When Frederick stepped into the border of Dortmund, he was immediately spotted by Brother Derian, who was already waiting at the border, and he personally escorted Sir Frederick's convoy in the direction of Dortmund Castle with his attendants, and of course, the army full of vivian feeling.

This time, the Duke of Rizland can be said to have given Karl enough face, and Sir Frederick brought five hundred troops, including thirty knights.

Of course, most of the others were armed minions, that is, light infantry with spears, but there were also many in armor, although it was leather armor, but it was also commendable.

Of course, such a force is nothing in the Duchy of Rizland, and the army of the Duke of Rizland is much stronger than this, but now it is only here to support Karl, it is a war without any return, and it is already good to be able to give so many people.

In order not to make other nobles feel that they were despising them, Karl did not make a special guard of honor for Frederick's arrival, after all, Frederick was only a knight in name, of course, in order to show his importance to Sir Frederick, or the importance and loyalty to the Duke of Rizland, it was impossible to really do nothing, so there was a scene where Brother Derian led the way for Sir Frederick's team, which was Karl's palace minister.

"Welcome, Your Excellency, I salute you." When Sir Frederick entered Dortmund Castle, Karl, who had already been prepared, came to the castle hall to meet Sir Frederick.

"Oh, please don't salute Lord Earl, I don't think I can afford to bow to you." Frederick shook his head, Karl was more noble than him now.

"Carl, my friend, I've come here rarely, shouldn't you prepare me a cup of tea to moisten my dry throat?" Sir Frederick said with a smile.

"Hey, Lord Sir, don't worry, your drink is here, it's still freshly squeezed, so I'll wait for you to arrive before they get ready."

As soon as the words were spoken, a maid came out with a glass of rose-colored liquid.

"It's ...... Grape juice? Sir Frederick was dumbfounded, and took a drink from his glass.

"It's delicious, what did you add? It seems like it's not just grape juice. Sir Frederick was a little puzzled, and he smacked his mouth, for the taste was much better than mere juicing.

"Haha, that's a trade secret." Carl laughed and pretended to be humorous, just kidding, how could he not know to add some ingredients to the juice after drinking the drink for many years.

"Okay." Sir Frederick didn't ask much of the question, but asked for another drink.

"What do I see your army seem to be doing along the way?" Sir Frederick remembered the queue he had seen when he first entered the castle, and was a little puzzled.

"You can rest for the night, and you'll know about it tomorrow, and I'm sure you'll have confidence in the war." Karl smiled mysteriously.

Sir Frederick nodded, to be honest he was tired, and his back ached from the journey, as the jolting of the carriage was just as unbearable, and he needed a good night's rest.

Tonight's moon is extraordinarily bright, and the silver light is sprinkled on the earth, which makes Dortmund Castle dyed with some poetry, and even the axe marks on the city walls are particularly deep, and the eagle flag on a blue background hangs above the castle, stretching in the wind, as if telling the heroism and glory of the castle owner.

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"Distinguished guests, this is my ceremony to welcome you, I make him a parade!"

On the makeshift podium, Karl was smiling with his hands behind his back, and around him were the nobles, who were sitting in seats with their names written on them.

Their seats are all good, at least to take in the whole venue.

"Count Karl, my friend, what the hell is this?" Sir Frederick asked, frowning.

"Please don't worry, Lord Sir."

Just as Carl was about to say something, an attendant walked over and nodded at Carl.

Karl smiled slightly, turned to look at the field below, and shouted: "The parade begins!" ”

"The Thorn Corps is read!"

"The Thorn Corps is read!"

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The voices of a row of past attendants came and went until they reached the edge of the field.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the iron gate was opened, and a large group of soldiers slowly walked from the other side of the door, led by Kevin, Karl's military minister, now he was wearing a suit of plate armor, shining, it could be seen that the plate armor was very well maintained, he was riding on a war horse, and his horse was also draped in iron waistcoat, holding a horse lance, and marching slowly, and then thirty heavy infantry in chain mail, each of them wearing face armor, and their whole bodies were wrapped in cold iron, which made people shudder.

Seventy leather-clad soldiers followed, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords hanging from their waists, their neat steps brightening their spirits.

A total of 100 people were in a uniform formation, as if they were the same person, and the sound of footsteps shocked everyone present, as if stepping on their hearts.

In the middle of the phalanx, the flag bearers held aloft the banner of the Thorns, black thorns, sharp as sharp swords as if they were about to pierce the enemy's chest.

"What is this?" Sir Frederick's eyes widened, and his hands on the armrests trembled slightly, and the momentum was too impressive.

And most importantly, those gears! The equipment of this thorn army is too good to be too good, and the leather armor is good to say, and some nobles who trade in furs may be able to take out so much leather armor, but the chain mail is different, each one is precious.

"Count Karl, God, is this your army of thorns?" Frederick's breath was short, and he couldn't take his eyes off the approaching corps.

"No, Lord Sir, it's just one company of the Thorns, and the Thorns have three companies." Karl said with a smile, this time is different from the past, he used to maintain the size of the Hagrid Corps and the Thorn Corps of 100 people, but now this is not the case, the two corps have been expanded by him to the size of 300 people, divided into three companies, a total of 600 people, Sylvia and Kevin keep their status as corps commanders, and lead the central company of the corps, and add four new company commanders.

"Three companies? Could it be that the other two companies are also equipped like this, did you loot all the Flo people? Sir Frederick was dumbfounded and said in disbelief, and the other nobles also looked at Karl in fear.

"No, no, no, of course not, only the Central Company is configured like this." Karl waved his hand, what are you kidding, it's all such a configuration, and Dortmund won't be sold out.

When he said this, he could clearly feel the relief of the nobles around him, after all, it was really terrible.

When the Thorn Corps walked past the podium to be reviewed, the shock was even greater, and listening to Karl's command, the nobles were silent one by one.

"Hagrid's Corps is read!"

"Hagrid's Corps is read!"

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The Thorns had just walked away, and the herald spread out again.

"Coming back?"

The nobles were taken aback, they thought the matter was over.

But things didn't change because they thought they would, and Hagrid's corps, led by Sylvia, approached the direction of the podium, with a small red cross flag on the left on a white background surrounded in the middle.

With the same plate armor, the same equipment, and the same pace, the nobles only felt a little dry-mouthed.

"Karl, shouldn't this Hagrid regiment also have three companies?" Sir Frederick asked.

"Of course, Lord Sir." Karl smirked.

"You're a bit of a surprise to me, Carl." Sir Frederick took a deep breath and said.

"Lord Count, if I'm not mistaken, you seem to have formed a knightly order?" Baron Bultan on the side spoke, he had investigated Karl and knew a lot of information, while the other nobles were a little dazed when they heard this, when Carl von Dias formed the Knights, why didn't they know.

"It's the Knights who recently defeated the Wikipedians." Frederick nodded, and everyone was stunned.

"Haha, it's Baron Bourtan, but you'll soon be able to see this glorious order, and I'm sure they'll make a good impression on you." Karl smiled and clapped his hands, as if agreed, just when Karl clapped his hands Hagrid's regiment had left, and instead a group of heavy cavalry wearing specially modified armor and dress came up, they put on a diamond-shaped formation, like tanks, of course, if there were tanks, there were also a group of heavy cavalry guarding around them, which was one of Carl's family bases.

"Hmm...... It's so murderous, and their hands are covered with blood. One of the bishops couldn't help but say, and then drew a cross on his forehead and shoulder.

"No, no, no, my lord, they are full of glory, they are like a sharp knife in the midst of the pagan war, piercing the enemy's chest fiercely, they have defended the land of Jesus, so they are not bloody, they are glorious." Karl shook his head, he didn't want the Templars to be stigmatized, especially by the Church.

"Well, maybe you're right, they are glorious, let me pray for them." The bishop seems to accept Karl's statement and no longer put on a sad face.

"This really is a terrifying order of knights...... "Frederick muttered, staring intently, Carl knew what the other party was looking at, nothing more than staring at the diamond array......