The commotion that had taken place in the woods outside the city not long ago did not escape the eyes of the patrolling knights. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But apparently, the discoverers didn't take it to heart at all. In his report to Captain Pierce, the young knight described it as a ragtag army of infighting. He felt that this was a sign of the enemy's imminent loss of confidence, and that the famous "wolf herders" were nothing more than that.

"It's impossible to stabilize morale by killing people." The young man said, "If this continues, more and more people will escape, so let him kill everyone!" ”

That night, Pierce relayed to Sean the results of the day's patrol and mentioned it in passing. Unlike the knight and Pierce, Sean decisively realizes that the truth may not be as wonderful as they think.

After meeting with Pierce, he immediately sent someone to call the knight, as well as Payne, who was in charge of intelligence. On his orders, the young knight recounted in detail every detail he saw. He couldn't make out the subject's face, but his size, gender, and approximate age were enough for the other person in the room to make a judgment.

As the young man narrated, Payne's face became more and more gloomy, almost dripping. When the other party finished telling and retired, the tall, thin man with brown hair who usually had no waves, gritted his teeth and slammed it on the table.

"Damn...... What the hell! Payne gasped and said angrily, "They are seasoned field personnel, and they also have more than three years of seniority in those mercenary groups. Unexpectedly, it was actually pulled out together-"

Field workers are those who do not work in the Order's estates or bases, but do other work and help the Order in all aspects. They usually hide the identity of the Crow Knights, and with the exception of a few core personnel and members who need to come into contact with them for certain missions, most of the knights are unaware of their specific situation.

They cover a wide range of industries. They may be among mercenaries, merchants, taverns, artisans, and even officials of the town. This time, they also served as a dark line in the ranks of the enemy, providing a lot of information to the Knights.

"How many more field personnel do we still have in the enemy camp?" Sean asked. If there were any people left, maybe it would be better for them to leave early, he thought.

Payne punched the table again. "Nope." His voice was full of resentment, "Those people are elite—all members of the Knights who are absolutely loyal to the Order!" It's like this—"

"So, now we have lost the specific movement of the enemy forces." Sean interrupted the intelligence director's words, and his expression became serious, "Either there is a mole among us...... Either that, or the "wolf herders" are even more terrifying than we think. He crossed his fingers into a fist and laid it flat on the table, "What is the response of the other strongholds?" ”

"Nothing happened." Payne replied, "Not a single stronghold has been attacked, and there is no movement of Imperial legions approaching. There is intelligence that the empire seems to be mobilizing recently, but the specific purpose is unknown. He was silent for a moment, "Do you need to get them to help, Commander?" ”

Sean pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and shook his head.

"Not necessary yet." He looked into Payne's eyes, "However, based on the information I received earlier, Barak clearly wants those mercenaries to fight in the castle. I don't know how he plans to get them into the fortress, but I know another thing. ”

Sean pulled the blonde hair back of his forehead, tilted his head slightly, and smiled confidently, "Whatever he expects, I won't go as he wants." ”

He told Payne to retreat, and called Pierce and Guststein to his study, ordering them to prepare for the attack. The two of them took the order, and Sean felt their faint excitement about the battle, and the stone in his heart fell again.

He then left the study and went to the prayer room, located on the middle floor of the castle.

Moore, the chief priest, was sitting upright in the preparation room on the side of the prayer room, holding a scroll of imperial history in his hand. Hearing the sound of footsteps from far and near, the old man raised his head and looked at Sean with blazing eyes, as if he had expected him to come.

"Chief priest." For this old man who has dedicated his life to the Knights, Sean has always been full of respect, "I intend to teach those mercenaries and the Imperial Army a lesson. For this, I need your help. ”

The old man nodded, already understanding Sean's purpose, "Please give me some time to prepare, it can probably be done tomorrow morning." ”

"I'll set the action for noon tomorrow." Sean bowed slightly to the old man, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

……

The autumn rain has been falling from last night until early this morning. It was nearly noon, but the sun had not yet lifted the thick clouds, but was trying to see a dim vision from behind the clouds. The creepers on the outer wall of the fortress were washed clean by the rain, and they were full of green, as if they were about to swallow the entire wall in the deep green.

Sean strolled to the top of the city wall on the south side, looking up at the overcast sky.

It's been a long time since there's been such a mixture of excitement and a little nervousness. In the seven years he has been the head of the regiment, the Knights have not been smooth, but they have not encountered much of a test.

Taking the initiative may result in more casualties than holding the fort, but in a sense, the Order needs such an opponent and such a battle - both to hone the morale of the members and to show off the strength of the Order.

The sound of footsteps from the castle tower interrupted his thoughts, and Sean turned his head to see an excited Pierce, coming side by side with a blazing Gustin.

"Commander, the Second Army Corps has been prepared! You're ready to strike! Pierce rubbed his hands vigorously, "This time they must understand that crows are not easy to mess with!" ”

"The four legions are ready." Gustine bowed and saluted, "Lao Tzu will take back Barak's head to sacrifice his comrades who died under his hands!" ”

Sean turned around and looked down from the wall.

Two hundred knights lined up neatly in the square inside the castle. They were in a group of about twenty horsemen, in a formation of two horsemen and ten horsemen horizontally, and were draped in black steel armor without a trace of reflection, and winged helmets made of the same material.

The horses they rode wore visor armor and covered their bodies with pitch-black coats, underneath which were elaborately woven and magically reinforced plates, and the only legs exposed were also pure black. All horses have a black iris shield hanging from their left belly, and a heavy, sturdy spear on the other. At the top of the center of each shield is a crow with flapping wings etched with golden lines.

This is the Black Crow Knight of the Empire, known for his bravery and fear of death. Although the Order's reputation is much more than that—encouraging members to pursue a comfortable life, endorsing marriage within the Order, and so on, all of which make crows the talk of the people after dinner—their prowess and the powerful magic that originated from Mar are the keys to the Order's survival to this day.

Sean nodded in satisfaction and looked back at the two Legion Commanders.

"The chief priests will open the way for you, and the rest of the battle will be handed over to you. We don't need to annihilate all the enemy, but give them enough blows while preserving ourselves as much as possible. Sean drew the symbol of Mar on his chest, "Let Mother grant them eternal sleep." ”

"Let Mother give them eternal sleep." The two of them repeated in unison, then turned and walked down the tower, back to the front of their legion.