"Carlos, how did you get back to Ilcutrin?" Lance asked in a hurried tone, looking at his broken leg. After all, one leg can't handle a horse running through snow-covered mountains and forests.

"I—I'm crawling back," Carlos replied, a little distraught.

Lance's answer made him feel very disappointed, if he could not send troops to rescue the Count, then his actions would be completely meaningless. It's better to die in that mountain forest, at least you can pull a few more Misty Mountain barbarians on your back.

"Climb?!"

Lance looked at him in astonishment, and from Carlos's frostbitten palms and elbows, the almost worn out of his leather coat, he had to accept this reply.

"Yes, climb!" Carlos said in a slightly agitated tone, remembering his broken leg because he had not been treated in time, and even shed tears: "It took me a day and a night to climb to Ircutrin, I put in so much effort, why, why...!"

"Calm down, Carlos!"

Hearing his answer, Lance's pupils constricted, and he couldn't comfort the poor knight for a moment, he turned his head and looked out the window suddenly.

It was close to noon, and a Ranger roared by, rushing along the Kingdom Road towards the distant village, and many civilians from the nearby places were already pushing carts, carrying all their belongings, and were lined up at the city gate in an orderly manner, and registered to enter the castle one by one under Angel's orderly arrangement.

His own orders were perfectly executed.

But Lance looked to the north with a pale face, and muttered, "Silverblade Castle..."

"Silverblade Castle...?" Hearing this familiar name, Carlos was slightly stunned, temporarily calmed down, and looked at him with some doubts.

"I ask you, who is the leader of the Misty Mountains besieging the Earl?" asked Lance eagerly, unsettling by the lingering conjectures in his mind.

"Chief, I'm sorry..."Recalling the bad experience, Carlos replied with some depression: "I don't know, I accidentally rolled down the hill at that time, and I only saw a shaman directing people to set up tents behind the battlefield..."

"I don't know? it doesn't have to be like that, no," Lance anxiously walked around the room.

"No!" he slammed his palm, as if he had made up his mind, "Anyway, I'll have to make sure!"

If everything is really as he suspected, then the 'Omenwolf Wolf' should be in the Silverblade Castle at this time, after all, Carlos is crawling back, thinking that if their target is Ilcutrin, the castle should have been surrounded a long time ago, how can he still have time to notify the civilians of the nearby villages to enter the city to take refuge.

Even if he guessed wrong, there was only one reason why he hadn't seen the Misty Mountain people call for so long, the 'Omenwolf Wolf' planned to destroy the Earl's forces before attacking Ilcutrin. Either way, there is no danger here for the time being.

Then the Earl must be saved!

After all, once the first possibility is established, after the Silverblade Castle is breached, the connection between Ilketlin and the Kingdom of Livingston will be completely severed, and there will be no way to escape at that time.

Relying only on the only four remaining militia brigades in the castle and the full number of people, there are only 50 people, and the castle guards who have experienced heavy losses due to mutiny?

Lance remembered that the Count had brought with him all elite Livingston hoplites, well-armed and well-trained, whose combat effectiveness was not at all comparable to that of his own militia with rudimentary equipment, but they could defend the city and do some work to keep the castle safe. Besides, in that case, every time there is one more soldier guarding the city, everyone will have more hope of survival!

From the fact that the Earl attacked the Misty Mountain people and only led his own subordinates into battle, it can be seen how unpopular this group of guys who are basically used as cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, as the main combat force that has been able to control this area, the Ranger Brigade has completely fallen into the town of Lane.

With the current state of the castle, even if the people of the Misty Mountains don't come, the robbers who are ravaging the north will have enough to drink a pot of their own. After all, without the deterrent power of the rangers, whether it is a caravan or a village in the territory, in the event of an emergency, when he rushes over with the militia brigade, he can only collect the bones of those poor people.

"I agreed. Lance looked at Carlos and said in an affirmative tone, "I promise you to send troops to rescue the Count!"

"Your Excellency?"

Reims' decision brought Carlos back to hope, and he looked at it with hope.

"Rest well, Carlos. Lance patted him on the shoulder, admiring his resolute behavior, if he hadn't crawled to report the news, maybe he would only be let out by the panicked guards when the Misty Mountain people surrounded the castle, and then it would be too late!

So strictly speaking, Carlos is worthy of the glory of knighthood, he has indirectly saved his own life, and it can even be said that he saved the entire Ircutrin.

"Don't worry, I'll go gather the soldiers now!" Lance said with a smile as he looked at his eagerness.

"Thank you, my lord, on behalf of the Count, I thank you for your assistance in times of crisis, regardless of your past suspicions!" said Carlos, who wanted to sit up excitedly, but the pain in his ankle forced him to lie down again.

"Relax, I think you'll need to recuperate for a while before you can get back into action. Lance waved at him and walked away with Carlos looking at him gratefully. He needed to get ready as soon as possible, after all, almost all the Rangers had already been dispatched.

"Thank you, Mistress Lance!" came Carlos' excited shout behind him.

Lance ignored it, and he hurried to the tower and blew the horn of the assembly himself.

"Woooooooooo

With the sound of a terrible horn, a ranger hurried back in the direction of the castle after completing the task at hand as fast as he could.

In addition to those on duty, most of the militia brigades in the castle also hurried back to their stations and quickly put on their equipment.

By the time Lance had put his armor and cloak in order and made his way through the corridors to the square, they were almost there.

After calculating the time, he stood still on the high platform and shouted, "Count!"

“1、2、3、4....”

"Report to your lordship, the first brigade has been assembled, and no one is absent!"

"The second brigade has been assembled, and no one is absent!"

"The Tenth Squad of the Rangers has been assembled, and the two are absent!" replied the Rangers, leading their horses in formation, equally loudly.

"Are there 2 Rangers missing..."

Livingston's army was made up of 10 squads, 100 squads, and 1,000 legions, and the Rangers present now had only eight minus Martin and Jacob.

"Maybe it's because the village they're responsible for informing is far away," Lance thought.

He held the long sword in his hand and looked at these soldiers who belonged to him, and his gaze swept like an eagle, making many people bow their heads weakly.

"I know many of you want to know where our remaining 88 Ranger brothers have gone!" Lance said in a low tone, "I also know what many of you are secretly talking about behind your backs!"

Suddenly there was a whisper from below, and the horses stirred uneasily.

"But that doesn't matter!" Lance suddenly raised his voice, "I don't care about your discrediting behavior, those damned Misty Mountain barbarians have set a trap to lure our Ranger brothers to abandon their horses and have to fight bloodily in the town of Ryan to protect the people of the kingdom from harm!"

"Then why are you back?" questioned a ranger with several medals on his chest, who was the leader of the squad.

For commoners, removing those medals that symbolize honor and have no actual effect, squad leader is already the highest position that can be obtained through seniority and military exploits, and then go up to the top to make great contributions to the kingdom, be named a knight, and successfully become a member of the ruling class.

It is because he has the confidence and qualifications to be proud.

Lance was not surprised at all, and it was always an insurmountable hurdle to gain the support of these valiant warriors.

Warriors don't follow cowards, and Livingston has always been known for being a brave warrior rather than a disciplined warrior.

He knew the pride in their hearts and respected it.

At the beginning, his brother Igor, as the captain of the only Ranger brigade under his command, served as the deputy commander of the Ilkettrin front in the Misty Mountains as a civilian knight.

This is also the custom of Livingston's army, and the knights promoted by civilians serve as captains of various brigades, and those who are capable hold the title of deputy commander, and as for the commander, they must belong to the old nobles who are proud of their blood.

"Because I'm wounded!" Lance said, glancing at Martin and Jacob, who were standing in line in the crowd, defended, "I was seriously injured and unconscious, and Adjutant Igor took over the command, and I myself came back to Ilkotlin to wake up." ”

"Listen, no matter how many doubts you have and how many versions of the rumors you have heard, now is not the time to discuss this. He thumped his chest hard, and the gauntlets and armor struck each other with a muffled "clang!" "Count Carolus of Silverblade Castle was ambushed by the damned Misty Mountain barbarians on his way to the rescue of Lane Town!

"If you doubt my courage—" Lance paused, and exclaimed, "In the name of 'Nidaye', I will lead the charge!"

Despite not understanding who his own adult is as 'Nidaya' (sounds like a god's name?), the oath of a Livingston nobleman is trustworthy enough. Unlike the treacherous bitches of Sarion, the lords of the North have always prided themselves on keeping their promises.

"Charge! charge!"

The squad leader retreated into the queue with satisfaction, shouting loudly with his comrades.

"So..."

Lance jumped off the platform, mounted his horse, and came to the front of the procession.

"Let's go!"

He pointed in the direction of the Krens Mountains and shouted loudly.