Viscount Ivanles sat on a solid gray-haired horse, his helmet tucked casually under his armpit, and the blue-bottomed raven flag fluttering in his gray hair. Gal Bod followed behind his horse. In front of them is the vast snowfield, and in the back is Ravenston's hoplite unit, the Guardian Legion.

Although it is known as a heavy infantry, the standard equipment of the Guardian Legion can no longer keep up with the times - the current Guardian Legion is still using the third generation of lock plate hybrid armor - that is the army's standard armor that was on the verge of obsolescence before the fall of the Pander Empire. It's not that Livingston's smelting technology can't keep up with the times, there are many scholars who specialize in metals in Wang Li's college, and many of them are in the prime of life, who opened a blacksmith shop in Poynbru, forging their own to verify theories, and by the way, making some research funds for people to make money. However, the resources of the North are too scarce, and with the tacit approval of Gregory IV, nearly sixty percent of them are focused on upgrading the equipment of the Dragon Knights, so that the Knights, which are not recognized by the Charter of Valids, have always maintained a strong competition with their regular counterparts. The remaining thirty percent was divided between the Boimburu garrison and the Sanctuary garrison, and the remaining ten percent was left to the Livingston Rangers. The Guardian Legion can even compete with the newly formed Highland Combined Forces for scraps. On the other hand, Livingston's two evil neighbors, Fieldsway, with the support of the Grandet family, invested heavily in buying out the latest composite forging steel technology of Mettenheim early, and based on this, he created three extremely powerful elite hoplites: the Spring Guard, which is only under the direct command of King Vidis and has strong anti-cavalry ability, the wilderness commando regiment under the Grandet family, and the champion swordsman wing under the command of the Marquis of Siggimond; Each unit claimed to be the "Conqueror" of the heavy cavalry capable of striking Barkley head-on. Although the military core of Sarion was never infantry, the heavy cavalry was the sharpest fangs of the lion, and the infantry array was mainly composed of light assault infantry known for their mobility, and the role was to assist the cavalry to tear apart the enemy's line; But the Sarion Praetorian Guard, who defend the royal city and are loyal only to the Silver Throne, are out-and-out hoplites, and legend has it that their shields are made of mystical Noldor metal and are so solid that the Empire's heavy crossbows are hard to penetrate. Considering the current tense relationship between the Noldor elves and human society, no one dares to delve into the truth of the legend.

To be sure, the Guardian Legion's equipment is not bad, after all, it is still part of the regular combat sequence, and the protection performance of the third-generation chain plate hybrid armor can still crush the mercenary's miscellaneous armor, but it is really not comparable to the deep heritage of the two evil neighbors. Within the North, the Guardian Legion is the well-deserved Guardian of Livingston, the trump card of trumps, even the Lion Knights led by Duke Brenus will not rush to attack their front from the front. But once they lose the protection of the snow, they are too weak to attack, like the giant Titan in ancient mythology, standing on the ground with both feet on the ground, he is immortal, and his divine power is endless, but Titan is finally strangled by another giant.

After much deliberation, the Duke of Alderma finally assigned the Vanguard Officer to Viscount Ivanles, allowing him to lead the Guardian Legion into the Vaal Snow Plains first. No one objected, including Duke Alexis, who had always been at odds with Viscount Ivanles, because the choice was impeccable. Viscount Ivanles may have become a fringe figure in Livingston's political circles, but that doesn't mean he's also sidelined in the military arena - veterans are always the army's most valuable resource, and they may not have the energy and drive of young people to fight, but their rich experience allows them to deal with all kinds of emergencies on the battlefield with ease. The only way for young people to have the ease of strolling around the flames of war is to become veterans as well.

"Gelbod, you come with me." Viscount Ivanles clamped the horse's belly, and the steed quickened his pace knowingly. Gal Bod was slightly startled, and rode his horse to follow, and the father and son quickly pulled away from the troops, not too far, but the wind and snow had created enough privacy space.

"How old are you?" Viscount Ivanles took the reins, slowed his pace, and beside Gelbod, nonchalantly asked.

"Twenty-eight." Gellbold replied.

"It's twenty-eight......," Viscount Ivanles sighed with emotion, "I still vaguely remember how you asked the old king for candy." ”

Gellbold blinked awkwardly, speechless. He himself was not happy to talk about his age. He was the youngest son of Viscount Ivanles, but the eldest and second sons had been killed in the First Battle of the Dragon and Lion in 335, so he was now the sole heir to the House of Ivanles. It's just that he himself is not up to the same age in Livingston, and it stands to reason that he is the same generation as Gregory IV and Duke Alexis, but he was only nine years old at the time of the first dragon and lion battle, and he had just learned to hold a sword. In the Second Battle of the Dragon and Lion, which began in 345, although he followed his father, Viscount Ivanles, to stop the invasion of Viscount Brenus the Younger, he was defeated by the future famous general. His peers had risen to power at the speed of light after the Battle of the Dragon and Lion, but Gelbord's title was even lower than that of his peers.

"Sometimes I wonder if you would be in a much better place if I had died in Raven City." "At least you will inherit Fenbre Castle," said Viscount Ivanles, and others will respectfully call you Lord Earl, and you will most likely be offered a place at the round table, and you will be the only one in the war, and not as you are now, and only my deputy." ”

"Why did my father say that?" Gelbold replied in a low voice, "My father is a role model for all knights in the North, and it is my greatest luck to be able to learn from him. ”

Viscount Ivanles glanced at Gellbod in disappointment: "If you don't say anything, you don't have to excuse yourself, there is only silent ice and snow around us, you don't need to hide it." ”

Gelbold smiled: "The knight is frank, there is no need to hide it. ”

"Is it so......" Viscount Ivanles sighed, put his hand on Gelbod's shoulder, and sighed heavily, his body on horseback invisibly slumped. He looked up at the gray sky with a flutter of snow in his eyes, and then he sat up straight, and when he looked at Gelbord, there was no longer the kindness of his father, but only the pure, steely majesty:

"Then why did you go behind my back and leak the news of Wren's coming to me to Frost?"