And just when Long Yu and they were holding a celebration banquet, about a hundred miles away from St. John's Castle, the first batch of reinforcements had been gathered here, this batch of reinforcements was led by Count Amitai of Dolong County in the south, the total number was about 100,000, and there were more than 20 large and small nobles combined, but this time they were all led by Amitey.

A grand feast is going on in Amitae's big tent, which is a common criticism of the nobles, whether they are going to war or hunting, basically every night the activities are the same, drinking wine, eating meat and watching singing and dancing, at this time the big tent is noisy, Amithai has a satisfied smile on his face, a group of brightly dressed dancers are twisting their seductive waists in the open space in front of the big tent, the nobles are talking and laughing and drinking, almost everyone can not see the slightest trace of being on the verge of war.

"My lord, the new military newspaper. An attendant walked briskly into the tent and stooped down to hand over a sealed parchment scroll, and Amité glanced at it, waved his hand and said absently, "Put it there." The attendant put the scroll down as he said, but Amité didn't mean to look at it immediately, his eyes were fixed on the writhing snow-white waist.

"My lord, Master Andrich said that this is an urgent military report, so you should take a look. The attendant bowed his head and said, a trace of impatience flashed in Amithai's eyes, but he still picked up the scroll, and after opening it extremely impatiently, he just glanced at it, and Amitei's whole person stood up involuntarily, and his expression changed greatly.

"My lord, what's wrong?" the attendant asked in a low voice, Amitai barely controlled his emotions, and after putting down the scroll, he shouted loudly: "All go down~!" After a loud shout, the singing and dancing stopped instantly, the panicked dancers walked out quickly, and the lively big tent instantly quieted down, and many nobles looked at Amitai with strange eyes, not understanding what nerves he was having at this time.

"Lord Amitei, what's the matter?" asked a nobleman who was also an earl, and Amité sat down with a gloomy face, "St. John's Castle has completely fallen, and the Knights Templar have been defeated. "What?" There was an instant uproar in the big tent, and everyone was shocked, this St. John's Castle was the last natural danger in the south, if it was broken here, then the entire south would be exposed under the iron hooves of mankind.

"How is this possible?The Knights Templar have 50,000 people~!" said a nobleman with a shocked face and disbelief, Amité picked up the scroll, "This is the military report from the front that has just arrived, and the Knights Templar themselves have sent back the news, saying that St. John's Castle has been lost, so let us stay where we are." ”

"Stay put?Lord Amitei, this only natural danger is broken, what else is there to guard. A chubby nobleman shouted, "Lord Tara, what do you mean?" Amité looked at the chubby nobleman who spoke, and the man was stunned for a moment, then returned: "I don't mean anything, I'm just saying that." ”

"The south is our south, the Knights Templar are only here to quell the rebellion, this territory is not their first duty, I think, we should quickly establish a line of defense, wait for the other nobles to gather, when the whole south is united, we will definitely be able to defeat the humans." The young Viscount Samir stood up and said in a low voice.

Many nobles looked at the young viscount, but most of them did not agree with each other, but more jokes and ridicule, "Viscount Samir, you won't be unclear about the strength of the Templar Order, your father was the previous head of the Templar Order, may I ask, the enemy that even the Knights can't deal with, our respective private soldiers can deal with?" The man who spoke was a typical southern aristocrat with a thin build, and his high cheekbones made him look wise, but in reality, this man was just a mean aristocrat.

"Fifty thousand versus eight hundred thousand, how far is the disparity in numbers, you don't need me to explain it to you, right?" Samir turned his head, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "You also know the disparity in numbers, so may I ask, how many of us are?" The nobleman asked with a sneer on his face, as if he had a holiday with Samir.

Samir's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a cold face: "Then according to what you said, what should we do? Retreat and wait to be eaten one by one?" Samir said what many people thought, in fact, most of the nobles present have already had the idea of retreating, and the reason why they are so active here is because the Knights Templar, known as the Sword of God, are here.

With them, it is equivalent to collecting the most powerful military forces on this continent, and following them to fight back the humans, the territory occupied by the humans is a big fat, but they never thought that even the Knights Templar would be defeated.

"Samir~!" Amité shouted in a slightly heavier tone, Samir bowed his head slightly, and sat down, "We are only a hundred miles away from St. John's Castle, and if nothing else, we will meet humans at dusk tomorrow." Amita said with a serious expression.

Many people secretly gasped, they didn't expect this war to come so quickly, "Therefore, the idea of retreat must not be used, once we withdraw, the land behind us will all fall, and now only we can unite together to keep the territory left by our ancestors." Amité knew very well what these nobles cared about, in their eyes, justice and courage were only superficial, and only territory and wealth were what they cared about.

As soon as Amite's words came out, many people frowned and thought, the south is very vast, but the vastness is vast, but they can't run away, because the biggest asset is their territory and people, if they run, there will only be the dwindling treasure, and it is impossible to raise their heads again for the rest of their lives, after a short silence, the nobles have expressed their support for Amithai, with him as the leader, and resolutely fight against mankind to the end.

Amitee didn't say anything more, originally he was the leader of this alliance, and quickly demarcated the defense areas of various nobles, Amitei only asked them to do one thing, that is, to be able to establish a defense line at noon tomorrow.

The feast was halted in the middle of the preparations, and the nobles had no time to complain, and each went back to his tent, and only seven or eight men were left in Amitae's tent, among them Samir.

"The defeat of the Templars is unexpected. Samir sighed and said, the other nobles also looked sad, but Amita frowned, looking at the map of the south carefully, "Lord Amitey, you have a good chance of winning." "The people who can stay in this big tent are Amitei's henchmen and nobles, so they don't have too many scruples about talking to each other.

"If you stick to it, it is estimated that it will only last for fifteen days. Amitei turned around and said, "Fifteen days?" A nobleman asked in surprise, you know, they are also more than 100,000 troops, and they can only hold for fifteen days, such an estimate is not too shameful to give themselves.

Amitei shook his head and said, "This is just my estimate, if we really fight face to face, I think it would be good if we could hold out for ten days." "Amité, are you too pessimistic about this war? Said another seated nobleman of Amitei's age.

"It's not that Lord Amitai is pessimistic, it's that the composition of our army is too complicated, they belong to various nobles, and they have not dealt with each other, and these nobles are also people who have seen different ideas, and once the war is lost, I think more than half of them will escape. Samir continued.

"That's right. Amitai nodded, he was not afraid of war, and even he wanted war, but he didn't want his opponent to be a human this time, the family that had dominated the south for thousands of years had actually had the ambition to dominate the south, but it had been run for dozens of generations, this was just a fantasy, the unprecedented prosperity and stability of the Elven Empire laid the foundation of the power of the royal family, and no one was allowed to go to war without the order of the Holy King.

This national rebellion can be said to be the opportunity that Amita has been waiting for for decades, but he has just been preparing to start an incident, and the Knights Templar descended on the south like a thunderstorm, so that Amita had to temporarily suppress it, this time he summoned all kinds of nobles to come, one is to show his appeal, and the other purpose is to fish in troubled waters, taking the opportunity to occupy a large number of lost territory, which is also the reason why he brought 70,000 soldiers.

"If the other nobles hold on for a moment, we will be the first to suffer. A middle-aged nobleman said in a deep voice. "So, if we have to think of another way, we can't stick to it, there is no natural danger here. Amité tapped the map, "I'm going to send Samir to ambush in Wailing Canyon." ”

"Ambush?" Samir stood up, glanced at it with suspicion, wailing that the canyon was deep and narrow, hiding tens of thousands of people, but there were 800,000 human beings, and the ambush here was not looking for a beating?

If Long Yu was here, he would laugh when he heard that 800,000 was estimated, but there were only 400,000 human beings, but in the south, it has been rumored that there are 800,000, more than 400,000 going south, and 400,000 guarding the east, which makes many nobles who want to fight the east stop their thoughts.

"This is the Green Light Forest, I have asked Andrich to lead 20,000 soldiers to ambush there, as long as the spirit of the human race is frustrated, it can mobilize the enthusiasm of the nobles, we must first let them know that the human race is not invincible. Amité nodded calmly.

Samir's eyes flashed with excitement, and he hurriedly responded, but several elderly nobles frowned, "Amithai, even with Samir's help, it's only 40,000 people, how can 40,000 people ambush hundreds of thousands of humans?"

"Although there are 400,000 human beings, but their 400,000 can't be placed in a straight line, our goal is their front army, we just need to frustrate their spirit. Amité explained. "I'm only afraid, these 40,000 people have gone and never returned, after all, the number of human armies is very large, if they are bitten, I am afraid that few people will be able to come back. Another nobleman said bluntly.

"Don't worry about this, I've already negotiated with the druids of the Green Light Forest, and they'll send our soldiers back when the time comes. Amita said confidently.