"As of a few days ago, I have sent five patrols to Ismolola, each team consists of ten dragon warriors and one dragon knight." Lista said coldly, "In terms of combat strength, they will definitely not be inferior to the patrols of the Heavenly Lyra Sanctuary, but among the fifty-five people, only three have returned, and all of them are seriously injured. According to their reports, they encountered several waves of raiding squads, each with one to three honorary guards. He slammed several pieces of blood-soaked vellum on the table, "This is their deathbed report." ”

The Marquis of Clovis leaned back arrogantly in his chair and snorted through his nose: "The report of the dead, what does that mean?" The hand is on them, you can write whatever you want, and you can tell if it's true with a little blood? They may have encountered an ice bear or been surrounded by an ice wolf pack. ”

A magma rage poured out from the depths of Lista's eyes, and he clenched his fists, pressing forward dangerously, and the back of his right hand on the round table burst into red tendons like pythons.

"Lista! What do you want to do? Marquis Clovis straightened up unconsciously, and shouted with a stubble. Instinctive self-defense forced him to touch the hilt of the sword that didn't exist at his waist. Lista, the man nicknamed "The Red Hand", is always as dangerous as a volcano when he is angry. He just stood there, a look, a gesture that could make Marquis Clovis feel the power that could explode at any moment. He was no stranger to Lista either, having been under the city of Poimbru eight years ago and had watched Lista rush forward in a near-fatal stance, pounced on the Omenwolves of that generation. It was a struggle that no bard could describe in words, to sing about, two equally burly men rolling and fighting in the snow, with fists, with joints, with teeth, with everything that could be used as a weapon. Blood was splashed in large areas. When Lista tore open the wound on the Omenwolf's chest like a mad beast and pulled out its steaming heart bloodily, everyone - from the armies of the North to the remnants of the Misty Mountain Raiders - was horrified. Since then, when Lista is emotional, his right hand has always been swollen red with congestion, hence the name "Red Hand".

"Lista." Duke Alexis called from behind Lista.

"Your Excellency?" Lista didn't look back. Both of them spoke in a calm tone, like windless water, but anyone could hear the raging undercurrents beneath them. The other two dukes' expressions changed suddenly, and they got up to say something, but it was too late. "Beat him." Duke Alexis said indifferently, "Beat him until he apologizes." ”

"Yes!" A fist as red as charcoal and a sonorous word slammed into the face of the Marquis de Clovis, knocking him backwards to the ground, along with his chair. Marquis Clovis struggled to get up, but was kicked in the chest by Lista, who let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground again. Lista was about to fight again, but his wrist was held by a powerful palm, and he could no longer fall, as if he was stuck in a solid wall.

"That's enough, Captain. If he doesn't apologize like this, you'll shoot him to death! The man who stopped him whispered. He was not one of the lords present, and he had stood silently in the shadows behind Gregory IV since the beginning of the meeting, only to emerge from the shadows when Lista burst up. His eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to those of Gregory IV, but he is a little less haggard and a little more heroic, and the biggest feature is the two thick black eyebrows that are almost connected, making him look a little honest and honest. But an honest man can't stop Lista with one hand, and the man's name is Setanda Grageory, the king's brother, and Livingston's famous "Fierce Dog"!

Lista glanced at Setanda, and the power of his fist gradually relaxed. Setanda also let go of her hand in time. Marquis Clovis clutched his chest, barely half on his knees, and looked at Lista with resentful and fearful eyes: "How dare you—"

"It's my order, and here I am." Duke Alexis stood up and said in a cold tone, "Hey, look at me, Clovis, and see if you can finish what you just said." "His condescending gaze was like an upside-down ice spike hanging from the eaves, sharp and deadly." You Dragon Knights are all madmen, and you have nothing to say to you, the madman Grand Master. Marquis Clovis avoided his gaze and sat down again in his chair, "I'll apologize." He muttered indistinctly.

"Enough trouble?" Gregory IV said coldly, "I have come all the way from Raven City not to watch a farce of my comrades-in-arms. As we did eight years ago, we are once again in a dilemma both internally and externally. It was only when Ulrique chose to negotiate peace with us because the Empire was eyeing us in the south that we had the energy to deal with the Omenwolf of that generation, and finally concentrated the superior forces under the city of Zaibor and completed the battle. But this time, our opponent was the Fields Wills Union. Darsha, the Empire, and Sarion were all badly damaged in the great battle at the beginning of the year, and it was impossible to pose a threat to Fields in the short term. If it weren't for their loose political structure, Sigimund's name as a marshal, and their inability to successfully mobilize the two Edin Airy brothers, they would have been able to assemble an army of nearly 70,000 men. His somber gaze swept over the long table, and his voice grew louder and louder, "And you, at this juncture, are fighting during the round table!" ”

"Especially you! Clovis! Gregory IV snorted. Marquis Clovis was shocked and lowered his head: "Your Majesty! ”

"From the founding of Livingston to the present, the Dragon Knights have sacrificed countless excellent warriors. They have long since proved their loyalty to the North with their blood. If you dare to question the meaning of their sacrifice, there will be no place for you at the Round Table from now on! ”

"Don't dare." Marquis Clovis lowered his head, not even daring to raise his hand to wipe the nosebleed that came out.

"Good." Gregory IV said, "One thing must be clear, the Wolf of Omen must be fought, and the Western Front must not be lost." He looked at Duke Alexis, "Frost, what do you think?" ”

There was a long silence, and Duke Alexis simply folded his hands together thoughtfully. But everyone present understood that the hammer had been raised. This round table is also time to put an end to it. Just as Kairos, the Empire's Mountain Commander, is the backbone of the Shadow Legion, this man who has always been as cold as ice and as deep as ice is the backbone of the entire North. From the first dragon and lion battle to the ice and fire of the second dragon and lion battle, as well as hundreds of fierce battles and bloody battles of all sizes, Frost Alexis has already proved that he is not a famous general, but a famous general!

"Lista, get a map of the North." Duke Alexis said slowly.