"So, do you all know what the hell Astor bastards are up to?"

The big tent in the middle of the night was brightly lit, and a man in red armor was shouting at the half-kneeling youth in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Horace. Count Ecrio was rather angry.

The things of the past few days have made him irritable, whether it is the damn trap, or the Astor troops who have no shadow no matter how they look, the fog has cleared, but the situation has become worse, he now just wants to ride his war horse and rush to the army of Astel to kill him, but the duty of the commander of the army can only let him sit in the base camp and not leave a single step.

Tonight, however, the situation changed, and in the middle of the night, several camps ahead were attacked by Asther, which was very wrong, you know, since several encounters in the plains of Trestan Plain, the cowards of Astor had never fought the Wendland army on a frontal battlefield, and only hid in the misty forest to do some long-distance cold arrows.

"Report to your lordship...... Aster's army seemed to be light cavalry, they attacked several camps, two barons had already been killed in battle, and according to the scouts and the surviving soldiers, they were moving southeast......"

The half-kneeling youth is Sammy. Baron Granger, who was also the vanguard of Wendland's army, was one of the first camps to be attacked, but fortunately he escaped from the enemy's sweep, and met several remnants of the other camps on the way, and now that he had just arrived at the base camp, he went directly to Count Acleio and informed the Earl of the situation.

"It seems to be a conspiracy, Lord Earl."

At the long table centered on Count Ekrio, an elderly nobleman touched his goatee and said slowly.

"I think Lord Vlamir is too worried, the cowards of Astel will not dare to attack us again without the protection of the thick fog, this time, I think it is a fight by the other side, we just need to send a few cavalry to surround them."

Opposite the goatee-bearded aristocrat, a burly man with two scars on his face, one of which passed through his left eye, looked hideous and terrifying.

"Things are going wrong, Astor has no reason to take the initiative at this time, Lord Eric, I don't think it's that simple."

The goatee-goat-bearded nobleman known as Vlamir shook his head, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

"I also think that Lord Vlamir's words are reasonable, if I were the commander of Aster, I would not choose to attack at this time, without the cover of the fog, Aster's light cavalry will not be able to defeat us in the frontal battlefield, the silence of the previous days is the best example, it will ambush traps to hinder our advance, I am afraid it is also for this reason."

On Vlamir's side, a man with hair like a brown bear agreed, and he was covered in a heavy coat that looked like a beast wandering in the mountains.

"Lord Crassus, should we just sit and wait for the news of the sacrifice of our soldiers, as you say, to ignore Aster's actions as we are now?"

Opposite the man called Crassus was a short, bearded man who was wearing only a single coat on this cold winter night in Aster, and his knotted muscles showed through his clothes, even looking a little terrifying.

"I've never said anything like that, Lord Oragir, I'm just thinking about the overall situation, and I rushed to send troops, and I may fall for the tricks of those old foxes in Aster."

"Okay, let's stop arguing."

As soon as Count Eccleo spoke, the whole tent fell silent, and he looked around at the four people at the table, and fell into thought.

If Shiloh had been here, he would have recognized the commanders of the Eastern Front in Wendland.

The nobleman of the goatee is Izawa. Viscount Vlamier, a veteran of Wendland, for a long time with "Lone Wolf" Salas. The Earl of Lexington is also known as the two great tacticians of the Federation.

And the burly man is Mura. Viscount Eric, who single-handedly overthrew a rebel army of more than 100 people, has the title of "Tiger of Wendland".

The brown bear-like man is named Galio. Crassus, Viscount Crassus, whose territory is in the north of Wendland, had been fighting against Astel for many years due to territorial disputes before the outbreak of the war, so he was extremely familiar with Asther's way of fighting.

The last diminutive nobleman was Lord Tyre, who was in charge of several ports and mines in southern Wendland. Olagil, despite being in his fifties, is still fighting on the front line, and his majesty has not diminished.

Plus "Bull" Horace, who sits in the center. Count Ekrio, this is almost the highest combat power of the Eastern Front Legion in Wendland, among the people seated, the worst strength is also the silver middle rank, except for Count Ekrio, who has been promoted to gold, Mura. Viscount Eric has also long been at the peak of silver and is about to step into the realm of gold.

"By the way, what about that Griffith?"

Finding that the place directly opposite him was empty, Count Ecrio asked Viscount Vlamir beside him.

"I don't know, I should have asked someone to inform him."

Viscount Vlamir, knowing that his boss valued the Viscount who was not present, beckoned to the attendants behind him and gave him a few commands.

The attendant nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave the tent, but stopped at the door.

"No need to look for it, ladies and gentlemen, I'm here."

Lifting the curtain of the tent, the person who came in was the young man who had fought with Lord Manstein before, his silver-white curly hair, pale yellow eyes reflected the candlelight, his soft face but no expression, even if he was handsome, but also indifferent, the silver-white armor on his body had a little blood stains, and on the shoulder armor, the roaring lion exuded a terrifying momentum, making the whole person look dangerously beautiful.

Griffith. Viscount Balmonck, the pride of heaven among the younger generation of Wendland, was already at the peak of silver at the age of seventeen, not inferior to Count Ecrio, if it were not for his concubine, he would have been awarded the title of earl by now, and he would be on an equal footing with Count Ecrio.

At the same time, Griffith. Viscount Balmonck is also Count Acleio's childhood friend, and there are even rumors that the relationship between the two is not as deep as it seems, but most of this rumor is just rumor, but at least, he is the only one who can make Acleo worthy of his name.

He was also the nightmare of Aster, and in the last life, at the end of the war, it was the Viscount who personally fought the head of the king of Aster, Arthr I, and finally fought with Villahir. Strass perished together.

"Where have you been, Griffith?"

Count Ecrio asked in a calm tone, his anger had subsided considerably, but there was still a slight sense of urgency.

"Tell you, my lord, I'm going to meet the guys of Aster."

He said it in a flat tone, as if it wasn't a fight, but just a walk after dinner.

"Oh? The result? ”

Viscount Eric, though a little dissatisfied with Griffith's young age, was also interested in hearing about the battle with Astelle.

"They were very fast, and they didn't wipe out Wendland's army, but only caused a certain amount of commotion and then left, as if trying to get our attention."

Griffith said, seemingly still recalling the details of the battle with the dark-haired rider.

"Could it be that Astor is ready to fight us to the death?"

Viscount Oragil leaned forward, a little excited in his words.

"What do you think, Griffith?"

Count Ekrio didn't draw any conclusions, just quietly looked at the silver-haired young man in front of him.

"I think we should take the initiative and take advantage of this opportunity to completely crush Aster."