As if disturbed by the wailing of the surroundings, the military horses stopped in place, looking left and right.

Duke Herson straightened its mane, then released the reins and dismounted.

At the insistence of His Majesty Atifa, the Okasim Crusade set out from Turin two weeks ago, and after two weeks of rapid marching, the Ocassimites finally conquered the Valley of the Bleak Winds.

After this battle, Duke Herson unilaterally announced the expansion of the territory of the Okassim Empire, and his army would be able to see the walls of the city of Eclair after another seven days' march to the east. However, before His Majesty's will arrived, Herson decided to stay put, further solidifying the Okasim's rule over the Bleak Winds.

"Commander, I have captured a Venada merchant, who says that he is from the Walden family, and that he is transporting supplies to Turin on the orders of His Highness Pravor."

Gus, the commander, came with three men, and he pointed to the young man in the middle, who was dressed in the robes of the Tutan priests, and was obviously a Venada.

Herson frowned.

"His Highness Plavor?"

The young man nodded quickly.

"Yes, Your Highness Pravor."

Herson glanced at Gus, who had clearly lost his mind before asking for advice.

He cleared his throat.

"Which Highness Pravor, and what is his full name?"

"The full name is ......"

The young man thought for a moment, then frowned, "I don't know what the full name is, but there is only one Highness Pravor in the Vinada Empire. ”

The entire continent of Esicana knew that Angelo had no heirs, so apart from Oreo Plavor, Herson didn't know who else could be called His Highness Plavor.

Gus added.

"It is true that he came from the east, and he pulled a three-horse wagon of Venada steel, saying that he was going to Turin."

Herson stroked his beard.

"It's just Vinada steel, there's no steel spirit in it."

"Only Vinada steel, much purer than the alchemy workshop."

"What does His Highness Pravor mean?"

Herson muttered, turning his gaze to the young man, "In that case, the rest of the transportation will be handed over to our people, and you can go back to Yesel now." ”

The young man grimaced.

"My lord, I need the documents issued by the Turin Military Administration to go back and hand it over, otherwise it will delay the delivery of the next batch of supplies."

"Hmmm......"

Herson thought for a moment and removed the ring from his right index finger, which was the order of the commander of the Black Crane Army.

"Gus, go and prepare a letter to this gentleman, saying that this batch of supplies will be collected by Senturion Herson on his behalf, and that the documents replied by the Turin Military Administration will be delivered to Walden's house when the next batch of supplies arrives."

Herson handed the ring to Gessen, then waved his hand at the two soldiers in charge of the guard.

"Young man, do you think that's okay?"

The young man's eyes wandered from side to side, and he looked nervous.

"My lord, there are a total of 70,015 kilograms of V-shaped Venada steel here, and the amount must be specified on the reply letter, which is the request of Lord Gelus and His Royal Highness Pravor."

"Don't worry, there are no corrupt officials in the Okasim Empire."

Herson nodded heavily, and he patted the young man on the shoulder, "You're from Yesel, how is the situation there?" ”

"Everything is fine there, but Master Gerus says something big is about to happen."

The young man glanced at Herson again, "My lord, you are about to attack Eclair City......

Realizing that he ought not to ask the question, the young man quickly relented, and the two soldiers led him away.

Watching the young man board the carriage, Herson shook his head repeatedly.

"Gus, we have to admit that Lord Oreo really can do anything."

Gus also looked relieved.

"Yes, with seven tons of Vinada steel, we can make a thousand more armors."

While the two were talking, the surrounding battlefield had been cleaned up, and this was the closest safe haven to the eastern exit of the Bleak Winddale, where the Ikra Empire and the Venadas were in full swing, and everyone was expected to stay here for a short time.

Gus had been in charge of sorting out the scout's information last night, and Helson patted him on the shoulder, presumably as he was tired.

"Go and rest, and don't forget the evening meeting."

"Yes, Commander."

Gus gave a military salute and was just about to turn away, when the melodious sound of the horn suddenly came from a distance, and when he heard this sound, all the soldiers put down their work and stood up straight.

"Your Majesty Artifa!"

Gus let out a low cry, straightening his back as he watched as a carriage approached, its lights shining, cutting through the darkness of the valley like a sharp blade.

Before the carriage could be stable, a silhouette in a black trench coat jumped out of the carriage, and Atifa landed steadily, her hair tied up behind her head and tied it into a ponytail, with a heroic face.

She raised her hand to the east.

"Herson, attack Eclair City!"

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