formation.

The most elite pikemen lined up in front, followed by elite veterans, then recruits who had not bathed in the blood of war, and then groups of archers standing together.

This is the classic formation on the continent of Karadimos against heavy cavalry, and is suitable for most situations.

After all, in the face of heavy cavalry charges, it is unrealistic to rely on the presence of infantry alone, and the weight of war horses and cavalry alone is enough to knock any infantry who stands in its way to the ground.

The formation of the aristocratic coalition is standing, and the situation of war is about to break out at this moment!

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In the southeast corner of the narrow plain, an emerald green thorn flag danced gently with the spring breeze, and the light of dawn fell on the quiet camp.

In the middle of the camp, a large wild boar sits on a burning bonfire, roasted in flames, and the golden skin layer exudes the smell of meat.

Crunch!

The snow-white sharp chopping knife easily cut a large piece of hot meat like a floating feather, and then, a fat palm stretched out and grabbed the golden piece of meat casually.

"Hmm~Hmm, it's delicious food, Hearst, would you like to try it?" The bald man sat casually on the plain, chewing on pieces of wild boar meat in his mouth, the juice overflowing, and the smell of meat wafted.

"No, Lord Pallizer. It's almost time for us to leave for our destination. To the right of the bald man, there stood a middle-aged man in dark green heavy armor, his resolute face full of helplessness.

"What's the hurry, I'll definitely do what I promised that guy Alcott, and what does it matter to me about the war of that group of nobles?" Palitzer said nonchalantly, the snow-white chopper flickered again, cutting through the fat leg of the pig, and the transparent grease dripped onto the grass.

"I know their dirty minds, but in the end, who uses whom depends on who is hard in their respective fists!"