Count Tara Khan sat in the carriage and was in a worried mood.

The inner layer of this carriage is made of fine iron, which is definitely strong enough. As long as the car door is closed at the critical moment, it is an iron wall that is like a fake, even if hundreds of people besiege him, he can't help it for a while.

In other words, he's actually pretty safe now.

But he was still uneasy.

This feeling of uneasiness was foreign to him and had not been experienced in many years.

The last time I felt this way was more than 30 years ago. At that time, he had just succeeded to the count, and wanted to carry on the legacy of his grandfather and father, and build on it to grow and consolidate his rule. After thinking about it, he decided to attack the old pioneer leaders in the northern region of the kingdom.

Most of these old frontiers were founded by pioneers from the pre-kingdom era, and they were generally powerful adventurers, who set up their own villages to live in seclusion when they were old or tired of fighting. The previous dynasty was very different from the current dynasty, and the treatment of these adventurers was extremely favorable, even if they refused to swear allegiance, they were willing to recognize their ownership of the territory, so there were many such pioneer villages on the borders of the kingdom.

Later, the former dynasty was replaced by the present dynasty, and these pioneering villages united to protect the orphans of the royal family of the previous dynasty, and finally even assassinated the founding king of the current dynasty, and the relationship between the two sides was extremely bad.

Because of that supreme head of the kingdom, the kings and lords of the past generations did not dare to attack these pioneering villages, lest they follow in the footsteps of the founding king. The same is true of the first and second generation of Earl Tara Khan, who knew where these pioneer villages were, but pretended not to know at all, and did the trick of covering their ears and stealing bells.

But the three generations of counts were unwilling!

Back before he was an earl, he was investigating these pioneer villages. After a detailed investigation, he finally determined that hundreds of years of time had almost wiped out the heritage of these pioneer villages, and there was nothing to fear.

Although the founders of these pioneer villages were all powerful figures, such as the "gray-robed druid" Firuman who subdued the barbarians and mountain people with one man and one staff, and established the village by mixing ethnic groups, or the "demon slaying sword" Kalipura, who teamed up with the husband and wife to suppress the tide of the undead...... But they are all characters from hundreds of years ago, and the power of time can consume everything, when these heroes die one after another, their descendants have neither their amazing talents, nor their experience of swords, swords, and shadows, they can only rely on the guidance of their elders to cultivate, and the resources that a mere pioneer village can provide are also very limited. In this way, from generation to generation, the descendants of heroes gradually became obscure, at best, at the level of ordinary adventurers.

In order to make a hit, the Earl spent a lot of money to hire masters, formed a very luxurious crusade team, and swept away all the pioneering villages in the north in one fell swoop. There have also been dangers, such as the magic scrolls left by the "Shadow Sage" in the village of Faheti - if the two sides had not reached a compromise in the end, I am afraid that the jade would have been burned.

On that occasion, the Count was almost forced to test with his own life to see if the magic scroll of three hundred years ago would still work.

Now he feels like he was before he went to Fakhti Village.

But he didn't flinch.

Crisis is opportunity, risk and opportunity coexist, if you want to get benefits, how can you do it without taking risks?

Just like his grandfather, he has exhausted all his life, but he has only expanded his power by relying on the pioneer order. It wasn't until my father came to power and used various means to remove a few roadblocks that the rule of the Tara Khan family was completely consolidated. How can there be no risk in the middle?

Not to mention anything else, the enemy he is about to face now is not the tail of his father's hand left behind when he didn't clean it up back then.

Thinking that there was still something left of the old Loka family, which he thought had long since died out, he couldn't help but mutter, complaining that his father didn't do things beautifully enough.

The woman must have been hiding among the civilians who had fled into the forest, so that she could escape the butcher's knife of the barbarian bloodbath.

Father shouldn't have coveted such a small number of people in the first place! If he directly let the barbarian army wash the entire town of Loka in blood, and kill all the men, women, and children, where could there be any fish that slipped through the net!

After all, my father was taught too much by my grandfather, and he didn't do things simply enough!

In contrast, the Count was confident enough in his own means.

Just like this time, he was ready for anything.

When he reached the valley, it was said that the two sides were attacking from both sides of the valley, but he would deliberately delay for a while, and wait for the group of adventurers to fight with the orphans of the Loka family before slowly entering the battlefield. By the time his troops arrived near the altar, the two sides must have almost decided the winner.

When the time comes, no matter who wins, what awaits him will only be the earl's butcher's knife!

(It's just a little pity, that Eric is really good at alchemy...... ）

The Count thought so.

But he definitely didn't mean to let Eric go.

The death of a royal nobleman outside is not a big deal. But if you are quietly imprisoned, there are many problems.

The so-called death has no proof, and people can break it blindly no matter how they die. However, as long as people are alive, all kinds of accidents can happen.

Nothing is impossible in this world. Just like the enemy you are about to face, even if there is only one person left, you have the power to take revenge on the enemy.

The Count shook his head, sighed, took out his jug glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.

He was the only one in the car, not even a maid.

At the critical moment, he didn't believe anyone!

But the Count didn't know that just as he was sorry for the certain death of Eric, in the valley where the war was scheduled to start, Sleepless was looking at the scene in the crystal ball in front of him and sneered.

Inside the crystal ball, it is the scene where the Count hides his identity and leaves Tarakhan City with a large group of men.

"It's very murderous. The panda said, "I can feel it through the crystal ball." ”

"Of course, he wants to serve us to a pot. Sleepless sneered, "When I reported to him before, 'It's sure it's a demon sacrifice, and it's suspected that the big demon Ramer', he was first taken aback, and then he made an appointment with us to divide the troops and attack together...... Hehe, it's so beautiful to think about!"

"When the time comes, he'll put it off and let us fight with Lamer's men before he comes out and kills us together. There seemed to be electricity flowing in Sanyu's silver-white eyes, "It's really calculating!"

"Before, you judged that he wanted to harm us, and I thought you were unfounded, but now it seems that I was too naïve. Ankha sighed, "This world is really full of routines and calculations, which makes people feel very chilled!"

"No matter how much he does, he can't imagine that we have an air force reconnaissance. The cold light flashed in the panda's eyes, "In front of us, his little tricks are just offering ugliness! Since he wants to harm us, then his life will end here!"

Extremely high above the city of Tara Khan, Little Eggplant is holding a crystal ball, filming the scene on the ground and projecting it into the distance.

Earl Tarahan's every move has long been monitored by the traversers.