Blacksmiths forge swords, spears, and armor, knights snuggle up with their horses, soldiers clench their weapons, and a storm is approaching, and an atmosphere of fear is brewing in Boulder.

In the three hundred years since Joffrey the Great unified Middle-earth and expelled the aliens, the clarion call of war came to an abrupt end, and humanity occupied this vast and fertile land. The peasants cultivated the land, the merchants brought goods everywhere, the nobles maintained order, everything was in order, and there were no soldiers for three hundred years.

Now, however, Julian McCarvey has brought sword and fire back to a land that has been quiet and peaceful for a long time. Although the tradition has been maintained, the nobles who have been at ease for a long time have forgotten how to fight, and the knight's sword has never been stained with blood.

Plebeian and aristocratic alike prayed incessantly, and never in their lives were they so sincere, begging for God's protection and for their safe return from the battlefield.

The Count of Noamon and his vassals gathered at his court.

A letter, a letter from Julian, the coat of arms of a gold-dusted eagle with wings spread was stamped on the envelope, which the Count of Noamon opened and took out the letter.

The Count of Noamon unfolded the letter, read it, and then took out a flag from the envelope.

Green tendons bloomed in Count Noammon's face, anger stained his cheeks red, and Count Noamon took out his dagger and nailed the letter to the wooden table along with the cloth cloth, "Damn!"

The vassals looked at the angry lion and didn't know why.

Baron Philip asked, "Why are you so angry, my lord?"

"Julian sent me a letter of war, asking me to fight him in a decisive battle with him on the plains of dawn, and to fight him in a decisive battle. ”

"Don't promise him, my lord. The city is built on a high mountain, the terrain is precipitous, as long as we defend the city, we will win, even if his army of 100,000 people cannot break through this place. ”

"But he humiliated me, he humiliated my family. Noamon handed the banner in his hand to his vassals.

The cloth is painted with the coat of arms of the family of the Count of Noamun, and the roaring lion seems to be indistinguishable at a vague glance, but if you look closely, you will find that the male lion has been castrated, and the male lion's genitals are missing. The original majestic image of the lion was gone, his majesty and majesty, and his strength were all erased by the mutilation of his genitals.

"This coat of arms, from my ancestors, has been passed down from generation to generation, my grandfather gave him to my father, and my father gave him into my hands, and now," the voice of the Count of Noamon rose instantly, "he, Julian McCarvey, is going to castrate him, to castrate the glory of our family. ”

"The Noamon family must not accept such an insult, I want him to pay the price! Even if he is the son of the Duke, he can't act so recklessly, I want to capture him alive, and he will regret his arrogance!"

"But, my lord," Baron Philip ....... to admonish, was interrupted by Noamun.

"Needless to say, we have 20,000 soldiers, and he has only 6,000 men, and if I retreat here, then the glory of the House of Noamun will cease to exist, and the genitals of the heraldic lion of the House of Noamon will be meaningless, the lion represents courage, and I cannot disgrace my ancestors, and I will not let the coat of arms of the family be damaged in the slightest. ”

Count Noamon looked in the direction of the Dawn Plains, "As he wishes, we will have a decisive battle on the Dawn Plains." ”

Because the vassals each led their own soldiers to the Great Rock City, this originally vast city now seemed a little crowded, and there was a lot of noise and people everywhere.

But in a corner of Boulder City, it was very quiet, quiet, and the needle could be heard. The Count of Noamont came here after dissolving the council.

A secluded hut where the Count of Noamon ordered the guards to keep watch and not to be approached, and went into the hut alone.

There were no windows in the hut, sunlight could not enter, it was very dark, there was only a candle, burning faintly, and a man in a black coat sat in the dim corner of the hut, his body hidden in a black coat, his head bowed and his black hood hidden, his face hidden in the darkness, this man was the purpose of the Count of Noammon's trip. But who was it, in the midst of the war, that made the Count of Noamon come alone in the midst of his busy schedule.

"When can I leave?" asked the man in black.

"Bear with me, the gates are now closed. ”

"Aren't you the lord of the city? ”

"There are a lot of people, and if you are seen, it will cause unnecessary trouble. Moreover, Count Karazan is a subtle and prudent man, and there must be his eyes in the city, and if he finds out, once he is tracked down, we will both die without a place to be buried. So, be careful. ”

"Damn, I've had enough of this damn place. ”

"Don't be in a hurry. Tomorrow I will lead the army out of Boulder City and head to the Dawn Plains, and the eyes of all forces will surely be attracted, and you will leave quietly. ”

"That's great. ”

"But be careful, leave quietly, and don't let anyone find out. ”

"Rest assured. Although I am often ridiculed by my clansmen, my hidden skills are unique and unique. ”