Fluttering snowflakes flutter in the air, the cold winter that has not yet dissipated still exudes a slight coolness in the air, and in the midst of this wind and snow, the majestic snowy peaks are cut off from the center by a wide road, as if standing on a gate in the vast earth, shrouded in clouds and mist.

On either side of the cliff stands a tower, almost entirely attached to the hillside, with a parapet wall of the finest bluestone bricks that runs along the hill and cuts off the middle of the road - which means that the peaks on both sides of the cliff road become part of the castle!

The legend of Humtu City, the gate to civilization, the Watchman on the savage heights - this ancient fortress has so many names that most people like to call it the oldest, the Twin Towers.

There are not too many dangers in the territory of the endless Hantu City to contain the attack of the Hantu barbarians, and the Twin Towers Fortress is the only gateway, and it is also the only important place that can protect the Hantu City from being attacked, and controlling this place is equivalent to controlling half of the Hantu City, this sentence is almost the consensus of the Turin monarchs of all dynasties.

And even more so for those who are in this castle.

A roaring fireplace makes the spacious hall feel a little cold, and a large long table is placed in the center of the hall. A group of middle-aged people in satin robes sat on both sides of the long table with sad faces, obviously not in a good mood - either with their heads bowed and smoking their pipes, or with anxious expressions, trembling eyes, and even a little fear.

The whole hall was filled with smoke and the smell of fine tobacco and wine. Light practitioners can feel an indescribable pessimism and panic.

If we talk about the arrival of Edward Witwood, the Chief Flag Officer of His Highness Anson. For them it was just a "lowly" local aristocracy. If a favored clown is to say, then the army of nearly 10,000 people he brought with him is the real source of fear for them!

They couldn't believe that a mere southern country viscount, a guy who didn't even have a knight of his own family, and was from a lowly civilian background, actually had a huge army of tens of thousands in just two or three months, and it was said to be quite powerful!

At the very beginning of this "chief flag officer" was sent to the Green River Valley. No one took him seriously - although he had a cavalry of the Knights of the Sacred Tree under his command, relying on the dozen knights and more than two hundred sergeants in this place of Hantu would at most keep him from being beheaded by the barbarians just after he reached the wilderness.

As for the "Hundred Battles and Defeats" Battle Banner Legion, it is a big joke in Hantu, no one has ever taken this legion seriously - originally this auxiliary legion should have been disbanded a long time ago, and it will be delayed until now only because the Duke of Barrion was suddenly relieved of the title of Duke of Hantu City and lost this power.

An army of lowly country aristocrats, a band of scum and cowards, is now a beast and a monster capable of destroying everything—when news of the South comes. Hardly anyone dares to believe that is true!

This guy named Edward Witwood actually took his unruly legion with him. swept away the entire Green River Valley, killed the entire barbarian tribe in the Red Horse Canyon, and forced the entire Eagle's Nest Valley to bow to him, easily exterminating the Night Stalker clan that had once surrendered to the Duke of Berion!

And now, his legion numbered in the tens of thousands, including bloody veterans, bloodthirsty pirates and barbarians, mercenaries who could sacrifice their conscience for gold and silver - they were already heading for this castle!

They had imagined that Edward Wetwood would be heading north along King's Road to reach Strongland City after the end of winter - at least a month and a half for a legion of a few thousand men, but now this guy was actually along the Coldland Highlands in the Midwest, and it took less than a month to reach the border of Strongland City before the end of winter.

Even though they still have a large army in their hands, all of them know that this army cannot be easily commanded, and the army that can be absolutely loyal is only about 10,000 people, and it is scattered all over the territory of Hantu City, and it is impossible to gather for a while, confront this guy named Edward Witwood, or even destroy him.

And the thought of this guy coming towards them made the people sitting around the hall feel an unwarranted fear - for until now, no one could be sure whether that guy Greene Turney was really dead!

If he were still alive, he would have told the truth of the matter to this fellow named Edward! What should he do, and bribe him? Or would he have to draw him over to our side and make him serve the Duke of Berrion? Or would he have been fooled by luring him to the castle and killing him, and then taking over his legion?

The fear and panic in their minds made them think so much that they didn't even notice that the door of the hall was opened, and a young knight in full armor walked in, and couldn't help frowning: "Radiant Cross, how many pipes have you smoked—this room could smoke a boatload of rats to death!"

"You're late, Kolbo!" Seeing him walk in, someone immediately said, "It's been a full hour, why are you here?"

"Because I have good morale-boosting news for everyone. The young knight named Kolbo sat almost unceremoniously on the main seat of the long table, and raised his hands with a haughty smile: "That fellow named Edward Witwood, his time of death is near!"

"What?!"

The entire castle hall immediately became chaotic, and a pair of incredible eyes stared at the young knight, and there was that arrogant expression, but no one wanted to believe what he said.

After a while, someone stiffened up and glared at Kolbo in surprise: "You mean, he ...... Promised?"

"That's right!" the young knight also showed a hint of surprise on his face, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the Chief Flag Bearer, has promised to station his legion around the town outside the Twin Towers, and he himself will bring the Knights of the Sacred Tree to the fortress to meet our Highness Anson Markellus!"

Almost as soon as he said this, an atmosphere of incomparably excited exploded in the hall, and everyone's faces were inexplicably surprised and excited—some even pinched their cheeks, thinking they were sleepwalking.

"This is the best opportunity, colleagues, distinguished and proud nobles of Turin. The knight named Kolbo slowly stood up, his face full of excited smiles: "This stupid and arrogant fellow, since he dares to make such a move, it is enough to show that this is a godsend gift from the Radiant Cross. ”

"Come to think of it, this lowly man probably still thinks that he is a hero, to save His Royal Highness the Noble Prince, to repel the evil barbarians of the Han Land!" a fat man sitting next to Kolbo couldn't help but tease, and some people around him immediately laughed and echoed, a kind of relaxed comfort overflowed on everyone's faces, sweeping away the previous panic.

Of course, there were also those who suspected that this was probably Edward Witwood's ploy, but they were quickly refuted by the people around him - none of his legions were around, only a dozen Knights of the Sacred Tree, could they still get out of here alive, of course!

But the huge army was still a problem to be resolved, and all eyes were on Kolbo, waiting for him to come up with a solution.

"Send at once to the garrison of his legion, and receive his legion in the name of His Highness Anson, especially the newly formed Banner Legion, which must be in the hands of an upright Turinese, not a lowly squire. And then in this ancient fortress, let this wretched creature die without a place to bury!" (To be continued.) )