Just as Levarian was turning his sharp blue eyes into two slits, hoping to see the battle going on in the distance, a knight ran ahead, dressed like the Black Iron Falcon heavy cavalry behind him.

"Lyman, what's going on?"

The knight named Lyman was a burly man, with gray sideburns and wrinkles on his forehead, indicating that he was no longer young, but his fierce aura had not diminished in the slightest, and it was clear that he was a battle-hardened veteran.

As the deputy commander of the "Black Iron Falcon Heavy Cavalry Regiment", Levarian, who usually serves as the head of the regiment, is busy with affairs, and all the things of the cavalry regiment, including logistics and training, are in charge of him, and as an old subordinate who has followed the city lord for nearly 20 years, he has dedicated all his youth to Zareis, and he is also Levarian's most trusted person.

As the deputy head of the regiment, he didn't need to go to the front to inquire about the news in person, but this has been Lyman's habit for many years, and it is useless for anyone to say.

"Lord Count, as you wish, the soldiers on the other side are already very tired, and the ammunition of those Chaos Dwarven musketeers is almost depleted, and the subordinates feel that it is time to launch a general attack."

Like other forces in the Frontier Princes' Domain, Levarian also gave himself the noble title of "Baron Zareis" after becoming the lord of Zareth City, and as his strength became stronger and stronger, the title on his head was also increased to the rank of knight, and in the last two years he has become "Count Valjeca".

Obviously a group of reckless men, robbers and prisoners who couldn't get along in other countries in the old world, after they had a foothold, they couldn't wait to put themselves as nobles, this is what the border prince was like in the first place.

At that time, in this extralegal land, even the youngest village chief dared to claim that he was a baron, and other viscounts and counts were everywhere.

There was once one of the most shameless fellows, who went so far as to proclaim himself a prince, and claimed that everything from the Grey Mountains in the west to the mountains at the edge of the world in the east was his fiefdom.

This is also the origin of the name Border Prince, of course, the "prince" who does not know whether to live or die has long disappeared, but this somewhat ironic name has been retained.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rules.

After nearly a thousand years of evolution, as more and more people come to this chaotic place, a set of unspoken rules under the table is slowly born.

Under this set of tacit rules, not all cats and dogs can be self-proclaimed nobles, only the lord of a city can be called a baron, like Matthew is the "Baron of Fetenburg", and the lord who has mastered three towns can call himself a viscount, as for the most powerful force, it is the count.

Even so, this system of aristocracy, which had been practiced silently for hundreds of years, was not recognized by any of the Old World countries, especially the Bretonnians, who considered themselves the most aristocratic and regarded honor above life.

A few years ago, in response to the "chivalrous war", a large number of noble knights of Bretonnia first arrived, they saw that there were viscounts and barons everywhere, and they were very polite at first, but after learning the truth, they all expressed their offense, and quickly drew a line with these shameless scum, and the honeymoon-like cooperation between the two sides came to an end just beginning.

This is also why when the local forces formed the "Northern Frontier Alliance", the nobles of Bretonnia did not participate too much, including the later battle with the Badlands Greenskins, they only sent a small number of cavalry to join the coalition, and after receiving the news of the beastmen's infestation, they left without even saying hello, otherwise the stone may not be able to hold the "steel rock".

However, as one of only three counts in the entire frontier princedom, Levarian has a decent relationship with the Bretonnians.

On the one hand, because he himself was extremely sophisticated, and these nobles helped a lot when they first arrived, and on the other hand, because both sides had a common dislike, that is, Fetanburg, founded by the infidels.

In fact, the first idea of driving the greenskins to the east in order to consume the defenders of Fetanburg was Levariant's idea.

It can be seen that he has coveted this town for a long time, and he has started to lay out it early, which is why he has today's good situation, and now is the time to pick this ripe fruit of victory.

The thought of imminent possession of this precipitous fortress at the throat of the Rabid Trail brought a smile to Levarian's serious face.

The whole process went even more smoothly than he expected, especially the famous light mage Egreim, who actually rebelled in battle, so that the army could enter the city without much effort, greatly reducing the losses.

He is also said to have injured Matthew? No wonder I haven't seen the white fox all this time.

"In that case, then as I said before, you go down and prepare, and charge with heavy cavalry in ten minutes, remember, first step those chaos dwarfs down!"

The reason why he didn't launch a general attack for so long, and he never sent the most elite Black Iron Falcon heavy cavalry, was because there was an extra group of dwarves with muskets in the opponent's formation, and the number was not much, only about a hundred, but the firepower was extremely strong, causing a lot of damage to Zareth's soldiers.

These dwarves were dressed in black full-body armor, tightly wrapped from head to toe, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but judging by the strangely shaped muskets they held, it was most likely the evil Chaos Dwarves of the "Dark Lands" to the east.

Matthew is still in contact with them? Now it happens that the teacher is famous, and there is evidence!

You must know that he used to play the banner of Fetanburg colluding with the Greenskins, of course, there is no excuse for provoking a war in the border princely realm, but with the recent contact with those nobles and lords in Bretonnia, Levarien can't help but be influenced by them, and began to pay attention to it, after all, he is also a count now.

"When the time comes, put out the corpses of these dwarves who believe in chaos, and see who dares to talk nonsense, huh...... Their muskets are really powerful. ”

This was Levarian's idea after discovering their existence.

Although there were only a hundred men, these Chaos Dwarven musketeers played a vital role in the defense, and it was their continuous output that repelled wave after wave of charges from Zareth's infantry, but at the same time, they were running out of ammunition.

That's why Levarian fought a day of attrition, and he didn't want the elite cavalry he had worked so hard to gather to lose to these musketeers, especially in the current situation of victory.

But now that they're running out of ammo, it's the Black Iron Falcon's turn to come in, so let them end the fight.

Ten minutes was fast in coming, and the three hundred cavalry of the "Black Iron Falcon Heavy Cavalry Regiment", led by the deputy commander Leman, were ready, and they were neatly lined up in three rows, waiting for an order, they could launch a charge that was enough to make all the enemies desperate.

Looking at these fully armed and high-spirited elites, Levarian's eyes were full of pride, you must know that these three hundred heavily armored cavalry have all reached the level of junior bronze swordsmen, not to mention anything else, at least in the entire border prince's territory is invincible and invincible.

Drawing the long sword from his waist and raising it above his head, the "Count Valleca" shouted:

"Black Iron Falcons, as usual, tear all the prey in front of you to pieces!"