The bells of the Glorious Cross woke the sleeping city of Turin, and it was only when it was dark that a few yawning guards opened the gates at regular intervals, though not even a single pedestrian. The listless appearance is still a little cautious, and the weapon at his waist is always in his hand.

After the turmoil of the previous days, not a single guard dared to let his guard down, and even many of the people patrolling the streets looked like they were facing a great enemy - the bloodbath of the entire Brindis family, the fierce fighting in the square, and the riots at the junction of the eastern and western cities all made them grow two more hearts.

Just when he raised his head and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, a dusty cavalryman suddenly appeared in the distance, holding a swallowtail flag in his hand, and he didn't even mean to stop, galloping in the direction of the city gate!

Several guards didn't even dare to stop it, especially after seeing the flaming goshawk swallowtail flag held in the other party's hand, they quickly withdrew to both sides of the road, and the galloping cavalry didn't have any intention of slowing down at all, like a gale, it swept through the city gate like a gale, and a few guards who were scared enough looked at the direction of the cavalry just now, and tried their best to look.

If you are not mistaken, the direction in which the other party is going is the royal palace of the Markherus hills!

At noon, in spite of all the events that had taken place, and the absence of many nobles, the Council was convened on time—probably the smallest of the years of His Majesty's reign, not even half of the usual number, most of whom were also important ministers of the kingdom, and none of the men who were usually shouting were present.

Although the number of people is extremely small. But the atmosphere was so oppressive that no one could speak—not silently. It's just standing still and not moving. It's like a sculpture, and it doesn't even have an expression.

The most surprising thing was that the Duke of Berrion sat in the first place, still appearing in the throne hall as the Lord of the Seals, and unharmed. Many people thought that Horace would have locked up his "dear brother" in a dungeon that no one could find!

Horace I, who sat on the throne, was dressed in a simple attire, and looked very casual with a crown, but the little prince Anson, who was sitting on the side, changed into his most formal dress, with a gold buckle, a jeweled ring, and a flaming goshawk badge hanging on his body, as if he was going to some ceremony.

Such a situation has attracted the attention of many people. I can't help but speculate - could it be that His Majesty Horace has finally decided to officially let the prince inherit the title of Duke of Hantu City today?

If that were the case, perhaps today would be the last day that Berion would be able to appear in the throne hall - many people could not even help but sigh, even the stupidest of them would not believe that Berion had caused this rebellion, and that he had simply been carried by someone else, or even used.

Gavin Brindis, this guy who doesn't know what to do with his nerves dragged Berrion into the water, and became a stain that Berion couldn't erase. And after he lost the title of Duke of Hantu City. The power that can be exerted in Turin is greatly reduced.

"This is the news that has just come from Hantu, let's take a look. Horace, who was seated, handed down a parchment scroll. Let the court ceremonial officer Bernard read it aloud.

Bernard on the side was much calmer, and read out the contents of the letter word by word, and the old man's strong and powerful voice echoed in the room of the throne hall.

Before Bernard finished reading, the whole hall was already completely shocked-the situation in Hantu was even worse than Berion had said, and the number of barbarian armies gathered had even exceeded 100,000, and they had begun to invade to the south!

Originally, the defense line of Hantu City was like a rag pocket, and the whole line was torn apart, and there was an emergency everywhere, and towns and fortresses were falling every day, and the situation was far beyond everyone's imagination!

A group of barbarians, mountain tribes, could do such a terrible thing - if they had such power a long time ago, why hadn't they even moved in the past?!

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to Berion who was sitting in his position - for the past ten years, this Duke has been guarding Hantu City, and it has been peaceful for more than ten years, although occasionally there can be some rumors about Berion fighting with barbarians in Hantu, but they are just some rumors, and no one has ever taken those things seriously.

The proud nobles of Turin never thought that these barbarians would be the match for the army of Turin knights, but now it seems that the real credit lies with the Duke.

So what did His Majesty mean, did he mean to let the Duke of Berion go back? Even Mercer Kane couldn't help but shake his head - in any case, His Majesty Horace would not let Berion return to the city of Hamtu, he could no longer give Berion the opportunity to establish his prestige and gather an army, especially in the current situation.

"According to local defenders, the army of these barbarians includes trolls, blood wolves, and black-horned rhinoceros...... They are all amazing monsters, helping the wildlings of the wilderness to slaughter our cavalry, smash open the gates of the city walls, and take castle after castle. Horace's voice was extremely calm: "Hmm...... It seems that we are still living in the mythical age of King Levy Marchelus!"

There was a burst of laughter in the hall, and it was obvious that no one would believe what would appear in these "old mother's stories", it was simply inconceivable, and even a few nobles claimed on the spot that it was the defenders who made up such a thing as "there are monsters" to deceive children in order to hide their incompetence.

"They weren't lying—they were all true, Brother Horace. Barrion looked at Horace on the throne with great calm: "I once hunted a troll that was wreaking havoc near Hantu City, and that monster was ten meters high, and it was not much more difficult to smash a wooden fence than it was for us to smash a cup. ”

"And how did you kill such a behemoth?" asked one of the nobles, in a mocking tone, "is it said that he is holding a spear, like King Levy Marcherus killed a dragon?"

"No, a whole squad of light cavalry with plenty of javelins and crossbows as bait, enough traps to fit this monster into, and ballistas to shoot through its head. Barrion replied calmly, "In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of if such a monster is merely a monster, but when the barbarians tame them and then use them in war, it will be a terrible thing!"

"They can easily storm our castles, hordes of blood wolves will brutalize our light cavalry, silently turn guards into corpses in the night, and then the entire camp will be shrouded in darkness, and our warriors will only shrink behind the walls, waiting for the enemy to come to the door. The Duke of Berion slowly stood up: "They must be stopped, no matter who they are, they must be stopped, otherwise it will not be just the vast land, half of the kingdom will be shrouded in the terror of this group of savages!"

"And we will stop them, we will defeat them completely!" Horace nodded: "And all this is the undoubted mission of the Duke of Hantu City, and it is also the undoubted mission of the kingdom!"

The people in the hall began to get excited - they thought that there could be no second person other than the Duke of Berion, and this would be a good opportunity for all of them to make a difference!

"Therefore, I have decided that the new Duke of Hangtu, Anson Marcherus, will be the commander of the expeditionary force, and lead the knights under the Flame Goshawk to the Vast Lands to put down the rebellion of these barbarian tribes once and for all, and let the power of the kingdom be re-established in that savage land, and protect our people and all the devout believers who believe in the Radiant Cross!" (To be continued.) )