The movement of a thousand people is not small, the "Silver Frost Knight" Sask rode on a war horse, and the entire "mercenary group" left the temporary camp in an extremely orderly line, they didn't even destroy the camp layout, and took away too many supplies inside-

The flames that spread through the silverleaf forest were like giant red dragons swimming one after another, their dazzling bodies fluttering and moving in their vision, the air became hot, dead leaves and debris scattered in the sky, and dry wood crackled and burned under the licking of the flames, and then fell one after another.

Half an hour later, the makeshift camp in the middle of the road was engulfed in flames.

"Sask, I can probably imagine the Count being annoyed."

Melville, the lich, was also riding on a tall warhorse, and his ugly face showed a grim smile. He wore a white cloak, just to match his whole body outfit, and he looked somewhat nondescript-

The dead were accustomed to being indifferent to most things, and when the conversation between the two sounded at the front of the line, there were only a few glances, and more people, including the "resurrected", just kept their heads bowed and hurried away.

Morale is such a thing as not usually present to the ranks of the dead of Deere.

They won't be afraid, they won't be afraid, they won't be excited, and they won't be tired, in the game of the previous life, someone once said that at the same level of strength, if there is a sufficiently smart commander, the sequence of the dead is the best army in the world-

"According to Lord Rosenthal, we didn't come to this country to earn money."

Sask's words were few, but in the face of Melville's words, he was silent for a moment, and replied lightly.

"So, Lord Sask, what's next?"

The vampire lady named "Fanny" accosted Sask next to her. Her interest in this "mercenary leader" can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, but it is only the attitude of the party concerned that makes her actions seem to be fruitless.

"Wait."

Sask's answer was very succinct.

This is a war between nobles, and Sask will never let Ensada's side get out of the way, these things are one of the principles of his actions when he came to the human kingdom on the surface this time, as for the specifics?

Sorry, he didn't want to explain to unrelated people.

Mistress Anna knew this, and it was enough.

The road from the Silver Leaf Forest to the Silver Leaf Town was sparsely populated, and the merchants' noses were usually more sensitive than the hunting dogs left behind, and after the end of the joint meeting of the nobles in Talen, the Norgo of the Northland seemed to be shrouded in a heavy, stormy atmosphere—

Whether in Talen, Karthas, or Ensada, the knights carried their squires, armed with their armor, weapons, and horses, all the way to the main cities of each region.

In the past few days, there have been more heavily armed figures in the city of Ensada.

Like the other nobles of the Northlands, the Lambert family was also one of the kingdom's frontier nobles, passed down from generation to generation, attached to Locke Lambert, and also had a group of loyal knights-

The hoplite legion was already in vain after the "War of the Fog Pines", and all Count Lambert could rely on were these knights who were divided into the countryside of the Ensada region—

The knights who can get the seal have a regular name, in other words, according to the rules of the Northland, these knights basically have the strength of the peak or even above, but these knights, as a lord's family background, in most cases, are generally not easily recruited.

City Lord's Mansion, Study.

A figure sits on a large chair carved with lifelike ornamentation, this figure is quite relaxed, his spine slanted to the back of the chair, his shoulder blades cushioned by soft and elastic fur, and the two long legs of his gray silk narrow-legged trousers stretching straight under the desk.

The desk is a stack of papers.

He had already gone through the content over and over again.

Including him, and the woman standing next to him, they had also fully exchanged the information on the scroll - the credibility of the Marvey mercenaries had always been a glittering golden sign, and after Anna returned from the Silver Leaf Forest, he quickly improved his mood after telling the Earl Lord about what he had seen and heard.

And the current thing made his mood even more pleasant.

"Welcome back, Rodriguez."

He smiled and nodded to the knight who knelt down on one knee to pay his respects, the ritual procedure for the knights to meet the lord, and when Locke Lambert's words fell, the figure at the desk stood up.

It was a very tall middle-aged man, standing in the middle of the study, like a giant tower—the bookcase layered on one side of the wall was two meters high, but in comparison, he was about a head shorter than this man.

"Good day, my lord."

"You're already clear?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Those guys, probably thought that after the 'fog pine war', Ensada was really weak and bullied."

Locke Lambert's tone was similar to that of himself, but his eyes narrowed like a needle, and his gaze always fell on Rodriguez's face—

"Your will, my lord, is what my sword is pointing at."

The words were loud, and the man's gaze was level. "Flame Hand" Rodriguez, one of the most famous and powerful knights in the Ensada region, as early as ten years ago, his strength had reached the peak of his inauguration, and now, not many people know his details-

Because, the enemy who saw him shoot was almost dead.

Rodriguez, an awakened mid-tier knight, is one of Count Lambert's biggest hole cards. There are two other knights who have stepped into the awakening level under his command, Matthew and Kenneth, and if you calculate the time, they should be in these two days, and they will come to Ensada City.

Together with his chief of guard, Philip, the old butler, Doron, and himself, there were a total of six Awakened First Order figures on Ensada's side.

It's a pity that compared to Talon and Karthus, there are still some weaknesses on the side, Locke Lambert is aware of these facts, but now that the arrow is on the bow, he can't help but back down-

The nobles of the northern frontier of the Elantra Kingdom all have a common character in their bones: if they are not completely subdued, their courage and bottom line are still very commendable.

Admit defeat? Surrender?

Even if you are soft, you have to have a good fight and see, Count Lambert had these thoughts in his heart, and subconsciously, his fingers tapped on the top of the desk, and through the thin paper of the paper, the sound of his fingers colliding with the wooden board was still crisp.