Clouds obscured the sky and mud covered the land, and the rainy season was raging on the land as always, even as war had already befallen inadvertently. The generals of the Northern Legion of Dragonus finally gave up their revenge and drove all the soldiers back to their barracks. The Quaids were extremely quick to pack up, though they had not fully recovered from the two-week voyage.

The Count of Lytognes was undoubtedly the most nervous man. After reading the secret letter, he immediately urged the mercenaries to leave, and even offered to provide the barbarians with more horses to exchange. The messenger rode to Pompeira after receiving the news, but the poor roads of the rainy season cost him more than a week and three horses to death. The army could not advance at the same rate as the Couriers, and it would take them at least two natural weeks, but that time would allow the Harrisons to attack the edge of the City of Towers. The blue cattle were not short of weapons and food, because they had captured all the military supplies that had been piled up in the castles on the front lines before they had time to burn.

Karasam's towering south gate was opened by four neighing warhorses with leather and steel frames, and Quaid warriors with two mounts each stepped out of the gate with a white stone relief of a dragon. Along with the barbarians were the other cavalry, most of whom were the Earl's guard, and were temporarily under the leadership of the mercenary leader, Sir Martin.

Stepping into the jet-black muddy water with huge hooves of horseshoes, the leather-cloaked team headed straight south. The sturdy and tall Lucius Quick-Walking Horse was at first uncomfortable with the waterlogged and stinking black mud road, but when the U-turn and turning were stopped by the riders, the horses could only carry them on the ground.

The thick water vapor in the air made it a little difficult for the warriors to breathe, and there was soon an irrepressible pant of breath in the ranks. The centurion and the hunter deliberately took the opportunity to fall at the back of the group, and only when no one was nearby did they kick the horse's hip hard to get closer to the exchange. They were not punished, and even the Count of Lytonius praised the act of fighting - to stop the 'vicious pirates' who had made their way to Calasán. Before the barbarians left, the garrison had captured nearly a hundred people from the ghetto, but most of them were innocent. The Dragoninus knew the consequences, but he still didn't tell the barbarians the truth. And it is precisely for this reason that Quaid, who does not understand the language of Longinus and does not know the truth, will come to the end of the line for fear of being attacked by the cavalry of the Guard.

With a wary mood, the procession passed through the territory of the nobles of the North. After a week and passing through two towns and more than a dozen villages, we reached the northern border of the Dragonus Territory. The mighty dragon warlocks left a large area of fertile land for their descendants, and this vast triangular territory that divided the entire duchy was called the Dragoninus Realm or Grand Duke. There were knights who were loyal only to the Grand Duke's family, and it produced food that could feed the entire principality.

On the northernmost road of the Grand Duke's reign stood a city, and it was not built for some luxurious aristocracy to live in. It was, in fact, a fortress that belonged to the army, and at most it had garrisoned thousands of troops to intimidate the nobility, but the glory that could not be hidden by the sun belonged only to the grandfather of the grandfather of the current Grand Duke. There were probably two dozen soldiers left over from policing here, so it was very easy for the cavalry to get a resting place.

"The dragon god is above, we are reinforcements from Karasheng. "As soon as Sir Martin entered the castle, he slid off his horse and found the officers who remained behind. "Is there a report from Pomberra? I want to know where the Harrisons have fought. ”

"Rest assured, we have plenty of clean water and food here. The officer who was shouting immediately ran over, even more humble and respectful when he saw the badge on the knight's chest. "Praise the platinum dragon god, my lord. We just got the good news yesterday. The mud and rain had slowed down the blue cattle, and now the two regiments had entered the Hede Fortress and blocked the attack. ”

"Cheers to the rain and this damn mud. Jazz couldn't help but let out a cheer from his swollen, aching throat. "We take a break and then set off, so we might be able to get back home before the rainy season is over. ”

The guards agreed with Sir Smith's words, so their faces that had been filled with gloom from the bad news soon burst into laughter again. Nobody!Anyone!Can stop the attack of the elite dragon Enus Legion!As for the land in the southern provinces?Get rid of it, have you seen the Yankees care about the doughnut-loving southerners?But when the time comes to drive the blue cattle back to the east, these soldiers don't mind looting that land, anyway, everything will be pushed to the Harrisons who should go to the underworld.

The Quaid don't care about that. They only cared about their mercenaries and their stomachs, but when they knew that they could loot, the fierce warriors in their blood immediately let out a cheer in Quidan that the Dragoninus did not understand.

"What kind of barbarians are these? They look taller than they were in the past two days, but there are fewer of them. After arranging for the people and his men to bring food and water to this group of troops, the officer who stayed behind couldn't help but ask the centurion who was sitting next to him.

"They are Quaids, and they live on the Pamir ice field, further north of Moulton. Exhausted and hungry, the cavalryman scooped into his mouth oatmeal that was as disgusting as pig food and even had a musty smell. "These are warriors who have fought wild beasts for generations! Even the Mars, the darlings of the god of war, will be defeated before their tomahawks. ”

"They were strong, but the Mars were three thousand. More often than not, the number determines the outcome of the war. ”

"Then you should wipe your eyes clean. Only facts can stop sophistry. ”

The cavalry rested for three hourglasses before passing through the castle and heading south, the drizzle in the sky making it difficult for the soldiers to see the road, but the road, which had been trampled into mud by the hooves of the passing horses, guided them forward. The long ride wore down the inside of everyone's legs, so the Riquaid were able to keep up with the group for the first few hourglasses, but when the sky darkened and the silver moon replaced the sun, the warriors could no longer maneuver their horses as they had done before. Although the barbarians also feed ponies on the ice fields, they are not suitable for riding.

"We'll have to hurry! When you get to the City of Towers, you'll have spirits and golden legs of lamb. Sir Martin took off the hood from his head, let his short hair stick to a tuft from the rain, and yelled on the side of the road. "It's a city of coins! get rid of the Harrisons and you'll get more riches than you ever thought possible!"

No one did not admit that what Sir said was tempting, so the barbarians eventually joined the brutal war with desire and greed. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), reward, your support is my biggest motivation. )