However, just as all the natives were moving away from the battlefield, a group of people began to march towards the battlefield.

They raised their banners from a neglected corner of the lower city, lined up in formation, and walked unswervingly out of the city.

Standing at the front was a young nobleman who most people were not familiar with, whether it was the aborigines of the lower city, or the warriors who rushed to see the excitement, they were all curious about his identity.

Only some of the residents of the lower city, who were too old to be old, would be inexplicably excited when they saw the battle flag behind the nobles.

"The battle banner of the Alliance, the Covenant!" An old man who was about to lose his teeth muttered, and the crutches in his hand unconsciously loosened and fell to the ground.

"Great-grandfather, be careful!" The young girl next to him hurriedly held him up.

"Covenant! The Knights of the Covenant are still here! The Covenant of the Seven Clans is still there! The old man groped forward with his hands, tears in his eyes.

The young nobleman strode forward with an expressionless face, the sword at his waist striking the cloak from time to time. Behind him, a slightly old but well-preserved battle flag fluttered, the light green battle flag was printed with overlapping swords, battle axes, spears, bows and arrows, and the flagpole was held by a huge figure far taller than ordinary people.

That's a giant.

Behind the young nobles, there were no other aliens other than giants, only a group of old men who looked like they were about to die, and around these old men, in addition to some who were obviously family knights, there were also some young men with only motley weapons.

Very strange combination, but their faces are unstoppable.

Many knights tried to step forward to stop them, but they were stopped by some older knights, who stood aside with a somewhat complicated face and saluted. The guards had no courage to stand in the way, and stood on either side, as if they were standing guard for this strange team.

The news spread throughout Cologneburg and then spread to the surrounding area at an even faster pace.

After hearing the news, many nobles instantly understood the situation, and they understood the meaning of the covenant better than ordinary people. Countless nobles who had wavered before led their family knights out one after another, following behind this team.

The young nobleman did not stop, and he led the party out of the city, towards the battle ground of the two knights. Behind him, one after another, nobles led their teams to join him, and the number continued to grow.

At this time, the Marquis of Sayer did not know about the changes that had taken place in Cologneburg, not because his knights and spies did not want to pass on the news, but because they were stopped by the knights of the National Order and the Holy Order.

He watched his noble knights beat the National Knights all over the ground in hand-to-hand combat, and he was extremely happy.

"Looks like it's going to be over soon." Marquis Sayer said, "This combat practice is good, and we can continue this kind of activity in the future." ”

Saying this, he thought that the other party would either have an ugly face or ignore him, but he didn't expect that General Colomberg didn't have a depressed look.

"Hmm...... I hope there will be another opportunity like this. General Cologne said dispensably.

For this kind of national knight who does not eat oil and salt, Marquis Saya can be regarded as giving up the intention of taking advantage of the tongue, and he turned to look at the convoy of warriors not far away. In the past, he didn't look down on the soldiers who suddenly appeared, and these soldiers summoned by the divine being, he had always reserved that they were just cannon fodder used to consume the power of the abyss.

But today, he suddenly realized that perhaps the existence of the fighters was not simple, and if he didn't learn more about them, it might hinder his plan.

The Marquis of Sayer decided to try to speak with the leader of the Warlords in person.

"Leader of the Warlords, you are more loyal and reliable than I thought, and it seems that not all Warlords don't care about the glory of the warriors." Marquis Sayer spoke to Julien, who was not far away.

"It's a great honor to have your compliments." Julien was a little surprised, but reacted immediately, standing on the ground and making a hat salute.

"I like people who can follow the rules, and I'm glad that you didn't behave in a way that embarrassed me." Marquis Sayer continued, "Maybe I'll let my butler contact you in the future so that you can really do something for me. ”

"Thank you for your favor, Lord Marquis." Julien has learned about the events in Cologneburg, and the players in the city have sent him a message. Although he didn't understand what kind of confidence Viscount Elrios had gained, there was no doubt that Marquis Sayer was about to overturn. The pretense at this time made Julien feel a little funny.

In order to prevent the Marquis of Sayer from continuing to make some embarrassing victorious remarks, and then to hold a grudge against himself, Julien had to interrupt his smugness.

"Lord Marquis, maybe you should pay attention to the direction of Cologneburg, there are still changes until the dust settles, isn't it?" Julien said sincerely.

Marquis Saya's face was stunned, and he quickly turned his head to look at the other side of the road, although his vision was blocked by the mountain bag and the farm, but he keenly smelled a strange smell. He lowered his face and beckoned to the guards, and immediately someone slapped his horse out to contact the sentinels on the periphery.

However, it was not long before the guard and a sentry reappeared in view, and returned to the Marquis of Sayer with a panicked face.

I don't know what the two of them whispered, Marquis Sayer's face immediately sank, he glanced at the general of Cologne with an expressionless face, and then rode towards a nearby hill, and the guards hurriedly followed.

It didn't take long for the Marquis of Sayer to finally see the strange team.

There was no one in the group on horseback, and several old men who were physically exhausted were being carried on the backs of several young men, following behind Viscount Elrios. At the rear of this team, there were already many family flags, far more numerous than the previous intelligence, but these were not the sources of unease for Marquis Sayya, the only banner he was afraid of was the huge light green and white battle flag held high by the giant clan behind Viscount Elrios.

Knights of the Covenant! Banner of the Covenant!

Marquis Sayer felt a little spinning for a while, and there was a sense of absurdity in his mind. He was well aware of some of the secrets of the House of Saya and the Knights of the Covenant, especially the House of Balzac, which were terrible truths that could never be passed on to him except by the patriarch of House Saya.

This is also the reason why he will never allow the Balzac family to rise again.

But now, he actually saw that the battle flag being raised again!

How is that possible? The Knights of the Covenant have long ceased to exist, and the Great Cornflower Mark, which can prove Balzac's bloodline, can also be said to be controlled by himself, how can this battle flag reappear? How dare those nobles follow behind that little mongrel?

He absolutely can't accept it!