It was obviously too late to ride back to report the news, and this time, Count Lambert equipped their mercenary squad with reliable carrier pigeons.

Under the watchful eyes of these mercenaries, the carrier pigeon fluttered its wings and soon flew towards the sky.

"Locke Lambert will pay the price for his wolf ambitions!"

These were the exact words of Savalen Wolff, Earl of Talon, and it was because of this sentence that the nobles of Nogo called Ensada's actions a "rebellion of ambitions"-

Judging from the current situation, whether it is strength or the right to speak in public opinion, Ensada has fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

The only advantage, Ensada's tax revenues far exceed those of the rest of Nogo.

As a result, Rock Lambert has plenty of Rael in his hands, and he can pull up a large team of mercenaries at any time if he wants to.

After returning from Talen, Anna gave a truthful report of what had happened at the meeting—

The conversation between the two took place in the study of the city lord's mansion, and there were no superfluous others around, and even the maid who usually took care of the earl's diet and daily life was far away.

"Anna, if it were me, I would have made the same decision."

The count's face sank, he walked to the wine cabinet, stooped down and took out a bottle of fine Dohertian from the cabinet, and with the slight force of his fingers, the cork was pulled open, and he took out two tall crystal wine glasses, each of which was filled with a third of the scarlet wine.

"Now that it has happened, sorrow and anger are of no avail, and cheers to Ensada's great struggle!"

Anna took the glass, but she didn't taste the wine in the glass immediately, the glass fell quickly close to her lips, "Those Marvey mercenaries, I have ordered them to rush to the area of the Silver Leaf Forest. ”

She used to frown slightly when she spoke, but it was this look that always made the count feel an indescribable special style, and after rolling the wine in his throat on the tip of his tongue a few times, he put down his glass, and approached the woman with quick steps—

The two hugged each other tightly.

At this time, the black cat came out of nowhere, with red and black vertical pupils, staring at the man and woman who were burning with firewood.

The two quickly left the study and went to the bedroom.

The door slammed shut, followed by a loud squeak, as if the bed was shaking violently.

Compared to the "Rebellion of Ambition" in the background plot of the first act of "Dissension", this time the time was advanced by nearly two months - after receiving the news that the "Pablo Bloodstab" bounty hunters had been wiped out, Anna secretly gritted her teeth and hesitated for a long time, and finally made this decision.

The world line has changed.

However, the initiator Gross does not know these things for the time being.

……

Silver Leaf Forest.

The sunlight pierced through the shadows of the forest canopy, casting bright rays on the mud floor, and the birds and small animals seemed to feel some kind of mortal danger as a result of the presence of a large number of people, and disappeared without a trace in the area.

The wind is blowing.

The wind in the sun was still cold.

"Black-Edged Warlord" Sask stood in front of the mercenary's camp, he raised an arm, and felt the wind breath flow through the gap between his five fingers-

But his appearance was no longer a frightening skeleton, he had beautiful long hair as silky silver, and a handsome face, in which even the most demanding aristocratic ceremonial officers could not find any fault or flaw.

A veteran mercenary captain from Marvey, "Frost Knight" Sask, this is the identity he confessed to the Earl—

In the Endesa region, Count Locke Lambert has always been known for his generosity, and as soon as they met, the Earl was impressed with this tall and handsome young man, and at his applause, the butler of the City Lord's Mansion then sent a heavy treasure chest, and as soon as the box was opened, the house was filled with jewels, full of Rael, Saul, and valuable jewels.

"This is just a one-fifth of the mission deposit, according to the custom of the Elantra Kingdom."

So said the generous Earl.

Sask's expression was silent, he just smiled, but Melville, who was nominally the deputy head of the mercenary group, couldn't help but rub his fingers and let out a hoarse and ugly laugh, like a rusty saw pulling on a hard stone, which was extraordinarily infiltrating—

Count Locke Lambert's smile froze, and after a few more pleasantries, he shook hands with the mercenary team and parted.

In fact, Saskar doesn't have much desire for money. In the realm of the undead, Dir, gold, silver and jewelry are only the common currency of the middle and lower classes, and the higher level of the undead, they usually use only one currency, and that is the necromantic essence.

Necromantic essences that can enhance their own strength are their true desires.

"Sky Wind", this is the name of their mercenary group at the moment. Forged identity information shows that this is a large mercenary organization from the eastern Bay area of Malwe, and they have a total of ten brigades, each team has a captain and a deputy captain, and about 100 members under its jurisdiction.

The number of the entire mercenary group is more than 1,000 people.

In today's Northland Norgo, such a number of people has far exceeded the ordinary noble private soldiers, almost equal to a regular army of the kingdom that is not organized.

For example, the Northland Legion.

These days, Saskar has learned a lot about his enemies—

When he saw from the intelligence that his enemies included the Knights of Iris of Tarun and the Griffin Knights of Kartha, his heart inevitably sank.

Brutal warfare is never a simple addition and subtraction, the number of people is an important indicator, but by no means all that affects the outcome of the battle.

Sask knows the details of his side very well, the so-called "Sky Wind" mercenary group, only the twenty "resurrectants" including him and the lich Melville are considered the core force, and the other mercenaries are all seconded to Lord Rosenthal's subordinates-

One hundred skeleton cavalry, two hundred skeleton archers, two hundred carrion golems, two hundred zombies, and finally, three hundred cannon fodder skeletons.

Sask quietly observed these "subordinates" in the mercenary group, and judging from the minds they showed, most of them were just some summoned creatures that obeyed people's orders, and even if there were "resurrectants" among them who could think for themselves, there were only a handful.

The scale of a thousand people, but the actual combat effectiveness is extremely pitiful, and it may be enough to scare the mud-legged farmers, civilians, or ordinary soldiers with flesh feet, but to say that in the face of powerful human knights?

Especially the Griffin Knight, the top flying class of the human race?

No matter how you think about it, Sask feels a little painful.