A group of men and horses came up in front, led by a somewhat thin middle-aged man, with wrinkles on his face like a knife and an axe. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info is "Gray Wolf" Samael, and Esher recognizes this man who is on a par with Jeffrey in "Pan Dezhi Wei Shang", but the real person is less pleasing than the portrait, and his eyes radiate a cold and terrifying light like a pinpoint, like a hungry wolf.

However, Jeffrey seemed to have a personal relationship with Samael, and when he saw the group, he relaxed, waved at Samael affectionately, and the other man nodded in agreement, and then rode up with a puff of smoke.

"Jeffrey, you've lost weight after this trip, and how many pounds of oil have been sunburned by Janos?" Samael hugged Jeffrey vigorously and kept patting Jeffrey on the back, "Who is this?" ”

"Not to mention, there have been so many twists and turns along the way, and if I hadn't left early, I'm afraid my convoy and I would have been taken to the plains of Callindern. As for the guard I hired, his name is ......" Jeffrey was about to open his mouth, but found that he still didn't know Esher's name.

"Estheu." Eshua answered with a calm expression. Samael was stunned for a moment, as if he had filtered the name in his mind, before he stretched out his hand: "Hello, Samael Verne. ”

As soon as Eshu stretched out his hand, Samael's hand had already reached out like lightning, and this man who was famous for his business was not inferior to an excellent warrior in the slightest! Ai Xiu was caught off guard, his right hand was grasped, and there was a tingling pain with an itch in his palm. Samael quickly pulled away as soon as he struck a blow, and as he returned to his sleeve, a little chill on the ring ring ring flashed into Essho's field of vision.

Is that...... Eshu was shocked to find that he had suddenly lost control of his body, his consciousness began to blur, and the darkness gradually drowned out his vision like a tidal wave. Aeshu raised his hand in amazement, and there was a small hole in his palm that seemed to be a needle prick, and blue blood beads were emerging.

At the same time, Jeffrey coughed violently, the same blue blood foam spilling out of his mouth, and he looked at Samael in horror, but he was dumbfounded by the poison. The middle-aged man with cold eyes smiled like a wolf and said hoarsely in a voice that only Eshu and Geoffrey could hear, "Greetings to you, Goddess." ”

Before Essho could lose consciousness completely, he saw the cavalry behind Samael roar and draw his sword and pounce on him, and the thin man greeted him with a strange smile.

Fort Severcro.

Two burly halberd guards stood in front of the city gate, their halberds pointed angrily at the sky, and if it weren't for the terrifying cold light shining through the gaps in the visor, one would think that they were two still sculptures.

Located on the border between Sarion and the Empire, Fort Severcro had been in a state of first-class combat readiness as early as the New Year, and under the iron fist of Schneider, the tiger of gold and silver, a huge amount of logistics supplies were transported here through supply lines. Once the Duke of Elfwan has successfully knocked on the door of the Empire, Severcro Castle will become a springboard for thousands of Salion's men to travel south along this supply line and leap into the bloody ocean of war.

A flag rose from the horizon in pure Salion red, and as the flag approached Fort Severcro, the sword and shield emblem on it was clearly visible. The guards slowly turned their heads to look at each other, and they all saw the confusion in the other party's eyes: it was the military flag of the Duke of Elfwan, but the Duke should be attacking Fort Carlindhorn at this time, and there was no reason to turn back at this time.

As they galloped towards the city gates, their horses' hooves raising earthy yellow soot, the guards subconsciously raised their halberds, they belonged to the most violent anti-cavalry formation in Saarion, and could even cut off the horse's back with all their might. But the man did not have the slightest intention of reining in the horse, he threw out a bright silver token, and smashed it on the breastplate of the guard on the right, the guard saw the roaring lion on the token, and in a moment of hesitation, the man rode his horse over their heads, and the horse's belly was a punch from the tip of the halberd.

"Boom" the horse landed smoothly on all four hooves, and Lord Rolf, the captain of Duke Elfwan's personal guard, rushed into the castle without stopping.

Inner Fort.

The hall that had been used for banquets had been occupied by skilled soldiers, and people kept coming down from the castle tower of the inner fort with a carrier pigeon in their hands, and they took off the bamboo tube carried by the carrier pigeon and handed the secret letter to the man in the center of the hall.

The man was one-eyed, and a terrible scar stretched from his left temple to the bridge of his nose, almost opening half of his face. His intact right eye was unusually bright and deep, and there seemed to be a clash of swords in his pupils, as if the brilliance of both eyes had all converged on his right eye. He was frowning his eyebrows at the map, where the massive red, yellow, and brown arrows were intertwined with their teeth and entangled in the fortress of Turda. He turned his gaze to the red arrow that crossed the plains of Callindern, and his fingers slid a dotted line in the direction of the arrow that led to Issos, and then repeatedly and uneasily tapped the area, thoughtful.

A guard stepped up and whispered in the man's ear, "Rolf asks to see." ”

"Do you want to let the captain of your own guard report the victory?" The man picked up a small flag from the table and was about to plant it at Fort Carlindern.

The door was pushed open in a hurry, and the guards reacted quickly, and a stride had stopped in front of the door. "Get out of here!" The doorkeeper let out a low roar and shook the two guards to the ground with a wave of his arms.

"Rolf?" The man's hand moved, and he slowly raised his head, his gaze shooting like a pillar of ice, "Who let you in?" ”

Rolf glanced at the hall and slowly opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't make any sound, but the man understood his mouth, and the small flag in his hand was crushed by the "snap" in shock!

"Wait here." The man said coldly, turning and walking into the small hall.