This passage was long, but Savalen Wolf said it in one breath, without the slightest breath -

The words were high-sounding, first exalting the royal family of Edwin, then portraying Ensada's reaction as if he were guilty of unforgiveness, talking about the glorious history of the warside nobility in the past, Savalen was in high spirits, and finally, he made an impassioned declaration.

Respond to the threat of war with war.

Bang Bang Bang –

Thunderous applause.

After straightening up from the drowsiness and waking up for a few minutes, the nobles present still gave enthusiastic applause.

It was a successful meeting, but also a successful one, and the conference room was packed with people, and the last joint meeting of nobles of the year of the Norgo Crescent came to an end in a warm and friendly atmosphere among the participants.

The horn of war has been sounded.

The so-called "legitimacy" and "justice" of war, most of the time, it is like a piece of straw paper, which is used to wipe the ass when needed, and is thrown into the garbage heap of history after use-

The "White Rose" of the royal family, Princess Samantha Edwin sat on her seat with her hands on her knees, but couldn't help but feel a little restless. After the meeting, Fred came to her side, his warm palm holding her slender fingers, his eyes full of love and pity.

Her Royal Highness quickly thought of the predicament facing the royal family, and she squeezed out a gentle smile and nodded her head to Fred in thanks.

The Talen side will be the first to send troops, and after that, Karthas will also send a considerable number of griffon knights.

When Cumberland learned all this from his colleagues, he grabbed the reins and rode on horseback, his armor-draped upper body swaying slightly, he did not continue to speak, his eyes only looked at the quiet scenery along the way—

Time passed quietly, and when he took his attention from the conversation, he realized that the ranks of the Knights had inadvertently arrived in the field of flowers.

At this time, the scenery of the flower field is not as good as its name.

On the 9th of January in the year of the Red Moon, the actual winter has not yet passed.

Perhaps because of the impending war, although the wilderness of Nogo was already full of spring, the temperature was still cold, and when the knights rode in the field, the cold wind blowing from under the mountain corners swept the bare necks of each man's collar, and everyone shrank their necks in unison—

Some people tightened their warm cloaks, while others cheered up and looked more and more vigorous in the cold wind.

War, for the bards, was only a beautiful poem in their mouths, but for these knights, war was their work and their path to glory.

……

Several of the Lynx mercenaries had been lurking in the bushes for days, and camping in the wilderness was so hard this season, as they struggled to climb up from their sleeping bags in their tents, the cold air and white fog of the morning almost made them feel like they were frozen.

Fowler was a member of the Lynx Mercenary Regiment, and he had been a mercenary for five years, from the age of eighteen to twenty-three.

Because of this well-paid job, he bought a field in the countryside of his hometown, built a few houses, and his wife was a young girl from a nearby village, and in the autumn of the previous year, she gave birth to a cute big fat boy for him-

The little one's eyes were dark, and his bones were moving flexibly. When he held his child in his arms, the little one was always crying, and his two desperately struggling arms were quite strong, and perhaps, the little one would be a good mercenary like his father.

In order to better support his family, Fowler joined the Bobcats mercenary group a year ago, which doubled his salary. He thought about his wife and children, but his boots were stepping onto a gentle, inconspicuous dirt bag with a messy and dense bush that was just right to hide his figure.

He poked his head out of the bushes, and his eyes were looking into the distance where a few trees stood scattered—

At the moment their duties are like sentinels, or closer to scouts. This was the order of the regimental commander Stewart, and their team, a total of six people, stayed here, and every few hours, they rotated to monitor the movement from the kingfisher forest on the west side.

The sound of horses' hooves on the soft muddy ground covered with dead leaves was extremely slight.

An hour earlier, Fowler and a companion had taken over the afternoon, a time when the body was most likely to feel tired, but the chill that permeated the mountains and wilderness refreshed him.

He plucked a yellow stalk of grass, bit it into his mouth, and chewed on the knots of grass, which seemed to have a faint sweetness.

Suddenly, his gaze froze. For at the end of his vision, there seemed to be several fluttering flags—Fowler rubbed his eyes, and he was not mistaken, it was indeed a flag.

Square flags, unlike triangular flags, square flags and striped flags belong to emblem flags, which generally represent the military sequence of a certain nobility or kingdom.

Fowler didn't have much culture, but since joining the Lynx mercenary group, especially when he learned about the upcoming war with the Talen, he made up for it - sharpening his spear in battle played a key role, and he recognized the flags.

A square flag with red and white stripes, with a wolf's head painted in the center, the Earl of Talen, the emblem of the Wolf family;

With a pristine white undertone, an iris and staggered twin swords, the Iris Knights!

Sure enough, it came!

He hurriedly lowered his head, and his whole body lay down in the bushes, and at the same time, he threw a small pebble in the direction of the tent, and he also gestured-

Several of the mercenary group's companions who were on leave stayed near the tent at this time, and were preparing to lie on the ground to bask in the warm sun for a while, and when they saw Fowler's actions, they were also instantly stunned-

However, no one made a sound, and they were also carefully hidden in a proper prostrate position.

The tent was stripped of its bracket and plopped into a limp of coarse cloth. Several mercenaries exchanged glances, then nodded to each other.

Led by Fred Wolfe, the Iris Knights are passing through the mountain road.

Unbeknownst to them, several pairs of eyes were watching their movements.

According to the footsteps of the knights' war horses, it only takes half a day at most to get from the current flower field to the mercenary garrison in the Silver Leaf Forest - calculate the time, and when it comes to the evening, these knights may take advantage of the dim sky to launch an attack.

The Lynx mercenary group watched the knights leave, and after a moment, a man at the head took out a birdcage.

In the cage was a white carrier pigeon, and he took out a piece of paper and an ink pen from his coat pocket, wrote a line of text, rolled the paper into thin strips, and tied it to the pigeon's paws with red cotton thread -