In the silence of the night, the snowflakes slowly fall, accumulating halfway up the mountainside, and the faint starlight sprinkled by the starry sky reflects the white world, and the snow makes a sound with the howling wind.

The gates of Fort Dig slammed open, and rows of orderly Noxian Imperial cavalry rode out, snowflakes splashed with the dull sound of horses' hooves.

Modrian looked through the black armor, a full 350 Noxian Imperial cavalry stood like sculptures on the mountainside, the black armor had white snow falling, and the red war horses that stepped down made a cry from time to time, spewing out a faint white gas.

In addition to the present, he led another 10 Trifali legionnaires on the advice of Darius. Ten war stonemasons and 10 Noxian expeditionary cavalry will go on the expedition, and the rest will be guarded by Crane under the leadership of Fort Vovo.

Defend?

No! For the Noxian Empire, there is only attack and killing, which is the pride engraved in the bones of the Noxian people.

Dressed in hideous steel armor, Darius stood at the front of the team on horseback, his tiger-like eyes ignoring the falling snowflakes and staring at each Noxian Imperial cavalryman, his scarlet cloak waving in the wind, pulling a bright red in the snow-white world.

"Let's go!"

A low roar echoed over Fort Digwo, and there weren't too many declarations of the expedition, just two words, but it still stirred the minds of the Noxian Imperial cavalry, bloodlust and fanaticism appeared in their eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered like thunder, shattering the snowflakes all over the ground, and then piercing the night like sharp arrows, leaving a trail like a comet.

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In the town of Irwindal, on the towering city walls, Manan Jerome is the garrison, but he is on guard tonight, and he is not alone, the magic lights shine, and the battlements are guarded everywhere.

"Damn the snow, it feels like it's going to get bigger and bigger!" Manan looked up at the falling snowflakes, rubbed his palms, and whispered.

"Who would have thought? I thought it wouldn't snow around the Glorious Festival, but I didn't want it to get up at the beginning of spring. Gna, the captain of the city defense army beside him, glanced at his old boss and said with a smile.

"But I heard from the old people in the town that the first snow of the new year is a sign of a good harvest this year, so let's hope so."

"A good omen?"

Manan shook his head and smiled bitterly, after receiving the bloody incident from Lafargue City yesterday, he knew that the situation in the north of the Stoke Kingdom would not be too good this year, and he looked in the direction of the Lemmor Mountains, where the neighbors heard that there was a lot of trouble.

"Gna, is it time for the changing of the guard for the sentinels outside?" Wandering away from his thoughts, Manan asked about his responsibility, the fall of Wheatley Manor, but it was a wake-up call for various towns in the northern part of the kingdom, which is why he was on guard tonight.

"It's supposed to be there, right?" Gna counted the time, said uncertainly, and then he was ready to get up and go out. "My lord, I'll go out and take a look, you rest and wait here, it's very windy and snowy outside."

"No need, let's go out together." Manan frowned, there was a sense of solemnity on his dark and fat face, I don't know if it was the recent nervousness or what, he always felt that something was going to happen.

Boom!

The wooden door of the sentry was slammed open, and a city guard in iron armor ran in in a panic, and after meeting Manan and Gna, he gasped and said, "My lord, urgent information, a large wave of cavalry passed through the town of Irwindale and headed south. ”

Manan felt nervous when he heard this, and then picked up the liquor from the wooden table and handed it to the sentry in front of him, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, slow down, a large wave of cavalry? How many people? Where did the cavalry come from, can you know the direction? ”

"In the direction of the Lemmor Mountains, there is a high probability that it is a subordinate of the pioneer knight Lord Modrian, and the number is around 300-500." The Sentinel drank the spirits, feeling much warmer, and his tone began to calm down.

Heading south? La Fargue City? The Wheatley Manor incident?

I don't know why, Ma Nan subconsciously linked three things together, a cavalry team of more than 300 people, if it was the elite cavalry he had seen, then it seemed that something really was going to happen.

As for why that Lord Modrian had so many cavalry, it was not in his consideration, curiosity would kill people.

Without any hesitation, Manan immediately turned around, grabbed Gna's shoulders tightly with both hands, and ordered in a serious tone: "Immediately, immediately, send out all the city defense guards who are now on duty, and tonight I will let Baron Benny and His Excellency Count Raphael know what is happening here." ”

"Yes, sir." Gna also realized that something was wrong, and quickly turned to inform the lazy city guard guards, who had seen the terrifying black cavalry before.

In the snowy night, Manan was left alone at the sentry, raised his hand to pick up the wine jug next to the table, poured a sip of spirits, and whispered: "The situation in the north of the kingdom is going to be completely chaotic, hey, is the glory of peace about to cease to exist........

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Edallas City, Harriman Castle, in a low-key and luxurious study.

Count Raphael seemed to have just gotten up, and sat quietly in his silk pajamas, listening to the report of Atley's butler beside him.

"Are you sure?" After listening to the urgent information, Count Raphael pondered for a while, his old face was full of solemnity, and finally spoke slowly.

"It was an urgent message from Manan Jerome, the town garrison of Irwindal, and there should be no problem." Butler Atley said softly.

"Heh, it's really crazy, it's not much better than Brooke's, if not better." Count Raphael's dark eyes showed a hint of approval, although the outcome of the war was unknown now, but Modrian's resolute choice, he especially appreciated.

"Is there any movement on Benny's side?"

"No, the garrison's mansion has not made any other abnormal movements so far, except for the city defense sentry who sent information before." A strange look flashed in Butler Atley's eyes, as if he couldn't see Baron Benny's choice clearly.

"Haha, it seems that Benny wants to stay out of the matter and doesn't want to get involved in this battle for the hereditary title of the Perris family." Count Raphael said softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Butler Atley ignored the sarcasm in the lord's tone, because of Lambert's matter, the lord complained a lot about Viscount Brooke's side, but he did not completely cut off contact because of this, but it was not as frequent as before.

"So what do we do now? The warrant sent by Viscount Brooke some time ago, hoping that we can secretly provide some help to Modrian. Butler Atley asked.

"Wait for the result, maybe there's already a war over there!"

Count Raphael's gaze seemed to travel through the distance of space, falling on the invisible war, and he had a strange premonition, as if the outcome of the war between the second son of the Perris family and the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion might surprise many people, and at the same time change many factors and situations.

"The chaotic situation has just begun, and there are many possibilities for choice!"