The battle began faster than anyone expected. Marcus was undoubtedly a good demagogue, and his words did not merely emphasize glory and responsibility, as they seem, but cleverly put the interests of every nobleman behind these glamorous excuses. At the end of the day, fighting a war burns money, and while hatred of the nezumi greatly reduces the cost of mobilization and recruitment of soldiers for the various nobles, the loss of supplies and weapons cannot be reduced by this.

Greylion's various parts of the country are now being hit to varying degrees, and this impact cannot be summed up in simple population attrition. Because as a small country in a remote area, the Greylion is not rich in supplies in the first place, and any territory that suffers a huge blow will drag other regions around it into the abyss of lack of materials. Famines, riots, contagions, the Great Depression, each natural disaster will be followed by these secondary disasters, just like hyenas and vultures found on the grasslands, tearing open the skin that has long been broken, dragging out the only remaining flesh inside. Therefore, the biggest problem for the nobles is how to avoid these problems, and in the current situation, reducing the further loss of materials and transferring the anger of the people to the rat people has become the most feasible way.

Marcus pointed out this, in the face of a new enemy, in fact, the nobles of the blue lion have no way out. Hesitation only adds to the attrition and makes the shaky foundations of domination even more fragile. They must fight, and they must win. This is not for the kingdom, the kingdom will continue regardless of victory or defeat, at most it will only change the name and territory. The battle was for the authority of all who sat at the long table, and if they wanted to maintain their nobility, there was always only one way.

So when the Hand of the King and the Duke of Kroger came out of the tent, they saw a scene of unity and hatred. It's just ironic that the nobles who command their soldiers hoarsely and what their soldiers have to protect are fundamentally different. Marcus sneered in the shadow of the tent and looked at the scene in front of him, "How funny, our soldiers are afraid of demons, but our nobles are afraid of their own soldiers. This army is like a chariot drawn by a terrified warhorse, from which no one can escape. Whether there is victory or destruction ahead, we can only accelerate and rush to pieces. ”

"As long as it's not our bones that are broken, it's fine. It will take decades for the kingdom to be restored. And this experience will unite us even more, there are too many nobles and fiefs of the grey lion, and we can take this opportunity to reintegrate into a nation. The angry lion tilted his chin back, his eyes half-open and half-closed in the sunlight.

"What a nation, what a beautiful ideal, I think we only needed one king at that time, and the whole country will no longer have a Salon or a Hammer Lord, and all will be loyal to him. Are you right?" said the Hand of the King to the Duke beside him, sounding like an idealist expounding on his ideal country.

"Oh, of course. This is long overdue. The Hearn are too weak and too trusting of others, they are utter fools. The country needs a stronger ruler to take them out of their predicament. Andrea clenched his fists as he spoke, and judging by the expression on his face, the person he was talking about was undoubtedly himself.

Marcus certainly saw this, and he appreciated the ambition because there was nothing better to use than such a person. He made a humble appearance and said, "Then this person should not give up the opportunity in front of him." Leading the warriors of the nation to defeat demons and nezumi is a feat that even the founding Majesty has not been able to do, and this feat is enough to make him a natural ascendant to the throne, and the support of the people will allow him to realize his ambitions. ”

The angry lion laughed a few times and said nothing more. He walked over to the members of the family who were waiting not far away, including the old man who was acting as an advisor. Marcus saw the man at a glance, and the old gentleman met in the air as if he had met the eyes of the King's Hand. The former's eyes widened instantly, and he had only seen them in one being. But, he should be dead, that's what the old elf obviously said!The hairs on Marcus's body instantly stood on end, and the cold fear was like a poisonous snake attached to his neck gently shaking its tongue.

Facing the hand of the king, whose face had changed drastically, the old gentleman just shrugged his shoulders and said something to Andrea, who had walked in front of him. They then prepared to prepare the Kroger army, and as they left, he glanced at Marcus one last time and smiled meaningfully.

Sir Tellerreal sat down at the long table, and he breathed like a fish thrown on the shore. Cold sweat rained down his forehead, and the beautifully crafted handkerchief didn't even have time to wipe them clean. "How is it possible, how is it possible?" the fat on his face trembled with nervousness, and the same words kept repeating in his mouth. The thing he feared the most, the thing that was supposed to be dead, hell, hell!

"My lord, Duke Kroger asks you to join us in the war. The waiter lifted the curtain and said to the King's hand, who had been sitting alone in the tent for nearly an hour.

Marcus didn't even remember how he had made it outside the camp, and when he came to his senses, a large number of soldiers lined up in a phalanx and gathered in random groups had already assembled under their respective banners. Fortunately, the nobles were busy making the final checks before the expedition, and no one bothered to observe Marcus's expression. He froze, and his eyes swept around, not seeing the old man again beside Andrea. So the king's hand finally calmed down, and he stood on the half-man-high wooden review stand, ready to give orders to the various lords.

As he stepped onto the reviewing stand, Marcus noticed that two of the armies were the most out of place: the Knights of the Kingdom and the Kroger army. Of the many mixed troops, only these two units maintained a high degree of discipline and neat equipment, and although the members of the Kingdom Knights were somewhat affected by the absence of the Grand Knight, the overall morale was still high. Thinking that this powerhouse was now under his command, Marcus's hand holding the scepter relaxed slightly.

As the sun began to reach its highest, the commanders knew that this was the best time to send troops. Whether it's a nezumi or a demon, they're naturally suppressed by the sun, and this is the most favorable time for combat. All the nobles rode around their soldiers on horseback, shouting slogans as a way to boost morale. Marcus could feel the steaming power of the warriors in front of him, the smell of anger, hatred, sadness, ambition, and fighting spirit. Finally, when all the nobles had their eyes on him, the King's hand raised his scepter, and the lion carving at the top of the scepter shimmered silver in the sunlight.

"Warriors of the Grey Lion, for the sake of the kingdom and for the sake of mankind, I command you, in the name of the late former King Hearn Sigget, to go to war!"

"Roar!" a wave of hundreds of roars resounded throughout the sky, making all those hiding in the shadows aware that their crusaders were coming.