Adam's arrival in the private domain of York coincided with the fact that the day after his arrival, there was a movement on the part of the Council of Nobles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The army of the Council of Nobles has set out from Yoman, numbering about ten thousand, and is led by Gwenda himself of the Church of the Dawn. It is expected to reach the vicinity of the Ash Forest in half a month and launch an attack on Griffon. "This is the news that Adam received from the people who were placed in the noble council.

The Golden Sword Saint Gwenda personally led the army to attack the Duchy of Griffon, and the battle between the Council of Nobles and the Duchy of Griffon was about to begin.

Oddly enough, Adam's first reaction after hearing the news was not nervousness and fear, but agitation, the excitement of the unifying Celtics. Perhaps subconsciously he wanted to unify the Celts as soon as possible and become the real Celtic master and king, rather than the current Grand Duke of Griffon. It can only be said that with the improvement of strength and the growth of power, a flame called ambition burns and grows.

The Duchy of Griffons was not unprepared for this, and the troops that were ahead of it were already stationed in York. It was only because York's capacity was limited that the number of troops stationed here was only two thousand.

There were two thousand people, and they were young warriors full of energy, and they consumed a lot of supplies every day. York itself can only be said to be somewhat reluctant on the basis of supplies. Not to mention, there are more troops to come, and Adam thinks that the logistics and supplies will need to be taken over by Griffon.

The supplies that had been stored in the Templar space for a long time finally came in handy. As the first building Adam built in the Templar space, the farm initially provided 2* militia units per month, and after Adam's class level was increased to 11, this number became 5* militia units.

After deducting the daily consumption of the class, the remaining supplies still fill several storage rooms to the brim. If the Principality is under pressure in terms of logistical supplies, supplies from the Templar space can be effective in relieving the pressure without transportation problems.

"Fawkes, help me inform Arras, the War Department, and the Senate so that they can arrange for the troops to come over as soon as possible."

The Ministry of War, the latest apparatus established after the establishment of the Duchy of Griffon, is in charge of the deployment of the entire Duchy's army, and theoretically alongside the administrative system of the first consul and the Senate, and is directly under the leadership of Adam.

The name of the Ministry of War was coined by Arras, who, according to him, "the only purpose of the existence of the army is war, conquest, conquest, conquest"! So after a brief discussion, the name of the Ministry of War was determined, simple and rude, which made a group of hot-blooded soldiers excited for a long time.

The current Minister of War is Andrew, the Golden Swordmaster of the Duchy of Griffon, and the Paladin of the Templar Space. The position of Minister of War itself requires a strong, prestigious and cohesive leader, and Andrew is the best candidate. Moreover, the Duchy of Griffons is about to enter a period of war, and the appeal of a golden sword master is amazing.

In the same way that Adam remodeled and adjusted Griffon, the other six cities were remodeled and adjusted in the same way after becoming part of the Duchy of Griffon. The original six city lords entered the central power center of the Senate, and the deputy city lord accepted Adam's appointment as the new city lord and concurrently served as the consul, and the overall power was smaller than the original one. If there are no accidents, the position of lord of all cities in the future will be appointed by Adam himself, or entrusted to the Senate, and the challenge system will no longer be accepted.

As for the local army, all the original establishment was abolished, and the army responsible for garrisoning the city was directly disbanded and transferred to the magistrate and the city defense army, which were responsible for the daily management of public security and the maintenance of urban stability. The other legions were broken up and reorganized, each forming a legion, the second through seventh legions of the Duchy of Griffon, each numbering about 10,000 men. For the time being, the commander of the legion will be held by the original personnel, but it is obvious that this position is more suitable for a warrior of the real silver rank, whether it is appeal or strength.

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As February drew to a close, the armies of the Noble Council had their first confrontation with the Second Legion and mercenaries of the Duchy of Griffon.

Mercenaries were a Celtic or Uppler tradition, employing a group of adventurers to share the pressure of the army in times of war. The War Ministry recruited mercenaries nationwide the day after receiving news of the Noble Council's troops.

Wesker was one of the adventurers who successfully passed the recruitment test, and unlike the previous practice of joining the mercenary army as long as you signed up and evaluated your strength, the recruitment of the Duchy of Griffon this time was obviously more stringent. Thankfully, he passed. This middle-aged adventurer from Munle possessed the strength of the Black Iron Rank, and he greatly admired the Grand Duke Adam the Griffon, even though the latter was almost half his age.

The middle-aged adventurer had participated in many adventures before, and he thought that the battle with the noble council was not substantially different from the previous battles, until the moment he stepped on the battlefield.

The mercenaries and the armies of the Council of Nobles fought in a valley on the edge of the Ash Forest, and the men and horses on both sides shouted almost simultaneously when they saw each other, brandishing their weapons at each other.

Wesker shouted in the crowd, and immediately raised his sword in his hand and stabbed at the other side when he saw the opposing soldier. The other party was fighting another adventurer, and he didn't notice his sneak attack, in fact, even if he did, there was no other pair of hands to defend against his attack. Warm blood spilled from his chest with the drawn sword, and the opponent's body fell limply to the ground.

"Well done, man." The adventurer said to Wesker, and charged at the other soldier. The soldier who was attacked by him threw away his sword and clutched the wound on his chest, but the chaotic crowd soon trampled him under his feet.

Wesker felt a pain in his back, and what he had done to others a minute ago quickly befell him.

He hurriedly turned around before blocking the opponent's second sword. The other party was a young soldier with red eyes, yelling at him. The wound on his back was overwhelming for the middle-aged adventurer, and every time he swung his sword, he felt a piercing pain from the wound. Fortunately, his years as an adventurer made him grit his teeth, so that he could concentrate on the battle in front of him until he hacked the opponent to death with a sword.

He did not have time to deal with his wounds, and soon new enemies rushed up. There are constantly people falling, mercenaries and noble councils. He also saw a young warrior who had shouted before the battle that he could go to the tavern for a drink after receiving the mercenary payment, and he could not claim his share of the payment himself.

This is war!

The middle-aged adventurer finally realized that any of the adventure battles he had participated in in the past could not be compared with the current scene, tragic and cruel, and this was just a battle of less than a thousand people, what should a real war of tens of thousands of people look like. In less than two minutes, Wesker had more wounds of all sizes, and the number of people who died under his sword slowly climbed to five.

His strength was gradually draining, the muscles of his hands were trembling, and every wound transmitted a tingling message in his brain, cries for rest and escape. The middle-aged adventurer roared, and with his tenacious willpower, he raised his sword high to meet the next enemy attack.

"They're about to fail!" He heard the Overseer shouting as they pulled their sword out of the body of a noble council soldier, splashing red with red liquid. The Overseer's words empowered Wesker as he shouted and kicked his foe in the stomach, piercing him with a sword as soon as he fell to the ground.

Shout! An almost transparent blade of wind flew out of nowhere, and the Overseer's head flew high, spewing a pillar of blood.

Enchanter! There are also magicians in the opposing army!

Wesker felt a chill on his neck, as if the next moment a wind blade flew out from which direction and severed his head. As long as they are not approached, mages have always had an advantage in their ranks. Especially now, he didn't even know where the other party's storm mage was hiding and using spells to sneak attack.

"Where are the archers?" Wesker couldn't help but shout that the magician had to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Shout! Shout! Two more wind blades flew from the same direction, severing the heads of two adventurers who had no time to react.

"Damn it, don't we have a mage on our side!" An archer whispered as he approached Wesker, "We don't know where the mage is, and even if we do, there's nothing we can do." ”

"Is it a toy on your back?" Wesker yelled at him.

"Be careful!" The other man shouted at him, and Wesker quickly fell to the ground, and a wind blade flew over his head.

"There it is!" The moment he lay on the ground, the middle-aged adventurer saw a figure in the corner of the valley, with a magic wand and leather armor, and he was definitely a magician.

"You want to kill that mage?" The archer, with the dagger in his hand, blocked the enemy's attack and asked in surprise.

"Nonsense, do you want to wait in line for your head to be cut off?" Wesker didn't know where he got the strength from, so he combined the archers to kill the attacking soldiers and ran in the direction of the magician. It wasn't easy, there were other soldiers on the road who stopped him.

"Mage, kill that storm mage!" The middle-aged adventurer shouted, trying to expose the mage's location to more people. The battle became more chaotic, but fortunately, after receiving the reminder, the adventurers did not appear to be directly beheaded, but it was inevitable that there would be more wounds on the body that were pulled apart. The Mage's ranged attacks are just too damnable!

"Damn, hurry up and shoot arrows!" If it weren't for the conditions, Wesker would have wanted to directly grab the arrows from the grinding archers and shoot them himself.

"No, he's been running, I can't be sure of it."

"Then follow me, fool." Middle-aged adventurers struggle to block attacks from the noble council and create opportunities for archers. Wounds, large and small, made him weaker and weaker, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts were sustaining him to keep fighting.

Shout! A wind blade cut a deep wound in his left arm, but it also provided an opportunity for the archers.

"Shot!" The other party yelled, and Wesker felt the strength of his body quickly drain away, and fell straight to the ground.

"Hey, bro, wake up, you're right, I really did it! I killed a mage! ”

It's noisy, Wesker thought, knowing that this is a battlefield, but what he wants most to do is close his eyes, don't care about anything, and get a good night's sleep. Before he closed his eyes, he saw milky white light descending from the sky. (To be continued.) )