Before one of the worst blizzards of winter, Edward finally returned to the fortress of the Green Valley - and he finally made up his mind that whether he actually went north to support Green Turn, he still had to do what was necessary, and that it was impossible for the exhausted army to survive the winter in the Red Horse Canyon.

Walking on the icy snow, against the oncoming cold wind, the dusty army looked quite embarrassed, all the soldiers were covered in snow, cloaked in scarred cloaks, their armor and overalls were stained with dirt and blood, and their eyes were bloodshot on their chapped cheeks—but everyone's mental outlook was very good, energetic and energetic, and they strode on foot with their chests held proudly.

And the whole legion was no longer what it was when it set out - not only did it make up for the losses along the way, but the captured supplies alone were more than three times as much as they had been, and the huge wagons and livestock had to be taken care of by each banner regiment, and the chests full of goods alone took up a quarter of the wagons. At the end of the procession, there was a long tail, all of which were captured prisoners.

When the huge team finally arrived at the fortress of the Green Valley, the remaining soldiers and auxiliaries were ready to greet them, and everyone began to cheer when they saw the chief flag bearer carrying the captured tribal totems, countless trophies, and prisoners.

Virgil Brutus, the clerk who had already arranged the welcoming ceremony, was somewhat caught off guard when he saw such a scene - he originally thought that this chief flag bearer would be able to reach the Tallinn Pass at most and loot those small tribes that were still wintering, how could he have expected the result to be so "exciting"?!

The entire Red Horse Clan. And the war tribes that depend on them. All were swept away by Edward Witwood. Even the settlements were razed and completely disappeared from this world...... It's incredible!

Thinking of this, the clerk stood in the midst of the cheering crowd, looking at Lord Edward Witwood, surrounded by knights and officers, but his eyes involuntarily turned to Marco Tasker, who was always standing beside him—he always felt that the silver-haired wizard was staring at him, and made Virgil shudder.

Perhaps, it is not a bad thing to be completely loyal to the Chief Flag Bearer...... Virgil could only think of that, at least this adult was really powerful. In the kingdom of Turin, even children know that they are able to lead armies to victory and wealth. It must be the ruler of the kingdom - look at the nobles who sit high next to the king, Holard Minest, Mercer Kane, the Duke of Berion...... All of them.

Victory is the source of prestige, and wealth can capture people's hearts, and the clerk, who was still in a dilemma, gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, crumpled a note in his sleeve into a ball of paper, stepped on it into a mess of mud under his feet, and went to celebrate with the equally elated soldiers.

Compared to the still elected clerks, those who have always stayed in the fortress. The emissaries of the towns in the Green Valley were on the verge of fainting when they saw this!

When these people heard that Edward was going on a winter expedition, they were all waiting for the unfortunate luck of this arrogant and conceited "noble young master" - for the barbarians who lurked among the mountains and forests. They know best how terrible it is. Almost everyone was looking forward to the news of Edward's defeat and capture, or betting on how many days he would be abandoned by the army and return to the fortress "in disgrace".

But when the reality was in front of these people, all the arrogance that had been turned into creepy - there were even many people who couldn't believe that what they saw was true, barking that these were just the tricks of the noble young master, and they could only fool those big-headed soldiers.

But the reality is still cruel - blood-stained totems and weapons, hundreds of captives and slaves in front of them, and even the most arrogant squires and magnates must admit the facts before them, and no amount of self-deception can escape the truth.

Such a brilliant victory, such a huge trophy, the result can only be one. And now they have a second choice but to bow to this adult?

It is clear that all the taxes collected by the chief flag officer "on behalf of the Duke" have gone into his own wallet, but do they still have the courage to complain to the Duke of Anson now?

Especially after seeing the abundant booty, the squires of these green valley towns had already moved their minds to get a piece of the pie - several messengers looked left and right, but none of them were willing to take the initiative to go first.

"Messengers from almost all the towns in the valley have come, naturally all to be able to do business with you. Marco Tasker, who accompanied Edward, naturally saw the squires and magnates standing on the edge, and a mocking smile flashed on the corner of his mouth: "But let me make a suggestion, try not to let these guys eat the sweetness so early." ”

"Of course, even if they don't want to help me exchange these loot for supplies, the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce can still take over and sell them to the South or Bright Star City. Edward smiled, apparently not taking it seriously: "There's no need to make them feel like I have to rely on them. ”

Although the Green River Valley was a very important base for Edward, he also knew that he could not get full support from it without a proper title, but in the south, where his interests were concerned, the noble lords led by the Millar family would be more welcoming, although it was too far away.

While smiling and waving to the soldiers around him, Edward turned and walked into the command tower, still with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Is the messenger of His Highness Anson still in the fortress?"

"After receiving the news of your victorious return, he immediately returned to Hantu City to restore his life. Marco Tasker continued in a mocking tone: "The noble young master of Turin City does not have the courage to go to the treacherous mountains and forests of the Red Horse Canyon!"

"Aren't you also a noble young master in Turin City?"

"So I'm very self-aware. The silver-haired wizard was very calm: "Without a comfortable bed, without parchment and all kinds of potions, without coffee and beautiful women, it will be hell on earth!"

"Then the vast majority of people in this world are in dire straits......" Edward, who couldn't help but tease, walked into the room, and almost as soon as he looked up, he saw Ottina, standing there, staring at him coldly.

The very "caring" Marco immediately turned around and left the room, and closed the door for Edward, except for the breathing of two people, only the cheers of the soldiers outside the window could be heard in the whole room.

"Congratulations, Lord Edward Witwood!" Listening to the joyful cheers outside the window, Orweina's face only had a pale and miserable smile, "You must have made a lot of money by slaughtering and selling the Hantu, right?"

"I just did what I had to do. Edward frowned: "Those brutes...... The Hantu people attacked the fortress first, otherwise I would not have done this - I am from Turin, and of course I have to protect the safety of the people of Turine, as well as the interests of the kingdom!"

Of course, this is a lie—even if the Red Horse Clan hadn't attacked the fortress of the Green River Valley that day, Edward would have wiped them out, otherwise where would he have the money and manpower to support a strong enough legion?

"The safety of the people of Turine, the interests of the kingdom?" Ovina, who was speechless all of a sudden, bit her lip tightly, and tears were already in her crystal eyes: "What about the safety and interests of our Black Eagle Clan, do we deserve to be destroyed?!"

"You promised, you promised to make the Black Eagle Clan rise again, have you even forgotten your promise?" Ovina, who was standing in place, was about to cry: "Or are we just a bunch of burdens?!" )