"You say it again!?"

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"Ahem, Lord Balmonk's troops...... It seems to have been ambushed...... Ahem, it's in the midst of a battle with Asther...... But there are already retreating knights who have fled from the battlefield......"

After finishing speaking, the herald, whose face was flushed with difficulty breathing, was left behind by Count Ecrio, who looked at Viscount Eric, who was silent, and saw that Lord Viscount had no reaction, so he stumbled away.

"My lord, there is indeed an ambush in Aster, we should stay on hold and wait until dawn before making plans."

Izawa of the goatee. Viscount Vlamir sat on a war horse, wearing dark gray armor and a fox fur coat, which looked less like he had come to fight and more like he had come to hunt.

"Dawn? Wait until the sun goes out to help Griffith collect the body! ”

Count Ekrio roared, his eyes widening, his armor rustling, his cloak rattling in the night wind.

It was still three hours before sunrise, and it was the darkest time of the night, when the Wendland army marched slowly through the misty forest, and the continuous torches formed a flaming dragon, which was an army of nearly 10,000 men, and the Count of Arcrio, who commanded the army, was furious for the life of one man.

"With all due respect, my lord, at the moment our battle plans are all drawn up by Viscount Balmonck, and he is also the one who invited him to fight, if he is really unfortunate enough to be martyred, then we can only mourn for him."

Galio wrapped in a bearskin cape. Viscount Crassus said calmly, his eyes looking into the distance, and the sprout of the World Tree, Trasil, which also exuded a powerful force in the dark night, was gradually growing in his field of vision.

"We should not put the entire legion in danger for the sake of a few lives, my lord, I understand that you and Lord Balmond have a good personal relationship, but in the face of the state, personal feelings should be appropriately restrained."

Mullah with a burly build. Viscount Eric echoed the words, he had two giant axes on his back, and he looked murderous.

"It's too dangerous to rush forward now, I hope you will think twice."

The bearded little Tyre. Viscount Oragil rode on a pony with a hammer pinned to his waist and a heavy armor.

"Of course I know what you're talking about......"

Count Ecrio said that he naturally understood that these four viscounts had their own evil intentions, but in the end they all wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to eradicate dissidents, and Griffith did not explain much to Count Acleio when he went on the expedition, so he did not know much about Griffith's current situation.

"However, it is Braavos who makes the Federation lose a viscount. Sons of Lord Balmunck, I don't think you can afford this crime. ”

"This ......"

Unexpectedly, this count, who usually doesn't care much about politics, actually kept this hand, and Viscount Crassus was speechless for a while, and could only look at his companion Viscount Vlamir on the side.

Shaking his head, Viscount Vlamir also fell silent.

Of course, they knew that it was quite risky to rashly let a nobleman or a viscount go to the front line, if the four of them were fine, if the council would be held accountable in the future, if the two opposite sides betrayed them first, then it would not be as simple as killing a viscount.

The political enemies in the country will seize this trick and attack them wildly, and in order to protect themselves, the faction they belong to may also directly abandon them, and when the time comes, the fate of the two of them will not be better than that of Griffith, who died on the battlefield. Balmonk is better.

This is the same for Viscount Eric and Viscount Oragil, not to mention, there is also a Horas who is not touched on either side. Ecrio, who wants to forcibly conceal this, must pay a heavy price.

Murder of a Count of the Commonwealth? They weren't tired of it yet, not to mention the gold-level Count Acleio, who might not be able to solve it easily even if the four of them went together.

However, he had expected such a situation before, and Viscount Vlamir's behavior at the moment was only a slight delay, he cleared his throat and then spoke.

"In that case, let's send half of our forces to encircle and suppress the enemy forces of Aster, huh...... I think it's better for Lord Crassus and Lord Oragir to go on the expedition together, and the two of them plus Lord Balmunck, even if they face that Verahir. Strass also has the power to fight. ”

Quite a compromise of sending a viscount to each of the two factions, and at the same time had a perfect rhetoric, in which Viscount Vlamy's sophisticated political and military instincts were reflected.

"I'm fine, I just hope Master Balmonk lasts a little longer."

Viscount Crassus took the spear from the squire's hand and said lightly.

"I, Olagil, have never been afraid of anyone."

Driving forward, Viscount Olagil also swore an oath.

"Then, the two of you will lead several teams of men and horses in three ways to outflank the ambush site where Griffith has been ambushed, and we will follow closely behind."

Count Eccleio commanded, and he put on his helmet, which was bull-like iron armor with two horns.

"Yes!" "Yes!"

The two viscounts just left with their men and horses, leaving Count Ekrio and the others in place.

"Griffith ......"

Whispering, Count Ecrio looked at the two viscounts beside him.

"Let's take a look and we'll catch up later."

"My lord, I think the purpose of Aster's sneak attack is not just to harass and consume our troops, but more like a tactic to lure the snake out of the hole and use Lord Balmunck, who encountered an ambush, to lure our reinforcements, so as to catch them all."

Viscount Vlamir said, touching his goatee.

"All in one?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Count Ekrio's mouth.

"Ize, do you really think Astor has what it takes to wipe us out?"

"Although it is true that the level of Astel in the previous battles on the Plains of Trestan was quite poor, since the other side took the initiative, I think there must be something strange in this."

Viscount Vlamir didn't bother at Count Ekrio's taunts, he only glanced at the Wendland cavalry behind him, the silver armor shining in the firelight, shining in the dark forest.

"No matter what kind of trick you have, it will be broken by the iron hooves of the Federation, Lord Vlamir, you are too worried."

Viscount Eric sneered, as if to make fun of Viscount Vlamir's caution.

"Don't argue, our goal is to win, as for the means, it doesn't matter."

Count Ecrio said that he was looking into the distance, the battlefield that was flickering with fire, but suddenly, an incomparably bright light appeared in the night sky.

A crimson glow lit up the pitch-black sky, even more dazzling than the silver moon Eustia, and this light pierced through most of the forest and headed straight for the southern part of the battlefield.

It was only now that Count Ekrio realized that a glimmer of light was shining above Trasil, the sprout of the World Tree.

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