The misty and dense spring rain gently knocked on the smooth bluestone road, splashing some transparent raindrops, the road from Fort Dig to the town of Irwindale was completely shrouded in layers of rain and fog like a light veil, and the forests near and far were baptized by the rain, revealing a green spring, and the pace of the spring season seemed to have arrived in advance.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

A team of more than 20 black heavy cavalry rode red war horses like thunder and ran through the rain curtain, and the majestic and awe-inspiring momentum was pervasive, tearing apart the dense drizzle.

The heavy mask covered Modrian's face, and the scarlet color in his pupils kept flowing, just promoted to the rank of Knight Chief, he had too many details to explore about his own strength, and because of the reason for choosing the path of War Knight, the many heroes under his command provided limited help.

It is more dependent on his own exploration, including the understanding and use of [Knight Aura: Blood Radiance], and each time there will be a different harvest, like an endless treasure that can be slowly excavated.

Phew!

The azure blue bird soared in the early morning of the rainy night, the slender wings spread out left clear traces in the rain curtain, and the subtle cyan energy surged, as if melting into the heavens and the earth, the fine and blurry drizzle ignored her existence, and there was never a drop of rain falling on the body.

The cold wind blew, and the bluebird soared and swirled, marking a full moon in the air, and then fell like a sharp arrow, levitating over Modrian's shoulder, its beak moving slightly, as if whispering.

"Gregory waiting on the side of the road?" Modrian's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't choose to pass through the town of Irwindale this time, but set off directly from Fort Vorvo, wanting to save some trouble.

But now it seems that there should be something important, otherwise Gregory would not have come here without his own initiative, and the laws of the Noxian Empire are more strict than expected.

Modrian waved his right hand, signaling the Darius and Triphali legionnaires behind him to reduce their speed, this time to Limontanlu, there are not many people in the entourage, after all, it is the capital of a country, too many people will cause unnecessary disputes, especially when the storm is about to rise, eye-catching people will always be remembered.

Led by Darius, with Vorsman as his deputy, and 20 Trefali legionnaires, he was the entourage of the expedition.

In addition, considering the strength of the legend and the aspect of probing intelligence, the companions of Jana and Zai are in the dark of the team to prevent unexpected changes.

......................

The breeze carried the lush green grass dripping on the roadside with the spring rain, watering the trees on both sides of the road, and the occasional snoring of horses would blow a vacancy in the dense rain curtain.

Up close, a silent array of black cavalry stood in the drizzle, allowing the cold raindrops to scatter on the surface of the armor and turn into transparent droplets.

"Hey, Horace, are we just going to wait?" In front of the black array, on the edge of the far right, Congreve, who was wearing armor, moved his stiff body slightly, and complained softly.

"Why don't you meet in the town of Irwindale? It's in this damn rain curtain, baptized by the rain! ”

The young man known as Horace kept his posture straight, and when he heard the words of his companion, he explained softly without looking back, "Because the lord has his own considerations, he may not have the idea of entering the town of Irwindale. ”

Recalling the experience of joining the town guard of Irwindale these days, Horace's heart was full of surprise and curiosity, strict ranks, strong combat ability, perfect tacit cooperation, the Noxian Imperial cavalry gave him a strong shock, compared with his knowledge, it was no less than the elite cavalry corps defending the royal capital.

And the scenes of training and combat he saw also forced him to strengthen some thoughts in his heart, which is why he is standing here today.

"Alright, well, I don't want to know what other thoughts those noble lords have." Congreve glanced at the figure at the front of the array out of the corner of his eye, and continued to whisper.

"I just want to know how long we have to wait. I miss the warm bath water at home a little. ”

"According to the distance, it should be .........." Horace suddenly stopped, raised his constricted eyes, and his deep gaze seemed to penetrate the rain curtain and go straight into the distance.

At the same time, Gregory, who was at the forefront of the black cavalry array, pulled the reins, gently clamped the horse's belly, and slowly stepped forward, and Horace followed very tacitly.

"Hey, Horace, ..... you" Congreve beside him exclaimed, looking at his partner who had left the queue with a uncertain expression, a little at a loss.

The laziness and freedom that once belonged to mercenaries were almost wiped out by Noxian-style military training, and what remained was the unreserved execution of orders, such as those now forbidden.

A group of more than 20 cavalry broke through the rain curtain, the roaring horses' hooves crushed the dense rainwater, splashing a little muddy slurry, after seeing the situation from afar, the leader gently pulled the reins, and the horses jumped high, and the thick hooves kicked the falling rain.

"My lord, it's all right!" Seeing this, Gregory stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

Modrian lifted his visor, his calm face showed no expression, and he glanced slightly at the cavalry on Gregory's side and asked.

"What's important?"

"It's Horace who wants to see you, some news about Limontanlu." Gregory pointed to Horace, who was still calm at his side, and said that the recruited mercenary had found him late yesterday night and talked about something important.

"Horace Lindbergh Dalle, I've seen Baron Modrian!" Horace took off his helmet, put his right hand on his chest, held the sword in his left hand, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and then tilted his body slightly, extremely standard aristocratic etiquette.

Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, looking at Horace who was saluting in front of him, and his look of surprise disappeared for a moment.

"Lindbergh, Dale? Seems to have heard it somewhere..... Perris Castle... About Limontanlu ..... I remember. ”

"Ha, I didn't expect the barren Northland to attract a noble person from the Dale family, it seems that there is indeed a lot of excitement over there in the royal capital, are you looking for a helper?" Modrian looked at Horace and said indifferently.

There is only one nobleman with the surname of Dale in the Kingdom of Stoke, the hereditary marquis of the kingdom - the Dale family, and the current Marquis of Dale is the finance minister of the kingdom, the real top family.

"It seems that the previous rumors are not wrong, Baron Modrian is indeed not very popular in the Perris family, and I have never heard of my name." Horace said with a wry smile, judging from what he said, it seemed that he was very famous in aristocratic circles.

Hearing this, Modrian was not distracted by Horace's words, he once again looked at Horace's expression, and his mind was also looking for relevant memories.

Horace ........ Lindbergh...... The Daller family....... Wait, it's you? Modrian Huo Ran recalled the anecdote he had heard at the family banquet a long time ago, and his face was a little strange, the rumor that had been circulating from the royal capital for a long time.

"Aren't you sent out of the Stoke Kingdom and never returned?"

"Yes, that's me." Horace pointed to his face and nodded in acknowledgement. "For life!? Hehe, I still have a lot of things to put down, how can I run away in embarrassment? ”

"Presumably Baron Modrian is still a little puzzled, why am I looking for you, at such a time?"

"It's simple, I want to make a deal with you!"

"........ with the message of Limontanlu"