Only the next morning, Edward had fulfilled his promise by sending the first batch of weapons and armor to the Black Hawk Clan's camp, all of them with fine spears, kite-shaped shields and broadswords, one-handed axes, and equipment that was supposed to be used to arm the recruits, and gave Iskar for his own distribution.

Gently drawing a Turin broadsword, Iskar couldn't put it down as he weighed it in his hand—it had been a long time since they had possessed so many sophisticated weapons. On the long way of escape, they did not even have time to pick up the enemy's weapons, so they had to keep running, and at last they had to sharpen the branches of the trees and use them as spears, and the young warriors could only use stones as weapons, which was extremely shabby.

And on Iscar's waist hung a Seiko Dominic scimitar given to him by Edward - Iskar fell in love with this sharp and narrow weapon almost at first sight. Not only does it look quite beautiful, but with just a flick of it, you can cut a spear made of a tree branch in two!

The life-saving grace, the hospitality, and the weapons and armor that were now given away - none of the warriors of the Black Hawk clan would have felt that this Turin lord named Edward Witwood was not doing his best to help them, and there was a look of hope on his face.

With the help of such a powerful Turin lord, even if it is to recapture the Eagle's Nest Valley, it is definitely not a problem, right? After years of fleeing and persecution, the pent-up anger in their hearts has turned into an incomparable desire for revenge.

With the hopeful eyes of the clans behind him, and the same ambition to restore the clan, Iska finally put aside the words that Orwina had warned him for the time being. Walked into the military tent that looked rather grandiose.

The moment I saw him walk in. Edward, who was sitting in a chair inside the tent, smiled casually. The silver-haired wizard on the side couldn't help but twitch his cheeks - every time he saw Edward's smile, nothing good would happen.

After a short silence, Iskar, who finally couldn't help it, spoke: "Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your help, both I and the entire Black Hawk Clan, but please forgive me for asking more, why?"

"You're from Turin, we've been enemies for the past three hundred years, so why help us? But I also know that you will not ask for such a generous hand because of the request of a desperate little girl. ”

This kind of question surprised Edward, but it was not so unexpected that he smiled and nodded, and admitted very dryly: "That's right, it's not just because of Orvina. ”

"And what are you willing to help us for?"

"Quite simply, peaceful. Edward beckoned, and the silver-haired wizard on the side, who understood his heart, opened the map of the land hanging on the wall with some laziness: "The entire Midwest of the land is in a state of peace. ”

"What the hell is going on in the land now. You must know better than I do, Lord Iska. "Edward standing up. He pointed to the area east of Hantu City on the map, and specially painted all the icons in red: "You don't need me to explain it again, right?"

Iskar nodded.

"But now this terrible chaos is only in the east and north—the tribes of the Lords of the South, except for those who have joined them, have been pacified, and now I must ensure that the central and western parts of the Lordlands cannot continue to be involved in this chaos and threaten the hinterland of the Kingdom of Turin. Edward said in a deep voice, "This is crucial!"

"And now we have some news that the Night Stalker Clan, which occupies the Eagle's Nest Valley, is likely to ally itself with the warring tribes that are waging war on the kingdom, which is very dangerous. Edward's face was unchanging - he had only known about the existence of the Night Stalker Clan three days ago, how could he have known about this clan so quickly: "Danger must be nipped in the bud. ”

"We're not here to go to war, but this rebellion must stop - for that purpose, I can help the Black Hawk Clan re-establish your tribe in the Eagle's Nest Valley, and make the surrounding tribes your vassals, as long as it's ......"

"As long as we are willing to be vassals of you Turin......" Iska's expression looked rather ugly.

"I prefer to call it an ally - the current Duke of Hantu City is His Royal Highness Anson Marcherus, the most legitimate heir of the kingdom, and will become the ruler of the kingdom of Turin in the near future, and being his ally will definitely not help you at all. The corners of Edward's mouth raised: "Think about it, let the totem of the Black Eagle Clan float over the Eagle's Nest Valley again!"

Iska's expression looked rather difficult--allies?, to put it nicely, shouldn't this ally of his own submit to His Highness Anson Marcherus and kneel before him?

But what will happen if they refuse? How long will they continue to endure this life in exile, and how long will they continue to let their people flee with them, and will they be able to continue to live like this?!

Isn't the humiliation and torture already endured enough?!

It's been too long, too long, from the fall of the Black Eagle Clan to the betrayal of the Night Stalkers, it's been so much that it's too much to sustain - in fact, if I hadn't met Edward and them yesterday, I'm afraid I'd rather die at that nameless riverbank than continue to flee.

Iska, who walked into the military tent with this mentality, knew very well that he had no intention of refusing Edward from the beginning, and he also knew very well that the other party would not help him for no reason, and the reason why he was still ambiguous was that his pride did not allow him to bow his head in front of the people of Turine.

Pride...... Iskar couldn't help but laugh at herself, who is still alive now, what qualifications do you have to be as proud as in the past?

Edward didn't open his mouth to force or induce Iskar to agree - he had done enough, and if he refused at this point, Edward was not against killing people and killing people, or finding a way to let these people die "inexplicably" in the Eagle's Nest Valley, and then he would have another excuse to send troops.

It is unrealistic to completely conquer the entire Eagle's Nest Valley, neither manpower nor time allows, and it is your only choice to support a puppet in the name of it.

Finally...... With a long sigh, Iskar walked to the front of the map and pointed to the mountain that marked the direction of the Eagle's Nest Valley: "Near this place, I remember that there are still two tribes that support the Black Eagle Clan, but they have been suppressed too much by the Night Stalker Clan, so it seems that they are ready to surrender recently." ”

"The leaders of these two tribes, one who fought alongside my father and the other my cousin, will be on our side - if we can defeat the Night Stalkers!" Iskar paused, his eyes still flashing with something in his eyes, "And the cavalry of these two tribes is very powerful. They were the ones who helped me divert my pursuers and let me escape from the Eagle's Nest Valley!"

"Cavalry ......" Edward's eyes shone with a little light - this information was simply an unexpected surprise, except for the knights and squires who could only serve as escorts under his command, Edward's cavalry was very scarce, otherwise in the previous few battles, he would not let the enemy flee without chasing, after all, once the order is lost, these Turin soldiers under his command will definitely not be able to defeat the barbarian warriors of the land.

A strong cavalry is not only used to storm the enemy's line, harass their flanks or surprise the weak baggage team, even if it is only in front of the formation, it is a great deterrent.

"Let's take Lessinus and Shrell ......," Edward immediately repented as soon as he spoke, "No, call all the commanders, all assemble in the military tent, we already have the direction and goal of marching, and we will officially march to the Eagle's Nest Valley at noon today!" )